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Chapter 141 Wang Shuo actually wrote about pure love?
“It’s not uncommon to see counterfeits.”

On the way to the Friendship Store, Fangyan explained the business logic to Han Yuemin, who was riding a tricycle.

“Wouldn’t that make it just like the jeans business?”

Han Yuemin was distressed. "I was also planning to make T-shirts out of the remaining fabrics in the warehouse and sell them all."

"I can help you design new T-shirts."

Fang Hong said, "How about this idea?"

Fangyan shook his head and said, "It doesn't necessarily have to be T-shirts. We can also make children's school bags and women's bags..."

Can it be subdivided like this?

Han Yuemin and Fang Hong looked at each other and found it particularly fresh.

"Brother Han, don't keep thinking about the T-shirts. This is a one-time deal." Fang Yan said that once the social popularity and publicity for the Chinese women's volleyball team waned, this business would soon come to an end.

"So what should we do next?"

Han Yuemin cast a curious look.

“Where there is demand, there is a market.”

Fangyan began the lesson, "Sister, Brother Han, think carefully about what else you need in winter and spring besides warm clothes?"

Han Yuemin and Fang Hong frowned and fell into deep thought.

Fangyan didn't bother them. The three of them rode slowly to the Friendship Store, parked the car, locked it, and walked straight in.

"Iwako, the appliances are in this direction."

Han Yuemin saw Fangyan taking the wrong road and hurriedly reminded him.

"Don't look at the washing machine yet."

Fang Yan glanced at her sideways, "Sister, do you want to see what kind of clothes are sold in Friendship?"

"Come on, let's go take a look!"

Fang Hong's eyes lit up, and she followed her brother and Han Yuemin to the clothing area, where a bunch of trendy foreign fashions immediately caught her eye.

Han Yuemin saw her carefully examining the clothes and asked:
"Do you want to buy it?"

"Why buy it?"

Fang Hong shook her head and said, "I have the materials you and Yan Zi gave me. I can make clothes for myself. Why spend money?" Then she touched the clothes and said, "I just want to see how it is made. Once I learn it, I can design for you."

Fangyan stood quietly for a while, looking left and right:
"Sister, Brother Han, have you thought about it?"

"Is it a scarf?"

Han Yuemin gave the answer he had been thinking about for a long time.

Fang Yan smiled and said, "Very close."

Fang Hong glanced at the colorful silk scarves and nylon scarves hanging, pointed, "Are these the ones?"

"I'm still the best!" Fangyan gave a thumbs up.

"But this silk scarf is not windproof or warm at all in such a cold day?" Han Yuemin looked puzzled.

"Brother Han, don't forget."

Fang Yan pointed outside the house and said, "In Yanjing, it's not just cold in winter and spring, what else is there?"

"And...yes!"

Han Yuemin suddenly realized that there was a sandstorm!

"Don't you think this scarf is just right?"

Fangyan fixed his eyes on the nylon scarf.

In the early 80s, there were three strange things in Yenching. One of them was that female comrades had to wear two headscarves, one for warmth and the other a nylon scarf. It was not only used to dress up beautifully, but more importantly to cover the head and face to keep out the wind and sand.

"suitable!"

Han Yuemin said excitedly that even if the sandstorm is over, female comrades can still use it to dress themselves up, serving two purposes.

Fangyan asked: "Brother Han, I remember that this kind of nylon scarf is sold at the Red Sun Market, right?"

"Yes, and they are not expensive at all. Jiangsu and Zhejiang do not have the sandstorm weather like our northern regions."

Han Yuemin's eyes were full of admiration, "Yanzi, I admire you very much. You can even think of this!"

"I don't tell most people."

Fangyan said: "The waste materials left over from making T-shirts can be used to make pen holders and other things, and also some masks."

Then he whispered to Han Yuemin, "The masks and scarves are ready. Remember to leave a few for my aunt, my mother, my sister, and my younger sister."

"Needless to say, leave it to me."

Han Yuemin patted his chest.

Fang Hong glared in shame, and at the same time reached out to scratch her brother's head: "Yanzi, your hair is too long, it's time to cut it." "I'll go find Uncle Jing tomorrow."

Dialects are at the forefront, heading straight to the home appliance area.

Looking at the price of the double-tub washing machine, Fang Hong was shocked. "Oh my god, why is it so expensive? How about buying this Japanese single-tub one?"

"It's better to buy from West Germany. I heard from Mike that 'Made in Japan' is all 'junk'." Han Yuemin said quietly.

"Really?!" Fang Hong was puzzled.

Han Yuemin said: "Yanzi, what do you think?"

Fangyan smiled but said nothing. In Europe and the United States at that time, Japanese goods were synonymous with "junk goods". In the 1970s and 1980s, boycotts of Japanese goods occurred frequently, and even Japanese cars were smashed in the streets.

This moment is just like that moment.

.........

Although Han Yuemin's tricycle has limited space, fortunately it can accommodate a washing machine.

The three of them carefully escorted the washing machine back to Nanluoguxiang, and just like the TV, it once again set off a fire in the entire alley.

The neighbors, especially the aunties and grandmas, swarmed over and watched Fang Hong instructing them in Fangyan, exclaiming it was magical.

"Good stuff."

"That's right. Men's clothes are thick and it's hard to rub them. I can let it wash them from now on!"

"This can be regarded as freeing the hands of us female comrades!"

"........."

In the yard, there were voices of surprise and envy, which made Yang Xia so happy that she couldn't stop smiling.

"Mom, let me teach you how to use it."

Fangyan picked up his bag and said, "I'm going to work first."

When I arrived at the door of the publishing house, I greeted the doorman, Mr. Dong, and confirmed that there were no reporters blocking the door before I walked in with peace of mind.

As soon as I reached the stairs, a voice came from behind:
"Iwako!"

"Oh, it's Teacher Zhang. I was shocked."

Fangyan was startled and looked back.

"You're finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come, come to my room and sit for a while." Zhang Shouren invited him to the short story group office.

Fangyan asked, "Did something big happen?"

"Little things, little things."

Zhang Shouren said, "Please help me read a manuscript about love."

"to make!"

Fangyan took the manuscript handed to him. The first line read the title, "The Story of the Seagull", and the second line read "Author, Wang Shuo".

When he thought of the scene of someone sneaking into the cinema without paying any attention to the ticket, he curled his lips, flipped through the pages casually, and frowned slightly. This matter was not simple.

It's about a sailor who injured a seagull and was discovered by a young woman. She reported it to the veteran, who criticized and reprimanded him. The veteran was then asked to take care of the seagull, with the young woman supervising him.

In the process of taking care of the seagull, they fell in love with each other, the sailor and the young woman resolved their misunderstandings and became a couple.

This is completely different from what happened in my previous life!

It was supposed to be a story about a sailor who was hunting and injured a little seagull. After being educated by the elderly people stationed there, the young man became a caring person for small animals. How did it inexplicably become a romance novel?

And this pure love style is not right!
Wang Shuo actually writes pure love?
"No one in the publishing house knows more about romance literature than you."

Zhang Shouren asked, "How is this article?"

Fangyan narrowed his eyes and said, "From the extent of the description of the navy, it seems that the author is very familiar with naval life."

"You're really accurate!" Zhang Shouren exclaimed in amazement, "This Wang Shuo is a retired sailor. When he was in the army, he wrote articles for the Liberation Army Literature and Art Magazine. He is not a rookie."

Fang Yan asked in confusion: "Why didn't you continue to submit to Liberation Army Literature and Art? Why did you think of submitting to October?"

"I talked to him about this. We are currently collecting romance literature. In comparison, he thinks it is more appropriate to submit this work about sailors' love to us."

Zhang Shouren said, "Take a look at this short story. Is there any possibility of expanding it into a novella?"

"Change it into a novella?"

The dialect was a big surprise, but I soon figured out the meaning.

This was to send manuscripts to Zhang Zhonge and help him secretly.

"It's not all for Zhonge."

Zhang Shouren smiled and said, "This can be considered as my return gift to Autumn Memories. It should be possible to change it into a novella, right?"

Fang Yan pondered for a moment and said, "He has the potential. Let him come to the editorial office and talk to me some other day."

(End of this chapter)