Back to 1979: Sending the Educated Youth’s Wife Back to the City

Chapter 195 Public Opinion First
That evening, they ate at a restaurant near the Overseas Chinese Apartment. When Fang's mother saw that the kitchen was so clean it looked like it had never been used, she almost complained again. But she held back, remembering her youngest son's words that there was no need to "force oneself to suffer."

We had agreed beforehand that we would stay here for one night. There are four bedrooms here, including a place for my parents to stay.

After eating, they strolled around the neighborhood before going back upstairs. Upon entering, Fang's mother glanced at Fang Mingche and Lin Yan at the air conditioner. "They only use it for so many days a year, yet they spent several thousand yuan on one. We need heating in winter!"

Lin Yan has never been stingy with money, but there should be limits to how much she spends.

However, it's not fair to call them spendthrifts. They can spend money, but they can earn it even better! Last time they came, it was alright, but this time, it feels like their entire understanding of money has been shattered and rebuilt. And it's only been 14 months!
However, this large color TV seems to look better than the black and white one. In this large apartment, with such a big living room, a 14-inch TV is a bit small. I don't know why the living room was built so big?
People who work or go to school all day long don't understand why their living room is so big. With a unit price of about 200, a living room of several tens of square meters would cost almost 10,000 yuan.

Upon hearing Fang's mother ask this question, Fang Mingche replied, "Overseas Chinese come back from abroad. In foreign countries, the living room serves more as a venue for parties and gatherings. From simple music and relaxation to rich family entertainment gatherings, Western families have given the living room a more dynamic form, with a more obvious entertainment aspect. A small living room is definitely not enough."

Mr. Fang said, “In China, the living room, or rather, the main hall, is used to receive guests. We don’t do entertainment there! And it’s only necessary for a house to be spacious enough to have a main hall. In Grandpa Gu’s area, so many families are crammed together. Sometimes the children in a family just have a curtain between them, and some even sleep in bunk beds. We even went to see the Tuanjiehu community before. The 52-square-meter apartment had a toilet and a kitchen. The rest of the apartment only had two rooms, with the dining table in the larger room. There was no living room at all! Yes, our culture is more like a dining table culture. Everyone talks about what they want over drinks at the dinner table. Then after dinner, once the dishes are cleared and the table is wiped, people form card-playing groups.”

Lin Yan nodded, "Dad is right. Foreigners talk about living room culture, we talk about dining table culture."

Mother Fang shook her head. Forget it, forget it; it's not her hard-earned money being spent anyway. She wouldn't be so talkative. As long as everything goes smoothly and nothing bad happens, that's enough. Can't she live a good life?
Before going to bed that night, Lin Yan asked Fang Mingche, "Did you notice the way Mom looked at the air conditioner when she came into the room, and then at us?"

Fang Mingche nodded and said, "As long as she doesn't make a sound, that's fine."

Lin Yan chuckled twice, "Aren't you just making her feel resentful and keep quiet?"

"I didn't say that! Don't talk nonsense." Fang Mingche glared at Lin Yan.

Lin Yan said, "I remember my mother raised chickens and ducks. There were regulations back then. Each family could only raise three, so she valued the eggs they laid. But after a month, she could only sell them for a few dollars."

She didn't say she was watching him closely, but rather that she was taking it very seriously.

"It's hard to go from extravagance to frugality, but easy to go from frugality to extravagance. As long as they're sure nothing bad will happen, they'll gradually get used to it."

He thought for a moment. He was the one who knew the 'answer,' and he knew that no one would turn back the clock of history, and that what he was doing now wouldn't cause any major problems. But his parents didn't know that; they instinctively worried about him.

The next afternoon, Mr. Fang wandered around outside for a while before returning to the courtyard house. He bought himself a baked flatbread and also got one for Yan Yan. Whether she ate it or not was Yan Yan's business; whether he bought it or not was his. Even if the girl was used to good food now, she could still try it.

As soon as he returned, Fang Chang saw him. Seeing the boy swaying and grinning as he walked over, Fang's father quickly put the two baked flatbreads behind him.

Fang's mother scolded him, "You're like a little kid, buying snacks to eat before you go out? Look, your grandson saw them. If you don't give him any, he'll cry."

After Fang's father put his things behind him, Changchang hugged his leg and followed him around to his back.

Father Fang then moved the object to the front of him. Seeing that he still wouldn't give up following the object in his hand, he thought for a moment and said, "When Kang Kang was this big, he was probably old enough to eat steamed buns."

Fang's mother said, "At 12 months, you can eat wheat-based foods. Noodles and steamed buns are fine. But noodles and steamed buns are boiled or steamed, while this is baked."

Changchang hugged her grandfather's leg and cried out for food. The more she couldn't get it, the more she wanted it.

Having no other choice, Mr. Fang took one out and split it horizontally in half. This way, the softest part was revealed. Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!

He tore off a long, wide strip and fed it to his grandson, saying, "Eat slowly!"

Changchang held it in both hands and chewed on it with his two little teeth. It was so long, so wide, and so thin; it looked quite substantial. He leaned against his grandfather's leg, eating with great satisfaction.

When Fang Mingche returned, he saw the father and son eating baked flatbread together. He could tell at a glance that Changchang was eating the very center part.

"I knew Yan Yan was always buying snacks outside, who did she take after? Turns out she took after you, Dad!"

Neither he nor Ayan liked the snacks sold on the street. Ayan would only indulge when she was pregnant, but Yan Yan really craved them.

Mr. Fang said, "That's because you gave her so much pocket money. Nowadays, they encourage self-employment. There are many people selling snacks on the streets, carrying loads on their shoulders or pushing carts. How could she not be tempted when she sees them on her way out?"

He paused and squatted down as he spoke, "I stood to the side and watched. As long as the food tastes good, their business is really decent. They make a penny or two per item, and it adds up over the day. What do you think about having your sister-in-law sell some snacks? She's quite good at making food."

Mr. Fang was watching someone bake flatbread when he smelled it coming out of the oven and thought it smelled amazing. He couldn't resist! But he felt awkward eating it while walking down the street, and it was still a bit hot from being freshly baked, so he brought it home!

Fang Chang wasn't there when I entered. But as soon as I stepped inside, the brat popped his head out from behind a pillar, his eyes fixed on the paper-wrapped pancake.

“Absolutely,” Fang Mingche nodded. But, after just one trip out, he'd even found his sister-in-law a business selling snacks. So, if they wanted, they could come to the capital as migrant workers when the harvest is plentiful this year.

However, the crackdown on illegal migrants is not as strict these days. Xie Ting and Fang Min are both illegal migrants. They've both kept quiet, and no one has reported them.

Yeah, he's definitely a migrant worker; these days, no one buys a house and registers their household there. If his parents are willing, they could probably transfer their household registration with him. But they might not be willing.

Fang Mingche asked directly, and his father shook his head, "We're too old for that, why would we want to transfer our household registration to Beijing? Besides, if we transfer our household registration, we'll have to give up our land. No way! But what about Fang Jian and his two siblings?"

If you were to switch to a Beijing hukou (household registration), you would save 600 yuan a year in high fees.

Fang Mingche shook his head, "They can't move, even if they register it under my name. It's against family planning; how can they do it if they find out I have five children under my name? Besides, Yan Yan and Kang Kang are only five months apart."

The high fee of 600 yuan is a minor issue. The real problem is transferring the household registration to his name, which carries potential risks.

Later, Yan Yan was brought back from the Children's Palace by Chef He. Father Fang gave her another baked pancake, saying, "Try it and see if you like it."

Yan Yan nodded, "Okay, thank you, Grandpa. Yes, I've eaten at this restaurant before." She recognized the packaging.

Fang's mother stared at the grandfather and grandson, "So they really do take after you."

Mr. Fang said, "It's not surprising that she took after me. But I wasn't as lucky as her when I was a child, having a dollar of pocket money every week. Hmm, remember to eat away from Changchang. He gets itchy-mouthed whenever he sees others eating. I've already shared some with him."

"Mmm. But it's almost dinner time, and I can't eat a whole one. I'll share half with Sister Min!"

Yan Yan thought to herself: Moving to the Overseas Chinese Apartment means my allowance is now only ten yuan a month! It's given to me at the beginning of the month so I can spend it as I please. However, she wouldn't be foolish enough to say it out loud.

Her impression of her grandmother was that she was very protective of food and wouldn't give any to the women in the family, especially her cousin and aunt. Her grandfather was quite easygoing. As long as they didn't waste food, he wouldn't lay a hand on the girls in the family. It was her eldest brother who got beaten a few times.

"Whatever you want."

After dinner, Mr. Fang suggested going over to see how the small side courtyard had been renovated.

"It's still a retro-style restoration. The main house and the west wing are being renovated, and the rest is just being restored. Okay, since you'll be living here from now on, go and take a look," Fang Mingche said.

We were planning to take a walk after dinner to aid digestion. "A hundred steps after a meal, live to ninety-nine," they said. So we walked there. Lin Yan and Yan Yan didn't want to go, especially Yan Yan who had just come back from school, so they didn't go.

Fang Chang was in the stage where he loved walking the most, and immediately followed with his short legs. He loved going out, and even though he lived in an apartment building, he would go downstairs several times a day.

He prefers living in the courtyard house area. He can wander around much further there!
Fang Mingche said, "Okay, I'll take you. You're the kind of person who likes to travel."

Mr. Fang said, "I think it's better for the child to grow up in a single-story house so he can play outdoors more often. Or, let him stay in the courtyard with Xiaomin during the day."

They said their grandson would stay with them for a few days. But a few days isn't enough!

Fang Mingche thought for a moment and said, "Okay. We'll come over for dinner after school and then pick him up."

This way, it'll be convenient if Xiaomin needs to leave for a moment. Otherwise, if she goes to the toilet, the brat will keep banging on the door. Also, I'm worried he might bump into something or get hurt in those situations.

After finishing dinner and getting ready, Fang Min went to her night school. Changchang was being led by his grandmother because his father and grandfather were both too tall, and it was too strenuous for them to walk with him. Even his grandmother had to bend over to accommodate him.

Fortunately, he got tired after walking for a few minutes. He stopped and reached out to ask for a hug.

Fang's mother straightened up and said, "Mingche, come and hold your son."

Holding their hands like this is much more tiring than just carrying them in your arms. When the older children were little, she had to carry them in a baby carrier with the straps tied directly to their backs. She still had to keep her hands free to do other things. Plus, with them on her back, she didn't have to worry about them bumping into things.

“Oh, he’s here. Come here, son—” Fang Mingche squatted down and picked up Changchang.

Changchang repeated after her, "Er, er—"

Fang Mingche immediately put on a stern face and said, "You're not allowed to learn this!"

The little rascal has recently taken to picking up where adults say. But you can't just call your father "son."

As they walked back, many people greeted Fang Mingche and his family. Fang's parents had stayed with them for a month last year, which had bothered many people. And the people walking with Fang Mingche and his son looked quite like him—who else could they be but his parents?
Walking back, the door to the small courtyard was locked. Fang Mingche simply took out his key and opened the door. He gave Master Lei a key; they must have locked it after finishing the work.

The half-moon gate between the courtyard and the main courtyard was still locked, and this time he planned to have the construction team seal it off. There was a wall directly in the middle.

Grandpa Gu came over specifically to greet Mr. Fang. Although the two came from very different backgrounds, they got along quite well.

Mr. Fang spoke to him for a few minutes, inviting him to come over early on May 18th. Grandpa Gu smiled and agreed, then went out for a walk with his hands behind his back.

Wang Dexian's mother also came out and talked with Fang's mother.

The entire courtyard is still under construction. There's not much to see. Mr. Fang looked towards the half-moon gate; there was just a courtyard wall and a half-moon gate on it, no houses.

He asked Fang Mingche, "Could we also build two houses on the east side?"

Fang Mingche looked at the courtyard and said, "If it's built, the courtyard will be very small. And the rooms built there certainly won't be as big as the west wing."

Mr. Fang said, "It'll have to do. Otherwise, should we let the two boys stay in the west wing or the main room?"

"Why are there such strict rules? Look at the neighboring courtyard, they don't care about so many things. They just stay in any available room."

The small side courtyard has enough rooms for one person each. Moreover, the main house and the west room have been renovated, so Fang Jian certainly won't be afraid.

As for the two younger ones, they'll live in the two rooms in the west wing. Fangfang will live in the larger room, and Kangkang will live in the smaller one. Fangfang can also take care of her younger brother.

“It’s not like we don’t have space. We can build a room of six or seven square meters, and there’s a courtyard of about 20 square meters. Besides, we don’t have to divide up with the Gu family anymore,” said Mr. Fang.

Fang Mingche, hearing how clearly he had divided the tasks, knew this idea had been brewing for a while. Thinking it over, there was no point in objecting; it wouldn't cost much more money. Even if the courtyard was small, it would still be for them to live in. This way, each of his two nephews could have a small room.

So he nodded, "Then please ask Master Lei and the others to build two more small rooms. We'll have single beds, small tables, and wardrobes for sleeping."

The goal is to create a unified style for the entire courtyard, making it a cohesive whole. This is while the government is still busy managing matters related to the renovation of old houses.

Fang Mingche looked around the courtyard and said, "That's great! If my brother and sister-in-law come, they can stay with us. Dad, you wouldn't refuse them a room in the main house, so they can be on equal footing with you, would you?" Fang's father replied, "There's no room to build another room for them, so we'll just give them the empty rooms. This place, including the house and courtyard, is about a hundred square meters, not as big as our old home. But it's much more expensive than our old home!"

"The most expensive things are always the land!"

May 18th arrived in the blink of an eye, marking both Fang Chang's first birthday and the opening of Fang Family Homestay.

Amidst the sounds of lion dancing, at the auspicious time chosen, Fang Mingche personally lit the firecrackers.

Fang Chang's ears were plugged with cotton and covered by his sister's hands. So he only watched the commotion and wasn't frightened.

Only Fang Wu and Gu Wenle were held by their mothers, hidden away in a relatively far place, so as not to frighten them!

Seeing that the firecrackers had finished, Yan Yan let go of her hand.

Song Chi was about to run over and pick up the firecrackers that hadn't finished being set off yet. Then Yan Yan and Niu Niu also wanted to go and pick them up.

Lin Yan quickly said, "No one is allowed to pick them up! I'll buy you new firecrackers to set off."

If a child runs over there and another one explodes on the ground, blowing someone up, that would be terrible.

The store opens at 8:08, and children can be taken there by a small truck to get to school by 8:30. So they were able to participate this morning as well.

Upon hearing this, Song Quan and the others quickly grabbed their children. If something really happened, it would be a bloody disaster for their business opening. Even if Xiao Fang was reckless, it wouldn't be good. Besides, they would be heartbroken if their own children were injured in the explosion!

Yan Yan, Niu Niu, and Song Chi got into their family's small truck to go to school.

Yan Yan asked, "Mom, when are you going to buy us new firecrackers to set off?" Or, she could be allowed to buy them herself.

Lin Yan said, "It's Chinese New Year."

Yan Yan let out an "Ah." Wasn't that the same as saying nothing at all?

Lin Yan laughed, "Did Mommy lie to you?"

Yan Yan said sullenly, "No."

"Fine, since you all behaved fairly well, and you didn't go when I told you not to. This afternoon you're allowed to buy one box each and put it away with your friends."

"Okay! I've already asked the teacher for leave. I'll come back after school at noon to eat my brother's birthday cake. Niu Niu and Song Chi will come with me too."

The childcare classes are designed for dual-income families to look after their children, so the supervision is usually not strict.

Niu Niu and Song Chi were also happy to come over for lunch and have birthday cake. They had actually already eaten one. Last year, when Yan Yan turned five, Uncle Fang bought her a birthday cake.

When they lit the candles, they all sang "Happy Birthday to You" for Yan Yan.

The birthday cake wasn't particularly delicious, but these days only families with good financial means can afford it. It's nice to have something new and exciting though!

Song Chi's father also promised to buy it for him next time.

Yes, Song Quan has already left the handicraft cooperative. Although the cooperative doesn't want him to leave and wants him to continue working hard and contributing to the collective.

But he was determined to leave, and the cooperative couldn't force him to stay. Of course, there have been voices saying he lacks a sense of collectivism and is selfish for some time now. But let's just ignore them.

His son was being driven away in a small truck, and his wife was also taking a ride to work at the factory. He, however, didn't leave; he sat down and began his bamboo weaving business. This kind of work, he could do anywhere with his tools, regardless of the location.

A vendor from the nearby Dashilan stall even came over to take a look and urged, "You've bought quite a lot of bamboo woven zodiac animals. Hurry up a bit. Make sure the quality is good!"

He needed a commission, so he asked Master He to take photos of travel agencies distributing bamboo dragons to foreign tourists as souvenirs. He took several photos, hung them on his stall, and then claimed that the bamboo dragon was a product specifically for export. With that claim, the bamboo weaving sold quite well.

Song Quan said, "Okay, okay, I'll hurry up."

He makes a profit on every sale, and doesn't have to pay the 15% commission to anyone. Song Quan is very motivated now. He has already promised his son that he will buy him a birthday cake for his sixth birthday and invite his friends over to eat it together.

That thing is expensive! It's just a formality. But Xiao Fang is right, life needs a sense of ritual. As long as the kids are happy!
There are no guests here right now. People wouldn't come so early in the morning if they wanted to stay. But the courtyard is bustling with activity!
After the travel agency staff finished watching, they headed towards the first courtyard to get to work. Zhu Dahai, Hu Yong, and the other four also went to set up their vegetable stall.

But most of the neighbors who came to watch the spectacle didn't have to work and were inside looking around. Everyone had given a monetary gift, no matter how much. Fang Mingche would definitely have to treat them to a meal at noon. Besides, Changchang was having her first birthday celebration at noon.

There are also new neighbors who come in out of curiosity. Although we open our doors for business, we only let people in freely today.

Yes, all the formalities have been completed.

Wang Dexian also came; he was there on behalf of the Investment Promotion Office to offer his congratulations. The travel agency often introduces them to foreign businesses. So, even though it wasn't Sunday, he was still here.

He said to Fang Mingche, "There might be some public opinion turmoil about the employment issue recently, so keep an eye on it."

Fang Mingche nodded; he remembered this public opinion storm. The People's Daily had opened a special column and held a heated discussion for three months.

Wang Dexian looked at the crowd of people visiting everywhere and said, "Don't be fooled by how beautiful it looks now; there are bound to be people who are dissatisfied with us."

Such people, given the opportunity, can also cause trouble.

Both he and Xiao Fang are now living prosperous lives. Xiao Fang, needless to say, has a third business besides the travel agency and the handicraft shop. The tea stall isn't even considered part of the business; it's just an extension of the handicraft shop.

That's him; the club's business is doing really well now. The key is his low costs! He rented a small Soviet-style villa, hired seven veterans, and got started.

With the current poor public security, many families with a little wealth or who dote on their daughters are willing to pay tuition to send them to learn martial arts.

If he dares to hire more employees, his profits can double.

Fang Mingche said, "Sigh, there are always bugs in a field of flowers. As for hiring more people, just wait and see! There's no other way. A couple of years ago, in order to solve the employment problem for 1700 million educated youth returning to the city, it was explicitly stipulated that no workers could be hired. Now it's a bit more relaxed. Individual business owners can still hire a few people to help out."

Wang Dexian said, "You can only hire a maximum of seven people at a time, so you can calculate the total number."

Fang Mingche said, "The scrap yard and vegetable stalls are collectively owned; the shareholders run them themselves. I didn't hire them!"

Wang Dexian chuckled. "You're just skirting the rules! But with the 'export earnings' guarantee of immunity, as long as there's no large-scale crackdown on business people, you'll be fine. There are many cases worse than yours. The issue of private employment has already become prominent. Otherwise, there wouldn't be this public outcry."

The official plan to launch a special column to discuss this issue is clearly aimed at guiding public opinion. This information comes from within the People's Daily, so it shouldn't be long before it's implemented.

Given the current pace of development, it shouldn't have come to this. It took 30 months of reform and opening up before overseas Chinese and foreign investors dared to return to invest, and only then did the number of investors gradually increase. Another political movement would have been disastrous!
Fang Mingche said, "Isn't my little courtyard under renovation right now?"

Even now, the average living space per person is still only 5 square meters, and his small side courtyard already exceeded that. Now that he's bought a large courtyard of more than two acres, it's no wonder he has a lot of envious and jealous people.

When Grandpa Gu talked about this in private, he kept cursing at Fang Mingche.

The only tenant he can currently decide to evict is Xie Ting!

Only Xie Ting rented a single room after the house was returned to its original owner. The previous tenants, if it weren't for Fang Mingche's underhanded tactics...

That's human nature—bullying the weak and fearing the strong. They felt it was excessive for an old man living alone to collect rent from so many households, and were unwilling to pay him. Only after the police intervened, deducting the rent directly from their wages, did they finally pay on time. They refused to consider that these houses originally belonged to the Gu family's ancestral home.

Grandpa Gu was an old man living alone at the time, and this was all he could do.

Fang Mingche is now considered wealthy, owning more than two acres of land. People may be dissatisfied with this, but they can only curse him behind his back and dare not provoke him easily.

Lin's mother must be here today. Lin's father and Lin Yi couldn't come because they were at work, and Han Mei had just joined in the fun at the back and then went to work at the front. So she stayed with Fang's father and mother to help take care of some of the older guests.

When no one was around, Lin's mother also expressed her concerns. She worried that Fang Mingche was paying the workers too high wages, and that people would say he was disrupting the market.

(Even the principle of distribution according to work has not been proposed yet; wages have always been paid according to rank and seniority.)
Mr. Fang said, "We were actually worried that if he hired too many workers, he would be labeled a capitalist. But he showed us his business license and said that he was running a company under the Ministry of Culture and that it was an export-oriented company. So he wasn't subject to that restriction!"

Mother Fang said, "My dear in-law, to be honest, I'm actually quite worried. It feels like Mingche is doing a lot of things without any clear policy guidelines. He's practically testing the limits of the law!"

Ordinary people often only dare to do things when the policy clearly states what is permissible. Even the old folks who participated in the early land redistribution did so only after relevant provincial government regulations were issued. It's just that they took bigger steps than those regulations.

But Mingche dared to do it even though there were no relevant policies. The government claimed to encourage self-employment, and he was involved in foreign exchange earning activities. But what if things were unclear and the government changed its mind?
Sigh, there are advantages to being mediocre. There's no need to worry about him so much.

In the courtyard, a group of older people were talking in one spot, while the younger people were in another.

Fang Mingfeng also joined Fang Mingche and Wang Dexian's conversation. He took out a copy of the Yangcheng Evening News from May 9th, "Take a look at the article on the front page."

This was sent to him by a friend in Guangzhou; he only received it two days ago. It's about hiring workers. He took it out to show them when he heard the two of them talking about it. He brought it specifically to show them.

Fang Mingche and Wang Dexian huddled together to look, "Which one?"

"It's in a very conspicuous location."

The two men walked to a stone table and began reading together. The story was about an old man named Gao Deliang who started "Grandpa Chicken" in 1980. Within six months, he had hired six helpers, leading to accusations of capitalist exploitation.

Fang Mingfeng said, "This is the first time the newspaper has mentioned the issue of hiring workers so explicitly!"

Wang Dexian thought Fang Mingfeng was quite good at grasping the direction. He knew about the upcoming major discussion because his father had a subordinate working at the People's Daily, and he was just gauging the political climate. He figured this out purely from the newspaper.

As for Fang Mingche, he knew his own situation. He was someone who knew the 'answer'. In his past life, he was in a village school, where he could 'retreat into his little house and be oblivious to the changing seasons.' Anyway, he had a stable income, and the two of them earned wages to support their daughter.

Wang Dexian looked at Fang Mingche and said, "You said before that it was a matter of 'seven ups and eight downs,' so according to Marx, six shouldn't be considered exploitation, right?"

"It's not Marx's statement, it's others' dogmatic misinterpretation of Marx's statement."

Wang Dexian continued to recount what he knew, "The famous melon seeds of Nian Guangjiu, known as 'Fool's Melon Seeds,' were so busy that he hired unemployed youths as helpers. By the autumn of 1979, he had 12 helpers."

Fang Mingche recalled that time. Back then, his first scrap yard had just opened, and he had hired a few helpers.

Fang Minghui nodded; he'd heard of Nian Guangjiu too. He was already a millionaire in 1976, just selling sunflower seeds. Apparently, he started out selling them outside movie theaters. Every time he weighed them, he'd give people a handful more, and many people called him a fool. That's how 'Foolish Sunflower Seeds' became famous. He was truly wise in his apparent foolishness! What excellent publicity!
Wang Dexian said, "At the end of 1979, he discovered that there were quite a few self-employed individuals in Guangdong, some employing a dozen, twenty, or even hundreds of workers. How to deal with the issue of employing workers also troubled him, so he asked the social science community in Guangdong to 'study it carefully.' The newspaper you brought out, Mingfeng, should be the result of this study, preparing to see the public opinion trend. Well, Guangdong is at the forefront of reform and opening up, and it was the first to fire the first shot in this public opinion battle."

Of course, when it comes to influence, the People's Daily is definitely much more influential than the Yangcheng Evening News.

(End of this chapter)