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Chapter 33 Recording Every Little Thing
Make Weidong dislike reporters.

Whether it is those contrived interviews seen on TV or the faces behind the city reporters who deal with taxation on a daily basis.

He almost instinctively felt defensive and disgusted with the useless profession of journalism.

So even when I met with reporters at the end, I wore a cotton mask and refused to take photos or record any audio. Even if you wanted to record it, I wouldn't sign it anyway.

But it seems that journalists of this era are a little different.

The other party was exhausted: "I heard that you were just a bystander, but you were secretly helping Wanshang Trading Company..."

Rang Weidong quickly denied it: "Hey, hey, hey, I can't say anything if I'm not familiar with them. I'm just a laborer passing by. We ordinary people have no right to comment on their economic speculation."

He doesn't sound like a manual laborer.

The reporter also experienced in smoothing things over: "Hmm, well, can you tell me about your experience as a bystander?"

Wei Dong was helpless: "We still need to watch this. Isn't that strap hidden across your neck a camera? Take a few photos here and there on the streets, and then go take some photos of Jiangzhou and Shanghai. If these two big cities can't compare, then take some photos of the prefecture-level cities, counties, and small towns in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Are there any as lifeless as Shangzhou?"

The middle-aged reporter was busy taking notes, and his eyes lit up. How broad-minded is this person? She even said she cheated on her husband?

It's obviously a mouth substitute!

He hummed calmly, "For example?"

Weidong's social experience was still far from perfect. "For example, if you sell goods from a county or township to the provincial capital, it's fine. Look at the wholesale market at Jiangzhou Wharf, which was built around the textile station, or the Qipu Road small commodity market in Shanghai. You can see the strong demand for this kind of life among the people. But on the other hand, if you wholesale products from the city and sell them in a county or township, you'll be arrested. What does this mean?"

He will ask back.

The reporter wrote furiously without looking up: "Well, what does this mean?"

Weidong's conclusion was clear: This is a normal phenomenon, but some people are bound to be crushed at this stage."

The reporter's pen was stunned and he had to look up and carefully look at the masked face that was still full of youthfulness.

Because these words have transcended the times, no, they have transcended the cognition of all ordinary people.

It’s like when a child finds a broken toy, he will just throw it around like crazy, scream, and cry to his parents. But some grateful children will accept it calmly, and then slowly figure out how to fix it, or even avoid his parents to avoid being criticized.

Anyone who sees this kind of child would be shocked.

Dong Xueying held the baby and stood proudly behind the reporter, quietly cheering for the masked boy.

The interview took place at her home. The indigenous neighbor had a very old but relatively large tiled house. Behind the house was a small courtyard on the cliff where one could see the river. The view was nice under a few banana trees.

This is just a phrase that Weidong is used to hearing in the tax compound. Every time there is a tax adjustment, the most difficult part is implementing it from top to bottom. Often, the next adjustment comes before the previous one is even finished.

During the rapid economic development, tax reforms are changing every few days, which is exhausting.

He had heard so many complaints like this that he was deeply impressed.

Now he still seems unaware: "Why, did I say something wrong?"

The reporter quickly shook his head: "Go on, go on. What does the current situation in Shangzhou and the Wanshang Trading Company case mean?"

This was actually a trap. Wei Dong was the interviewee strongly recommended by Dong Xueying. If he was You Qili's agent, he would be easily exposed if he answered this question.

Let Weidong sit at the eight-immortals table in the yard and look around casually. The extremely broad river view will indeed make people's hearts open up dramatically.

This is the most common tone that security guards use when reporting to various police stations in later generations. Everything is done to protect the economy, and public security is a matter of basic training.

But the reporter was so shocked that he almost dropped his pen!

This was a new level of policy interpretation. He had been taking notes on his lap, but now he had to move his notebook to the table.

They locked eyes, hoping to understand more of the young man's inner thoughts: "Are you saying we shouldn't arrest economic criminals?"

Rang Weidong shook his head. "You can't be so absolute. Don't take mistakes too seriously. The public security situation is the current priority. The economy can be liberalized a bit to create more vitality. Only when the economy improves will there be room for adjustments to management. If there's nothing to worry about, then emphasizing public security is just a waste of time."

The reporter nodded vigorously at this idea of ​​moderation and balance. "Specifically, what are some specific cases?"

"But if a farmer were a little smarter, could he go to the city to buy a bag of melon seeds wholesale and then sell them at the township market? He'd be arrested... On the surface, it's a crime of speculation, but in reality, he's robbing the supply and marketing cooperative of its business and affecting certain interests, so he's using... well, isn't that the truth?"

This has been a thorn in Weidong's side for forty years.

The reporters were stunned. What height and depth were these?
There are deep-seated struggles for interests behind every surface phenomenon. Anyone who can see through this situation is truly extraordinary.

So even he had to ask: "What solution is there for this actual situation?"

Weidong took it for granted: "Setting up examples, taxes... Everyone knows that reasoning with a dumb person won't work. Only reality can teach people how to behave. Didn't Jiangzhou just become an independently planned city? Then promote how great Jiangzhou is. Look at how prosperous their market is and how developed their economy is. Even if one county follows suit, and works hard to set an example, other places will see how great it is, how well developed it is, how much money they have, and how beautiful the cities are. They'll all follow suit and buy cars, televisions, lights, and telephones."

The tax system later summed up this tactic: it is better to catch the typical case than to say a thousand words.

On the one hand, they praise the multi-millionaire who sells cured meat as snacks, and on the other hand, they publicize those big stars who were caught for tax evasion. If the economy develops and more taxes are paid, the mission will be accomplished.

But to the reporters in early 1984, it was like a revelation.

He almost forgot that he came to interview a small place like Shangzhou. This was already a huge proposition, even a golden road that could lead him to success.

"Wait, wait, let me sort this out a bit. Very good. What we should do is vigorously establish role models and promote advanced practices, creating reform pioneers for people all over the country to learn from and follow. Is that what you mean?"

Rang Weidong also reminded: "For example, if we can use a few cases of farmers becoming rich, township leaders leading the way to prosperity, and provinces and cities vigorously attracting investment to revitalize the economy, and publicize the transformation of backward areas, it will definitely be more effective than promoting coastal areas."

The reporters were all delighted: "Yes, yes, yes! This will definitely be more effective. Do you have any case studies to recommend?"

Weidong hesitated for a moment and didn't bring up the story of Hongguang Factory selling titanium. However, when he caught a glimpse of the Canon camera strap slung across the man's chest, he said, "Oh, yes, let me tell you about an example of someone who changed their mindset and was brave enough to reform. But it's best to wait and see how things develop after the Spring Festival..."

The reporter immediately turned the page and said seriously: "You said! We'll release it after the Spring Festival, right?"

The attitudes are completely different.

Let Weidong tell him the whole story of the military factory: "Apart from the farmers, I think the hardest hit are the factory restructurings, the shift from a planned economy to a market economy. Many factories are struggling to make ends meet..."

The reporter is already like an old lady touching an electric switch, numb from the shock, the farmer has finished talking, and now he is talking about industry!

Workers and peasants are our two largest mass bases. The high coverage of this conversation is simply amazing: "Well, for example?"

Weidong now dared to point out the difference: "...these two factories have different ideas. Well, let's see after the Spring Festival whether one will focus on making high-end products and compete with imported brands for the success of a small number of users like you, or whether the other will be more successful with low-end products for all ordinary consumers."

The other reporter pondered this carefully: "Actually, we don't care about advanced filming techniques. Our most important job is to record and reflect reality. It's really generous of you to propose this idea to them."

This made Weidong more generous: "Yes, I just want hundreds of millions of consumers to record every detail of our lives!"

Isn’t this the slogan at the beginning of that short video APP?

The reporter was so excited that he was shaking all over and wrote desperately: "Great, great!"

Weidong didn't know what this meant yet, when he looked up, he saw a young woman hiding behind the reporter, opening her cotton-padded jacket to feed her baby... The food dripped all over the baby's face, what a waste!

It would be great if this was recorded.

He quickly turned his head with a red face.

(End of this chapter)