My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 65: Mutual Pushing and Giving Will Inevitably Leave a Gap
What did Yu Songhai have a deep conversation with Jin Zhuoqun after drinking?

Weidong didn't care. He and Goudan and others slept soundly in the haystack in the car outside the guesthouse.

This is the disadvantage of bringing a woman along and having to spend extra money on hotel accommodation.

However, Zhang Lanzhi was particularly interested in the barbecue tin boxes they set up on the roadside in front of the guesthouse before going to bed. She took off her hat and sat quietly by the side, eating with her tongue hanging out. Only after they closed the stall did she return to her room to rest with satisfaction.

Weidong just thought her military uniform was really interesting.

The next morning, they were indifferent and dignified again. They looked at each other in silence. The secretary even read a classic book for a while. Yu Songhai got into the car, yawning and with disheveled hair from a hangover.

The secretary put away the thick book and moved a little closer to the driver.

After driving for more than ten kilometers, the reporter leaning against the car door finally sobered up and spoke: "Old Jin is very capable of making trouble. I introduced him to you because I hope he can help you, but I'm also afraid that he might lead you astray. It's good, it's good now. You know what you want to do. It's enough to borrow some of his methods and abilities. Maintain a certain relationship and distance."

Based on this sentence alone, Yu Songhai is more worthy of friendship than Jin Zhuoqun.

Rang Weidong hummed: "Whenever he spoke, I felt like he was another version of You Qili, ambitious and unscrupulous. I don't need to be like that. Selling things smoothly can make money, but their efforts often reveal many opportunities like the waves washing away the sand. If I choose to do the ones that I can do steadily, won't I get twice the result with half the effort?"

Yu Songhai didn't have that kind of ambition. "Version? Your description is really interesting. I'm very satisfied that you can stick to your own ideas. You are a reform talent and young role model that I discovered in Shangzhou. If you fail in the wrong path, I would be very sad, but I also hope that you can carry forward your achievements. You have to strike a good balance."

Going to the provincial capital means that as a reporter from the Shuchuan station of Sunshine Daily, I also need to communicate with my advanced figures to confirm the performance here. Everyone has work targets.

Of course, Weidong had to place the military representative at the Rongdu office, and it was impossible for him to be brought back to the Jiangzhou Hongguang store.

It was quite comfortable to chat along the way.

Yu Songhai slowly helped Weidong sort out his idea of ​​stepping on the costs of the planned economy and engaging in price wars in the market economy.

It can be regarded as a theoretical guide.

But Weidong mentioned that You Qili was still in prison, so what would happen if the provincial investigation team went there?

Yu Songhai was helpless and had to make another appeal. The internal reference had been submitted and you had seen what the reality was like. You should be more careful not to repeat the same mistakes.

This included asking Weidong to propose the idea of ​​opening up the economic artery of commodity trading at the Steel Institute. In fact, the press station received a call that night saying that this idea was a bit inappropriate and should not appear in the report for the time being.

Therefore, Sunshine Daily is still considering the article about Rang Weidong these days.

Zhang Lanzhi sat in the middle and seemed to never participate in the conversation, but Weidong knew that she was listening to everything.

I am just used to being silent while taking notes, and I will only speak when necessary.

Then, every time it’s time for dinner, I will involuntarily adjust my body frequently, as if I’m warming up for the meal.

Because the nearly 300-kilometer drive was on a fairly flat basin bottom, it took four or five days to get there.

It’s just that Yu Songhai recommended too many delicious foods.

Even though the entire era was still in a stage of relatively scarce materials, the Shuchuan Basin's reputation as the Land of Abundance was not in vain.

Mild climate, leisurely folk customs, and rich products.

In addition, for thousands of years, it has been one of the regions in the country that has suffered less from war, so almost every place has its own outstanding cuisine.

And most of them are of the folk flavor of finding joy in suffering.

For example, the "ba gu meat" mentioned earlier is the scraps of meat left on the big bones after slaughtering pigs and cattle, but it can be made into a very delicious dish.

Yu Songhai is also an expert who has traveled all over Shuchuan. He commented that the characteristic of Shuchuan cuisine is that it is good at using the internal organs and scraps that others look down upon, and adding strong and fragrant seasonings to make delicious dishes.

Including Jiangzhou's hotpot, almost every county and city around Chengdu has similar food with its own characteristics, all of which reflect the philosophy of life that one must find fun no matter how poor or hard it is.

So the route was that he requested where to go and what to eat, and the newspaper office could pay some of the bill, so Weidong rushed to pay but stuffed the receipt into Yu Songhai's hands.

Actually, it’s not much money.

Zhang Lanzhi was mainly responsible for sitting upright and elegantly in various simple, shabby roadside shops and fly-in-the-mouth restaurants, and picking up her chopsticks politely and swiftly amid the competition among Goudan and the others.

It’s definitely not less than what they make.

It's surprising that she doesn't look fat.

Even with Rang Weidong's little cultural background, he felt that she looked a bit like the beautiful lotus flowers swaying in the lotus pond with broken branches and leaves on the green surface of West Lake.

I now have some understanding of the West Lake scenery that I couldn’t understand before.

So sometimes I would secretly take pictures with my camera.

Yu Songhai took a glimpse and helped cover for him, then when they arrived in Chengdu, he went straight to ask Wei Dong to develop the seven or eight rolls of film in his hand.

The newspaper has its own darkroom, and external printing is also one of their revenue-generating businesses.

It's no wonder that Zhang Lanzhi's military uniform not only ensured that the shop owners wouldn't dare to mess up the prices of their dishes, but also made it less likely that there would be robbers on the road.

Occasionally, they would come across officers in uniform checking vehicles, and they would see her and Rang Weidong's work IDs, and they would respect Yu Songhai's press ID very much.

It's very smooth, including in the Chengdu metropolitan area.

This must be Rang Weidong's first time in this current provincial capital. Zhang Lanzhi only remembered the address.

After Yu Songhai pointed out the place on the map, he made an appointment to meet at the newspaper office tomorrow and then got off the bus and went home. His child had just been born.

Weidong took two cans of milk powder from the car and asked him to take them back and try.

Zhang Lanzhi finally sat in the spacious passenger seat holding the atlas, not saying a word so that the driver could look at her at any time.

Weidong felt as if he was back in a trance, looking at the satellite map to see where the takeaway was going.

Especially when I suddenly feel that the secretary is frequently adjusting his sitting position, I immediately look around to get a clear direction: "What's good to eat in that restaurant?"

Zhang Lanzhi hummed: "Steamed pork with rice flour is very sticky. I've tried it once."

Well, Goudan and his friends had another treat at noon.

The Xishan Factory Office is nearby. It is actually the guesthouse of the Fifth Ministry of Machine Building's allocation station in Shuchuan. It has a small warehouse and a two-room bungalow with an office inside and outside. The rooms next to it are the offices of the Brothers Optical Instrument Factory over there. All of them are empty and locked.

The secretary who took out the keys from her small bag said that there had been people stationed here before, but as the military supply products were almost cut off, there was no output and no production tasks, so they were all transferred back here to save costs. She only came here with the factory leaders when she was attending meetings or picking up documents.

He asked Weidong to park the car in the courtyard of the guesthouse, but he took a fancy to the basketball court in the courtyard. He directed Goudan and others to move Zhang Lanzhi's wooden boxes and leather boxes to the office.

I took out the basketball from the car, took off my coat and played happily. At the end, I played half court with the soldiers at the allocation station.

It was getting dark, and I happened to catch a glimpse of my secretary who had changed into a skirt. She had been sitting quietly at the door reading a book, but now she kept getting up and sitting down. Then, reluctantly, I called Goudan and the others to go have dinner with the secretary.

Weidong grabbed his shirt and covered himself with his military uniform and drove out. Zhang Lanzhi looked out and then kept her attention on the hot pork intestines in the small restaurant outside the supply station.

The cuisine of this historic provincial capital is much richer than the few restaurants on one or two streets in Xishan Factory.

When Weidong heard Yu Songhai pointing at the map, he noticed that not far to the east were various provincial colleges and technical secondary schools, including the Post and Telecommunications School.

So naturally he went to look for his own helpers.

Otherwise, how can I keep my secretary in the provincial capital?

As a result, the large Dongfeng truck had a bit of difficulty in moving on the streets of this old city.

Especially since this place has a casual temperament and people occupy the roads at will, the school gate is even closer to the alleys, and it happens to be dinner time and there are people walking around everywhere.

This forced Weidong to find a side road a hundred meters away from the school gate to park the car.

The two hundred cameras that were originally distributed quietly had to be moved to the cab and locked, and finally half of them were carried over.

Ever since we asked Weidong not to use the paper boxes provided by the Xishan factory to facilitate long-distance transportation, they have been wrapping them in cloth bags and then filling the cartons with hay!

These days, Goudan and his crew have been using the familiar fertilizer bags in the cargo compartment to pack the fertilizer into fifty bags.

It was not difficult for Weidong to carry it in both hands.

But he also rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, opened his vest that was sweaty from playing basketball, and walked around the technical secondary school campus with a bag on his shoulder, giving him the feeling of a country boy, as if he had just finished working in the fields.

This guy had never been to such a provincial school in decades, so naturally he had no idea what it was like. He even randomly caught students on the street and asked them where the girls' dormitory was.

It was the evening's free time, and just by looking at his age, the students could imagine a scene of a country boy looking for a wife.

So a lot of people gathered around!

This was also the most common melodramatic plot in major universities and technical secondary schools in the early 1980s after the resumption of the college entrance examination.

Countless married educated young people who were wasted in the countryside regarded getting into university as their only chance to change their fate, and there were many cases of them abandoning their wives and husbands.

Then these gossipy teachers and students were all dumbfounded when they saw that the fourth-grade senior who was famous for her self-discipline and aloofness was called down by the dormitory manager.

She didn't even pay attention to the people around her, and she cried and threw herself into the arms of the rural boy.

If Weidong hadn't been strong and sturdy, he might have been knocked to the ground by someone while dribbling the ball.

I could only sigh, "Just let go of me! What's the matter with you wiping your saliva and snot on my collar? Hurry up and get the things up here!"

Dong Xueqing hugged her waist with both hands and burst into laughter. She looked up with tears in her eyes, full of joy: "Did my sister ask you to come see me?"

Wei Dong was a little dizzy from the indescribable fragrance of the girl. "None of her business! Hurry up and move the things upstairs. I have something important to tell you!"

Instead, Feng Chu suddenly wrinkled his pointed nose and sniffed around, accurately discovering a different scent on his right arm: "Who! Who is this?"

The tears just now are gone.

The two sisters are pushing each other to avoid other seductive women from taking advantage of the situation.

(End of this chapter)