My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 68: Moments of Light and Shadow
In fact, Weidong himself was curious and watched the copiers from the 1980s.

I was surprised to find that this Ricoh electrostatic copier, which was said to have been in operation for two or three years, was no different from the copiers and laser printers in the office thirty years later!
It has the same exquisite appearance and workmanship, and is easy to use, but the touch screen that may be common in later generations has become a few colorful buttons.

It costs tens of thousands of yuan now!
The employees operating the copiers all thought they were some great techies, and were quite arrogant in using high technology to complete the work here.

The technical secondary school student from the Post and Telecommunications School looked at him with "Wow!" again, but when he saw that Wei Dong was quite calm, he retracted his expression.

Weidong had originally planned to leave the secretary here. There were indeed six or seven agreements. "Make three copies of each. Rong will keep one set in the future. When Lao Jin comes, give him one set. I'll take the original and bring another set of copies. I don't know if Jiangzhou has them. You can look after them here. I'll go to the newspaper office first."

Zhang Lanzhi said calmly, "Perhaps we should take these agreements to the press station for review. Reporter Yu also has a supervisor who needs to understand these agreements."

This is true.

Weidong had no choice but to be patient and wait.

But at this moment he was in a rather high-end hotel's photocopying business center, buying a bunch of films, both in color and black and white. By the way, he also saw a seal engraving shop next door, so he was reminded to engrave two private seals and a "film festival special" seal.

Come pick it up tomorrow.

Dong Xueqing must have been clinging to him curiously at all times: "Can you make one for me too? What does this special seal mean?"

Having Weidong follow up on another business, he quietly explained, "For example, your identity... your household registration needs to be copied to handle something, but if I use the copy for something I shouldn't, it could be used by bad people. So, we need to stamp a special seal on this copy. Even if something goes wrong, we can be exempted from liability. Actually, handwriting is fine, but a stamp makes us look more official."

Before he knew it, he had definitely not hidden anything from Dong Xueqing, and they would be partners in changing planes together in the future.

But the girl felt that they were definitely a family, inseparable, and it was sweet and happy.

The female secretary in casual clothes stood in the distance with her arms folded, looking even more aloof.

When we got back to the truck and headed to the press station, we saw the girl sitting in the middle constantly gesturing with her camera, occasionally taking a picture of the driver.

Finally, he spoke up, a rare occurrence: "Your aperture and shutter speed are wrong. In this kind of indoor environment, you should use a slower shutter speed. And since you're shooting so close, you need to use the largest aperture possible to achieve a shallow depth of field."

There are no online tutorial videos or extraction manuals. Technical secondary school students have to learn by groping in the obscure and difficult way according to the instruction manuals. They are reluctant to spend a lot of film to verify the results. They are completely half-baked.

As soon as I heard this professional tone, I knew I lost and quickly looked at the driver for help.

Who would have thought that her brother-in-law, whom she always thought was omnipotent, would scratch his head and say: "Ah, if I knew how to take pictures with this kind of advanced camera, I wouldn't have insisted on using a simple point-and-shoot camera."

So Feng Chu curled his lips, but still had the rationality of a technical student, and handed the camera to Secretary Zhang: "Then please take a picture of him later. I still have 25 negatives left, and I will learn how to take pictures from you."

A typist at the camera factory picked up a SLR camera and said, "When I was at the factory, I was often responsible for taking photos of visiting leaders and other companies using a Xiangjiang camera."

The words were simple, but the proud temperament was still captured.

Dong Xueqing glanced at Weidong secretly, and just when he turned around and looked at her, he made a very teasing face. She immediately smiled silently, and sat in the middle without any grudges, and enthusiastically asked the secretary for advice on photography techniques.

For a poor child like her who grew up in the city, no matter how much her sister covered her up, she was still more rounded than the greenhouse flowers that were fully supported by the state in the third-line factories.

Very good at coaxing.

He smiled secretly and asked Weidong to drive the truck to the city center quietly.

He didn't know where the famous commercial streets and pedestrian streets were in later generations, but he followed the most central intersections marked on the map and looked for crowded directions.

They parked the truck at the entrance of an alley and asked the secretary, who was holding a camera, to guard the truck. "If the police come to chase us, please help us say a few words and we'll be back soon."

With just a glance, he led Feng Chu into the bustling street next to him which was packed with people.

This was also the most crowded place he felt after looking at various urban and rural markets across the country, including Shanghai, Pingjing, and even Jicheng and Zhejiang.

There are definitely more people on Shanghai Sujing Road than here, but that century-old street is wide and magnificent, with department stores everywhere, and it is very imposing.

This place is densely packed with small shops, and countless shops have extended their merchandise racks onto the road, naturally squeezing the entire street so that there is only enough space for a few people.

It seems that there are no restrictions from the urban management, and people are competing to take advantage of the streets.

So the citizens walking and shopping there were so crowded that it felt like they were walking through someone else's living room.

Dong Xueqing wowed again: "So many clothes! I bought them for you at the school gate. This is what they call the Youth Road Clothing Market, right?" Weidong only knew that this area would be the fashion center of the entire Chengdu for the next few decades, and it could even be said to be the source of trends for many counties and cities around the entire Shuchuan area.

This reminded him of the wholesale market formed around the textile supplies station at Jiangzhou Wharf. After cracking down on various criminals, it would surely explode into an important commercial distribution center in the entire eastern Sichuan region and along the Yangtze River.

Unlike here, where goods are purchased from various counties and cities across the province, there the main focus is on attracting merchants from all over the country along the Yangtze River.

It also drives merchants in the wholesale market to purchase goods from the higher-level coastal areas of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and eastern Guangdong.

This is common sense that has been mentioned in countless tax work.

The wholesale market with the highest transaction volume in the entire Shuchuan Province must be in the provincial capital. As for which street and which area may rise and fall and change in the next few decades, just like Jiangzhou occupies the position of the Yangtze River, the height of the city center will never be shaken.

So he subconsciously responded, "When we return to Jiangzhou, I'm afraid we should go to the wholesale market at the dock to look for such opportunities. Even if we open a store there, we will still make a lot of money. We shouldn't end up like Old You and his trading company getting shut down."

With these thoughts running through my mind, I walked quickly mainly to see the direction of this free market, whether there were tax commissioners, police security, and market management.

The pace of opening up in Chengdu is no less than that of Jiangzhou.

If the provincial capital is like this, how long will it take for prefecture-level cities and county towns to catch up?

He vaguely remembered that this situation would be repeated over and over again, and the one who was jumping the most happily at this moment might be punished again.

Just as Yu Songhai reminded him, what he said at the Pingjing University Symposium seemed inappropriate again and was stopped from being published.

Now that You Qili is no longer a shield, what should we do?
Dong Xueqing looked up at his thoughtful face. Although he was the same age as her and still had some traces of acne, he was clearly thinking and working hard.

How could I not worship it?

But she was not so intoxicated that she became dizzy. Instead, she tried her best to look around.

Learn to see it like Rang Weidong: "Whether it's the small business owners in Shangzhou or the vendors selling guokui and yerba outside the school gate, they're actually making a lot of money, but their status is low. Who says they'll lose everything if a movement strikes? They're unstable."

Weidong sneered: "Stable? Those who pursue a stable job and a safe haven will eventually become lambs to be slaughtered. I..."

He originally wanted to talk about his forty years of career as a security guard, but in the end he knew nothing and dared not step out of his comfort zone, so he could only silently endure the oppression of the old hag.

But considering the present situation: "Those factories weren't stable a decade or two ago? Everyone thinks state-owned factories are iron rice bowls. If they're cut, the only people left are thieves and prostitutes. So, don't let yourself be stable for too long. If you do, you'll definitely become dull and useless."

Even though this was his first time hearing the theory, the top student from the technical secondary school easily understood it: "Okay, I'll follow you and keep working hard to improve myself."

In fact, it was not long, only about three or four hundred meters long, and the crowded street allowed Weidong to walk quickly to the end.

He didn't notice that his influence was almost reshaping the girl's world view and outlook on life, nor did he notice that because there were too many people, Dong Xueqing hugged his arm tightly and walked close to him to avoid being swept away.

Turning back, he felt more confident: "That dress is nice, go buy it. I saw a pair of pants over there that are also very good, I'll go buy them for you."

This is pure straight male style. He basically doesn't consider the pleasure women feel when choosing and matching clothes. He just gets the job done and leaves.

Dong Xueqing thought she was just watching the market, but a stack of warm cash had already been stuffed into her hand!
Then, Weidong pulled out his arm without hesitation, and pushed through the crowd like swimming freestyle to squeeze into another store in the distance.

A few minutes later, I compared my height and body shape with the owner and came back with two new and popular bell-bottom pants!
On the way, he was even smart enough to buy a pair of half-high-heeled leather shoes. When the store owner asked him what size he wanted, he could just measure his height and get a rough idea. If it didn't work, he could come back and change it later.

After squeezing back into the store, I saw Feng Chu still struggling with his thoughts: "Are you talking about black or white? White looks good, but it's too resistant to dirt. Will black make me look old-fashioned..."

No matter how old or small a woman is, it is her nature to go shopping. Buying is not the goal, the process of choosing and comparing is the most important.

Let Weidong keep it simple: "Then buy them all, and change into your pants and leather shoes... Let's wear white first."

The girl, who had never changed clothes outside, looked at the curtain in the corner and the crowded people in the store, blushed and asked Weidong to stand outside the curtain before she could no longer contain her excitement and went to work.

And continued to chatter through the curtain: "Is the black one for me? Will it be too tight? Oh, it's so elastic. Are you there, brother?"

Wei Dong was shocked by the glimpse of beauty revealed by the curtain next to him that was accidentally opened. He turned his head hard to avoid being caught as a hooligan, and also held the curtain tightly on this side: "Here, here, here, just change it."

Once I recognized the backlight silhouette against the curtain, the image of the 19-year-old girl could no longer be erased from my mind.

(End of this chapter)