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Chapter 69 Guess what my small goal is
So the girl who changed her hairstyle would be a dazzling presence when she stood in a news unit like a press station.

It's absolutely not an exaggeration.

Because Zhang Lanzhi's outfit is the most suitable and beautiful one to wear in this era according to the public aesthetic.

Standing on the most prosperous and lively street in Chengdu and looking around, you can generally see blue and green military uniforms and gray tones dotted with white shirts. Her fluffy hair that seems to have been permed, black skirt and black and white plaid shirt are very eye-catching.

The occasional bright red and green on the street seems kitsch.

But Wei Dong had seen some of the later generations' fashion styles, so he chose this off-white turtleneck sweater, which had a tight-fitting effect and could actually make Dong Xueqing's small figure look graceful and charming.

Add to that a pair of bell-bottom pants that were rarely worn by serious girls at that time, which were actually tighter fashion trousers from later times, with the trouser legs deliberately enlarged, to give him the slender feeling of Optimus Prime walking with steel steps.

Finally, the pair of half-high-heeled leather shoes hidden in the bell-bottom pants lifted the figure and made the legs look especially long.

If Feng Chu hadn't sat on the truck for a while to get used to it, he wouldn't have known how to walk if he hadn't been hanging on Wei Dong's arm before leaving the clothing market.

This combination is rare in the clothing market. It is elegant and fashionable, attracting countless eyes. Then, based on the style, people bought out this sweater and trousers set.

Until she arrived at the press station, Dong Xueqing tried her best to imitate the secretary's gentle and elegant smile and stood by.

The protrusions on both sides made Weidong look particularly impressive, and the editor-in-chief of the press station and Yu Songhai were both amazed when they saw it.

"A bit like, like the heroine in that Japanese TV series?"

"Let's wear the Sachiko outfit. The Shanghai News Agency just released photos. Many young people in the city are wearing it this way."

"Take a picture, take a picture!"

Even Zhang Lanzhi could tell after a few more glances: "It really does look a bit like him. I just thought he looked familiar. If he cut his hair short and permed it, he would look even more like him."

All I can say is that the fashion sense of urban women in Weidong's impression is similar to the fashion gap between Japan now and the mainland a few decades ago.

The Japanese TV series "Blood Ties", which became popular before the Spring Festival this year, is actually an urban drama from almost ten years ago.

It is still popular in urban areas across the country.

The dressing styles of the young male and female protagonists are definitely something that makes city dwellers jealous.

Dong Xueqing couldn't help but gently fiddle with her hair, and she regretted that there was no big mirror around.

Even if she has never watched this TV series.

The work at the press station was a bit lengthy, so I first conducted a formal interview, starting with Shangzhou's grassroots views on the different paces of reform, which promoted mutual assistance among vulnerable groups in cities and towns and agricultural and sideline products between urban and rural areas.

Then there are the sales cases of military-to-civilian conversion in third-line factories and state-owned factories, ranging from the sales of tape recorders, cameras to alloy materials.

The Xishan factory is definitely the highlight. It has now supplied seven batches of goods and sold nearly 20,000 units in the two months after the Spring Festival. Secretary Zhang has the exact data, and now the supply volume has increased by 25%.

It is definitely a model example of the current military-to-civilian transformation and the transition of third-line factories to non-reform.

Weidong could hear that the "accidental" situation in which Xishan Factory achieved good performance without any restructuring was regarded by some as evidence that this state-owned model still had great potential.

As a result, the controversial reform trend was actually delayed, at least in Shuchuan, people seemed to wait and see.

Since his last trip to Shangzhou to talk with the city, Weidong has already felt the characteristics of this era. No one actually knows what to do specifically.

Even though the coastal areas are doing well, there are many concerns inland, and people are always waiting to see those guys make trouble.

As a result, there are different ideas of radical and conservative tug-of-war in various places.

Therefore, his outstanding case will definitely be noticed, especially since such performance of a military factory cannot be concealed. I wonder when the titanium ingot business of Hongguang Factory will be exposed.

I was a little panicked: "This is just a small attempt we made. There is no need to put it in the spotlight and become a controversial figure. It's a small business, only worth tens of thousands of dollars. There is no need to focus on it so much."

Yu Songhai applauded again: "The word 'focus' is very good. Xiao Rang often has wonderful words to choose, but you may not realize the significance of seeing the big picture from the small. A military factory on the verge of suspension of production chose the right product direction and the right sales approach, and suddenly it was able to make a comeback in the market. If this could be summarized into valuable experience that can be applied everywhere, and could help more factories to be rejuvenated, then it would not be a trivial matter." Rang Weidong murmured inwardly, can this be applied everywhere? Didn't I come up with this new sales model as if I had opened my third eye? Why don't you take other products to the West Lake or sell them on university campuses?
His face looked more and more bitter. When asked, he told me that business was not good. The senior, Old You, was still in prison and had only developed two sales outlets in the country. He had to spend a lot of time and energy running around, and he was still a long way from winning the turnaround battle.

I'm also telling my secretary, don't think you can just leave me and tinker with things on your own after you've caught your breath.

Yu Songhai ignored Lao You's words and stressed that since they had already linked the camera factory, the film factory and the Sunshine Daily, this film festival, which was promoted under the attention of the media, must be made into a tribute project for this year's National Day.

Let Weidong look at him, and his eyes express that it depends on whether Mr. Jin will accept this 500 yuan job.

And if that guy messes up by doing something untoward, it's your fault.

Unexpectedly, after the interview, the editor-in-chief of the press station who was looking through the agreement nearby asked in detail about the job of selling tape recorders, a casual project that Yu Songhai had only mentioned briefly before.

Rang Weidong could only say that the product quality and style of this manufacturer in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces were very distinctive. He had purchased the goods in bulk before the Spring Festival, but now it seemed difficult to get them. It seemed that they had already started advertising on the platform.

He seemed to have seen it on TV around the Spring Festival, but he knew in his heart that he had not heard the famous lyrics yet, which meant that the breakthrough point of Yanwu tape recorder had not yet arrived.

In short, until lunch, the editor was still more concerned about this case and asked how long Weidong would stay in Chengdu.

"Probably a week. There is a lot of work to do, but we have an office in Chengdu. Comrade Xiao Zhang is also the military representative of Xishan Factory. We can keep in touch at any time." He asked Weidong to quickly push the secretary out as a shield.

Zhang Lanzhi, who was concentrating on the spicy lung slices and stir-fried kidney slices, was very experienced and immediately put away her chopsticks, swallowed the dishes with difficulty, and nodded politely.

The editor-in-chief focused on Rang Weidong. "After all, the Xishan Factory is a military-industrial enterprise hidden deep in the mountains. The agreement states that you're registering the brand under your personal name and obtaining exclusive sales rights. This is inappropriate. You should register as a company and cooperate with the military-industrial enterprise under the company's name. Since you're in Chengdu, why not register the company here? We can also help you complete the registration and obtain the business license procedures as soon as possible."

The former security guard at the tax compound is still wondering if your press station also wants to join the national business community and acquire shares in this company?

But when he looked up, Yu Songhai gave him a look. Mainly because he knew that he was not good at these scheming and black tactics, so he nodded and agreed. After the meal, he arranged for his secretary to pay the bill, and by the way, he followed him to the press station to learn in detail about what preparations were needed to register a company.

Finally, he sent a secret message to Dong Xueqing: "Reporter Yu and I will go have tea and talk about things. Before your class this afternoon, go learn more about the formalities with Secretary Zhang. I'll see if I can meet you at your school basketball court for dinner."

Infernal Affairs is so plain and simple without mobile phones, pagers or telephones.

Feng Chu knew that he had an appointment to meet with college students playing basketball at the provincial university in the afternoon, so he immediately and enthusiastically offered to follow his secretary.

Zhang Lanzhi opened her mouth but failed to break through her image and shouted out, and quietly obeyed the assignment.

Yu Songhai got in the car and explained to Rang Weidong, "The higher-ups have issued guidance to the province regarding the integration of military and civilian sectors. Military enterprises must complete civilian product production, scientific research, and technology transfer tasks within this year. It's a shame not to include your existing project. With this card as a talisman, your sales work will be more secure. It's unlikely that someone like You Qili will happen again. Our newspaper will also be able to feature this story. If you also include the film festival tribute project, our mission will be successfully completed."

Wei Dong half teased and half tested: "I thought it was your press station that wanted to invest."

Reporter Yu immediately found this unbelievable: "We are a news organization, how could we possibly get involved in something like this!"

Weidong took to heart the news that many government departments had established tertiary industry companies. "Okay, Lao Yu, you can arrange for your wife's parents or some reliable relatives to register in this company and get some shares. Maybe when you retire or want to start a business in the future, these shares will be your backing."

Yu Songhai must have felt like the door to a new world had been opened: "What, what does this mean?"

In fact, there are no regulations that prohibit public officials from investing in private companies. Even if reporters come to invest, they cannot find any prohibitive clauses.

No one understood the situation at all.

The tax bureau has seen too many of these tricks: "It's better to keep it secret because of how much profit this camera sales company can make. I'm afraid it will scare you if I tell you. That's why I can't decide whether to do that thing with Lao Jin or not."

The reporter took a deep breath courageously and said, "Then come and scare me."

Seeing that he didn't have the interview notebook, Weidong had some trust in him. To be honest, it was almost a year back in the 1980s. Even his parents didn't dare to tell him his background, and other people were even more cautious. The only people he dared to trust were probably the Dong sisters.

He also needed to vent about the pressure: "You and the Xishan factory both know that I sell my cameras for 29 yuan each. They pay me yuan. This time, when I returned, I even asked for a raise back to yuan. My method is to directly sell the products on the front lines. There are no intermediate costs. I sell cameras per week, no, now cameras per week. I make yuan per camera. Just calculate how much I earn per month."

Yu Songhai certainly knew that Weidong could make money, but he never expected that he could make so much.

Eight thousand yuan a month!
(End of this chapter)