My girlfriend is from 1949

Du Hengtai picked up the briefcase that was placed to the side and unzipped it.

He took a small notebook out of his bag.

"We have considered this issue and have thought of several solutions."

One solution is for us to provide the information for you to review and search.

However, this plan was abandoned after discussion.

Because it's troublesome for you to look up information, you might miss important details.

More importantly, there is a lack of understanding of the essence.

Therefore, after discussion, we found a perfect solution!

He paused for a moment at this point.

He pushed the notebook in his hand forward a little.

He smiled and said, "So, we've already written it for you."

A team of experts from China has already written three stories.

Two of the experts are nationally renowned editors-in-chief who have been deeply involved in the news industry for thirty years.

There are experts in history, renowned editors-in-chief who excel at press releases, and a highly capable publicity team.

Such a combination not only produces stories that respect history and capture the reader's attention, but also serves a promotional purpose.

That's killing three birds with one stone.

This foreigner doesn't understand Chinese history. If we really let him write it, who knows how biased he would be?

So it's better to just write it down and let him copy it once.

Anyway, the reason for seeking him out was because of his fame.

Whether he wrote the article or not is not important.

Moreover, the other party went along with it, taking out pre-prepared manuscript paper, clearly indicating that they came prepared.

Alexander held the notebook containing three stories, his face filled with surprise and anger.

Having worked in the news industry for over twenty years, I never imagined that one day I would have someone else ghostwrite for me!

This is an insult to his career and is absolutely unforgivable!

"Huff~ Huff~!"

Alexander was breathing heavily, his face flushed red as if it were congested with blood.

He gritted his teeth and said angrily in a low voice, "In my twenty years in this profession, I have never fabricated anything; I strive for truth in every report! Mr. Du, you are insulting my professional ethics!"

Du Hengtai remained calm in the face of the angry questioning.

He smiled calmly and said, "But we're not talking about news reports now, we're talking about stories, don't you think?"

"Uh..." Alexander paused, his expression momentarily blank.

It suddenly dawned on me that although it was published in the newspaper, it wasn't news; it was just a story.

Suddenly I realized that what the other person said made a lot of sense, and I was speechless!

Although it wasn't a news report, he still couldn't accept the fact that someone else wrote it for him.

He has been a dedicated reporter for twenty years, preferring to work late into the night to meet deadlines rather than have someone else write for him.

He believes that only by writing each word by hand can one show respect for the news!

Although I wanted to earn some extra money to improve my family's quality of life.

But he couldn't accept that even the manuscript paper was written by someone else, and he felt extremely angry.

If it were any other news, even if it was just making up a story, I would be full of confidence.

Anyone who dares to offer to write for them will be severely reprimanded.

However, I only know about modern Chinese history and have no knowledge of history from 2000 years ago.

If you really want to write a story that meets the requirements, you need to read and understand it at least two months before you can start writing.

But the other party obviously couldn't wait that long.

So they had calculated this point and prepared even the manuscript paper in advance.

This is not only an insult to oneself, but also a doubt about one's own abilities.

He said in a deep, stern voice, "Mr. Du, please stop insulting me immediately!"

His deep voice was filled with boundless anger.

Fortunately, it was on the terrace, and there was no one else around.

If this happened inside a restaurant, it would definitely attract the attention of the waiters.

Du Hengtai took a leisurely puff of his cigarette and said in a calm voice, "Mr. Alexander, I am just trying to promote our cooperation."

If you were given the freedom to write a story that fits Chinese history within a month, could you do it yourself?

Do you know who Lu Ban was? Do you know who invented papermaking?

If you know nothing, where does your confidence come from that you can write a story that meets the requirements?

Do you think I'm right?

"Uh..." Alexander opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute it, and was speechless after being rebuked.

Because what the other party said was all true, there was no way to refute it.

But when faced with humiliation, one must always stand up for what is right.

Just as I was about to speak, a calm voice came from the other end.

"In addition to the payment I just received, I will receive an extra 10,000 rubles for each story I write, so for three stories I will receive 30,000 rubles."

The average wage for a worker in the Soviet Union at that time was 200 rubles.

Skilled workers like Ivan can earn 250 rubles.

A minister's monthly salary is about 800 rubles, while a factory director or collective farm manager's monthly income is about 400 rubles.

3 rubles is equivalent to the wages of an ordinary worker who doesn't eat or drink for ten years!

Du Hengtai stubbed out his cigarette and leaned back slightly in his chair.

With a meaningful smile, he asked, "What do you think?"

Alexander's expression shifted repeatedly, turning pale and then flushed, and his breathing became increasingly heavy.

After a moment, he slowly raised his head.

His angry face instantly broke into a smile: "Mr. Du, you have a very good eye for people!"

Faced with high rewards, dignity and integrity can go to hell!

Alexander imagined his wife and children looking happy while watching TV, and enjoying sausages and canned fruit to replenish their nutrition.

The last shred of pride in his heart was completely thrown to the back of his mind.

Compared to providing a better life for his family, saving face seems unimportant.

As for professional ethics, it's just a job; there's no need to make things difficult for yourself.

Seemingly worried that the other party might change their mind, he even grabbed the notebook that was thrown on the table.

A slightly ingratiating smile appeared on his face.

Rewriting three stories will earn you 3 rubles and a bunch of scarce goods. Only a fool would refuse!

Du Hengtai extended his right hand: "Then... shall we cooperate happily?"

Alexander quickly grasped the outstretched hand and said with a smile, "It's a pleasure doing business with you!"

I was just writing stories to promote my Eastern brothers; it wasn't like I was a spy or a traitor, so I felt no psychological pressure at all.

Moreover, promoting China now is politically correct and will even earn praise from superiors!

Aside from that bit of false dignity being trampled on, it was made up for with money.

Alexander, clutching the manuscript, hurried home.

I'm determined to transcribe the story tonight and publish it tomorrow!

Only by distributing the money as quickly as possible and securing it in our pockets can we feel at ease.

Du Hengtai watched the departing figure downstairs and a smug smile appeared on his face.

The mission to the Soviet Union has been basically completed.

……

Meanwhile, in China, thousands of miles away...

Chen Huai'an and Lin Wan also returned to the Republic of China with a large amount of supplies.