Countercurrent 1978 starts with the production team

When Liu Dajun heard Chu Jianghe say this jingle, he felt it in his heart and thought it was so damn reasonable. He admired Chu Jianghe and said: "Jiang He, you are a college student. This knowledge is high." .”

Chu Jianghe waved his hands and said: "I also heard it from other places. The truth is like this, but many people just hear it that way and don't do it the same way. In fact, as long as you can do business with integrity, then it's Not much worse.”

Liu Dajun said matter-of-factly: "Of course, you don't have to be down-to-earth in doing business."

Seeing Liu Dajun's serious face, Chu Jianghe smiled.

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A person cannot stand without faith. From ancient times to the present, how many wealthy businessmen have been able to grow from a young age to a big business because of their faith.

Take those people in Hong Kong, whether it is Mr. Huo, Li Jiacheng, or Bao Yugang, they still have the tradition of businessmen of the older generation in their bones. As long as they open their mouth, they will promise a huge amount of money, which is definitely better than signing a contract. Be reliable.

Looking at the rise and fall of enterprises at home and abroad in ancient and modern times, it can be seen that the truly successful enterprises that can thrive for a long time all rely on the word "trust" to establish themselves, and all win the market based on honest management.

But the word integrity is easier said than done.

With the development of the economy, I don’t know since when, the word integrity has become farther and farther away from our lives.

P2P thunderstorms, bicycle sharing deposits, false reports in A-shares, unfinished buildings everywhere, and fraud text messages that cannot be blocked on mobile phones...

In a highly developed business society, well-known actors with a daily salary of millions sell things for ninety-nine yuan in the live broadcast room, shouting until their throats are hoarse, and masters with various titles sell street stall goods for more than ten yuan. , the wife of a rich man with a net worth of billions has been live broadcasting for seven or eight hours without complaining...

When people like them only focus on the three melons and two dates of working as workers, you always feel that something is wrong.

Of course, the means of live broadcasting are legal, the products they sell are also legal, and shouting loudly is also legal. It seems that every aspect is legal.

But when these people join forces with these things, you always feel that something is wrong, and you can't tell what is wrong specifically.

In their live broadcast room, you were confused by the names they called family members, and placed an order by mistake, which resulted in a very ridiculous business.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the goods they sell are actually not much different from the once popular TV shopping that has now been eliminated, but they have just changed the form.

They are making money from you, but they think you are not working hard enough and can't even afford an eyebrow pencil worth tens of dollars. This is the weirdest thing about this society.

Chu Jianghe shook his head, put the thoughts in his mind to the back, handed the selected goods to Liu Dajun and asked him to weigh them.

Liu Dajun was not happy: "Jiang He, we are all old classmates. It's just this little thing, just take it and eat it. No need to pay for it. Just what you said just now is completely worth it."

How could Chu Jianghe take advantage of him? He smiled and said, "If you don't want the money, I won't want the things. I won't dare to buy things from you next time."

Liu Dajun had no choice but to take it, weighed it, and found that it was tall and weighed enough. After weighing, Liu Dajun grabbed two more handfuls and stuffed them in, and then handed them to Chu Jianghe.

"It's five kilograms in total. You can pay me eight yuan."

Chu Jianghe knew that he had given him an extremely favorable price, so he smiled helplessly, then handed him a banknote, and waited for him to find the change before saying goodbye to him.

When he arrived at County Magistrate Zhou's home, unfortunately, Magistrate Zhou was not at home, and only Mrs. Zhou and her children were at home.

Mrs. Zhou was also very familiar with him and immediately received him warmly.

"Jiang He, sit down. Lao Zhou had a rest today, but something happened in the county, so he went to work again."

Chu Jianghe didn't want to stay too long. He sat at home for a while and put down his things before leaving and going to the county compound to find Magistrate Zhou.

All he brought were dry goods, which were not worth much, so Mrs. Zhou accepted them.

When he arrived at the county compound, he wanted to go in directly, but was stopped by the guard.

The doorman is a man in his thirties, tall and thin, with a somewhat mean face.

"What do you do? Do you know where this place is? Just break in!" The guard looked at Chu Jianghe at such a young age, so his tone was not very polite.

Chu Jianghe was a little annoyed when he saw the bossy look of the guard, but there was nothing to be angry about with someone like him. He smiled and said: "Hello, comrade, I'm here to see County Magistrate Zhou."

"Just you? Looking for County Magistrate Zhou?" The guard looked sideways at Chu Jianghe, "Whoever you are looking for, come and register first."

Chu Jianghe smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, just register." Just as he was registering, a dark red motorcycle drove straight into the county compound. The guard smiled and waved to the people on the motorcycle.

Chu Jianghe also took a curious look. These days, most of them are buses. There are very few private cars. There are not a few decent motorcycles in the entire county.

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Chu Jianghe recognized the model of the motorcycle at a glance. It was a domestically produced motorcycle in Shanghai. If you want to buy it now, it will definitely cost no less than 5000 yuan. Most people can't afford it, but the rider doesn't look like someone from the system. people.

"Comrade, who just came in without registering?" Chu Jianghe asked the guard.

"If you are asked to register, just register. It doesn't matter what others do." The guard looked impatient when faced with Chu Jianghe's question.

Chu Jianghe smiled. He could be flattered and criticized everywhere, so he just registered honestly.

At this time, the man riding the motorcycle turned back and parked his car next to Chu Jianghe. The guard quickly greeted the man with a smile.

The man took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it to the doorman, who smiled and thanked him.

"Jiang He, I was driving a little too fast just now. It looks like you, so I didn't dare to recognize you." The man sat on the motorcycle and spoke to Chu Jianghe carelessly.

Only then did Chu Jianghe recognize this person. It turned out to be Zhao Jinpeng. He wanted to find him, but he didn't expect him to come to his door.

Now he's riding a motorcycle, and it seems like he's doing really well lately.

Chu Jianghe took a cigarette thrown by Zhao Jinpeng and lit it, and said: "Zhao Jinpeng, that's okay. It's true that after three days of separation, I was so impressed that I was ridden and kicked. This is how I'm getting rich."

Zhao Jinpeng didn't hear Chu Jianghe's teasing tone. He sat on the motorcycle, patted the motorcycle, and said cheerfully: "It's not bad, it's just a motorcycle. It's nothing. I'll get a small car in two years." Open up."

Chu Jianghe glanced at Zhao Jinpeng, who looked arrogant, and then looked at the doorman who was still smiling. It was really a big toad leading a small toad, jumping one by one in front of him.