The Pentium Era - South to North

After Liu Ligan and Fan Jianguo went out, they never came back. In the afternoon, Liu Ligan called Zhang Chen and told Zhang Chen that this was the number of Yiming Food Factory. If you need anything to see him, just call this number. .

Zhang Chen understood that he had taken root there.

Old Tang came in with a design draft and said to Zhang Chen, Mr. Zhang, please review it. If there is no problem, I will print it when I get back.

Zhang Chen took it over and took a look at it, and couldn't help but laugh. He saw that in front of the design of Lao Tang were the words "Half an Acre of Field". Above the three words, there was a Peking Opera mask of Mu Guiying, a female general of the Yang family. On the back, The large number is not printed directly, but there is a hollow phoenix inside each number.

"Not bad, very beautiful. He is a professional after all." Zhang Chen nodded in approval.

"Then I'll just seal it like this?"

"Okay. By the way, how much does this job cost? You go to Zhao Jingjing to settle the bill." Zhang Chen and Lao Tang said.

Old Tang stared at him: "Mr. Zhang, are you scolding me or treating me as an outsider? I'm not from half an acre of land?"

"It can't be in vain."

Old Tang waved his hand, meaning to stop talking about this matter. He was about to leave, but then he sat down again and asked Zhang Chen: "Why, I heard that this time it was a group of young men and a gang of A competition for middle-aged women?”

Zhang Chen is right.

Old Tang laughed loudly. It's interesting. This competition is interesting. By the way, Mr. Zhang, this alone isn't exciting. I want some bonuses.

"Mr. Zhang, how about I sponsor a thousand yuan bonus? If you win, give it to him." Old Tang said.

"You also like basketball?" Zhang Chen asked.

"I don't like it, I never watch it, but I want to watch it this time. I just think it's so fun, and these women are so amazing." Old Tang laughed.

Zhang Chen also laughed and said okay.

"Then I'll go talk to Cashier Zhao and ask her to inform the team members and encourage the team members on both sides." Old Tang smiled and went out.

When Old Tang said this, he reminded Zhang Chen that he felt that there might be a lot of people coming that day. Although it was a match between two amateur teams, the men beat the women, and the women were still able to beat each other as a group. Damn it, this game will still attract people. On that day, Lao Wan and his maintenance team will be transferred over to help maintain order.

Zhang Chen stood up and was about to go to the design center. He Hongmei walked in and said to Zhang Chen: "Master, let me help you catch someone."

Zhang Chen looked at her, wondering what she was talking about.

He Hongmei shouted towards the door, come in, come in quickly, what are you afraid of, dare to do what you want.

Someone came in from outside the door. Zhang Chen looked and saw that it was Ge Donghai and Liangfen's daughter Ge Ling. Ge Ling's face was flushed and she stood there at a loss.

Zhang Chen looked at He Hongmei and wondered what she was doing.

He Hongmei said: "I helped you catch a junior sister. I just went to the store over there and saw that she was not looking at the store seriously."

Ge Ling said anxiously: "Mr. Zhang, at this time, there are no customers in the store. I will, I will...Mr. Zhang, I will definitely not dare to do it next time."

Zhang Chen was confused by them, and he didn't know what He Hongmei was up to. Even if Ge Ling made some mistake in the store, she should have taken her to Xiao Zhao. Why did she bring her here to scare this little girl? When this happened, he said to Ge Ling:

"It's okay, Ge Ling, tell me carefully, what were you doing at that time?"

"Huahua." Ge Ling's voice was as soft as a mosquito.

"What?"

"Paint, paint...Mr. Zhang, next time I..."

Zhang Chen quickly stopped her and glared at He Hongmei complainingly, blaming her for making too much fuss. Zhang Chen said, "It's okay. I also like to draw when I have nothing to do."

"Why don't you show me what you drew? Show it to Mr. Zhang." He Hongmei said with a straight face.

Ge Ling trembled, took out a notebook from behind, and handed it to Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen saw that it was a notebook bound with white paper. Zhang Chen opened it and looked at it, and his eyes lit up. He saw that there were paintings of figures inside, all of which were girls. They were very skillfully painted, especially the clothes they were wearing, which were very beautiful.

Zhang Chen looked through it again and found that behind each figure painting, there were different paintings of clothing. They were just clothes, without people.

Zhang Chen raised his head and asked Ge Ling: "Did you draw these yourself?"

Ge Ling nodded.

"Did you copy it from a magazine?"

"No, it's all, it's all me..." Ge Ling stammered.

He Hongmei couldn't help it any longer and burst into laughter. She hugged Ge Ling and said, "Sit down quickly, little sister. When I have nothing to do, I also like to draw. There is nothing wrong with drawing. No one will scold you. I will lead you." I came here because I saw that you drew so well, so I asked you to show your drawings to Mr. Zhang to see if he would accept you as a junior sister.

Ge Ling looked at He Hongmei, who smiled at her, and then at Zhang Chen, who also smiled at her. Then Ge Ling took a long breath and started to laugh too.

He Hongmei said: "Master, she didn't copy these paintings. She drew them after reading novels. These are the characters in Xue Mili's novels. The latter ones were designed by herself. She felt that if they wore These clothes will look better, aren’t they?”

Zhang Chen kept nodding and said, "Awesome, indeed awesome. Ge Ling, have you ever studied painting?"

Ge Ling shook her head and said, "I haven't learned anything before. I just liked drawing since I was a child. I drew on comic strips when I was a child, and then I drew on my own."

Zhang Chen understood, isn't this the female version of himself?

"How about it, Master, are you qualified to be a junior sister?" He Hongmei asked.

Zhang Chen nodded quickly: "Qualified."

"Then why don't you call Sister Xiaozhao?"

Zhang Chen came to his senses, immediately picked up the phone, dialed Xiao Zhao's office, and told Xiao Zhao that on the second floor over there, arrange for another person to go to Xiaojuan. Ge Ling can't go to work at your place...

Before Zhang Chen finished speaking, Ge Ling's face turned pale. She cried anxiously and shouted: "Mr. Zhang, don't fire me, I will be scolded to death by my parents."

Zhang Chen and He Hongmei were both stunned. He Hongmei smiled and said, "Fool, Mr. Zhang is not firing you. He is going to transfer you to the design center here as a designer. What, you don't want to?"

When Ge Ling heard this, she burst into laughter and nodded quickly.

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Liu Ligan and Fan Jianguo arrived at Yiming Food Factory. Fan Jianguo took Liu Ligan into Fan Qiming's office, met with Fan Qiming first, and then took Liu Ligan to a dark and shabby conference room next door and asked him to Wait here, he will go and talk to his dad first.

Liu Ligan agreed, and Fan Jianguo walked back to Fan Qiming's office and told him that from today on, he would work for Mr. Liu, with a monthly salary of 500 yuan.

Fan Qiming was also shocked, five hundred yuan, which is higher than my salary. What ability do you have to deserve this salary? What kind of company is this? Why did you not tell me yesterday that you are going to work today?

It was A Yong who introduced me. Mr. Liu was a friend of Mr. Zhang from the store on Yan'an Road.

Hearing what his son said, Fan Qiming felt that it was a bit reliable. The boss Zhang last time was introduced by A Yong, and the thing was done. It was obvious that the boss Zhang was quite capable. If this person and Zhang The boss is a friend, probably not a leather bag company.

"Where is your company?" Fan Qiming asked.

Fan Jianguo didn't dare to tell his father that our company has nothing to do now. It's just the two of us. He said to Fan Qiming, it's just that, the dynamic zone on the road to the stadium, next to the provincial gymnasium, do you know?

"I've seen it, what's wrong?" Fan Qiming asked.

"That house and the factory behind it belong to Mr. Zhang. Mr. Liu just came to Hangzhou from Hainan a few days ago. Our company is now in Mr. Zhang's company."

Fan Qiming was relieved when his son said that their company was in Zhang's head office.

"Then what does your company do?" Fan Qiming asked.

Fan Jianguo scratched his head and said, "Well, didn't I just go there today? I don't know very well. Or should I let Mr. Liu tell you himself?"

Fan Qiming said yes.

Fan Jianguo walked to the next door and called Liu Ligan over. After Liu Ligan sat down, he opened his bag and took out six press cards from the bag and showed them to Fan Qiming. Fan Qiming read them. They were from From "Hainan Daily" to "Hainan Special Economic Zone Daily" and "Haicheng Evening News", there are a total of six news organizations, and the people on the six press cards are all named Liu Ligan. Fan Qiming was immediately in awe.

This one reporter is amazing. Who are the six reporters? How could he know? In Haicheng, everyone joked that if a coconut fell, it could hit three reporters. Journalists were still a little bit in the mainland at that time. Deterrent.

Liu Ligan kept these press cards in his carry-on bag. He originally just wanted to keep them to remind himself to remember the days when he washed the building every day, and not to be light-hearted.

Unexpectedly, the only thing I brought back from Haicheng on the last night was these six press cards, and I didn't expect that they would still come in handy today.

For him and Meng Ping, Haicheng was just a dream. The dream was broken. He only earned six press cards. Meng Ping was a little better than him. He earned Qian Fang and the other four people who were devoted to him, but at the same time, he was better than him. He was miserable, and he also earned two years in prison.

Liu Ligan and Fan Qiming said that they were journalists and business consultants.

"What, what official, Mr. Liu?" Fan Qiming asked.

"Business consulting officer." Liu Ligan said, "Our job is actually semi-public welfare. We go to every unit, especially those units with operating difficulties, to provide various consultations, that is, to serve as consultants and help them. They improve their business conditions."

Fan Qiming didn't know what this business consultation meant, but since he was an official, it sounded very formal. Isn't Hainan a special zone? Anyone knows about the things in the special zone. Aren't they all a little more foreign-style than Hangzhou? However, he heard Liu The tone of Li Pang seems a bit like those Wenzhou people who come to sell door to door. They talk about one thing after another, but in the end they all want money.

"What you are talking about, according to my understanding, is that you act as a consultant for us, and then we give you money?" Fan Qishun asked, thinking that this must be why he needed to get his son.

"No, Director Fan, you understood it correctly before, but you understood it incorrectly later. I said our work is semi-public welfare because we do not charge money for our consulting work. If I were to charge your factory, One dollar, that’s all a mistake.”

"If you don't charge money, what are you trying to do?" Fan Qishun was surprised.

"In this way, the one who started this project is Hainan China Institutional Reform Research Institute. Our purpose is to use you as a case of how a factory like this can turn a profit with our help. Then, we will take this case , it is the entire process, written into articles, which is why we journalists need to participate.

"These articles will eventually be reported to leaders for reference when formulating policies and decisions. Xiao Fan is my assistant."

Liu Ligan was talking casually. There is indeed such a research institute on Haidian Island in Haicheng, but that research institute is similar to Yiming Food Factory. He is dying, so how can he have the ability to do projects? Liu Ligan and They have no relationship at all. I just saw it when I went to Baishamen and thought that the name has a Chinese character. Fan Qishun sounded reliable.

Sure enough, Fan Qishun felt it was reasonable after hearing what Liu Ligan said. It turned out to be a matter of the state. They were here to conduct pilot projects and write articles. In the end, it was for the leaders. Of course, they would not charge money for matters of the state. Since they did not need to spend Money, then you can do whatever you want.

Fan Qishun nodded, he made it clear, Mr. Liu... Mr. Liu, hi, what should I call you?

"Let's call him Mr. Liu. We are doing business activities now, so it is Mr. Liu. When the time comes to write an article, I will be Reporter Liu." Liu Ligan said with a smile.

"Okay, I understand, Mr. Liu, how can our factory cooperate with you? As you can see, the conditions of our factory are very simple."

Liu Ligan smiled and said: "The conditions in the places we went to were very primitive at first. Later, many new factories were built. I believe that the same will be the case here with Factory Manager Fan."

"Okay, let me lend you some good advice. How can we cooperate?"

"We don't need anything else. We come to the factory every day, as long as there is a place where we can sit and write." Liu Ligan said.

"You want to work, right? How about I give you the conference room where you just sat?" Fan Qishun asked.

"Great, thank you, Director Fan." Liu Ligan said.

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