Zhou Qingfeng came out of the unnamed repair shop early in the morning, and the streets were already busy, a bit more lively than usual. A bunch of idlers stood outside his shop, waiting for him to bring out the big color TV to show everyone the video.
"It's gone, it's gone, it's gone." Zhou Qingfeng's store was only half open and locked again. He has rarely returned to reality recently and has only dealt with a few small things.
For example, there are a few thieves in the village who followed the repair shop's property and secretly pried the door in the middle of the night. These people were beaten up by Zhou Qingfeng and died young.
Shared bicycles, used appliances, stock cans, these are all sold out. Zhou Qingfeng also obtained the fourth batch of'recyclable materials', which is a ton of clothing that has been overstocked. He left a small amount as a gift, and most of them changed hands and bought them in the counties and cities, with thousands of yuan in circulation.
These are not considered GDP, and do not directly help to complete the task.
It's the'Holy Light Machinery' that was created unintentionally to play a role. Many people in the village come to buy repaired second-hand small diesel and gasoline engines. It doesn't matter if the fuel consumption is higher. After all, diesel and gasoline are cheap now.
Most of these engines are bought to ship and are used for river transportation. Everyone is eyeing the huge market with a population of hundreds of thousands of people in Tianyang City, trying their best to sell products through convenient and cheap waterways.
Zhou Qingfeng wanted to visit the factory. He verbally said that regardless of the management of the factory, in fact, he still has to check it out every other day. Especially now that there is a crisis of counting coupons, he has to find a way to speed up the GDP growth in the township!
But this time, Teacher Ma Jingma jumped over like a cheerful deer. She wore a pink dress and small black leather shoes under her feet, youthful and lively, beautiful and moving. Compared with the black and gray tone of the country soil, she is too conspicuous.
"Bad boy, my article has been published." Ma Jingyang held a magazine and ran over with a smile, almost crashing into the man's arms. She proudly showed her masterpiece to Zhou Qingfeng, waiting to be praised happily.
"Um..., yes, yes. Young people have a future." Zhou Qingfeng scratched Ma Jing's head like a cat and praised him. It has been more than a month since the first meeting to discuss the so-called "logistics system", and the article should be published.
The lovely teacher Ma smiled shyly, his cheeks were flushed, and then he patted Zhou Qingfeng's hand off, and yelled, "Smelly boy, you are younger than me. You are not allowed to touch my head."
The title of the article is "A Discussion on the New Weather in the Country-River Transport Has Great Potential". This title has a strong atmosphere of the times, and the content is basically the urban and rural logistics that Zhou Qingfeng has talked about before. Teacher Ma wrote it out after he understood it.
The magazine published is really an internal publication of the Education Bureau of Chongkang County, and the name of the publication is "Chongkang Education". Electronic typesetting has not yet been promoted this year, and the typeface used in this magazine is missing a lot of fonts. Turning a few pages, my hands are full of ink.
The article was written with only two thousand words, and the views were not very in-depth. Many of the details that Zhou Qingfeng talked about have disappeared. Some were not understood by Ma Jing himself, and some were deleted because the editor-in-chief of the publication thought it did not meet the current situation.
Just such an article has limited value.
The reason Ma Jing is happy is that this is the first article to explain that farmers in Nantou Township are spontaneously engaged in transportation and entrepreneurship to solve the urban-rural conflicts and development situation.
Today, more than 20 ships have been launched for transportation. Not only people from Nantou Township, but also several other townships have seen opportunities to make a fortune. Zhou Qingfeng lit a'spark of fire', and now he quickly started a prairie fire.
If it is only the village selling agricultural products, the impact of this matter will not be great. But wait for the surplus industrial products in cities to be sold to the countryside, which provides a sales channel for a large number of state-owned factories in trouble.
Ma Jing's article mentions key issues such as urban-rural linkage, domestic demand development, and logistics management. Many concepts break the original stereotypes and challenge the current thinking-in the past, present, and'future', the city's disregard for the countryside has become the norm.
But the current situation is forcing bureaucrats at all levels to use their brains and think. This is a typical situation where the bottom is pushing the top. The situation has already happened, so you can't pretend to be invisible.
The article was close to reality and was well-founded, and it was quickly circulated after its influence expanded. Ma Jing was first called by the county to make a report in the past two days, and she also participated in a symposium. Because of this, she came to Zhou Qingfeng happily to ask for praise.
"I suggest you write a few more articles, strike while the iron is hot, and make this into a series of research." Zhou Qingfeng subconsciously said a few more about logistics management matters, all based on the public experience of the'post generation'.
Ma Jing obeyed this and forced Zhou Qingfeng to her office at the school, and the two closed the door to discuss. I wrote four or five articles in one day-orderly competition, policy protection, attention to domestic demand, strengthening of infrastructure, and efficient management.
Zhou Qingfeng's mouth is straightforward, while Teacher Ma writes like a god. From early in the morning until it was dark, the two of them even made do with their meals in the office.
After finishing writing, Ma Jing personally ran to the township government and called the county education bureau to say that she had an in-depth draft of related issues. The Education Bureau even recommended Ma Jing to send the manuscript to the city in the name of the representative of the grassroots teachers of the new era.
If it is sent tonight, it will be reviewed that night, and it will be printed before dawn tomorrow, and published in the Tianyang Daily. This honor has made the young female teacher excited, and the laughter is endless in the office.
"Bad boy, you ride a motorcycle to send me to the city."
It was half past seven at night. Ma Jing grabbed the man's arm, shook it coquettishly, and rubbed it. It is also the first time that Zhou Qingfeng has published his opinions in a formal publication. When he finds that his ideas have been recognized in practice and public opinion, he is also dark in his heart.
This is what really changed the society and promoted the development of history.
The current country roads are not easy to follow. It takes three hours at the earliest to ride a motorcycle to the city in Nantou Township. But neither Ma Jing nor the editor-in-chief of the city newspaper on the phone can wait to publish the'series of reports'.
This is a trend, a hot spot. But whether in the city or in the village, many people are bewildered by this. The bureaucratic system is notoriously slow, and few people can systematically explain the development context and interrelationships.
According to Ma Jing's statement-the city leaders are all waiting to see it.
After three hours of night breeze, the'Jialing' motorcycle entered the city, and it was only after 11 o'clock that the city newspaper was found. Due to the special nature of the newspaper industry, many people work overtime at night.
Ma Jing wanted to pull Zhou Qingfeng in with him, but Zhou Qingfeng shook his head in the cold wind outside the newspaper.
"I'm not suitable for public appearances."
"Why? I made your name the first author."
"Then delete my name."
Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly at this. He instinctively resisted connecting himself with the suddenly popular'article', "I have no interest in fame, so please help me take this responsibility. This honor is useless to me. ."
The night wind was bleak, and the door of the newspaper was quiet.
It's hard to think of something ahead these days. Everyone sharpened their heads to drill the camp, and climbed up when they caught the opportunity. A manuscript that is valued by superiors may seem flirty, but it may be a'stepping stone' for money.
"Why are you so good to me?" Ma Jing was moved instantly, and the young literary girl made up for Zhou Qingfeng's deep affection. Tears burst into her eyes, "Smelly boy, you are good or bad. You are smart, capable, and so generous, making me feel I don't deserve you."
There are armed police officers stationed outside the current newspaper office, coldly watching the men and women at the gate, watching them approach, watching them gently hugging each other, whispering—this is a large-scale dog abuse scene, specifically bullying single dogs of.