At one o'clock in the morning, Tianyang News was still brightly lit. The newspaper editor must finalize the manuscript at this moment, and send the manuscript to the printing factory before two or three o'clock. The printing factory must finish printing before five o'clock, and the newspaper will appear in the newsstands and the mailrooms of government agencies before seven o'clock.
The entrance of the newspaper was deserted and deserted, except for the armed police standing guard, there was not even a ghost on the road. It was already autumn, and the night wind was quite strong, and the person blowing it was chilly.
Zhou Qingfeng stood at the gate and couldn't go, so he could only be in a daze. He really misses the mobile phone that can communicate with each other, and asks how the review is going.
The light was on in the newsroom of the newspaper office. The old man on duty watched Zhou Qingfeng standing outside for a long time, and asked him a few words to sit in the house and chat to pass the time.
There was a newspaper rack in the mail room. Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a newspaper and asked after flipping through it: "Master, has the Gulf War broke out?"
What... ...
The old man in the mail room didn't hear clearly, let alone understand. Zhou Qingfeng searched the recent newspapers and turned them over. In August 1990, Iraq had already entered Kuwait. In just one day, the Iraqi army occupied the entire territory of Kuwait.
Alas..., Zhou Qingfeng sighed, a kind of excitement of being at a turning point in history. But within two minutes of excitement, he felt dull again.
China was greatly stimulated by the Gulf War. Originally it was'knifes and guns in the warehouse, horses to Nanshan', but was stimulated and had to pick up many military projects again. But this matter is not something ordinary people can intervene, he can only stare.
After the Gulf War, the Soviet Union disintegrated.
Judging from the information in the newspapers, several republics declared independence in 1990, including Russia. The general trend of history is irreversible, and the United States is in the midst of the sun at this moment, and the world is invincible.
China is still exploring its own path of development. To put it better, it is called the darkness before dawn. Zhou Qingfeng looked at the gloomy night outside the transceiver and smiled bitterly.
"Master, do you have any requirements for advertising in Tianyang Newspaper?" Zhou Qingfeng flipped through the newspaper, but still saw several tofu-like advertisements. A lot of them are the promotion of new agricultural technologies, and there are also chef training courses.
I can play a few of such low ads.
The old man nodded, "You can contact the advertising department of the newspaper. Small advertisements don't cost a lot. But you have to have a letter of introduction from your unit and you have to affix your official seal."
Zhou Qingfeng thought to himself: "I am the director of the factory. Didn't I just write the letter of introduction?" But his broken factory didn't even have a phone call, and only the township government had external contact.
However, the credibility of traditional media is quite high this year, and the common people still recognize the publicity of the official media, and the benefits of advertising are visible. Many products are unremarkable, and they are famous all over the world with an advertisement.
Now state-owned enterprises do not need to advertise. Private enterprises have just developed, most of them are self-employed and cannot afford to advertise. But Zhou Qingfeng has this forward thinking completely. He was impatient. He couldn't sit still thinking about the excitement. He immediately asked the old man for paper and pen, and wrote a letter of introduction from Nantou Township'Shengguang Machinery'.
Just a few lines of words, stamp the factory seal after writing it-the factory seal is in Zhou Qingfeng's pocket, and the signature is his own stroke. How simple it is.
This kind of embarrassing operation is just to look at the old man in the mail room. "Young man, you can't write this letter of introduction casually. You have to find the leader of your unit."
"The leader of our unit is me." Zhou Qingfeng smiled triumphantly, his young face bright.
The old man stopped talking. In the past few years, the "Four Master" was flying all over the sky, and various leather bag companies were running everywhere. It's not that I haven't seen people who carry the company seal with them, but it's really rare that they are as hasty as Zhou Qingfeng.
After the letter of introduction was completed, the old man reminded him specifically, "Young man, if you want to advertise in the city newspaper, you must have a guarantor. The guarantor must be a party member, preferably within the system."
Zhou Qingfeng's face stiffened, and he scratched his head. He felt that the old man was sluggish, waiting to see him eaten up. Where is he looking for a guarantor at this moment
But it was not difficult at all to solve it. At about two o'clock in the morning, Ma Jing came out of the newspaper office both excited and exhausted. Zhou Qingfeng asked her the first sentence: "Are you a party member?"
"I'm a reserve party member, what's the matter?" Teacher Ma blushed and grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's hand and said excitedly: "Do you know that the city attaches great importance to the current situation in Nantou Township? The situation of the investigation team’s going to the countryside to collect.
The editor-in-chief of the newspaper said that this kind of information from the grassroots of mine is very timely, detailed and clear in content, and has important reference value. Some of the issues that you do not let me write, the editor-in-chief said that there is no need to avoid taboos and can be discussed openly. "
The young female teacher got more and more excited as she talked, and she kept twittering. Zhou Qingfeng only cared about one thing, "I want to make an advertisement in Tianyang Daily, and I need a guarantor."
The old man in the mailroom watched the play for a long time, and finally found an opportunity to insert a sentence, "We are a regular newspaper, and the general township and village enterprises do not accept advertisements."
Zhou Qingfeng turned around angrily, "Master, your newspaper does not sell live piglets, or edible fungus cultivation training, and then a crash course for chefs. I am also a factory in the manufacturing system, so why not? "
The old man's face was blocked and flushed.
Ma Jing pulled Zhou Qingfeng's hand, "What kind of advertisement do you want to make?"
"Recruiting people. I want to recruit a few people who understand the development of machinery and electric motors to make my factory bigger and stronger." Zhou Qingfeng said ambitiously, "Now the city's economy is not good, and the factory is seriously under-operating. I believe it is affirmative. Some talents are buried."
The old man in the mail room was very upset, and said a weird thing in the back, "Young man, don't be too far-fetched. You are a small factory in a small township, and you don't have any guarantees. Who wants to go? The young people in the city would rather wait for a job than give in. of."
Zhou Qingfeng turned his head again and said in a high tone: "Is there anyone willing to do it with a salary of 500 yuan a month? A full set of furniture and appliances will be given to the job. Is anyone willing to do it? A good job at the end of the year, I will send a suite directly. , Is there anyone willing to do it?"
The words are refreshing and refreshing.
As a girl, Ma Jing likes to listen to such rhetoric. She grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's hand and packed the ticket and said: "Come with me, the newspaper editor just said that if you have any trouble, just ask him. This favor is outdated and invalid, I will take you there."
The young men and women happily entered the newspaper building again, leaving the mail room uncle depressed to death. The old man was shocked by the words Zhou Qingfeng said, and it took a long time before he shouted loudly: "This little hooligan, brag!
The machinery factories in the city can't survive. You still open 500 yuan a month for a small township factory? Our mayor does not have that high salary. No ghosts believe you have such good conditions. "
The old man yelled for a long time, and the editor of the newspaper was in the office about to go home from get off work. When he saw Ma Jing turned around and brought a young man to come to advertise, he was also warmly received at first. But when he heard Zhou Qingfeng's advertisement, he immediately shook his head.
"Do you want to print out the words '500 yuan monthly salary" in large fonts? That's not good, we can't publish false advertisements."
The editor-in-chief of the newspaper saw Zhou Qingfeng's youth and even shook his head, feeling that this advertisement was not reliable at all, it was pure boasting. He watched the young and beautiful Ma Jing holding hands with this kid, and he couldn't help lamenting that all the good cabbage was let by the pig.