1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 673 When the water is clear, there will be no fish

Lin Weimin and Xu Feng reciprocated, using the distribution rights of "Farewell My Concubine" to successfully help Tian Congming and Teng Jinxian break a gap in the stalemate stage of national film policy reform, which made them overjoyed.

When they got together, Tian Congming was full of regret every time he mentioned that Lin Weimin hadn't been recruited under his command.

If you stir it up casually, the situation will change. It really made him the director of the film bureau. I don't know how smooth his reform plan will be.

Teng Jinxian sighed: "Our film industry is an 'eventful' industry. You don't know how many leaders in charge have been criticized in the past, and how many people are afraid of avoiding it. They would rather not be promoted to this position than take care of this job."

Tian Congming smiled bitterly. Although he was in a high position at a young age, he had no background, and he had been working hard all the way up.

"It's not easy to do any job. But speaking of it, I really envy Weimin and the literati, who are much more popular than our filmmakers. Old man, hehe..."

Tian Congming thought of the old man's joy when he mentioned Lin Weimin's works when he was in the sea that day.

"It can't be compared, it can't be compared, don't think about it, it will only increase your troubles!" Teng Jinxian waved his hands to persuade.

After speaking, the two laughed.

In mid-June, after three months, the second batch of books in the Buhuo series will be on the market, with an initial print of 20 copies of each novel.

A few days before the listing, the gate of the National Literature Printing Factory in Daxing was full of trucks from all over the country. The books ordered by the Xinhua Bookstore system were shipped by the postal system. Waiting for loading at the gate of the printing factory.

The printing task of the second batch of books in the Buhuo series happened to fall to the National Literature Printing Factory. In the past few days, the factory has been working overtime and working late every day.

At the same time, the construction site next door is still busy. It is the second phase of the National Literature Printing Factory. Plant and equipment cost seven to eight million.

The guard at the gate of the printing factory was smoking a cigarette with the driver who was pulling the goods, chatting with each other.

There was no one at night, and the driver was bored waiting, and the books were still being packed. Only after they were packed, could these trucks enter the hospital.

"If you want to say that this large unit has many rules!" The driver said with emotion.

"No way!"

The two were talking when a figure suddenly appeared in the darkness.

"Who told you to smoke here? Don't you know that fireworks are strictly prohibited here?"

The visitor spoke harshly, and the guard and the driver were scolded for a moment before they could even see clearly.

The driver was about to speak, but the guard realized it. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could hear his voice. This was the leader of the Guowen Society.

"Hello, President Mou!" The guard hurriedly said hello, and quickly apologized: "We are also on the night shift to smoke a cigarette to refresh ourselves. We dare not be in the factory area, but we are outside!"

Mou Chunzhi said: "It is not allowed outside. What kind of unit are we? Does the printing factory know? Ink and paper are not flammable? How did you train your comrade before you started working? Open flames are strictly prohibited in the venue and nearby areas, and no one Did I tell you?"

Seeing that Mou Chunzhi was clenching him, the guard complained in his heart, and stammered, "Say... I said it, President Mou, this is also the first time for me..."

"Okay, let's be on duty first, and stop smoking."

Hearing what Mou Chunzhi said, the guard heaved a sigh of relief.

After watching Mou Chunzhi enter the factory, he looked not far away and found a car.

Regret in my heart, why didn't I notice it just now?Patronized to chat.

"Who is this person? So arrogant? Just smoke a cigarette and go online?" the driver asked unconvinced.

The guard was in a bad mood, and he even hated the driver, and he said flatly: "Who? The big leader of the Guowen Society, the deputy director in charge of the printing business, the deputy bureau-level leader, your boss is here to fawn on you." So, everyone in Xinhua Bookstore has to invite him to dinner."

The driver was speechless, "Deputy department-level leader? You still come here in the wilderness at night?"

Hearing that the driver looked down on their printing factory, the guard was even more upset.

"You know what a fart! Our factory is not very impressive, do you know how much the annual output value is?"

"How many?"

"3000 million!"

"How many?"

The driver's voice raised two notes, in disbelief.

The guard felt a little more at ease, and repeated again, "3000 million, this is just the printing cost, do you know what the concept is? There are several printing factories like ours, and there are several Chinese agencies. The printing cost alone is 8000 a year. Ten thousand."

The driver exclaimed, "I'm so good! It costs 8000-[-] million to print, so if you sell books, it won't cost [-]-[-] million?"

The guard couldn't help showing off with the driver, "That's not that high. It is said that last year the company sold a total of less than [-] million yuan. You who do this should know that the yards are [-]% off, two to three hundred million must be There is."

At this time in 93, there were quite a few enterprises in the country with an output value of over [-] million. They were basically the overlords of one side, the local big profit and tax households, and the leaders of the units.

On the other hand, Guowenshe sells two to three hundred million books a year, but it has never had any sense of existence.

The driver couldn't help but think of his own boss, who earns millions of dollars a year selling books, which in his eyes is the best, but compared to other people's Guowen Society, he is just a little brother.

Thinking about it, the driver laughed again, he really lost his mind and went crazy, what does the boss compare with the Guowen Society?

"Old Huang, how many times have I told you that I don't care if you arrange relatives, the rules cannot be broken!

We are a printing house!Printing house!do you know?How many times do you have to tell me?
Did the security guard and the driver get together to smoke because they were afraid that our factory would not catch fire?

If I really lost my fire, let alone you, I would have to eat and walk around! "

In the shabby office, Mou Chunzhi was furious and trained the deputy factory manager on duty like his grandson. The "Old Huang" he called stood there in cold sweat but dared not refute.

After ten minutes of training, Mou Chunzhi finally calmed down, and said to Lao Huang, "Hurry up and change someone tomorrow, and if I find out that something like this happens next time, it will be useless for your brother-in-law to intervene."

"Yes, yes, President Mou, I will tell him to leave tomorrow, and I will never cause trouble to the factory. This time it is my dereliction of duty and I did not supervise properly."

With Lao Huang's statement, Mou Chunzhi nodded in satisfaction, and had to give some sweet dates after a slap.

"I don't care if you arrange another relative, but the rules can't be broken, do you understand?"

Lao Huang's heart relaxed, and he could explain what Mou Chunzhi said to his second aunt.

"understand."

"Okay, you go first."

Mou Chunzhi waved his hand, and Lao Huang left the office.

Mou Chunzhi was in a good mood after showing off his prestige.

Don't look at this old Huang who is respectful now, when the printing factory first opened, he didn't have such a temper.

At that time, the National Literature Printing Factory had just settled in Huangcun, and Lao Huang's brother-in-law was the leader of the town, so he was assigned to the factory.

It wasn't until Mou Chunzhi found a classmate and greeted the leaders of Daxing County that he and his brother-in-law became more honest.

Including the group of natives in Huang Village, if there is no relationship with the county, Mou Chunzhi really can't hide the scene here, after all, they have the advantage of being born and bred.

In the past two years, the Huangcun printing factory has changed day by day, with an annual output value of 3000 to 200 million yuan, creating more than [-] jobs for Daxing County, not to mention how much GDP it has indirectly stimulated. The surrounding villages have all been affected by the printing factory.

After keeping a low profile, Lao Huang's work ability is not bad, and Mou Chunzhi also promoted his brother-in-law to the position of deputy factory director.

It's been more than a year since he took office, and it's hard work, but the salary is higher than his brother-in-law, and the extra money is even softer. Those booksellers who come to the factory to sell books, which one can't show it?

Mou Chunzhi is very clear about this, but he never points it out. After all, when the water is clear, there will be no fish.

After walking around the workshop, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Mou Chunzhi was going to rush back to Yanjing overnight, and he had to go to Hangzhou tomorrow.

"President Mou, alas, it's not easy to meet you!"

As soon as he wanted to get out of the office, Mou Chunzhi was blocked at the door. He looked at the face in front of him and recalled, a second-level bookseller in Ludong, surnamed Wang, right?

"Boss Wang? Hello, hello, why are you here so late?"

"My brother is here to pick up goods, don't worry, there are too many robbers on the road now. Besides, this is just to meet you!"

Boss Wang was so enthusiastic, after chatting for a few words, Mou Chunzhi planned to leave, but he refused to give up.

"Let's have a meal together, let me arrange it!"

"No, I have to catch the train tomorrow, so I'm too late."

"In time, in time, I'll have someone take you directly to the train station."

The two argued for a long time, and Mou Chunzhi wanted to leave, but Boss Wang couldn't stop him, so he ran after his car and stuffed a box of things into the trunk.

When Mou Chunzhi got out of the car, he wanted to take out his things. Boss Wang said, "It's just a few cigarettes, not worth much."

Mou Chunzhi took a closer look and found that there were indeed a few sticks of cigarettes, but they were imported cigarettes.After estimating the value of the cigarettes, he said, "Let's not take this as an example. Don't do this next time."

Boss Wang showed a smile on his face, "Yes, yes, it's not an example."

After chatting for a few words, Mou Chunzhi got into the car.

Boss Wang stood where he was, watching Mou Chunzhi leave, "President Mou, go slowly!"

The journey back to Yanjing took more than an hour. The driver, Xiao Weng, took Mou Chunzhi to the door of his house, opened the trunk and carried the box of cigarettes and walked home.

Mou Chunzhi took out a cigarette from the box and threw it back into the car, "Boss Wang's gift is good, you should try it too."

Xiao Weng smiled and said, "Thank you, President!"

Apparently this isn't the first time this has happened.

With Mou Chunzhi's level, it is reasonable to say that he is not qualified to be assigned a car, let alone a driver.

Both the car and the driver belong to Lin Weimin, but Lin Weimin always drives to and from work by himself and is not used to using a driver. Since the car and driver were assigned to him, he has contributed them to several vice presidents, The deputy editor-in-chief, whoever wants to go out, is negotiating the use of a car.

There used to be a bus for everyone in the agency, but because there were too many places to use, I was very nervous at one time. With his car, it was much more convenient for several vice presidents and deputy editors to go out and do business. It was also well received by everyone.

Two years ago, Mou Chunzhi, the vice president in charge of the printing business, would not have been given a gift.

But today is different from the past. The Guowen Society publishes bestsellers frequently, and sometimes the supply exceeds the demand. Booksellers everywhere are doing everything they can to get as many books as possible.

The first target they attacked was of course Wei Fengjun who was in charge of distribution, which also made Wei Fengjun fat. Later, everyone gradually discovered that it is better to curry favor with Mou Chunzhi than Wei Fengjun.

Wei Fengjun doesn't care about the distribution, but the book has to be printed before you can distribute it.

If you can let Mou Chunzhi make things easier, it will be no less useful than Wei Fengjun.

And everyone also found that Mou Chunzhi is far less greedy than Wei Fengjun, and he is also kind in his actions. Although the opening is small, it is safe!
Xiao Weng carried the things into Mou's house and came out. After he left, his wife said, "Why are you taking things from others?"

"Just a few cigarettes, nothing to worry about." Mou Chunzhi said.

He feels that he is not Wei Fengjun, he is not greedy, and the water flows slowly. Even if he is discovered, it is only a small problem.

What's more, he is more human than Wei Fengjun, Xiao Weng never goes out with him empty-handed.

"It's only been a few good days, don't mess around!" the wife warned.

"Don't worry, I have a plan!"

(End of this chapter)