1979 The Life of Idle Fish

Chapter 235 Ankang Flood Disaster 200 [Please subscribe]

Lao Li has already gone south to look for sources of goods. Luo Tao gave him 5 yuan to make a batch of more fashionable sportswear.

There was a market for sportswear in the 80s, and it was also the hottest time. Most students going to school in urban and rural areas would wear sportswear, that is, school uniforms, almost all of which were blue acrylic with white stripes.

Since the emergence of the "women's volleyball spirit" last year, the "women's volleyball fever" has been rising across the country for a long time, and now the "sports fever" continues unabated.

It's a pity that there aren't any big international sports competitions this year, otherwise we could still sell some cultural shirts.

my country's fifth National Games will begin in September this year, which is an early preparation for next year's Los Angeles Olympics.

Think about it, you should plan the situation in advance now and prepare for the big business opportunities brought by next year's Olympic Games.

Luo Tao was sitting in his study, planning the development direction for the next two years. Xichang Tower was now on the right track, and all he needed was a little support from behind.

This "extra special" thing is a headache. Lao Li is still an unstable guerrilla. He is particularly afraid that if he gives up the choice at the most critical time next year, he will collapse in the toilet crying.

Now we must make some back-up preparations and find someone who can succeed Lao Li.

It's a bit unrealistic to persuade Lao Li to keep doing business. This guy has a head for the show. If the crew of "Journey to the West" is called, this grandson will definitely do something that only a grandson can do.

The big ship "Special Special" needs a stable helmsman, and there must be a strong production team behind it. Always relying on others, this will definitely not be a big thing.

I stopped writing and looked at the light rain hitting the grape leaves in the courtyard.

It seemed that after this storm passed, it was necessary for him to go south again.I don't have the ability to build a factory, but I can still do it by finding a guy from Xiangjiang.

Holding the desk, Luo Tao twisted his body, which had been sitting for a long time, and turned his slightly sore neck, making a "click" sound.

"I'm old. I haven't reached middle age yet, and my bones are already brittle."

He picked up the cold Longjing Mingqian tea on the desk again, stretched out his hands out of the window and poured some tea, first with his right hand, then with his left hand, each took some tea and wiped it against the eye box.

Tea can improve eyesight.

Then flick off the excess water droplets on your hands, and continue to moisturize your fingers if not flicked off.

After packing up the business plan for the next two years that I had written, I left the study with the purple clay pot in hand, went to the main hall to drink a new cup of tea, left the east wing and went to the north room.

Mr. and Mrs. Luo Shaoyi, Xu Le and Miss He were all there in October, and Yuan Kuocheng's "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was playing on the tape recorder.

The women were doing needlework, Xu Le teased Little October, and Luo Shaoyi looked at today's "Beijing Daily".

"It's written." Su Guilan raised her head first and asked Luo Tao who had just entered the room.

"Okay, I haven't written for a long time, and my hands have become a lot lazy. Mom, I started making shoes again."

A while ago, taking advantage of the good weather, Su Guilan and Sister He hurriedly wiped some cloth and cut out shoe patterns. They first received more than ten pairs of thousand-layer soles and are now preparing to make a batch of new shoes.

With the addition of Sister He, the efficiency has improved a lot. To exaggerate, it is said that Sister He can make shoes as fast as two Su Guilan.

"What did you write again? When will you report it?" Su Guilan heard in the morning that Luo Tao was going to write something again, and she was very happy. Luo Tao became a great writer, which was even happier than him becoming a multi-millionaire.

Luo Tao took a sip of tea. At this moment, the whole family looked at him, "It all depends on me. It's not that easy to write a book. I just have nothing to write about my feelings in recent years."

"You're not that old, so you have so many insights."

As soon as Su Guilan heard that she wasn't writing a book, she immediately started to hate people.

Luo Tao didn't reply to her words, but casually glanced at Sister He.Sister He's experience is good material. The topic of blind flow can really make a big fuss, but writing about it now seems to be a dead end.

You can also write it down first and then publish it when the policy becomes more relaxed.

"Dad, what's the news today?" Luo Tao sat beside Xu Le and played with his son.

"There are a lot of foreign affairs, and there are also a lot of domestic affairs. There is also a major event. The well-being of Xi Shaanxi has been greatly affected." Luo Tao got up as soon as he heard this, walked over, took the newspaper and read it,
In my previous life, I heard that there was a big disaster there, but I was just a small employee at that time, so I didn't pay much attention to it. After all, it was too far away, and it didn't matter if it happened.

Later, I heard people say that it was a natural disaster, but this happened later.

The Baokang Flood in Lu Yao's "The Ordinary World" refers to the "1983" Ankang in 7.31.

Looking at the damage situation in the newspaper and a few unclear pictures, one could vaguely tell that the city was almost destroyed.

"Why do you think such a big flood happened? How long has it been since the Tangshan earthquake?"

Luo Shaoyi was a little confused and a little superstitious from his words.

The destruction of this flood is definitely another catastrophic natural disaster in New China after the earthquake and natural disaster.

Everyone is unknown, and who can tell this natural thing clearly? The gods in heaven and the kings on the land know best.

Luo Tao was silent for a long time before returning the newspaper to Luo Shaoyi and returning to Xiao October.

He had some thoughts in his heart. If someone was really in trouble, would he, as a reborn person and a "writer", have to do something?
"Dad, Dad, peel it off for me." Little Shiyue clings to Luo Tao and calls him twice, before Luo Tao comes back to his senses.

"Okay." His tone was very floating, and he was a little exhausted.

My hands were also spinning, and it took a lot of effort to peel the candy.

"Brother?" Xu Leli found Luo Tao's soul out of his body when he was close, and gave him a gentle push.

"Oh, it's okay." This reply was still a bit absent-minded.

"You guys chat, I have something to do when I go back to the room." Luo Tao hurriedly handed the candy to Little October's mouth, and then returned to the room.

He meditated for a day and a night before he realized it.

The state officials killed people, so you have to be careful in the future. There is as much water as deep in the land of 960 million yuan.

The next day when the rain took a break, Luo Tao went to Uncle Wang's place to call Qin Hua and make an appointment with him.

Luo Tao is once again preparing to take action to make his identity more important, instead of just relying on the Xu and Wang families in the court, as well as Mr. Zhang and others. Since ancient times, forging iron requires one's own strength.

"No, I heard you right, uncle, you want to donate 200 million to Ankang, not [-]?" Qin Hua touched Luo Tao's forehead to see if he had a fever and burned out his brain.

Luo Tao wiped his hand away, calmly took a sip of warm tea, looked at him and said seriously: "Don't worry, brother, you are fine. Every word is true, not nonsense."

"I...hehe, this is 200 million, not a small amount of money. I know you have made a lot of money, but not to this extent!"

Qin Hua was very concerned about Luo Tao. He didn't know the specific income of Luo Tao and the others, but he roughly guessed that it was more than [-] yuan a year.

"If this money is gone, you can still make it again. It's nothing. I just want to ask you if you can solve this problem?"

Luo Tao would not tell him his specific income, their circle...

Now there is really no good way for private donations to be made directly to Ankang. If the amount is too large, it will cause a storm in the city. After thinking about it, it is better to leave it to the state to handle it.

He pondered for a while and said, "If you really donate, I can't stop you. But I still have to report this matter to the superiors. It's too big."

When he finished speaking the last sentence, he spoke with a heavy accent.

"Well, I'll wait for your good news."

The two of them parted without eating. Luo Tao looked at his back and said, "Brother, I'm paving the way!"

　Thanks to [Longweishanren] for the reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)