Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

Who?

Director Wu didn't react for a moment and asked at the door.

His wife opened the door and took a look: Ah, Lao Jiang is here, come in and sit down, Lao Wu is washing his feet!

Osmanthus,

Jiang Xiangnan did not regard himself as an outsider: Stop making tea. I'll ask Old Wu to sign a signature and I have to leave right away.

Factory Director Wu, whose feet were still soaking in the basin, was confused when Jiang Xiangnan suddenly handed the bill of lading in front of him:

Why do you still carry the bill of lading with you? Two...two thousand pairs of bell-bottom pants? Director Wu quickly looked for glasses:

Lao Jiang, you are crazy.

It's not that I'm crazy, it's the female comrades who are crazy.

Jiang Xiangnan couldn't believe it himself, but when he called the newspaper office at noon, the boss told him.

Jiang Shan repeatedly asked him to prepare the delivery order in advance.

Tonight, there were only two bell-bottom stalls, and they met a team of aunts who arrived in a hurry.

At that time, the employees in the fourth workshop immediately pointed to the display board to educate the aunts about science.

However, the aunts didn't buy it at all, and they firmly didn't believe that the newspaper would talk about a pair of bell-bottom pants.

Until more and more people began to speak out for bell-bottom pants.

Only then did the aunts finally believe that times have changed.

700 pairs of bell-bottom pants, each of the five groups was given about a hundred pairs,

Standing in front of the sofa, Father Jiang's eyebrows almost flew with excitement: They are all sold out, and none of them lasted more than half an hour.

It's really sold, Director Wu said to Jiang Xiangnan while wiping his feet: But it's almost 8 o'clock now, will anyone still buy it?

You haven't seen it. It's busier than during the day outside.

Later, when Director Wu, who was riding a bicycle, passed by the entrance of the cinema, he was really shocked by the huge crowd.

Zhou Xinfang's Stage Art, A River of Spring Flows Eastward, Walter Defends Sarajevo, The Hunt, Looking Homeward...

In front of the large movie posters, you can see people everywhere.

Those arriving, waiting, queuing up to buy tickets...

During this period, there were already many fashionable lesbians with curly hair and bell-bottom pants.

From a distance, you can still find the bell-bottoms stall of the Second Clothing Factory.

What day is it today? Director Wu asked as he walked: Has the whole city come to watch a movie?

Jiang Xiangnan urged: There are a lot of people. If you see one, leave as soon as possible. Starting tonight, our city will add two more movies. It will probably be until two or three in the morning.

Autumn is already deep, and cinemas across the city have implemented the instructions from their superiors and increased the number of movie screenings.

In another two months, midnight sessions will also open.

People are becoming more and more willing to watch movies.

At this moment, Brother Chenglong's Drunken Master also staged a similarly crazy scene in Seoul.

In the days before pirated video tapes became popular, movie theaters were as desirable as universities.

Are you sure you want 2,000 pieces?

Standing at the door of the warehouse, the manager looked at Director Wu blankly. Why did the director come to pick up the goods in person: How can you get so much?

Jiang Xiangnan has already called for help, Director Wu said angrily, Looking at how careless you are, hurry up and count the goods.

Alas.

Many workshops in the Second Garment Factory work in a non-stop manner. It is not difficult to find a few workers to ride tricycles.

Especially when Jiang Xiangnan shouted: The factory director asked me to call you...

After a while, four tricycles drove out of the factory gate.

The two bicycles following behind were walking side by side.

Lao Jiang, Director Wu said in a good mood: I didn't expect that after showing two movies, I could help you sell pants. You are really lucky.

Shit luck? Show me one of them.

Jiang Xiangnan cursed in his heart, not knowing how much effort my boys had put in: Turn waste into treasure, that's called skill!

Hey, don't be complacent yet,

Factory Director Wu just let him go now. When the bonuses were stopped a while ago, it was Lao Jiang who helped him calm down the mood in the fourth workshop:

There are still more than 20,000 pieces lying in the warehouse, but don't sell them for two days and then have them set up.

If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten, Jiang Xiangnan kept in mind Lao San's instructions:

We have to agree first. These 30,000 pairs of trousers must come from our fourth workshop. No one can try to take advantage of them!

Director Wu made it clear: If it's yours, it's yours, no one will rob it from you.

After submitting 2,000 items today, there are still about 25,000 left in the warehouse.

Thirty thousand pairs of bell bottoms, that’s thirty thousand yuan.

I really didn’t dare to think about it before, but I thought about it several times tonight.

The first modernization that Lao Jiang's family wanted to achieve was television, and then...

The more Jiang Xiangnan thought about it, the more beautiful it became, and he hummed it unconsciously:

Say Byebye to all your worries,

Say Hihi to all the happiness,

Dear dear...

A strange singing sound came from the Erba Dagang on the side. Although it was unpleasant to the ears, it could not dampen Director Wu's good mood.

So, he also opened his voice:

I think back then, my team just opened.

Jiang Xiangnan immediately answered: There are only a dozen people in total, seven or eight guns...

This song still sings domineeringly!

Jiang Xiangnan sighed inwardly, the kindergarten song was not good after all.

Under the cover of night, the Pujiang River is particularly noisy tonight.

Four three-wheelers loaded with bell-bottom pants, under the leadership of two old comrades, rushed towards the women comrades.

The name Magic City and the City of Fashion is not for nothing.

At this time, Director Wu didn't realize it yet.

Next to me, the third son of an old subordinate has already won market opportunities for the second garment factory.

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at the same time,

Jiang Shan should have left his job long ago, but he still stayed in the office of the TV station.

Gu Zhengzheng was in trouble at this moment.

Looking at the agricultural news group and the news clips just handed in on my desk, I felt a sense of powerlessness again.

This is already the first time. What I wanted was news, but in the end it became a documentary.

Compared with the news on radio stations, apart from the pictures, there is no chance of broadcasting.

You must know that at present, whether it is sound or silent media, the most broadcast topics are agricultural harvest and worker production.

Director Gu shook his head and smiled bitterly, then glanced at the two people who were still sitting on the sofa.

One second ago, the conversation was about a happy public service announcement.

At this moment, his miserable face was completely noticed by those two people.

So, he picked up the film arrangement application on the table and walked over.

Come on, come on, you guys should take a look, the good news just turned into an old article.

Huang Hua took it with a smile. On the surface, he was not anxious, but in his heart, he was already curious about what was troubling Gutai.

At this moment, Jiang Shan's gaze fell on Gutai's desk.

I have long heard that there is a red phone on the desk of the director of Yanshi.

Unexpectedly, Pujiang TV Station also has the legendary magical red phone.

Hey, why did this news come only now? Huang Hua, who had already had a rough look, sent the film arrangement application to Jiang Shan.

Jiang Shan took it and took a look. It turned out to be a piece of news about the agricultural news team of Pujiang TV station who went to Tang/Shan for on-the-spot interviews.