"Xiao Liu, have you been itchy lately?" Bai Xi said this with a smile.
"No, no, auntie, I don't have one!" Chen Daliu immediately shuddered, thinking that he almost forgot that auntie is the least fond of writing.
Although the head of Huang didn't know what was wrong, he was also happy to watch the fun, but how could Bai Xi let people watch the fun, snorted softly, and ordered Chen Daliu to go to the garment factory to watch.
Originally, the head of Huang came here to scold Chen Daliu in order to avoid being scolded, but he was dismissed by Niuluo Village in a lukewarm manner.
He didn't succeed in scolding people this time, and he didn't succeed in trying to understand the situation of the clothing factory in Niuluo Village.
Let's talk about what I did, that is, I complained to Bai Xi, but I don't know if Bai Xi will listen or not. Anyway, Head Huang feels that his heart is still in a state of turmoil.
If Chen Daliu knew what Huang Xiangzhang was muttering in his heart, he would definitely say angrily, it would be nice to be able to complain, tell our aunt so much, what should we do if we make our aunt unable to eat or sleep well, our aunt is still growing.
As soon as the head of Huang left, Bai Xi said to herself: "Accordingly, there should be news by now."
How did she know that the booths in Niuluo village in Jiapoxin were extremely popular these days. Chen Youfu and his party explained clothes to people, and their throats were about to smoke.
From the second day onwards, they each put on Niuluo clothes, and while introducing the characteristics of Niu Luo clothes to others, they acted as models for display.
Except for the fact that there were no people at the back of the booth at the beginning, the booth was crowded with people in the next few days.
After all, some merchants do not have time to come on the first day. From the opening of the exhibition to the last day of the closing, there will be merchants coming one after another.
Finally, on the seventh day, the exhibition ended. The Niuluo clothes of Niuluo Village Baiji won the first prize in the new clothing exhibition competition in Singapore because of their novel and bold designs and unconventional materials, and were liked by most people. .
The first prize has a bonus of 80,000 yuan.
But the most valuable is not the 80,000 yuan, but the orders that will follow one after another, and the colored cloth in Niuluo Village has also become popular.
Due to the time difference and the inconvenience of communication at home and abroad, although they have already won awards, statistics and bonuses are not so fast.
At this time, a reporter from a neighboring province heard about Professor Yang's fainting, immediately had a flash of inspiration, took the equipment and rushed to Niuluo Village.
Once the gatekeeper of Niuluo Village heard that the visitor was a reporter and had seen his work permit, he let him in.
Reporter Sun is a reporter from the Big Times, and he came here from a neighboring province specially to write a report on this matter.
Do you need to check your work permit when you enter the village?
Reporter Sun quietly wrote down that Niuluo Village is a small mountain village, and it is stricter than government agencies.
What a reporter does is to conduct interviews.
Some reporters followed the study group to interview before, so the people in Niuluo Village did not suspect him. When reporter Sun interviewed him, everyone was happy to answer.
"You mean gate posts? We must have gate posts in our village, otherwise, those outsiders would just come in casually, not mentioning hygiene, just messing around, it's so annoying."
Reporter Sun nodded in agreement, but quietly noted that Niuluo Village excludes outsiders, and there is no awareness of the big family of the people of the motherland, and that everyone is brothers and sisters.
"You mean the clothes we're wearing? They're called Niu Luo clothes. They're made by our garment factory. They cost fifty yuan a set, but they're not for sale yet."
Reporter Sun quietly wrote down that it shocked the world. In Niuluo Village, where there is a garment factory, the people in the village are still wearing torn and unpatched clothes, and the clothes are ridiculously expensive. Ordinary workers can¡¯t buy a set for two months. It¡¯s blood sucking insect.
"What did you say? Professor Yang? We don't know about this. Is he seriously ill? Oh, he's been discharged from the hospital, forget it." If the illness is serious, you can come to our village to seek medical treatment. My aunt can be cured .
?Reporter Sun once again recorded that Niuluo Village has no repentance for the matter of fainting Professor Yang, and is indifferent and indifferent, which is shocking.
"Clothes? Our clothes were designed by our aunt, isn't it beautiful? Fashionable? Our aunt is amazing, we all listen to her."
?Reporter Sun started to write again. There is a village tyrant in the village who bullies the villagers all the year round and asks everyone to obey her.
"You said that the clothes produced in our village made Professor Yang dizzy? We don't know Professor Yang, but we think the clothes in our village are pretty good. Haven't we seen that every family wears them."Li Laohei was cheerful, and said to himself, our aunts and grandmas all like it, but if you think it's not good, it's because you have no vision.
"What do we eat? That's more. We have a market here. We can buy what we need at home. It's very convenient. But we like my aunt the most. So we like what my aunt likes. .¡±
"Our aunt, it's alright, she often gives us eggs or something, but now every household has chickens"
?Reporter Sun nodded and wrote that Niuluo Village has long been controlled by village tyrants, from everything from dressing to eating, with no freedom at all.
"Want to visit a garment factory?"
"That won't work. Outsiders of the garment factory are not allowed to go in. There is production inside. Without our aunt, we can't go in either, unless they are employees of the garment factory."
Sun Zhijun once again recorded that the village collective factory is in the hands of the village tyrant, and the villagers of Niuluo Village must rely on her breath to survive. Dare I ask, where is the way forward for Niuluo Village?
"See my aunt? That's not okay. Our aunt doesn't like to see outsiders, so don't go." Everyone wants to see my aunt, and our aunt is not a clay bodhisattva in the temple.
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The people in Niuluo Village didn't even know that Sun Zhijun was talking nonsense, even if they didn't say anything, Sun Zhijun still deliberately misinterpreted it.
Sun Zhijun took a few photos to prove the authenticity of his report, and then left satisfied.
After returning, Sun Zhijun wrote a report overnight.
Eloquent, the tone is extremely sad and indignant, it is immersive.
The editor-in-chief immediately became angry when he saw it. Well, there are still such things in contemporary society. This is a cancer, and it must be reported, and it must be reported extensively.
The province next door kept it secret and didn't report it, so let's break it for him!
Manuscripts are sent to newspapers and printed.
The next day, the popular section of the newspaper caused an uproar.
There is such a thing?
At this time, the way for people to get news from other places is from newspapers, radio, radio, and word of mouth.
(A bit tired, but I still have a chapter.) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com