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- Chen Daliu nodded, and then said angrily: "Grandma, I just want to think that these people are too thick-skinned, and they want to spend five yuan to buy our pants!"
It's so shameless!
Bai Xi heard the words and saw that Chen Daliu was still indignant, and comforted him a little funny: "You didn't sell it anyway." The implication is, don't worry about it.
Chen Daliu still muttered unwillingly: "Who are these people, we have already"
At this time, Chen Daliu seemed to have forgotten that when Bai Xi said that it would cost fifty yuan a set, he himself thought it was expensive.
Chen Daliu was nagging, until Bai Xi couldn't help rolling his eyes, interrupted him, asked about the production situation of the clothing factory today, and asked about the new products produced by the food factory, finally he stopped chattering Whispering.
"At the garment factory, continue to produce according to the current situation, ensuring quality and quantity."
Chen Daliu nodded obediently: "Grandma, don't worry, everyone is working hard and won't delay." With such a large order volume, even if only half of the deposit is paid in advance, it is enough to make Niuluo Village rich again.
"Grandma, I've made arrangements. Does the garment factory need to work in three shifts?"
Bai Xi: "No. There's no need for it now. Two shifts a day is fine, and three shifts would consume too much electricity." In fact, Bai Xi didn't think it was necessary. With the current speed of producing 100,000 pieces a day, the finished delivery This batch will continue to deliver the second batch in a few days, and the output is already sufficient.
"Xiao Liu, the clothing factory is not a big problem. You should take more time to pay attention to the production of new products at the food factory."
The clothing factory is the most important thing now, and the food factory has not had a large order recently, and it has been quite stable.
Chen Daliu was puzzled, but he didn't ask.
Since my aunt gave such an order, there is always a reason for my aunt.
Anyway, they don't understand, just listen to the arrangement of the aunt.
On Sun Zhijun's side, he returned to the guest house yesterday from the police (security) bureau. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He couldn't help but ran to the post office in a panic and called the newspaper.
It took only half a day for this matter to reach the country, and Sun Zhijun's newspaper had not received the news, so it was naturally unclear.
When Sun Zhijun heard this, he was relieved.
Even if Niuluo Village's tattered clothes really won some new award in Singapore, it must be the award of that unknown competition, it is not something decent, the pheasant award is useless.
Thinking about it this way, Sun Zhijun didn't worry anymore. He spent the whole night trying to find ways to make himself more favorable, and even stayed up in the middle of the night, getting up and writing eloquently.
However, the next day, when he saw the advertisement in the newspaper, he froze for an instant.
"This, this, how is this possible!"
Newspaper offices are different from newspaper offices, divided into cities, provinces, and countries.
The newspaper office where Sun Zhijun works is just a city newspaper, and its sales volume is only in two or three neighboring cities, but the big national newspapers are different.
The clothing factory in Niuluo village won the first prize in Singapore's new exhibition competition. It was published in a major national newspaper. The size of the A4 paper page occupies a quarter of a page of the newspaper. It is authoritative. Naturally, there is no need to question sex.
In this era when urban residents ate supplies and rural farmers ate collectives, any good news or happy event would be publicized in the newspapers.
It's not that China (China) has never participated in the new competition in Singapore. It was a long time ago.
? At that time, I didn¡¯t win an award. I also know that I was still struggling with food and clothing a few years ago. I didn¡¯t want to do such fancy things. In fact, I am still struggling with food and clothing now, but it was much better a few years ago.
In the past few years, due to the difficulty of barely getting rid of hunger, and various reasons, naturally I did not continue to participate, but I also know the gold content of this competition.
However, Sun Zhijun has only been a reporter for five years, and he has not checked these things. He also won an award at the beginning, so there was no publicity. Sun Zhijun wanted to know and there was nowhere to find out.
It never occurred to him that this award was so powerful that Niuluo Village's clothing won the first prize.
Are those judges blind?
Is there something wrong with those people abroad? Putting away good clothes and not choosing, but choosing some Niuluo clothes from Niuluo Village, it is simply sick!
At this time, the manuscript he asked someone to bring happened to be delivered to the newspaper office.
The editor-in-chief of the newspaper, who was dumbfounded by the overwhelming reports in the morning, hadn't thought of how to save it when Sun Zhijun's manuscript came.
?After Sun Zhijun's manuscript was finished, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper was trembling with anger. This idiot, who didn't investigate clearly, just talked nonsense, and the newspaper didn't talk about it, and now he still has the face to complain.
Fortunately, the guest house where Sun Zhijun lived did not have a phone, otherwise, the newspaper would definitely call and scold him.
At this time, let alone Sun Zhijun's promotion to deputy editor-in-chief, whether he can keep his job is irrelevant.
Sun Zhijun also understood. He sat on the bed with a pale face and was stunned for a long time, then his eyes turned, as if he had thought of something.
He will not let Niuluo Village succeed!
Sun Zhijun first called Professor Yang's school, and when the call was transferred to Professor Yang, he began to ring.
"Professor Yang, I am Sun Zhijun, a reporter from Dayang Newspaper. I have reported about you before. I wonder if you have seen this report"
First introduce yourself, show your identity, and then cut to the topic.
It's just that Sun Zhijun didn't know that he turned to the wrong person for verification.
"Oh, you asked about the Niuluo clothing from Niuluo Village Garment Factory? Very good."
"Their costumes won the first prize in the competition, and they have brought glory to our country!" Professor Yang's tone can easily hear his happiness: "I am very relieved and happy, and I am even more honored by this."
The more Sun Zhijun listened, the more uncomfortable he felt. He questioned: "Professor Yang, you were stunned by the Niu Luo costume before. You didn't mean it because they won the prize, did you?"
Fortunately, he also wrote a special report, and his feelings are also an old man who adapts to the wind, and those respectable names don't know how to tout it.
"Nonsense!" Professor Yang frowned: "Comrade Sun, how can you talk nonsense without evidence. You should know that without investigation, you have no right to speak."
"I fainted because the weather was too hot. I suffered from heatstroke. This has nothing to do with the Niuluo costumes in Niuluo Village." Although I was annoyed by Niuluo Village's clothes and actions at the beginning, how could Professor Yang be able to do this? will admit.
Anyway, such a shameful thing can never be admitted.
Professor Yang continued solemnly: "There are people from the north of our country, and I am too happy to be happy."
This is the truth, Professor Yang is still very selfless in this regard. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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