270: Propaganda Department shows movies

When it comes to doing business in the black market, the first time is unfamiliar, the second time is familiar, and the third time is like a fish in water.

Yu Xiaoye had fully mastered the skills of selling things on the black market and quickly sold out all the shrimp paste and dried fish.

It’s just that those big fish are not easy to sell. But don’t worry, they can’t be sold only because they are not cheap enough!

As long as the item is cheap enough, it will definitely sell!

She sold each big fish at only half the price she used to get. It used to be three, four, or even five dollars, but this time, no matter the size, all were sold for two dollars!

Buy early and choose early so you can pick a bigger one.

If you come late, you can only choose a small one.

If it's any later, you won't be able to get this bargain!

At two dollars a piece, you can’t lose anything or get cheated, so they were sold out quickly.

After selling the things, I packed up and walked away with my load to a place where there was no one. I returned to the space and counted the money. This time I didn’t earn as much as last time, only more than 50 yuan.

But it’s not a small amount, enough to buy a lot of things, Yu Xiaoye is very satisfied.

After counting the money in the space, he returned to the black market to buy what he needed.

The advantage of having money is that you can buy things openly without having to be stingy and calculate back and forth, just like when they first came, they would rather break every penny into two halves.

She stocked up on food, bought some cloth, and two packs of soap on the black market.

She actually came across a vendor selling plastic sandals for six yuan a pair. She gritted her teeth and bought a pair for her parents, second brother, and herself. She bought four pairs in total, spending twenty-four yuan.

Summer is here, and cloth shoes are a bit stuffy on your feet, so you can change into sandals.

But my parents and second brother can’t wear it openly in the company. It’s not something they can afford right now, so they have to find a suitable excuse first.

She didn't have so many concerns at the field office.

Most of the people in the field office don't know much about their family's situation, so wearing a pair of plastic sandals won't cause any trouble.

I bought a bunch of random things and spent almost all the fifty or so dollars I earned tonight. Then I stopped and returned to my space.

However, she suddenly remembered that the bedding was still in the dormitory at the field office and there was no quilt in the bedroom.

It seems that I must stock up on some cotton and cloth next time to make a few quilts.

Fortunately, the space was not very cold, so she wrapped the sheets from her original bed around herself and used them as a quilt.

Because I had a task the next day to learn the model opera, I had to get enough rest, so I didn't plan to rush to the morning market. After taking a shower, I lay down on the bed peacefully and had a full sleep.

I woke up naturally and had breakfast leisurely.

It’s been a long time since I had such a leisurely meal on a yacht, and I miss it quite a bit.

Before the second brother came back, the three of them always had meals on the yacht, but they were afraid they wouldn’t have this opportunity again in the future.

Now she even has less time to come back.

Breakfast was a soup made with roe deer legs. The last time she went home, her father stayed up late to cook it for her. She drank the soup and ate the meat, and also ate a few slices of tuna that her father had cut for her. She felt very satisfied and nutritious.

After dinner, we left the space. It was already dawn, so we started heading towards the county town.

The disadvantage of not having a bicycle became apparent at this time; she had to walk this distance.

Under normal circumstances, these seven or eight miles would not be difficult for her at all, and she would have finished the journey by strolling around.

But today I have a task and a purpose, so I become anxious. Once I become anxious, I feel that things are slow. The slower I go, the more anxious I become, and I fall into a vicious cycle.

She could only try to walk faster and think of other things to divert her attention.

As I thought about it, my mind turned several corners and I couldn't help but think of Zhou Ziheng.

Will I meet him again today?

Maybe I'm being too sensitive. I always feel that my "fate" with this person is a bit too good. I run into him no matter what I do.

I don’t know if it’s some kind of instinctive resistance to Zhou Ziheng or what, but I feel a little uneasy when I think about the possibility of meeting him.

I'm quite afraid of him.

I always feel that when his hawk-like sharp eyes stare at me, they will see through my secrets and lies.

In front of him, I felt like I was naked and he could see everything about me.

I don’t know where this sense of crisis comes from.

I arrived at the headquarters compound with all sorts of random thoughts in my mind.

Before she came yesterday, Sister Liang told her to go directly to the Propaganda Department to find someone after she arrived, and said that she would greet the people in the Propaganda Department in advance.

She went directly to the Propaganda Department office.

The Propaganda Department’s office is not in that office building, but in the office auditorium.

The auditorium is a two-and-a-half-story building right next to the office building. It is much more magnificent than the auditorium in their branch.

As soon as you enter, you will see rows of wooden chairs in front of you, at least a thousand of them.

On the left is the stage, with a purple velvet curtain hanging on it. Large red paper characters from the last event are posted above and below the stage, making it look very grand.

On the right side, at the end of the seats, there are a few small doors.

That might be the Propaganda Department’s office.

It was a hot day, and there was a door open, and there seemed to be someone inside.

Yu Xiaoye walked towards the door. Inside was a young man in his twenties, thin and with a young face. Yu Xiaoye said to him politely:

"Hello, I'm from the Wufenchang Propaganda Team. I'm here today to learn 'The White-Haired Girl.'"

Yu Xiaoye was a little worried. If he asked the wrong person, or if Sister Liang's greeting was not conveyed in time, he might have to waste some time explaining it.

But the young man looked at her, and suddenly a bright smile appeared on his face. He stood up and said:

"Hello, Secretary Jiang told me about this this morning."

When Yu Xiaoye heard this, he was like, oh my god, it’s Secretary Jiang who comes to say hello!

Doesn’t that mean that this is what Zhou Ziheng meant?

Liang Qin directly

The call was sent to Zhou Ziheng.

A cold wind blew quietly from behind Yu Xiaoye - she had a vague sense of foreboding.

At the moment when Yu Xiaoye was stunned, the young man stood up and said:

"'The White-Haired Girl', right? We happen to have a copy of this film. Come with me, I'll play it for you now."

Yu Xiaoye thanked him awkwardly:

"Thank you, bro."

The little brother smiled even brighter:

"You're welcome."

The young man led Yu Xiaoye up to the second floor, passed a place that looked like a training room, and came to a small conference room or projection room. The curtains in the conference room were drawn tightly, not letting in any sunlight.

The guy first turned on the lights, then skillfully lowered the curtain.

He took out two bundles of film from a metal box and placed one of them on the gear of the projector.

Then he turned on the movie projector, and a white light shone onto the screen.

The guy adjusted it a few more times, and the gears started turning. The film clicked and was transferred to another gear. Suddenly, a loud suona sound came from the speaker, and a picture began to appear on the screen, followed by a sonorous and passionate voice-over:

"The great leader XXX taught us that the landlord class's cruel economic exploitation and political oppression of the peasants forced the peasants to revolt many times to resist the rule of the landlord class..."