However, the thought of that large red stamp is too tempting for a stamp collector.
"What's the content? Let me take a look first. Don't blame me if I can't find the person."
Fatty Hu cast a wide net and immediately sent over Zhang Hongcheng's request.
Old Han looked at the text sent by Fatty Hu and hesitated for a long time before making a call.
"dad......."
Mr. Han, who is over 90 years old, doesn't really want to answer his son's call.
The father and son have been having a bad time lately.
Many of the old bills that I had saved as memories were given away by my prodigal son as favors.
It was a pity that I lost all those old bills, so I only exchanged them for a few stamps that my son liked.
"What's the matter with you kid? If you have something to say, I'm going to die."
Old Han was smiling.
"A friend of mine just happened to be looking for help. He said a crew is filming a story about Hulin in the 1960s and 1970s and needs a report on the spirit of the XXX document, from the perspective of state-owned farms."
"I was thinking you were familiar with this back then. I was wondering if you could give me some pointers."
Mr. Han's eyes lit up.
After being unemployed at home for decades, I finally have the opportunity to shine.
But he still has some doubts.
"What state-owned farm? Back then, it was called the Construction Corps! What kind of ideological report actually required your father's intervention?"
"Send it to me first so I can take a look."
Old Han sent the fat man’s text to Old Man Han.
The old man took a look at it through his reading glasses and immediately laughed.
What a coincidence.
The 1972 ideological report of the Fourth Division of the Heilongjiang Construction Corps on the study of the spirit of the XXXX document.
The old man suddenly felt like his itchy spot was being tickled.
Without saying a word, he called his caregiver and asked him to help him open a group of old men and women and send out his son's request.
"Oh, that brat of mine is such a hassle. Even at my age, I still have to help his friend figure out a thought report for a script."
An old man took one look and immediately curled his lips.
"Old Han, can you stop showing off? When it comes to writing articles, can you be as good as Old Zhang?"
Old Zhang sent a smiley face in the group.
Old Man Han spoke calmly while the nurse typed, "I'm sorry, but I'm the only one who can write this report. I was the political commissar of the Fourth Division back then, and I was the initiator and examiner of this activity. Old Zhang's writing is indeed good, but, hehe, it's not to my taste."
Old Zhang was so angry that he sent out a long series of angry expressions.
Mr. Han: "I know that the elderly are not as good at typing as they are at writing, but why is your caregiver typing so slowly? Ask him to type slower..."
After showing off in front of his old friends, Mr. Han called a few middle-aged men and found a pile of information from that year. The desk lamp in the study was on for half the night.
......
Zhang Hongcheng, who had just finished work, took out a piece of paper and three drafts of ideological reports written in a vigorous manner from an old envelope.
He didn't expect that Fatty Hu could handle the matter so quickly.
The fat man said on the note that he asked a new friend he had made in Hulin to write this for the old man.
Zhang Hongcheng took a curious look at the signature at the end of the manuscript.
Han Changchu.
Han Changchu? !!!
Isn't this the second in command of their Fourth Division, Political Commissar Han? ! !
The examiner personally came to help me write the test paper...
Who would believe it if I told others?
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