After Wang Juan finished her last sentence, she looked at the leaders.
Although I was very panicked in my heart, the expression on my face was calm. No matter what the result was, I had to maintain my momentum.
The district chief stared at Wang Juan for a long time, which made the latter feel uneasy.
"You are Wang Dahe's daughter." The district chief said calmly.
Wang Dahe? Why would he mention her mother's name? Wang Juan was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "Yes, it's my mother."
"Not bad, not bad. You are as smart and thoughtful as your father." The district chief then said that he agreed with Wang Juan's proposal.
"When we first established our base, we also promoted our strategy in this way."
"After arriving here, it was not promoted. In fact, this is a good idea. We can't think that they know and understand, so we won't promote it."
When Wang Juan heard this, she immediately felt relieved. No matter what, as long as the leader was satisfied, it would be fine.
During lunch, Wang Juan brought up this matter at the table, "I also heard from the district chief that the base area had used this kind of propaganda method before, but why didn't it continue in Beijing?"
Thinking that Ye Yuren also came from the base, Wang Juan suddenly felt uneasy, "Do you think Ye Yuren deliberately gave the labor to me?"
Ever since Zhao Lei made those analyses, Wang Juan had been worried, wondering if Ye Ren did this in order to help her get promoted smoothly.
Seeing that his wife couldn't even enjoy her meal, he said, "You think too much. The propaganda of the base is mostly in the form of sample books and so on."
"We rarely use paper. At that time, resources at the base were very limited, so we had to use paper."
"And if everyone had thought of this, why would they ask you to go to the district to make a report?" Zhao Lei consoled.
"Don't worry, even if Aunt Ye really wants to push you up, she won't make such a mistake."
"You should do a good job on the first bulletin board. Only when it is effective can you promote it better." No matter how good the plan is, it is not as good as actually putting it into practice.
Wang Juan hummed, "I know, so I have to do it well this time."
"I've thought about it, so I'll write down the scope of the manager's duties, as well as the differences between military martyrs' families and insured persons."
Wang Juan briefly explained her idea. "I have also discussed it with Ye Ren, and she thinks this is a good idea."
Zhao Lei also thought this was a good idea. "I think this is a good idea."
"However, it is appropriate to publish some policy news, especially some news about people's livelihood. I think many people will like it." Zhao Lei suggested.
"There are not many sources of information nowadays, and not everyone can read newspapers."
"They either heard about the source of the news or they don't know it at all."
Wang Juan nodded, "Yes, yes, yes." They would know the news, especially since the street office has subscribed to newspapers and periodicals and is a senior unit, they would definitely know a lot of policy news.
"Then can you complete it?" Zhao Lei thought of a very important question, which is how to complete these bulletin boards.
The modern world is not like later times, where we have computers and if we need several copies, we can just print them all out. This can be done completely manually.
"You forgot, there is mimeograph." I'm so stupid, how could I forget, although there are no copiers nowadays, there is still such an ancient copying tool as mimeograph.
When Wang Juan mentioned this, Zhao Lei immediately remembered the test papers when he was in school, "Yes, yes, yes, how could I have forgotten it, but that one should also be etched in stone."
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