Director Zhang used her eloquence as the director of the subdistrict office, took Zeng Wangcai's hand and said, "Wangcai, I have something to tell you. It's about the interview. Did your father tell you about it? The district leaders have come to the subdistrict many times. The current director has no choice but to find me. I'm going to persuade you, but I heard you don't want to?"
"I......"
"This is a good thing. It brings honor to our family. Why are you not happy about it?"
"I......"
"You know, the 7:30 news is different from the last time we had it on Caishen Lane. It's a full eight minutes of coverage!"
"I......"
"Eight minutes is not a small amount. Think about it. Which alley has the ability to be on the 8:30 news twice, and each broadcast lasts eight minutes. People all over the country can see you, and can see Caishen Lane."
"I......"
Can I say something?
So you haven't had a chance to speak in all these years since you retired, right? Are you dizzy because of what you've said today?
"Stop, stop, stop. I agree. I promise, okay?"
"That's right. Okay, I know you have a lot of things to do. Go and get busy." Director Zhang calmed down and took Zhang Xiuzhi's hand and said, "Xiuzhi, remember to come and play often."
After Zeng Wangcai and his wife left, Director Zhang picked up the old enamelware pot and took a big gulp: "I'm so thirsty. You have to ask me to do something. It's so impressive to be on the news. Why are you hiding? You know your dad almost died of joy when he knew you were going to be interviewed on the news..."
Director Zhang, you did that on purpose just now.
In mid-September, traffic control was implemented on the road in front of Caishen Lane.
Several Wulin-produced MPVs were parked outside, as well as several big-pants news vehicles.
Today is a big day for Caishen Lane.
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