The structure of the Propaganda Department is similar to that of the Personnel Department, but there is an extra room next door. Normally no one goes there, and it is only used when large promotional materials are needed.
Zhou Hongbo is a middle-aged man in his forties who is already bald. He wears a pair of black-framed glasses and has a very old-fashioned expression.
"Chief Zhou, I have brought Zeng Wangcai to you. The rest of the matters are left to you." At the last stop, Chief Yu said with a smile.
Zhou Hongbo looked at Zeng Wangcai and said, "Young man, I heard that you have good handwriting. Show us your handwriting. Otherwise, I don't know how to arrange your work."
This sentence reveals Zhou Hongbo's character, which is a bit selfless and impartial.
Zeng Wang, the accountant, was not afraid and was taken by Zhou Hongbo to the next room. The next room was very spacious, with several large tables, and two young men were writing big characters inside.
"Xiao Wang, go make room for Zeng Wangcai." Zhou Hongbo deprived a young man of his job and pointed to a blank red paper and said, "Since you were specially recruited for this, write one. The information is on the material paper."
Zeng Wangcai agreed and picked up the material paper to read it carefully. It turned out to be a short article about learning "such and such spirit". This kind of article is very useful now. An important task of the propaganda department now is to publicize internally and let the workers learn the spirit.
The reason why these are handwritten instead of printed is, firstly, the cost, and secondly, the scale and quantity are not large, so they can just copy them and post them on the factory's bulletin board.
Of course, the Propaganda Department’s actions are definitely more than just these. For example, Xu Damao is from the Propaganda Department, and Zhou Hongbo just used this to test Zeng Wangcai.
Zeng Wangcai spread out the red paper, held down the corners with something, picked up the brush, dipped it in thick ink, and began to write.
He did not fold the red paper to make it easier to write neatly, nor did he calculate the length. It seemed that he had everything planned out.
After just a few words, Zhou Hongbo's old-fashioned face showed a smile: "Good, well written, good handwriting..."
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