Chapter 461 The data is all here
Old Liu, who was standing nearby, exclaimed in disbelief, "Are you sure? He actually… actually made tens of millions!"
The old clock next to him seemed relieved, but the clock was still beating loudly.
It's unbelievable, really unbelievable, how is it possible?
In less than a year, the instant noodle seller has earned so much foreign exchange.
It's not our own currency. This is more than 12 million in foreign currency.
Old Zhong murmured, "Then...did they give us the foreign exchange?"
Old Liu glared at him from the side and said, "Are Director Hao and his men so stupid as to not want the money?"
"What nonsense are you two talking about?"
The old man next to her was already very angry at these jealous people. He put his hands behind his back and straightened his back. This man was Aunt Wang's husband.
"The data is all here, Director Hao and Secretary He. This isn't some child's play, writing nonsense for you to see." After a pause, he continued, "Didn't you see the benefits I gave out before the Lunar New Year when you visited my house? Besides, how has your benefits changed this year compared to last year? Don't you have any idea?"
"Hey, you old man, your wife is just a group leader of the neighborhood committee, and this guy is acting like your wife is the director of the street office. What are you showing off for?"
"I'm not showing off, it's you guys who are always looking for trouble."
Old Zhou nodded. "Yes, it's true that they're just looking for trouble. But don't I just not understand? I just think that no matter how delicious instant noodles are, they're still food. When has food or drink ever become more valuable than airplanes, cannons, and tanks?"
"Yeah, I don't understand. Why do we still produce these things? Why don't we just produce instant noodles? Then we can buy planes and cannons."
Another person scolded him, "You old fool! Whatever you buy, it's still someone else's. Just like instant noodles from a food factory, they sell so well overseas precisely because we have a different technology. If you buy someone else's and then sell it, how much money can you make? Besides, what if they don't sell it to you? Wouldn't you be dumbfounded?"
"Yes, yes, it's better to have it yourself than anyone else."
"Please read the following carefully. I think what the factory said is right. Whether it's selling food or making airplanes and cannons, isn't it all contributing to the country?"
"Yeah, how much can we buy with this much foreign exchange?"
After a lot of discussion, these dozens of old men took another look and then left.
But after they left, they did not remain silent, but spread the news everywhere.
Lu Qiaoge really didn't know about these things.
Giving her a car was the factory's way of caring for her and a recognition of her achievements, so it was natural for her to accept it.
But it was only the 1970s after all, and there were two voices at all times.
Anyway, this is what Lu Qiaoge thinks. If you give it to me, I will take it. If you don’t give it to me, it doesn’t matter. He can always achieve his goal.
And everything she does now is in line with the trend and in line with the current situation.
Whether it is producing instant noodles or straw handicrafts, she exchanges foreign currency openly, so her treatment is naturally fair.
Lu Qiaoge drove and took his sister to the subdistrict office. Lu Qiaoling went to talk to Deputy Director Huang about the recruitment.
Lu Qiaoge went to Sister Hua to get the letter. After thinking for a while, he opened the letter. On it was a piece of manuscript paper with flying dragons and phoenixes. It was about the picture book drawn by Lin Xiaomin. They decided to adopt it, but some parts needed to be modified. There was also the contact number of the publishing house below.
Lu Qiage was also very happy and immediately called Lin Xiaomin who worked in the Propaganda Department.
After Lin Xiaomin received the call, she covered her mouth in shock. It took her a while to react. She asked Lu Qiaoge in disbelief, "Qiaoge, is this true? Did I hear it right?"
"You heard it right, this is true. Why don't you come to the neighborhood office? I'm right here."
"Okay, okay, I'll take some time off now and go to the neighborhood office. I'll be there quickly. Wait for me."
The colleague next to her glanced at Lin Xiaomin in surprise and asked curiously, "Did Director Xiao Lu call you? What's the good news? Can you tell us?"
Lin Xiaomin's face flushed red, and she wanted to lower her head and run away, but her hand was held tightly by her older colleague.
It seems like he is saying, "I won't let go unless you tell me."
She had no choice but to say, "I can't tell you now. After I make the call, I'll definitely tell you when I get back. Director Xiao Lu is waiting for me. Don't worry, as long as I'm sure it's done, I promise to tell you."
The other party also smiled and said: "Okay, I keep my word."
Lin Xiaomin ran to Section Chief Zhao to ask for leave. When Section Chief Zhao heard that she was going to the Street Office to see Director Xiao Lu, he was very happy: "Go ahead, go ahead. If they need you there, you don't have to come to work today."
Lin Xiaomin's unit was not far from the subdistrict office. After Lu Qiage finished the work at hand, Lin Xiaomin ran over panting.
Lu Qiaoge then showed her the letter and the phone number below, saying, "If you have no objection, call the other party back now."
Lin Xiaomin was so excited that she couldn't speak.
Lu Qiaoge held his chin and looked at him with a smile.
Understand, understand. In this era, being able to publish your own writings or paintings is definitely a matter of honor for your family.
Nowadays, those who write are called great writers, and those who paint are called great painters. It is not simply called great, but a pure admiration and respect.
Not to mention Lin Xiaomin, this is going to be published.
The people from the street office also looked at Lin Xiaomin with a smile.
Sister Qiao said, "Xiao Min, if it gets published, I'll definitely buy a copy."
Lin Xiaomin's face turned red, and she didn't know whether to say yes or no.
Lu Qiaoge said with a smile, "When it's ready for publication, our street office will buy a batch and put them in the library."
"Yes, yes. This is a good suggestion."
Lin Xiaomin finally said in a low voice: "I...I haven't made the call yet, so I don't know what it will be like."
I certainly wouldn't dare to make such boasts until the comic book is published.
Lin Xiaomin called and when she heard the other party's kind and gentle voice, her mind went blank.
She quickly handed the phone to Lu Qiaoge: "You...you speak for me, I...I..."
Lu Qiaoge immediately picked up the phone. He definitely couldn't let the other party wait too long.
So the communication went smoothly.
The other party also specifically asked whether the girl who called him was Director Xiao Lu of Xiangyang Food Factory?
After finding out, the other party praised him, "Ah, it's true that heroes have always emerged from youth."
Lu Qiaoge immediately smiled and said, "I heard Grandpa Qin talk about you, and I have always admired you."
Lu Qiaoge said some nice words.
The other party is indeed worthy.
The person he was talking to was the deputy director of the publishing house, also a highly respected elder.
His paintings are also collected by many people.
After finalizing the details, Lu Qiaoge put down the phone and told Lin Xiaomin, "Someone from Beidu Publishing House is on a business trip to Jiangcheng, so just sign the contract. You can get your royalties after the contract is signed."
"By the way. I'll mail you a sample after the comic book is printed."
Lin Xiaomin clenched her hands excitedly, still a little uncertain as she asked Lu Qiaoge, "Then... can you say it's a done deal now?"
Lu Qiaoge thought for a moment and said, "Nothing is absolute. I can't say it's set in stone, but I can say it's 99% certain."
(End of this chapter)
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