Xie Chunhua pursed her lips, thinking of a way to break the deadlock. If she had come back just a little earlier, things wouldn't have turned out this way.
Calculating the time, there are still 6 years until the college entrance examination, and those policies will not be implemented for many more years. She really can't imagine how this family will get through the rest of the time after taking on so much debt.
Xie Ming ignored the commotion here. After getting up, he packed his things, said goodbye to Old Man Xie, took two multigrain steamed buns, and went to work in town before dawn.
When he got back to town and arrived at the factory, it was still early. He toured the entire factory from top to bottom, and then spent a long time looking at the bulletin board.
Not wanting to work on the front lines anymore, he quickly found a way out. He spent 20 cents to get a box of colored chalk and a rag from the gatekeeper, and also borrowed a bucket.
An hour later, the gatekeeper stared in disbelief at the person scribbling on the bulletin board.
This...this...this skill is truly amazing.
Workers arrived one after another, and they lingered around the blackboard, which used to be used only for posting newspaper notices. Now it has become a National Day propaganda column.
The portrait of the great leader is so lifelike, almost indistinguishable from a photograph, and the bright red national flag looks as if it is truly fluttering in the wind.
There were also workers in the food factory working overtime to produce food... Every detail was so impressive that it was hard to believe it was drawn with chalk, and the article praising the motherland brought tears to the eyes of everyone present.
The powerful motherland depicted above seemed to have truly been born through their efforts. Everyone felt that if they didn't give it their all, they would be failing the mission entrusted to them by their motherland.
With the final stroke, Xie Ming neatly organized all the notices and promotional newspapers that had been posted, gathering them all into one area.
Suddenly, everyone felt that the blackboard had come to life, and those papers were the proof of the motherland's dialogue with them.
"Young man, did you create all of this?" A middle-aged man wearing a Zhongshan suit with a pen in his breast pocket walked over and asked him.
"Yeah! I came a bit early this morning, and I saw that several of the things that were pasted up had fallen off, so I took the liberty of redoing them." He touched his head sheepishly, looking shy and reserved.
"You're very talented. What kind of job do you do now?"
"In the first loading and unloading team," he answered, straightening his body and speaking clearly and brightly.
"Alright, alright, there's a shortage of talent everywhere these days. Here's what you'll do: go to Director Wu of the factory's union this morning and tell him you did the blackboard bulletin." The middle-aged man finished speaking, patted his shoulder, and walked inside.
Xie Ming smiled crookedly. He recognized the middle-aged man; he was the factory manager and the first person to arrive at the factory every morning.
The surrounding workers looked at him with envy; he was about to be transferred to the office. Several of his close colleagues came up to him, asking him to treat them to a meal. In just one morning, Xie Ming had completed the job change.
However, he wasn't satisfied with just that much work for the morning. He took the opportunity to tell Director Wu that he had some personal matters to attend to with the town mayor and asked for two hours off.
Director Wu was naturally "generous" enough to give him the job of delivering documents, and told him to take his time. He also told him that if he couldn't make it back in time for lunch and ate out, he could get reimbursed when he returned.
With the documents in hand, Xie Ming hopped on a bicycle from the factory and headed to the town government.
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