There was no need to stay here now that the stamping parts were created, so Wan Feng ran away as soon as he said he would.
Run without any burden and run with peace of mind.
Wan Feng believed that the machinery factory would give Zhang Hai a price that would satisfy him.
Once this set of equipment can work skillfully, it will relieve a great burden on the machinery factory. The production capacity that has been delayed by these unimportant but indispensable parts will be released, and more economic benefits will be created.
This is a win-win situation where both parties complement each other and there will definitely be an intersection that both parties are satisfied with.
Wan Feng knew that Zhang Hai was just pretending, because he started to run slowly and calmly as soon as he reached the main road.
It was already past three in the afternoon when I returned to the garment factory. There were already many female workers who had gotten up from the night shift in the brigade yard. They were sitting or standing in the cool breeze of the yard. They were yawning non-stop, probably because they had just woken up.
Jiang Min was also on the night shift, but she wasn't yawning. She was sitting at her desk in her dormitory, writing something.
He was so focused that he didn't even notice Wan Feng coming in.
"Is Sister Min secretly writing love letters?"
Jiang Min was startled. She turned to see Wan Feng and asked, "Where's the love letter? You've come just in time. I've collected a lot of manuscripts, but I don't know how to sift through them."
As he said this, he opened the small cabinet under the desk and pointed inside.
When Wan Feng looked inside, his head immediately swelled up as if it were foaming. The entire small cabinet was filled with manuscripts.
Oh my god, are there so many people who are suffering from the literary youth disease? There must be thousands of manuscripts. How long will it take to see them through?
Wan Feng picked up a manuscript and looked at its title: The Inna River in My Heart.
Wan Feng became interested.
Just based on the name, as long as the idea is good, the writing is fluent, and there is a correct central idea, this manuscript can almost be passed.
After reading this manuscript, I think it is generally good. With a little modification, it can reach the level of publication in their journals.
Wan Feng then read a few more manuscripts, and the quality was uneven. Some sentences were not smooth, and the ideas were confusing. He had no idea what the author was trying to say.
"Actually, selecting manuscripts is quite simple. The first step is to eliminate those that are incomprehensible. Among the remaining manuscripts, also eliminate those that are about love and romance. After all, this type of subject matter isn't fully open yet, and leaving it in might cause trouble. So, just in case. For the rest, choose those with clear themes, healthy ideas, and positive meanings. These types of articles will be given priority."
"Here's an article that I think is okay. What do you think of it?" Jiang Min handed over a manuscript.
Wan Feng took it and looked at the title: Grass.
On the wilderness where the north wind howled, beneath the snow-covered peaks thousands of miles away, a seed carefully curled itself up, stopping breathing, stopping heartbeat, and even freezing the blood flowing in its body.
…
I am this lonely seed, giving up all the luxuries in my body and keeping only one belief in my heart.
In this cold and lonely world, I silently wait for the arrival of spring...
The last sentence made Wan Feng feel brightened.
"Excellent! Exceptionally well written. In just a few sentences, it vividly portrays a seed waiting for spring in the bitter cold. The idea is clear and the meaning is profound. I never thought there was such talent in Wahou. Let me see who wrote this. Jiang... Jiang Min!"
Jiang Min's little face was as red as a monkey's butt.
"Oh my god, I didn't expect that you, Sister Min, have such a restless heart. Why didn't I see it earlier?"
Jiang Min felt uncomfortable hearing this.
"What do you mean by a restless heart? Explain it to me clearly!"
"Where's your partner?"
"Stop interrupting and answer my question!"
"From this little prose poem, I discover that your heart is filled with the stirrings of spring. You long for spring, but it's summer now, and there's no spring. So what you long for is love. To put it simply, you want to get married. To put it more bluntly, it's: Sister Min, you want a man!"
Jiang Min was stunned. How many more cells does this guy have in his head than others? I clearly wrote about a blade of grass longing for spring, but how come in his head, I thought of a man? How did he make that connection?
"I really admire your imagination. It's a pity you're not a writer."
Wan Feng had this ideal once in his previous life, but he didn't have this idea in this life.
"Sister Min, you're twenty years old now, right? It's time to get out there and make a name for yourself. When your date comes, I'll check him out for you. That'll be enough."
"It's a failure!" Jiang Min replied unhappily.
"Ah! Is this true?" How did it fail again? Women should not be too picky. In the end, you will only be left alone.
"Of course it's true. We have no common language."
"Alas! Usually when women change their minds, they use the excuse of not having a common language. There must be something wrong with this world."
"We really have nothing in common. That man is extremely selfish. He's always thinking about whether he can get any loss. He keeps asking how much betrothal gifts my family will ask for and what dowry I will bring when I marry him. He's not humorous at all. I think it's more interesting to live my life on my own than to spend my life with someone like him."
According to Jiang Min, her ex-boyfriend was a somewhat realistic man who would consider everything from the perspective of life itself. In fact, such a man is usually a man who can manage a household. It may not be a painful thing for a woman to find such a man. It's a pity that such a man is not pleasing to women who are a little romantic in their hearts.
"Oh! I thought I could drink your wedding wine this year, but I didn't expect it to be ruined again."
"Don't worry about my affairs. Just find a way to help me deal with these manuscripts."
"I can't handle it. I don't have the time to look at this every day. If you have trouble handling it yourself, we can go to the county literary federation for help. It just so happens that our publication also needs to apply for it. I'll go to the literary federation tomorrow to take a look."
Oh, tomorrow, think about what to do tomorrow?
He had to go to Shijiazhuang and Qindao within three days and return before the crackdown at the end of August.
Then I will go to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles tomorrow to ask for an editor and apply for a regional publication number.
He only wanted this publication to be distributed in the Bohai region; he didn't intend for it to be distributed nationwide.
Just something to entertain yourself.
"What would you like to call this publication?"
"Let's call it Inna River. I think it's a good name." Wan Feng made the final decision.
When I walked out of Jiang Min's house, I saw the shade under the eaves filled with female workers on night shift. They had completely woken up from their sleepy state and had started laughing and chatting about family matters.
They are waiting for the day shift to end, eat and then go to the night shift. Now it is the end of the month and it is almost time for paycheck, and these women have already started thinking about what to do after getting paid.
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