The photo shoot took quite a while, and when Yun Qiao came out of the photo studio, he looked at the time on his wrist and saw that it was already past eleven o'clock.
"I have to go to the field office soon. Should we go? Or should we eat first?"
He Tingjun: "It's up to you, I'm fine."
Yun Qiao said, "Then let's go to the field office first. Eleven o'clock is still a bit early for dinner, and I'm not that hungry."
"Um."
"I'm going to the supply and marketing cooperative next door to buy some things, and then we'll leave."
With a car, it only takes one step on the accelerator to drive from the photo studio to the site, and we arrived in less than two minutes.
When Yun Qiao was taking the exam for a medical worker, he had been to the field office once and had a vague impression of it.
But I had only been here once, so I was not familiar with the overall environment of the site, and I didn't know where the Wu Art and Literature Propaganda Team was located.
Fortunately, Yun Qiao prepared two packs of cigarettes in advance. She asked He Tingjun to use cigarettes to pave the way and ask the security officer guarding the gate of the field office. As a result, they got the answer as soon as they asked.
The old man from the security department was no pushover either. He took the two cigarettes from He Tingjun, told him the location of the art propaganda team, and then refused to answer any further questions.
The reason why he was willing to tell them the location of the art propaganda team was, firstly, because of the face of the cigarettes. As for the second reason, it was because the location of the art propaganda team was not a secret at all. When the propaganda team performed, many members of the commune came to watch, but he just didn't tell it. These two people could just go out and grab a kid to ask, and they would find out the information.
The old man lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and smiled, revealing a row of old yellow teeth. "Little brother, your cigarettes are strong. They must be worth at least thirty cents a pack."
"You guessed right." He Tingjun showed the cigarette package and smiled, "The Dragon cigarettes in Harbin are indeed 30 cents a pack."
"Sanyan Sanlongyan, you're quite generous." The old man raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter? Do you have a request?"
"It's a little bit." He Tingjun pushed the whole bottle of dragon cigarettes in front of the old man and said, "It's not a big deal, I just want you to keep an eye out for some news. My girlfriend wants to join our field office's art and propaganda team, but the company we're working with is far away, so we don't have much information. We don't know when the propaganda team is recruiting, and we're afraid we'll miss out, so I want you to keep an eye on it and let us know if there's any news."
"It's not hard to keep up with the news. There's nothing in the entire field office that I don't know. But it's not easy to get into our propaganda team." The old man took a puff of his cigarette and clicked his tongue: "Talent alone is not enough, you also need a background."
"We know that. All you have to do is keep an eye on the news for us." He Tingjun said as he pulled out another pack of unopened Dragon cigarettes from his pocket and pushed it in front of the security guard. "It's just a small token of my gratitude."
Two packs of cigarettes in exchange for a piece of public information is a good deal.
The old man opened the drawer, reached in and swept two packs of cigarettes into the drawer, then closed the drawer.
"It's easy to keep an eye on the news, but how can I notify you?"
"Just tell our company's communicator, Comrade Xiao Lu, he'll come to the field office every now and then." Yun Qiao answered.
"Communicator Xiao Lu?" The old man thought for a moment and said, "I've heard of this name, but we've never spoken much. If we meet on the road, I'm afraid I wouldn't recognize him."
Yun Qiao immediately said, "Uncle, we're from Henan Province. My mom makes really delicious pancakes. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I'll have Comrade Xiao Lu bring you two of my mom's meat patties. You can try my mom's cooking and get to know me."
Yun Qiao even helped him think of an excuse for how to contact people. Without any worries, the old man naturally agreed happily: "Okay."
Yun Qiao: "What's your name, sir?"
"My last name is Yu. Just call me Yu."
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