Chapter 58
The theme of this month's propaganda newspaper remains unchanged, which is roughly to insist on self-reliance, hard work, active production, and guaranteed logistics.
Lu Qin simply polished it up a bit and added a simple subtitle, "A Day in the Life of Packaging Factory Workers."
Individuals in a group often epitomize the spirit of the times, precisely confirming the performance of the people and policies below.
"A new day begins when Director Yang walks into the packaging plant, holding a yellowed discipline book. As the machines start to whirr, the workers, fully clothed in masks and overalls, move about in an orderly fashion."
On the right is the image evidence, showing three or two women and men, with smiles on their faces, helping each other. You can vaguely see the "small words" on the packaging bag, and even a yellow stain on the suit worn by the man was marked by him in a special way.
How should I put it? It's so detailed, so detailed that it seems as if all the scenes are right in front of you.
Lu Qin stepped forward again to color the "sickle" on the red flag. The chalk in the Propaganda Department had been recycled so many times that only the tip of the chalk remained. From Secretary Liu's angle, he could only see Comrade Lu's beautiful hands painting on it.
She came back to her senses and answered his earlier question, "No need to change it."
There is nothing that needs to be changed.
Lu Qin bent down, made the final revision, then took a step back and observed. There was nothing he could do about it; he had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Secretary Liu noticed his movements and couldn't help but ask, "Comrade Xiao Lu, what's wrong with your head?"
Not to mention, his handwriting is beautiful and he can draw.
She was there for three hours and was absolutely no help.
Lu Qin smiled, his reserved eyes raised, staring at the bulletin board in front of him. If it weren't for the language restrictions on the content, he felt that he could still "fool around" for a while longer.
"Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. For example, Sister Liu, you are good at organizing information, right? I am just playing around."
Secretary Liu felt that he was really modest.
The two men stood there and watched for a long time. When they were going back, Secretary Liu grabbed the stool and everything else and let him go back empty-handed.
She turned her head and spoke to him, "Once the publicity meeting is over, we can take a break and move on to the next project."
She didn't expect it to be finished so quickly.
The publicity department always has a lot of work to do, such as literacy campaigns, external submissions, and holiday publicity arrangements...
There is no order of priority, just line up one by one, so there is no need to worry about not having work to do.
The most important thing recently is the routine ideological report meeting held in March every year.
"Oh, by the way, I don't know when the Finance Department will be able to allocate the money." I will still be busy when the time comes.
When I returned to the office, everyone else was still busy and Section Chief Zhao was not there.
"Thank you, sister." Lu Qin thanked Secretary Liu who was holding a basin of water.
The water flowed through his slender fingertips. Lu Qin bent his waist, took two steps back, and shook his hands.
"You're welcome." Secretary Liu put away the bowl, glanced towards the inner room, and asked him in a low voice, "What do you want to eat the day after tomorrow?"
Lu Qin took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his fingertips. He almost didn't react before he remembered that it was her who invited him to dinner.
He smiled and said, "I love to eat whatever you cook, sister."
It seems that treating people to meals is particularly popular among people of this generation.
"Is that so?" Secretary Liu was also happy to hear this. "Then what does your nephew like to eat?"
Kids always have something they like to eat.
Lu Qin almost blurted out "braised pork". He uttered an "ah" and said a little embarrassedly: "His taste is the same as mine. He eats whatever I eat. It's okay. The child is not picky about food."
Kong Dongdong is indeed easy to support.
Secretary Liu wondered if he was embarrassed, so she decided to wait and ask Comrade Xu.
Lu Qin took the basin from her.
Section Chief Zhao came around the corner with his hands behind his back and saw two people chatting at the door, one holding a basin and the other wiping his hands.
"Section Chief." Liu Gan greeted him in advance.
Lu Qin stood up straight with the basin in his hand, a smile on his face. "Chief, the brochure is ready. Do you want to see if there's anything that needs to be revised?"
There is absolutely no embarrassment of being caught.
Secretary Liu added, "It's basically the same content as before. I've checked it."
She said she had reviewed it and there was no problem.
Section Chief Zhao had a flash of doubt in his mind. "Okay, I'll go check it out later."
Previously, the people in charge of the propaganda newspaper were Secretary Liu and another male comrade. It would take at least a day to make the newspaper, and the words on it were written one by one.
Because the content couldn't be the same every time, a few people from the factory actually went to read it. After reading it, they directly criticized their propaganda department for writing the same sentences without thinking.
But there are one or two such times every month. It's okay if there are new requirements from the higher-ups, but sometimes there are no new requirements or policies for several months, and then we can only deal with them one by one.
Lu Qin followed him into the office. "Section Chief, I'm going to start taking photos for Saturday's sports promotion."
Section Chief Zhao nodded.
He was so busy that he postponed the task of checking the propaganda newspaper to tomorrow.
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The next morning, Lu Qin ran to the photo studio to get his camera and photos.
He pushed open the door with a smile on his face, "Good morning, Master Liu, I came to get my camera and photos."
Master Liu took a sip of soy milk, put the cup against the wall, and pointed to the table opposite.
Lu Qin looked over and saw it. He thanked him, first picked up the camera and hung it around his neck, then picked up the stack of photos.
When you pick up the photo, your first reaction is that the people you have seen on a black and white TV have all turned into miniatures in the photo.
Three or five workers were chatting with smiles on their faces, and the atmosphere was lively. Behind them were the machines in operation in the factory and rows of food shelves.
Lu Qin's movements became much lighter. To be honest, if this stack of photos could be preserved for a long time, it would definitely be a precious memory.
Master Liu watched his movements and unintentionally praised him, "You took the photo very well."
Lu Qin came back to his senses and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Master. You are really good at developing photos."
Developing photos requires skill, doesn't it? He will continue to deal with him in the future.
These words immediately brought the two closer together.
Lu Qin rode a bicycle with a camera hung tightly around his neck and entered the factory with a group of workers.
But when he greeted Mr. Huang this morning, he looked around but didn't see him.
But after entering the door, he looked around and saw a lot of people gathered under the wall on the left.
He was about to look away but then looked away again. Oh, he remembered that he had drawn a blackboard newspaper yesterday.
He seemed to vaguely see the figures of Section Chief Zhao and Director Yang.
So he turned around and pushed his bicycle over there instead, originally heading to the factory.
The sound of conversation came into my ears.
"I heard from the Propaganda Department that this was drawn by Comrade Lu."
"Which Comrade Lu?"
"Oh, he's the most handsome guy in our factory, and you don't even know that."
Lu Qin: "..." You're talking about him.
"Look, isn't this Director Yang? The painting really looks like him."
Their focus at this moment was on the painting.
"Hahahaha," the person whose name he called out just finished reading the small print next to it, "Why is the notebook in Director Yang's hand yellow?"
Of course, it was because he accidentally spilled tea on it while drinking it, and it became stained like this. Director Yang himself appeared and answered silently.
He didn't know why Comrade Lu was observing him so closely, but he wondered, "Little Comrade Lu, you're not thinking about coming back. Everyone wants to climb higher."
Section Chief Zhao was standing next to him, and he had just remembered to come over to check, but by the time he got there the wall was already packed with people. This was the first time anyone had looked at the propaganda section's newspaper.
The two turned their heads at the same time, one was Lu Qin's former leader, and the other was his current leader.
The author has something to say:
I will update more tomorrow, and try to update twice a week. [Cover face], the beginning of April, and then this chapter will give you 30 small red envelopes to welcome the new January.
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