Chapter 216: Don’t Forget Your Original Intention
"We need to distribute the goods first and increase the quantity, right?" An Zhixia nodded in understanding, just like Uncle Ken's store in later generations, which had a huge demand for chicken legs and chicken wings every day, and all of them used large-scale farmed white-feathered chickens.
"In fact, large-scale farming is easier than free-range farming, but it has higher requirements for factory construction and mechanization. I once read about this in a book by an expert on the future of large-scale chicken farming, and I think the method is feasible."
"If mechanization is not enough, we can use manual labor, which can provide a number of jobs for employees' families, so this is not a problem. I can personally supervise the construction of the factory and make sure that all aspects are up to standard. So, are there any other difficulties?" Li Hanqian said after thinking for a while.
An Zhixia took out a notebook and pen from the briefcase he had just received, and started drawing directly on the table. "In fact, the principles of raising poultry and livestock are the same. We need to make them grow and gain weight quickly in the shortest possible time. We need to intervene artificially from these aspects..."
When she was running a breeding farm in Wuqi Commune, she read a lot of books, compared various successful and failed cases, and combined with the current situation in the 1970s, she had a relatively mature and comprehensive model in her mind. Just like what Li Hanqian said, if the degree of mechanization is not enough, you can make up for it with manual labor.
The two of them discussed for a long time in the office before deciding on the preliminary factory building. The rest was to hand it over to professionals for detailed revision, and then write a detailed plan and submit it step by step.
After having lunch at the canteen of the Dongcheng District Supply and Marketing Cooperative, An Zhixia remembered that she should have received a receipt for the program she had submitted to the performance troupe. So she found a secluded corner, changed her clothes and makeup, took a bus with her bicycle and headed to Zhaoyang District.
She underestimated the troupe's desire to fight for favor, and also underestimated her importance to them. She went to the first collection guard room, and just as she got the receipt letter, she was blocked.
The pretty young girl glanced at the unique pink envelope in An Zhixia's hand, and asked attentively with a smile on her face: "Excuse me, are you Liuli, the author of "Singing Xiahua"? I am Pan Xiyu, the secretary of Mingmei Performance Troupe. I am very happy that you can submit your work to our performance troupe. The troupe leader was full of praise for your performance. She really hopes to meet you in person!"
An Zhixia just raised her eyebrows in surprise, glanced back at the guard who was looking around, did not answer, and walked out silently.
"Hey, Comrade Liuli, I'm sorry, our Mingmei Performance Troupe really needs your help, otherwise I wouldn't have come here presumptuously." Pan Xiyu trotted along, a little anxiously saying, "The troupe leader said that your work is very contagious and spiritual, and can be compared with the popular Yongyi Performance Troupe. Your talent should not be buried. Our performance troupe is quite powerful. The comrades in the troupe are very serious and hardworking. We will definitely live up to your excellent work and bring it to the audience in its original flavor, so that your true meaning can be conveyed to the whole of Kyoto, and even the whole country!"
Seeing An Zhixia pushing her bicycle to ride away, she hurried forward to block her, smiling awkwardly and saying, "Our team leader is on his way. Comrade Liuli, can you just wait for a while?"
An Zhixia glared at her helplessly, "If I knew your troupe was so shameless, I would have to switch to another troupe no matter what."
"Hehe, this is what we call persistence, persistence in art. You should be more pleased." The girl was very eloquent. She was probably selected from the entire troupe and rehearsed many times in an effort to win over the author in one go.
Pan Xiyu took An Zhixia to a sheltered place and waited. Soon, two female comrades came here quickly.
"Hello, Comrade Liuli. I am Director Jiang of the First Troupe of Mingmei Performance Troupe. I am very happy to meet you!" Director Jiang came forward to shake her hand enthusiastically. "Your work is so excellent. We really want to get to know you and quickly and efficiently establish long-term cooperation. So we have no choice but to resort to this last resort. I hope Comrade Liuli will not mind."
Since they were so polite to her, An Zhixia couldn't put on airs, so she could only nod and sigh, "Go ahead, I don't like beating around the bush. We are all strangers, so there's no sentimentality to play."
Unexpectedly, she got straight to the point. Director Jiang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "We want to hire you as the scriptwriter of Mingmei Performance Troupe with a large salary, and enjoy the treatment of a director. You only need to produce a program every month, and you will get a welfare house after one year."
It was indeed a huge sum of money, and An Zhixia couldn't help but be moved. The salary was secondary. The main thing was that Xia Hua had an endless desire for houses and land.
However, apart from temporarily working in the supply and marketing cooperative to transfer her household registration and experience the life of ordinary people as an ordinary salesperson, she did not intend to tie herself to any unit permanently. After all, after seven or eight years, when the organization relaxed its restrictions on various aspects, she would be her own boss.
So she shook her head expressionlessly: "I don't want to get involved in the fight between your troupes. I have my own family. If Yongyi Troupe or Huasheng Troupe and other troupes knew about this, they would definitely be affected."
I think that Director Jiang came prepared this time, and he was not surprised to hear this. He quickly gave a second plan: "How about this, you continue to submit your works to our Mingmei Performance Troupe anonymously every month, and we will give you a high price of 1,000 yuan per show, and also give you a welfare house in the Kyoto area of your choice. As long as you submit your works for ten years, the house will belong to you permanently. How about it?"
Ten years later was 1983, with 120 programs. An Zhixia lowered her eyelids and thought for a while, "Okay, but I also have a few requirements. If you can do it, then we can continue to discuss cooperation. If not, then I have the right to unilaterally terminate it at any time, and the house and royalties will not be returned."
"You say," Captain Jiang nodded with a slightly excited look on his face.
"First, as far as I know, Mingmei Performance Troupe is a relatively fair and progressive group. I hope that Mingmei Performance Troupe can always keep its original intention and not let its actors fall into the world of sensuality and defile the art and the expectations of the leaders! It also gives fair opportunities to every comrade who loves performance.
Second, no matter how other performance groups pursue the greatest profits and sensationalize, Mingmei Performance Group still steadily passes on the original flavor of the art that has been condensed for thousands of years in Xiahua. Instead of changing the program beyond recognition to attract attention! "
"Okay," Director Jiang assured solemnly, "Comrade Liuli, don't worry. Our Mingmei Performance Troupe is a team that truly performs for the people. You are welcome to supervise our work at any time!"
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