Chapter 171 A letter of help from the Eastern boss

"My name is Yu Minhong, and I am a student who failed the college entrance examination... Tsk,"

After reciting the first sentence silently, Jiang Shan was almost certain that the reader named Yu Minhong should be the future principal of Dongfang.

Interesting, Jiang Shan flicked the cigarette ashes that were almost scattered, and continued to look back:

[I am a failed student in the college entrance examination, but I am not an ordinary failed student, because this year is my second time taking the college entrance examination.

My ideal was to be a people's teacher. After taking the college entrance examination for the first time in 1978, my English score was only 33 points, and the English admission score for the Changshu Teachers College I applied for was 38 points.

This year, although my English score has improved to 55 points, the English score line of Changshu Teachers College has increased to 60 points...

When I thought about my English that I couldn't catch up no matter how hard I tried, I even gave up the idea of ​​continuing to take the college entrance examination.

It wasn't until I saw the "Daily English Corner" column in "Oriental Metropolis Daily" that I discovered that the Chinese and English novels and grammatical analysis in it were written specifically for us college entrance examination students.

It's a pity that I only have a few copies of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" in my hand. If possible, I would like to go to the newspaper office and copy out all the previous topics...

Looking forward to your reply!]

"Editor Cai, this reader's letter I have in my hand," Jiang Shan raised the letter paper in his hand after reading it: "Let me reply to it."

Not only did he have to write this reply, Jiang Shan also wanted to receive the future boss in person.

In my impression, the reason why Yu Minhong was able to get into Peking University after the third college entrance examination.

It's because he will study in a newly established English training class this year.

It is precisely because of this that Principal Yu felt the charm of the training institution prematurely.

An English training institution in the 1980s and 1990s? A great project that killed everyone!

Cai Wensheng squinted, but still couldn't see clearly: "Which letter is it?"

"It's the one who wrote the letter asking for English questions."

"Okay," Editor Cai nodded: "It's just right to leave it to you. After I finish replying to the letter, I will bring this letter to Mr. Li to see, so that he will be happy as well."

"That's what I mean." Jiang Shan indeed had this idea:

"In addition, there should be many people who have the same idea as this reader. We can also create a joint issue of the Chinese and English novels of "The Chronicles of Narnia" in the weekend edition."

"Okay," Jiang Hai nodded: "The novel itself is very attractive. We can publish it in the weekend expanded edition of Oriental Metropolis Daily in three or four weeks."

"Yes, this can also keep the reader's appetite for a long time," Editor Cai then thought: "Hey, let's not talk about other things first and quickly see which letter to choose."

Needless to say, Jiang Shan is already reading the third letter from a reader:

[In 1977, I worked as a forestry assistant in a commune. I signed up for the college entrance examination without any preparation. It was natural that I failed in the exam.

Then in 1978, I took the college entrance examination with a few friends and joined in the fun, but of course I failed.

But it was also during this year that a lesbian I had a crush on in the commune was admitted to a technical secondary school.

When she was about to return to the city to go to school, I mustered up the courage to say what I had been hiding in my heart.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the girl looked at me with a very strange look: In such an environment, how can you still think about talking about love?

I was angry at that time, and immediately replied unconvinced: Are you not qualified to fall in love in the countryside?

Guess how that girl responded to me: Of course, but she is not qualified to fall in love with me.

In March of this year, each commune reduced the number of "eight members", and I completely gave up the idea of ​​turning into a formal employee.

After being hit one after another, I decided to give it a go with no way out.

So, in the last few months, I devoted myself to studying like crazy.

I have heard the saying "hard work pays off" for nineteen years.

This year, I deeply felt what an eternal saying is.

I was admitted to Nankai University with the second best score in Inner Mongolia.

When I learned the news, my old father hugged me and burst into tears.

No one knows how hard I have studied these past few months.

After that, I went to visit Gao Liang, the number one student in Inner Mongolia, who had been admitted to the philosophy department of BJ University.

On his desk, I saw a bound volume of "Oriental Metropolis Daily".

The exercises above were an eye-opener for me. If I could have seen them earlier, I think my chemistry score would not only be a mere 30 points...

The purpose of the letter is to ask on behalf of the students in Inner Mongolia why our local post office does not have a subscription order for "Oriental Metropolis Daily"?]

"This letter is good," Jiang Shan immediately praised excitedly: "Especially the last two paragraphs, who would you choose if you don't choose it?"

The child who studied very hard won the runner-up after the college entrance examination.

Although it is gratifying, it cannot be compared to the child who won the championship after receiving the help of "Oriental Metropolis Daily".

In Jiangshan's view, this reader's letter is simply a standard promotional advertisement for Oriental Metropolis Daily.

The most amazing thing is that the reader also asked about the subscription methods in other provinces in the last paragraph.

This is equivalent to giving a strong signal for "Oriental Metropolis Daily" to enter the market in other provinces!

Editor-in-Chief Rong beside him took the letter and nodded after reading it twice: "Yes, I also think it is the most suitable."

Cai Wensheng didn't even know who they were talking about: "Which letter is this?"

"The letter from Inner Mongolia."

"Oh," Cai Wensheng heard this and had no objection: "Then read this issue first, and wait for other letters later..."

"Editor Cai," Jiang Shan wanted to say more, "I think that comrade who returned to Beidahuang... let him go quietly."

"Um?"

"I also think," Editor-in-Chief Rong seconded, "Everyone is trying every possible means to correct the situation, and this should be considered a counter-advocate approach."

Editor-in-chief Jiang Hai's eyes suddenly sank, and he said decisively: "Old Cai, let's stop the matter of the letter."

"Okay," this letter was originally a candidate. Editor Cai raised the manuscript in his hand: "Anyway, the excellent works in my hand can't be published."

When everyone walked out of the conference room one after another, it was time for the newspaper office to get off work.

Comrade Jiang Shan walked directly to the gate.

At this moment, the second brother Jiang He was standing in front of the advertising wall sweating.

"Second brother, I'm here," Jiang Shan said with a smile, holding a big cattail leaf fan that came out of the reception room.

"get off work?"

"We've just arrived." Jiang Shan fanned his second son vigorously: "Do you need me to buy you a bottle of ice soda?"

"No need," Jiang He was knitting a red scarf for the giraffe on the wall: "Your brother is not that delicate."

"Pay attention," Jiang Shan stopped holding the cattail leaf fan in his hand: "Pay attention to tracing the lines of the woolen scarf. The larger the mural is, the more details will be enlarged."

"Well," Jiang He's eyes widened immediately: "I have been drawing this scarf for two hours, and it is more laborious than our mother's knitting."

"With this skill, I'll have to ask Editor-in-Chief Jiang to give you more money soon."

"Remember to mention it later."

The third child waved the cattail leaf fan again: "Don't worry, you'll check on me later!"

"Hey, isn't that who this is?"

Suddenly a sharp voice came out from behind, making Jiang Shan turn around in shock.

"I remembered, isn't he the partner of Lu Xiao on the third floor!"

As soon as these words came out, not only Jiangshan, but also Jianghe stopped painting.

I turned around and saw that it was two aunties.

The aunts had narrow eyes and generously looked up and down at Comrade Jiang He, who was covered in oil paint.

In his eyes, he couldn't hide his disdain.

Comrade Jiang He just looked at the other party coldly.

After more than ten seconds, I finally plucked up the courage to ask the aunt who was confused several times, but finally decided that it would be better to leave first.

"Usually looking at Xiao Lu's behavior, I thought I could pick someone great, but it turns out he's just a painter."

"It's not surprising. No matter how good her condition is, she still has age."

"I'm telling you..."

As the distance gradually widened, the two brothers, who had always had their ears pricked up, finally resumed their forward-leaning posture.

Jiang He frowned: "Then what did the old ladies say in the end?"

Jiang Shan put down the cattail leaf fan held by his ear and continued to shake it: "It was too far away, and I couldn't hear it clearly."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Hai slowly walked out of the door of the newspaper office.

When he passed by the two aunts, his brisk footsteps obviously paused.
To be continued...