As night falls, the small courtyard at No. 51 Anhe Street is filled with the light and shadow of Wong Kar-Wai.

In the small house of the two children, Xiaoyu and Xiaobai were surrounding their father reporting their academic performance.

"Not bad," Jiang Hai, as the president of a club, commented with experience on the large-character book in his hand: "Look at this handwriting of our Xiaoyu, it doesn't look like it was written by a first-grade primary school student. It really has some of the writing skills of mine back then.

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Jiang Xiaoyu, who was lying on his father's shoulder, smiled happily: "Second uncle said, your handwriting is not as beautiful as third uncle's."

"Nonsense," Jiang Hai told Xiaoyu a legend: "As for your second uncle and third uncle's calligraphy, I taught them step by step back then. How could it not be..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Hai was suddenly stunned: "Xiao Bai, did you write this? Your calligraphy has improved very quickly recently!"

Jiang Xiaobai, who was sitting on a back chair and eating fried rice balls, said: "My third uncle taught me step by step."

"Huh?" Jiang Hai looked at his daughter's big calligraphy again: "Xiaoyu, why don't you learn from your third uncle?"

"I learned it," Jiang Xiaoyu raised his finger and pointed at a few simple paintings on the wall: "I learned painting from my third uncle."

"oh,"

Looking at the two talented children in front of him, Jiang Hai was deeply pleased: "You two will study hard with your third uncle first, and then dad will come back with two calligraphy and paintings to hang up..."

As soon as the Fantasia started, someone shouted from outside.

"Brother," Jiang Shan put his head into the room: "With your current status, how many train sleeper tickets can you buy?"

"Hey," Jiang Hai: "Then I can't just buy as much as I want..."

"The train leaves from Yanjing Station," Jiang Shan forgot to mention: "The train is tomorrow night."

"The train departs from Yanjing?" Jiang Hai was a little unsure: "Or will it leave tomorrow?"

"If it's not difficult, just give me five cards," Jiang Shan smiled brightly like a galaxy: "I'm sorry for you."

"As soon as you talk to me," Jiang Hai stood up and walked out of the hut, "nothing will be easy."

"Is it difficult to do?"

"It has to be done even if it's difficult," Jiang Hai and Lao Sansi put their hands around and lit their cigarettes: "Five, right? I'll call you right away."

While his elder brother was on the phone, Jiang Shan came to Li Ruocheng's window.

"Uncle Li, please keep it. This is a good thing."

Li Ruocheng took it and took a look, but didn't see anything good: "What is this?"

"First day seal," Jiang Shan emphasized: "Monkey Ticket's first day seal."

A total of only 9,400 first-day covers of the Gengshen Monkey Ticket were issued.

Although it was issued on the same day as the Monkey Ticket, there was no big deal due to the scarcity of the quantity.

Compared with the early appearance of Monkey Piao, the first-day cover image of Monkey Piao has always troubled Shao Bolin.

Until he learned that on the first day of the first lunar month in 1980, which was the day the monkey tickets were issued, Asia would stage a celestial spectacle that had never been seen in a century: a total solar eclipse.

Only then did he immediately design a first-day cover for the Gengshen Year: God’s will is mine.

"There are so many ways to collect stamps," Li Ruocheng still didn't see any good points: "Why is there just one?"

He remembered an edition of 80 monkey tickets.

"Just be content, there aren't more than 10,000 envelopes in the world," Jiang Shan made an analogy: "Even my eldest brother didn't get one."

"Hey, I have to keep it well!" Li Ruocheng immediately felt that the piece of paper in his hand was unusual.

Two laymen were chatting about the issuance of stamps. Jiang Hai walked out of the room after making a phone call.

"Third brother, we've already agreed on the ticket, but how can I give it to you?"

"Don't worry about these little things," Jiang Shan hurriedly greeted him: "I will send someone with money to pick up the tickets then."

"See, Uncle Li, the third one is getting more and more productive now," Jiang Hai also leaned against Li Ruocheng's window: "You can even deploy people in Yanjing."

Li Ruocheng put the first-day cover into the drawer: "It's not a matter of time."

"Manager Ye from Happy Coke, you haven't contacted me for a long time," Jiang Shan said by words and deeds: "As soon as I heard that Coca-Cola also came to visit us, he immediately came to call me brother and sister again."

I am lucky enough to have a second life. Let’s not talk about anything else. I can take care of a lot of people with just one hand!

Jiang Hai: "The factories are so busy nowadays, why do we need to advertise!"

"Some of our companies are not good at this," Jiangshan said, knowing that it would be in vain:

"Remember to eat and not to eat. Just two days after the good days, the sense of crisis is lifted. If you look at the way foreigners eat, they are really eating from the pot and thinking about what is in other people's bowls."

"So I made it clear to the chapter that day," Jiang Hai said: "Since we want to open the country for business, we have to listen to what we have to say. Otherwise, we will definitely suffer big losses."

"That's right," Jiang Shan felt that his elder brother was right: "Especially the sugar-coated bullets from capitalists, you must not only learn to dismantle them, but also learn to assemble them..."

Under thousands of stars, among the winding alleys.

The two good men of the Jiang family are passionately discussing the direction of economic development.

suddenly,

"Keep your voices down,"

Jiang Ma's voice came from the main room: "What did Mike just say?"

Jiang Xiaobai, who was also watching TV, heard clearly: "He said: OK, I will kill your general."

"Grandma, listen to me," Jiang Xiaoyu had a different opinion: "Mike said okay, I promise you general."

In the early 1980s, every household was obsessed with the CCTV TV series "The Man from the Bottom of the Atlantic".

People watch TV at home if they have the conditions, and go to other people's homes to create conditions if they don't.

It was from this moment on that the household ownership rate of TV sets across the country began to increase exponentially.

But at this time, there is also a group of people who would rather give up "The Man from the Bottom of the Atlantic" and stay on the front line of work.

Under the leadership of Comrade Jiang He, the painting of billboards throughout the Ten Thousand Sports Center was finally completed successfully.

At the same time, in an office of the Light Industry Bureau, there was still a brightly lit scene, and a battle was imminent.

Secretary Shen stood beside the desk, panting and accompanying Xiao Xing.

And in front of him, Xu Muchun, who was suppressing his anger, was talking on the phone trying to reason.

"Renchunfengdu Company has already reduced Coca-Cola billboards to two,"

Director Xu was very patient when dealing with this department at the same level: "Reform will always have a painful process. You can't just come back and call your parents as soon as something goes wrong."

When saying this, Xu Muchun remembered what Jiang Shan said to him:

[For a company, a little pressure is not a bad thing. Otherwise, not only will it not take its opponents seriously in the future, but it will also take the government's help as a matter of course.]

Although Jiang Shan didn't mention himself at all, he was actually reminding everyone: Don't treat Section Chief Jiang as a cadre.

Since he can choose planA, of course he can also choose planB.

No advertising company in the world has this ridiculous concept of "loyalty".

Don't think that the Pujiang government is now jealous of foreigners.

In a few years, Coca-Cola will be welcomed with gongs and drums again and settled in Zhengguanghe Soda Factory.

And Coca-Cola’s liquid gold will also flow from Happy Coke’s assembly line.

Ordinarily, Jiangshan went to great lengths to make plans for Happy Coke and set up defenses in advance, just not to let him go to the old covenant in his previous life.

But in the final analysis, these are not things that Jiangshan has the final say on.

After all, the Coca-Cola they were facing was a World 500 bandit that the United States announced to withdraw its troops from Vietnam, and within 24 hours it parachuted Coca-Cola into the Vietnamese market.

How can Jiangshan be willing to talk about such a company?

"Can you protect these companies for a lifetime?"

Seeing that the other party was not making any progress, Xu Muchun simply lowered his voice: "Besides, do you know how many companies Chunfengdu Company has helped in the past six months?"

The voice on the phone was still moving and full of emotion.

No matter how I explained it, the other party still hoped that Xu Muchun would come forward to persuade Coca-Cola to stop advertising.

After all, the Propaganda Department was already speechless.

Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound.

Xu Muchun slammed the documents on the table.

"Do you know how busy I am every day? If you really have nothing to do,"

Obviously, Director Xu’s patience has run out:

"I might as well leave these recirculation factories that I have in my hands under your control.

If it doesn't work, your department might as well take some tough measures.

As long as you can remove the Coca-Cola billboard on Nanjing Road and put up the Coca-Cola counter in Youyi Shopping Mall.

There is no need for you to come forward, I will go to the Sports Center myself and knock down the Coca-Cola billboard."
To be continued...