infodatos Chapter 310 The Meaning Of Living
Chapter 310 The Meaning Of Living
Lu Min, Xia Zhouyuan, An Jun, Xiao Wu, and Fei Yi Xunbing divided into four groups to deliver the last issue of the Youth Evening News to the cities that subscribed to the Youth Evening News.
When handing over to the other party, everyone notified the person in charge of the connection:
Hanshi's newspapers were upgraded to New Youth and changed to morning newspapers.
Price unchanged.
I don’t know whether the people in charge listened to the other rhetoric.
But the sentence that the price remains unchanged is very illustrative.
Isn’t it just that the sales time has been changed?
What's more important is that the first issue of Youth Evening News has been sold locally for several hundred yuan!
If you missed the first issue of New Youth, wouldn’t you be throwing a lot of money into the water?
After understanding this truth, suppliers and sellers immediately understood!
shut up and take my money!
order!
As a result, orders came in like a snowflake.
In order to meet the demand for these orders, Hanshi's printing factory worked overtime until past ten o'clock in the evening.
Jiang Yize watched the superpowers carrying newspapers out of the factory gate. They would rush to various parts of Jiangsu Province overnight.
The sales volume of the first issue of New Youth was somewhat unexpected.
It has easily exceeded 10 million print runs.
This made Jiang Yize feel a little better.
The sun has quietly appeared in the east.
The dew wet Jiang Yize's clothes, and he glanced at the vendors outside the door.
Although it is almost early summer, the temperature at night is still relatively cold for ordinary people.
In order to ensure that their stalls do not need to be rearranged the next day, many vendors take sleeping bags and sleep on the spot.
Jiang Yize jumped off the roof and walked towards a small stall selling fried rice noodles.
The owner of the fried rice noodle stall, Lao Wang, is a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard. He is tapping his feet, waiting for the last customers who may come.
To be honest, Jiang Yize has noticed this Lao Wang for a long time.
His sleep time is a bit short.
At this time, Jiang Yize felt that he was almost exhausted, but there was only one force supporting him.
Jiang Yize deliberately made the sound of footsteps, and the troubled Lao Wang didn't notice it until Jiang Yize came closer.
Without raising his head, Lao Wang skillfully opened the gas hot pot and prepared to stir-fry rice noodles.
"What do you want to eat, boss?"
A dull sound came from the chest of Lao Wang, the owner of the fried rice noodle stall.
Jiang Yize didn't interrupt him:
"Just have some pho."
In fact, this stall only has fried rice noodles as an option, but some people have some taboos.
Lao Wang's eyes have almost closed together, but the movements under his hands are skillful.
Soon, a warm portion of fried rice noodles was handed to Jiang Yize.
At this time, Lao Wang realized who the person in front of him was:
"Xiao Jiang! It's you!"
Jiang Yize nodded, scanned the QR code to pay, and asked seemingly unintentionally:
"Old Wang, are you still awake?"
When Lao Wang heard this, the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, and he said with a sneer:
"Let's take a break after the morning rush hour."
Jiang Yize glanced at the time:
"It's only after five o'clock, why don't we take a break..."
Lao Wang excused himself:
"I can't sleep at night, I'll go back to sleep later..."
Jiang Yize glanced at the packages behind the stall, and there was no sleeping bag at all.
Jiang Yize nodded and walked away calmly.
Lao Wang, who was at the fried rice noodle stall, suddenly felt warm all over his body.
The sleepiness is just here.
Then take a break?
He lay flat on a piece of plastic film, closed his eyes, and snored slightly.
He didn't wake up until all his sleepiness was driven away by enough sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in a daze.
It seemed like a long time since I had such a good sleep.
etc!
What to do with business.
The vendor who made a living from fried rice noodles stood up suddenly and looked at his stall.
The stall was crowded with people.
He panicked.
Oops, isn't this delaying everyone's meal?
Looking again, I saw a man standing in front of his stove.
Isn't this the director of Hanshi Printing Factory, Xiao Jiang? !
Looking at the sun again, it was already evening.
Lao Wang, who was born as a small vendor, suddenly panicked:
"Boss Jiang, I'm sorry, I fell asleep.
Can you give me a way out? "
Jiang Yize turned around in surprise:
"What?"
The vendor next to him laughed:
"Hey, Lao Wang is so sleepy! Director Xiao Jiang cooks rice noodles for you, why don't you appreciate it?"
Lao Wang stayed on the spot.
What's the meaning?
Didn't Xiao Jiang occupy his own stall?
Seeing that he was still dazed, Jiang Yize quickly made two portions of fried rice noodles.
"Lao Wang, I've been making fried rice noodles for you for so long, so I won't pay you for these two portions."
With that said, Jiang Yize stuffed the fried rice noodles into his mouth and left.
Lao Wang was stunned there, but he heard the diners trying to persuade them to stay:
"Director Jiang, don't leave. Your craftsmanship is much better than Lao Wang's."
Lao Wang returned to the stove at the fried rice noodle stall and listened to the diners recounting what happened:
The little ginger factory manager saw that he had not slept all night, so he planned to help him for a while.
Who would have thought that he slept for more than twelve hours at once.
Even plans in the factory are discussed with the factory director at the stall.
One diner who had queued three or four times smacked his lips and said:
"Old Wang, your skill in fried rice noodles is not half as good as that of Director Xiao Jiang..."
Roaring laughter rang out from the crowd, and Lao Wang shed tears while frying the noodles.
Lao Wang has a child in his hometown, and he works so hard to make money in the prosperous Jinling.
Just because I want to save one million to buy a tube of genetic mutation medicine for my child.
F grade.
one million.
He has raised more than 800,000 yuan.
But at this moment, the man, who was in tears, suddenly gave up this idea.
It seems that an ordinary person can live a good life.
Look at the employees at Hanshi Printing Factory, all of them have smiling faces.
He was one of the first vendors stationed at Hanshi Gate. He saw many sad-looking people entering the factory with his own eyes.
But he came out smiling.
The most critical place that determines a person's spirit is the eyes.
And there is a light in their eyes.
Called hope.
He made up his mind.
Anyway, I haven’t saved enough money yet, so let’s take over the child first.
At least here, he could feel the meaning of a mortal's life.
I'm sorry for being born a mortal?
No, Lao Wang felt a glimmer of meaning in living.