Cai Gaoli's sinister words "Director Guo", and Cai Gaozhi was immediately stunned...

After saying that, Cai Gaoli took a few quick steps, grabbed the phone on the table and shook it. It was said that it was impossible to get a phone number at his level, but the only granary in the whole society was too important, so he installed the phone number in case of emergency.

The phone ran out quickly. Cai Gaoli tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart and told the whole thing. From the beginning to the end, Guo Minjia did not interrupt. After hearing it, he flirted with the phone with a sentence "strict confidentiality". Cai Gaoli knew that Guo Minjia was as excited as he was. No, he was even more excited than himself, because the breathing sound from the earpiece was almost as close to the broken second-hand electric fan he bought.

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There is a small courtyard ten meters northwest of Changning Street, with trees planted in it. I heard that it was the leader who led this organization back then, and the name contained this word. I especially like in spring, watching them bloom in full bloom, which indicates his own political prospects.

Although this courtyard is located in this ministries and the center of the power organs with high-rise buildings seems a bit annoying, no one dares to take it lightly because this courtyard is low. On the contrary, this place is really the most important place for the attention of the world and the focus of the top leaders, because this place is the editorial department of "Red Flag" magazine.

"Red Flag" magazine is the mouthpiece of the party newspaper that stands with "National Daily" and "National Defense Forces Daily". It can be said that it is the main battlefield for the world to lead the trend of thought. From this small courtyard, I don't know how many important programmatic reports have been issued. It can be said that it controls the relative truth of the entire Republic in the 1960s and 1970s. As for whom the absolute truth is in, it is not something you and I can say.

Today is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the editorial department of "Chinqi" has been full of staff, and the busiest material subjects are already noisy. Because tomorrow is the day to publish the publication, now, the editors are busy writing articles, or collecting materials reported from various places, choosing iconic ones, refining, summarizing, and publishing them on the front page.

"Secretary Shi, I think this press release from Jianghan Province is quite sensational. If it is placed on our front page, it will definitely produce very good publicity effects."

A girl wearing a pink cotton coat handed a newspaper to Shi Jianfei, who was writing. The girl was beautiful, with her big watery eyes staring straight at Shi Jianfei's two sword eyebrows that flew into her temples, making her look a little confused.

"Oh. Thank you, Xiaojiang, Xiaojiang..."

When Shi Jianfei reached out to pick him up, the girl was still staring at him intently, holding his hands tightly. Shi Jianfei twitched a few times, and without twitching, she called out softly. The girl came to her senses, and a simple oval face was immediately covered with red clouds. She stuffed the newspaper into Shi Jianfei's arms, turned around and escaped.

"Secretary Shi, I think Xiao Jiang is interested in you."

"Xiao Wang. Don't talk nonsense. Although Xiao Jiang is good, he is absolutely not worthy of Section Chief Shi."

"Oh, Brother Li, look at my memory. I have forgotten the identity of our section chief. I should beat him, and I should beat him..."

"Okay, don't sing with me here. Donglaishun mutton hotpot at noon, this is OK."

"Section chief is righteous!"

"Boss Shi is kind!"

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Shi Jianfei is almost the same type of person as Xue Xiang. No matter where he is, he can become the focus. If you put a sentence on the lines in the movies of Zhou Xingxing in later generations, these two people should be fireflies in the night, always so dazzling.

Shi Jianfei put down the newspaper and recruited it. He remembered his long and graceful figure, black hair like a waterfall, gem-like eyes, and flawless face. How awe-inspiring that fairy-like figure should be, but her hand was in his hand. As soon as he thought of this, Shi Jianfei suddenly felt uncomfortable in his chest.

He took a sip of tea and drove away the thoughts in his heart. Shi Jianfei buried his head and read the report. He only read the section in the agricultural version, and he lost most of his interest first. "Chinqi" magazine highlights theoretical research, and this achievement of agricultural convenience can't stand it no matter how hard it is.

Looking at the title "The Peach Blossom Spring in the Mountain Village", Shi Jianfei gradually became interested and continued to read it. Unexpectedly, this reading lasted for more than an hour, with just over a thousand five words. Shi Jianfei read it no less than five times because the reports in it were really shocking.

A small mountain village owed more than 1,000 yuan in the past year last year. In just one year, it actually achieved more than 125,000 yuan in the commune's income. The per capita income has increased from less than 10 yuan to 1,000 yuan now. The rice production this autumn is 500,000 kilograms, which is the sum of 1955 to 1976. Now the production team has a 5,000-ton pig farm, a 5,000-ton feed factory, and a vegetable greenhouse planting base. All members have lived in the building and tap water is available...

Shi Jianfei became more and more excited as he read this report five times. It was not because of how exciting the manuscript was written, but because Shi Jianfei calculated income and expenditures based on the specific data in the manuscript, and assessed whether there was moisture or how much water. However, after reading the black and white photos of the pig farm in the newspaper, the fat pig like the sea and the waves, and his own estimate, it was basically determined that the Kuoshantun in this manuscript had made real achievements.

Such a wonderful material, with his own brilliant writing, once it is published, the effect must be sensational, and it may be another Dazhai Village. While organizing the materials in his heart, Shi Jianfei thought about how to highlight the key points: How great is the captain who was blown in the Jianghan Evening News? I have to come up with a different idea... No, captain, Beijing, 18 years old, Xue Xiang...

A series of keywords were organized together, and Shi Jianfei became more and more unfair to think about it. It wasn’t that little girl? Thinking about it again, the young girl also said “sent to the place”, maybe she went down to become an official, damn it!

Shi Jianfei cursed inwardly, picked up the phone on the table and shook it. Shi Jianfei went around and started a relationship. Even his second uncle, who was the top leader in Jianghuai Province, used it. Finally, he confirmed the identity of the captain of Kuoshantun, which was Xue Xiang!

When Shi Jianfei was gritting his teeth and annoyed, the girl surnamed Jiang turned back and asked softly: "Secretary Shi, you have finished reading that manuscript. How about it? If possible, should we forward the original version, or reorganize the materials and refine new arguments?"

"Let's go first. The people below love Daxiong the most. The data above is amazing. I think it's better to verify it. After all, our "Red Flag" is not as serious and correct as the local tabloids."

"Well, Section Chief Shi said it very well. OK, I'll look for other materials." Zhan Mei, a girl surnamed Jiang, chuckled and said, she was about to leave.

"Xiao Jiang, have lunch together, how about it?"

"Um…"

"There are also Xiao Wang and Xiao Li, Dong Laishun, and mutton hotpot"

"Okay, I'll arrive as soon as I'm there."

"No, let's go together then, I have a car."

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Shi Jianfei was unwilling to promote political achievements for Xue Xiang, so he pressed the materials, but such a sensational news was not something Shi Jianfei could press. That afternoon, Xue Xiang saw the report on Kuoshantun on the front page of Yangming Daily. Then, Xinhua Daily, Beijing Evening News, and "News on the Weekly" were published, all of which were black and bold and thick reports, all of which were praises.

Although the influence of this newspaper is slightly inferior to that of two newspapers and one magazine, it is also a famous newspaper nationwide. As soon as this newspaper was released, it was not entirely known throughout the world. After Xue Xiang collected major newspapers and magazines, he locked himself in his room. Under the pale yellow halo, he held his pen and drew a horizontal line on the newspaper's reports about himself word by word.

In this way, I found that while promoting the achievements made by Kaoshantun, all newspapers and magazines calculated more than 80 of their contributions to themselves, and all kinds of names and hats flew overwhelmingly. Xue Xiang stared at the titles of "young model workers", "model struggle", and "dream maker of socialism", and suddenly shivered.

Dingling, Dinglingling, the phone in the main hall rang.

"Long guy, come out to answer the phone. It was called by the uncle with smooth hair."

Xue Xiang ran out of the door, rubbed the little guy's head, and asked her to continue watching TV, then took the phone call.

"Xiao Xue, you are really not a fuel-efficient lamp. You never stop anywhere. Who would have thought that the small valley of Kaoshantun would make you so much trouble? Haha..."

An Zaihai was filled with joy. He now completely regarded Xue Xiang as his nephew. He was very honored to be able to make Kushantun so prosperous.

Xue Xiang's face was as deep as water and whispered: "Second uncle, you are the manuscripts in those big newspapers..."

"Silly little, you are not a waste of your second uncle. You also underestimate your second uncle, the executive vice minister of the Central Propaganda Department. In front of me, can those newspapers be called big newspapers? Wait for a good show, your second uncle is not so stingy. He just printed a version of the "National Daily". You haven't read it yet, haha..."

An Zaihai is a person with a temperament, and Xue Xiang made him like it. When he heard that Xue Xiang had achieved his achievements, he immediately tried his best to help him and vowed to give Xue Xiangfen a big gift.

When Xue Xiang heard that even the Daily News had been involved, he felt even more uneasy. He didn't care about looking closely with An Zaihai, and he couldn't reveal the "big things" he did in Kaoshantun. He couldn't even say anything to An Zaihai not to help him, so he threw off the phone and ran out.

As soon as he ran to the gate, he collided with Kang Tong.

"Brother, good news, good news, you see, everything you have reported in Kaoshantun, and you have also been to the Daily News." Kang Tong looked happy and held a stack of newspapers in his hand, which changed his previous silent nature.

Xue Xiang didn't even have time to talk about it, so he found the daily newspaper and spread it out. The front page headlines were painted with five black regular script characters "The No. 1 Village in the World". Every word was as bright as a shiny thing, making him almost blind.

ps: Recommend a masterpiece "Official Art", which has 70,000 words and is a series of exquisite ones. Please enjoy it. (To be continued)

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