It would be fine if the scalpers appeared, but they were all from other schools, and even young people outside the school lined up overnight to sell books.

Xue Xiang secretly inquired, and the black market's "Leaf Crocodile" was actually priced at a price of more than 4 times, which was more than four times higher than their issue price. Xue Xiang didn't care about other issues, such as guiding bad habits and promoting the slutty sounds, but only when the wind of reselling and selling started, Yanyuan was in an increasingly chaotic trend, which made him feel lost.

After all, Beijing University is nowhere else. Although it is just a university, it is a place of attention. He is not willing to take charge of disturbing the campus, so he decided to stop the sale early, and finally calmed down the tide.

More than 1,600 copies of "Leaf Crocus" were sold for 80 cents each, and a total of more than 2,900 yuan was sold. It was like a golden lump fell from the sky. The whole family was stunned by the sufferings of the Propaganda Department. Xue Xiangzi didn't see this little money, and left enough operating funds for the next year, and gave all the rest to everyone for welfare. Of course, it was not to discover the money, but to pay attention to the impact, but to turn it into physical objects. This made Li Li and his group very happy. The Propaganda Department of Lengya, which has always been the cold yamen, has really made the year of fat.

Each person divided twenty kilograms of pork, ten kilograms of soybean oil, one bag of rice, and two boxes of fruit. Everyone was so happy that they almost shouted "Long live Secretary Xue"!

In Dafali City, another department was looking red. You should know that even when the year was distributed together, the publicity department was always the worst. Because the funds were controlled by Liu Gao, Liu Gao played a trick, and evenly divided the four departments, that is, the funds for each department were equal, and distributed to each secretary. They distributed them. In this way, the problem arises. Liu Gao's group office has the least number of people. If they spread evenly to each person, the distribution will naturally be the most. The Propaganda Department, the cold yamen, has the most people, and the distribution will naturally be the least.

But now, the universe is reversed and the yin and yang are overturned. The Propaganda Department suddenly got such a big pie, one bag after another, and one bucket after another, and who can see the rest of the department?

Especially Zhang Jinsong. Looking at the office of the Propaganda Department, a bunch of people were coming and going to my house, his heart almost didn't burn. He was not jealous, but was really embarrassed. It turned out that when the group office issued the New Year, he received a portion from Liu Gaokou, and he specially brought the oil and pig legs to the office of the Propaganda Department to show off. In addition, Xue Xiang was incompetent, which caused everyone to suffer. But today, the Propaganda Department was actually thriving in the world, and it was a fat New Year's goods like mountains and seas. Didn't he slapped his mouth? How could he feel good?

So in the past few days, he simply stopped running to the office of the Propaganda Department. He was fine and stayed in Liu Gao's office. Just now, he had just muttered a few words to his former confidant Cao Xiaobao in the corner, and a gust of wind crashed into Liu Gao's office.

"Secretary Liu, I've found out clearly. This time the Propaganda Department really caught a big fish in the net. The whole family has collected nearly a thousand yuan, which is almost enough to cover the funds of our Youth League Committee for half a year." Zhang Jinsong crashed into the door and spoke.

Liu Gao, behind the desk over there, was caught off guard, and under conditioned reflex, stuffed the things at hand into the newspaper, waiting to see the person clearly. He cursed: "Zhang Jinsong, what's wrong with you? No matter how you go back, you don't knock on the door. You think I'm your propaganda department, and the door has been damaged several times."

Zhang Jinsong ate the front line, but muttered in his heart: The Propaganda Department has changed a lot, so I dare not hit the Propaganda Department.

This thought flashed, and Zhang Jinsong became curious again: Why is Liu Gao so popular today? He didn't even hit the door a few times before? Could it be that my uncle, Secretary Wang, blamed him for not sending him a letter?

At this point, Zhang Jinsong calmed down a lot: "Secretary Liu, I'm sorry, sorry, it's mine, I'll pay attention next time. In addition, what you asked me to inquire about, I...hey!"

Halfway through his words, Zhang Jinsong suddenly said "Huh" and said, it turned out that Liu Gao was holding a magazine in his hand. The big red regular script "Leaf Crocodile" was printed in the center of the magazine's blue shell, which was the publication of the Propaganda Department. A small half of the "Leaf Crocodile" was pressed in the newspaper, which seemed that Liu Gao had not had time to hide it.

"Secretary Liu, you also read this, right? I want me to say that this sour poem is really full of sluggishness, decay, and depravity. Xue Xiang did this, and was changing the propaganda direction of the Youth League Committee and sang opposite to our Red League Principles. It's..." Zhang Jinsong seized the opportunity and smashed a series of parallel sentences like a scattered sequel, full of momentum.

Unexpectedly, the tsunami of mountains and waves met Liu Gao's cold face and disappeared in an instant, because Liu Gao didn't let Zhang Jinsong finish his words and slapped the table.

With a loud bang, Liu Gao stood up suddenly, pointed at Zhang Jinsong and scolded: "You know nothing!"

Although the four words are short but powerful, they truly reproduce Liu Gao's mood at this time.

By the way, Liu Gao was also a serious young man at that time, especially obsessed with the poetry of the Crescent School. However, when the world was unhappy, he could not tolerate those windy and snowy nights. In addition, he stepped into the career of officialdom, and since then he said goodbye to the poets who were sad about spring and autumn. Later, he was afraid of affecting himself by the torture of "several reversals and several destructions", so he even put all the collections he had collected for many years, and even the letters he had communicated with his pen pals in the Qing Dynasty.

After many years, Liu Gao's restless heart has completely died, and he was only pursuing fame and fortune and struggling to the officialdom. Today, by chance, he saw this leaf clover. Those soft poems, Fang Buddha turned into a hot spring, slowly pouring into his dead heart. At this moment, Liu Gao was standing on a black-sailed boat under the Cambridge, traversing along the soft waves, holding an oil paper umbrella in the narrow rain alley, waiting for a girl with sorrow like a lilac. She was drunk and felt mixed, and when she felt, the door broke, and a panicked fat white appeared in front of her. What should you think Liu Gao was in?

Zhang Jinsong's behavior of "hanging pants under the flowers" has not only wiped out Liu Gao's joy, but also ravaged Liu Gao's only remaining little noble soul.

"What the hell is going on, tell me!"

After a tenderness was wiped out, Liu Gao returned to normal, but he still felt that the fat face in front of him was disgusting.

Zhang Jinsong couldn't figure out which style Liu Gao was trying to get, so he had to endure it with such grievances in his heart: "Secretary Liu, what I mean is Xue Xiang's asset jj restoration in "Leaf Crocodile" and promote the corruption of asset jj. I think the Youth League Committee should be in a state."1

Liu Gao threw away the "Leaf Crocodile" hidden by half, looked at Zhang Jinsong deeply, and said slowly: "It should be morphological, but it should not be morphological in our Youth League Committee, but the school Youth League Committee should be morphological in it."

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January 21, 1979, the 20th day of the 12th lunar month, is the young New Year in the north. At that time, the entire Sijiu City was shrouded in a strong festive celebration. Major universities have already had holidays, and Peking University is no exception. Students have holidays, and teachers have naturally had holidays, but some people are exceptional, that is, the year-end summary meeting of major administrative systems is in full swing.

The year-end summary meeting of the Youth League Committee of the University of Beijing University was selected as the auditorium. This is the auditorium that the University of Beijing University of Beijing has the largest number. The Youth League Committee can get this auditorium during the intensive meeting period. It is naturally not because the school party committee attaches importance to the work of the Youth League Committee, but because the "many people" of the Youth League Committee are the cold yamen.

The auditorium nearly Baping is decorated solemnly. Although it has not been covered with carpets or lanterns, it has been carefully crafted. The entire venue is full of great prosperity, which really creates a prosperous atmosphere. The meeting has been held for more than two hours since 1:30 in the afternoon. Jia Quan, deputy secretary of the Party Committee of the School, who is in charge of the League work, presided over the meeting and delivered a speech. Liu Zhengyang, secretary of the Youth League Committee, and Wang Wuliang, first deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee, made speeches in turn.

During the entire meeting, all the big guys read the subject according to the script and talked about it clichés, just to look back on the past, comment on the present, and look forward to the future. Although several people won’t be able to applause for a long time, they were not feeling at least. At least Xue Xiang felt that way. Because he was the deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee, although he only had the card to enjoy the treatment of the department level, Xue Xiang still sat with a group of department level cadres, ranking very high, just in the middle of the second row.

Xue Xiang was actually very dissatisfied with this seat. If he had known that it was such a warm meeting, he would have tried to sneak to the back seat. The seat is now so conspicuous, facing the rostrum. When the leaders on the stage read the draft, they almost didn't have to raise their eyes. The aftermath could scan this position in the aftermath, which made Xue Xiang want to take a secret nap.

When Xue Xiangzheng felt sleepy, he didn't expect it to start suddenly.

The leaders on the rostrum spoke one by one. Jia Quan, deputy secretary of the school party committee who presided over the conference, summarized the speeches of the big guys and asked symbolically who else was going to speak. Unexpectedly, this polite question ignited the conference's best.

Wang Wuliang, the first deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee of the school, stood up and took the microphone and said, "Secretary Jia, Secretary Liu, comrades, today's meeting was very good and very enthusiastic. I was also immersed in the joy of the work of the Youth League Committee and the development of Beijing University of China thrives. However, something happened recently and has been stuck in my heart, like a thorn in my throat, and I can't vomit. Of course, the reason why I asked to get it at the meeting was naturally not my private matter, but a bad trend that has recently blown up by our Youth League Committee."

Wang Wuliang was forty-seven or eight, with a strong village head, neither fat nor thin, but majestic. As soon as he sold the pass, the audience was silent, and no one was drowsy anymore. Even Xue Xiang woke up suddenly, feeling a little uneasy, because he saw Liu Gao's eyes on his left side turning towards him, and a faint smile appeared on his face. He thought about what Li Li muttered to him in private - Zhang Jinsong seemed to be the in-laws of Secretary Wang of the Youth League Committee, and he confirmed it with two sides, and he screamed in his heart.

There will be another chapter in the early morning of ps, at least tomorrow will be updated. I hope everyone can recommend it to Jiangnan when they wake up tomorrow morning. Thank you! (To be continued)

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