Director Hu handed over the test papers in his hand to the typesetting workers.

In this era of independent laser illumination machine developed independently in China, there was no era of mass production. Except for mainstream national newspapers such as the People's Daily, most newspapers and printing use manual layout.

The typewriter took the paper and didn't raise his head. He glanced at the contents on the paper and swept his hands through the lattice. He swept the metal movable type into his hands.

The proficiency of this skill is like the use of keyboards for young people in the new era, as natural as breathing.

Director Hu has also received many people who came to "inspection" over the years and said casually, "For the convenience of searching, the lead type lattice frame is classified according to radicals..."

The whole paper was arranged in just a few minutes.

The worker moved the arranged version to another table, where a dedicated person was responsible for proofreading.

"This is the proofreading process, but proofreading is not omnipotent. We can achieve a typo rate of about 5% of ten thousand. There is still a certain gap between the typo rate of two% of ten thousand of the People's Daily, but it is already the first one."

Director Hu continued to talk.

After checking the shift, I went directly to the quite ancient printing machine.

This printing machine is different from what Lin Yi has seen in the past. It is not only different from manual printing of ink wax paper, nor is it printing through electronic control programs in the future, but a purely mechanical printing machine that relies on gears and gears to mesh each other.

Although it does not seem as flexible as a printing machine with electronic control programs, it is like a mechanical watch that has a backward but pure mechanical beauty.

It’s a pity that no matter how beautiful it is, it is just a tool.

You cannot take it out like a watch as a symbol of identity.

Therefore, there became the tears of the times and turned into molten iron.

An artistic journey of an exam paper.

The test paper handwritten by Lin Yi went through one process after another and finally turned into a test paper.

Lin Yi held the test paper that was still warm and fell into his hand, and he felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

"How is it? It's not bad." Principal Jia asked with a smile.

"Very good!" Lin Yi nodded. Compared with the ink printing of small handmade workshops in school, this is a sign of an era.

If you ignore it, the dark color can be used to see the straw from time to time, and the pen may wet a large piece of paper when it falls on it.

However, Lin Yi also knew that if you use paper well, you would not be able to make a profit.

"I'll go to the bathroom. This person is not good at age. Lao Hu, please accompany Lin Yi for a while." Principal Jia laughed at himself and walked outside.

As soon as Principal Jia left, Lin Yi knew that the highlight was coming.

He said to Director Hu, "Uncle Hu, how do we usually calculate the money when printing test papers from outside?"

Director Hu didn't think much about it, "Five hundred pieces of printing are like this kind of straw paper, one sheet of eight-fold paper, one sheet of three cents for one face and two faces and five cents for two faces."

"If all the test papers we brought are printed with one thousand copies, how much will it cost?" Lin Yi asked.

"I'll count it." Director Hu counted the papers, "There are twenty pieces in total, and each one is one thousand yuan. However, you have many math papers here. This paper with special symbols and non-standard patterns requires one cent to add one cent to each. Why? Asked so carefully, do you want to pay for it yourself?"

Director Hu joked.

"Yes! I just want to pay for it myself!" Lin Yi nodded.

Director Hu was stunned for a moment, "You kid doesn't have a fever, right?"

"Of course not!" Lin Yi took out a passbook, "There is a thousand dollars on it, the password is 53142, and what will I give you when you send the remaining change to school?"

China's financial system was still relatively backward in this era.

Not only is there no network connection between a bank, but it is not a real-name system.

Although Lin Yi saved a lot of money, in this era when there is no electronic payment, it is not only unsafe to carry a lot of money with him, but also a hard work.

Although there are personal checks, they do not recognize them in most places.

Therefore, Lin Yi took a compromise method, carrying several passbooks with different denominations, which were used to make large payments.

Anyway, this kind of passbook is unnamed. As long as it has the original passbook and can orally state the correct password, it can withdraw the money smoothly.

Director Hu took the passbook in surprise. He opened the first page of the passbook and saw that the account opening person above was named "Huluwa", and there was only a deposit page of 1,000 yuan below.

"Shouldn't this money be paid for by your school?" Director Hu asked.

Lin Yi smiled, "You also know that schools don't have much money. I just saw that you are also printing other test papers. The printing volume is very large. Those are the schools that are buying orders, right? That way, printing is cheaper?"

"Have you discovered all this?" Director Hu was a little surprised. "Yes, print 10,000 pieces at a time, and one paper can cost two cents less. If you print 20,000 pieces, one piece will cost two cents."

"When will I be able to print so many prints at once? Isn't it cheap?"

"Of course, haha! Do you want to print so many more pictures?" Director Hu laughed.

When Principal Jia came back, he felt relieved when he saw Lao Hu and Lin Yi talking and laughing.

He felt that Lin Yi didn't look like a hard-working material, so he felt that he became more and more cute.

"Old Hu, then we'll leave?" Principal Jia said, "The money for this batch of papers will be settled together next time."

"What's next time? Classmate Lin has settled the bill with me just now." Old Hu cursed with laughter.

"What? I've paid for it?" Principal Jia was stunned.

In this era, one thousand yuan is not a small amount. Even Principal Jia wants to take out one thousand yuan in private, let alone an ordinary high school student.

Lin Yi showed a row of white teeth, "I was thinking that I should pay for the money."

Principal Jia knew that the Lin Yi family was an ordinary dual-employed family, so where did the money come from?

He shook his head and did not ask.

But when he was taking the bus back to the school, Principal Jia said seriously, "Lin Yi, your future journey is still long, why can't you do illegal things?"

Lin Yi thought about the future laws that could not be prohibited, which would harm others and enrich his own people.

He replied seriously, "I know."

Principal Jia sighed secretly. Sometimes a child is not smart and hopes that he can be smarter, but if he is too smart, he hopes that it is not so smart.

Because smart people always like to take shortcuts.
Chapter completed!