The counterattack begins with Fan Shengmei in Ode to Joy

Chapter 290
Zhuang Ziqiang stayed at the government compound's home for more than a month. His mother, Jin Yueji, retired and stayed at home, chatting with him all day long. He occasionally went to Ma Shouchang's house to relax.

Since Zhou Bingyi went to school, he had a bicycle at home, and he rode it around the streets and alleys of Jichun City.

After wandering around for many days, Zhuang Ziqiang also got some ideas about this place based on the map.

Jiangliao Province can be regarded as a combination of the three northeastern provinces in the real world, and Jichun City, as the capital of Jiangliao Province, is similar to Changchun in the real world geographically.

One day in March, Jin Yueji happily told him that the work had been arranged properly, and Zhuang Ziqiang was honored to become an employee of the office of Jiangliao Provincial Publishing House, the kind with a staff.

Jiangliao Provincial Publishing House is a provincial-level publishing house, and Zhuang Ziqiang didn't know until he went there.

Party committees, labor unions, disciplinary committees, offices, finance, editor-in-chief, various branches...

A publishing house has more than a dozen departments and hundreds of people.

On the first day Zhuang Ziqiang went to work in the office, he experienced the advantages of cultural units.

A newspaper, a cup of tea, except when I come in the morning, as a newcomer, I help clean the table and mop the floor, basically nothing serious.

There are two rooms in the office, and there are two people in each room. Zhuang Ziqiang was arranged to sit in the same room with the director when he first arrived, sitting opposite.

"Director, is there anything going on in our office?"

The director, surnamed Liu, is in his 50s and is reading a newspaper with a pair of presbyopic glasses.

Hearing Zhuang Ziqiang's question, he took off his glasses and said with a smile, "Can't you be idle?"

Zhuang Ziqiang nodded, "It's been a long time, nothing happened, it's uncomfortable."

"If you can't stay, get off work early. Our office is such a place."

"Is that bad?"

"Then you just stay, you will know in a few days."

Indeed, as the director said, in a place like the office, there are only a few fixed tasks most of the time, and it is enough for two other colleagues to share.

In the past few days, except for the temporary arrangement of the leader, it was not Zhuang Ziqiang's turn to work at all.

He also observed that the publishing house has one radish and one hole, and the places with low entry barriers such as the back office and logistics department are the most difficult to enter. There are at least ten or eight notes from the president.

And he, a person with a junior high school education, had no signs before the Spring Festival, and came by airborne less than a month after the Spring Festival.

When he went to the cafeteria for lunch at noon, Zhuang Ziqiang could see many colleagues pointing behind his back, just guessing his origin.

After familiarizing himself with the situation, Zhuang Ziqiang's mind began to move. This afternoon, before three o'clock, Zhuang Ziqiang said to the director sitting opposite him: "Director, I have something to do today, so I'll leave early."

The director was buried in the newspaper, and hummed.

Zhuang Ziqiang took a special look at the director to confirm that there was no problem, and he left the office.

As soon as he left the unit, he saw the president coming back from the outside.

It's embarrassing for Nima, leaving early to meet a big leader.

"Hello, President!"

"Self-improvement! How are you doing in the office these days? I'm busy with work these days, and I don't have time to look at your work environment. Are you still getting used to it?"

President Hu's enthusiasm made Zhuang Ziqiang a little uncomfortable, and the two had never seen each other except for the first day at work.

But President Hu should know some of his background, otherwise he wouldn't be so enthusiastic.

"Very good, very good!"

"That's good. What is this for?"

"Oh. Well, I have something to do today, so I have to go first."

Zhuang Ziqiang told the truth.

"Then hurry up, don't delay the business."

Well, it is better to be a socialist leader!

Zhuang Ziqiang rode his bicycle on the road leisurely. He didn't mean to leave early on purpose, but he just wanted to try his hand at the publishing house's management system.

It seems that no matter where the system is tight or tight, it varies from person to person.

He also believed that the situation of being late and leaving early would definitely not be reflected by the two old comrades at home.

It can be seen from the contact just now that President Hu is a smart person.

He had nothing to do, left early and couldn't go home, so he went to the book warehouse in the club.

It has now become a restaurant called Jishantang.

There is a magazine called "Golden Land" in the publishing house. The former editor-in-chief is Shao Jingwen, who just retired last year. With the support of the magazine, Shao Jingwen started a restaurant with the library warehouse. He enlisted the help of Zhou Bingyi's younger brother Zhou Bingkun. Zhou Bingkun is now the manager of Jishantang.

"Bingkun!"

After entering Jishantang, Zhuang Ziqiang called Zhou Bingkun who was busy at the counter.

"Brother Ziqiang! Why are you here?" Zhou Bingkun had a simple and honest smile on his face.

"It's okay to be free, come and have a look, and identify the door, I'm working in the office of the publishing house now."

"Really?"

Zhou Bingkun's face was a little surprised, but also a little disappointed.

He used to be a worker at the Hongxing Lumber Factory, but was later fired by the timber factory and begged his sister's classmate Cai Xiaoguang, who arranged a job for him in a soy sauce factory.

In the past few years, the soy sauce factory has not been profitable. When Shao Jingwen approached him to start Jishantang, he hesitated. Although Jishantang is owned by a publishing house, he came here without a studio.

But now the efficiency of the soy sauce factory is getting worse and worse, and they cannot always be hanged on a tree.

Jishantang is the tertiary industry of Jiangliao Provincial Publishing House. If you do well here, you might be able to become a full-time official!
With such a mentality, Zhou Bingkun came to Jishantang, but he didn't expect Zhuang Ziqiang to advance to the publishing house.

Think about it too, he is the chief executive, so it's not just a matter of what unit he enters?

The two chatted for a while, Shao Jingwen, the former editor-in-chief of "Golden Land", came over, and Zhou Bingkun introduced them to both of them.

Shao Jingwen came to say hello, and then let the two of them talk.

"Brother Ziqiang, have you eaten yet? Come to my place to eat?"

"No, no, I have something to ask you today."

"What did you say?"

"A lot of you come here to eat, I want to collect some cigarettes and alcohol from you, do you think it's okay?"

As soon as Zhuang Ziqiang finished speaking, Zhou Bingkun immediately realized what he was going to do.

Reselling cigarettes|alcohol!
Tobacco and alcohol are still planned products these days, and the unified purchase and sales are still limited, but the demand of the common people is large, which creates opportunities for speculators to make a fortune.

Before that, Gong Wei, the film police officer of the optical film, asked him to help sell cigarettes and alcohol. Zhou Bingkun naturally knew how much profit there was.

But he is an honest person and a responsible person. Even if he has done it himself and knows that the profit is very high, he dare not jump on the edge of the law again and again.

That's right, reselling cigarettes|alcohol is illegal in this day and age.

He was a little embarrassed, "Brother Ziqiang, what do you think you are doing with this thing?"

"I can't tell you in detail, anyway, I have to earn money. Don't worry, if I don't come in, I will just pull people at the door of your restaurant. Even if someone comes to arrest you, it has nothing to do with you."

"Brother Ziqiang, I didn't mean that."

"It's okay, I understand. Do you think this can be done?"

Zhou Bingkun hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Zhuang Ziqiang said happily: "Okay, then it's settled. From now on, I'll come over every afternoon at lunch time and leave in two hours."

(End of this chapter)