Hello, 1983

After completing the formalities for accessing the Internet, Liu Qingshan threw his eldest brother to Cao Xiaofei and told him to put it in his bag.

The two girls didn't have bags, and they were holding the eldest brother carefully in their hands.

Xiaoxu's hands were small, so he had to hold both hands, so he shoved it into Senior Brother Hai's arms, and then clapped his little hands: It's easy now.

He Min smiled and said, Others have big brothers, so they can't wait to show it off in their hands, but you're better off, it's a burden.

She also liked this girl from the bottom of her heart, and she cultivated it in the direction of her successor, so she was willing to pay for Xiaoxu to buy a big brother.

Aunt Min, it's really heavy. Xiao Xu was a little coquettish. This sensitive girl obviously regarded He Min as a close elder.

When it was time to eat in the evening, Lin Zizhou also came. During this period of time, he was basically idle and had a lot of time.

Asked about Liu Qingshan's work arrangement, and learned that in the library, Lin Zizhou also nodded: Very good, it seems that the school leaders also intend to protect you.

He wasn't worried that Liu Qingshan was young and vigorous, so he didn't say anything to comfort him. He knew the young man in front of him better than most people.

The next day, Liu Qingshan finally officially went to work, and Aunt Lu happily found a set of Chinese stand-up collars for him, and the leather shoes also helped to keep them shiny.

You don't need to be so formal. Liu Qingshan couldn't help Aunt Lu's favor, so he could only change it.

Aunt Lu looked up and down, her mouth closed with joy: Look, how handsome our Qingshan is!

Boss, I'll take you there.

Cao Xiaofei wanted to drive Liu Qingshan to work, but Liu Qingshan chased him away and asked him to drive for Xiaoli today.

What a joke, even the leaders of the departments of Beijing University still ride bicycles.

Liu Qingshan pushed his familiar 28-bar, out of the alley, onto the street, and mixed into the torrent of bicycles.

There is also a pocket hanging on his handlebar, but there is no lunch box, and there is only a mobile phone in it.

He rode his bike all the way to the school gate and said hello to the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper also knew Liu Qingshan: Didn't you go to study abroad?

Oh,

Back to work. Liu Qingshan replied, and then pushed the cart into the campus.

Although from a student to a faculty member, Liu Qingshan's mood has not changed much.

He got back on his bike and went straight to the library. It was quiet here, and he came a little early.

Come on, let's continue to be a sweeper.

Liu Qingshan was fine when he was idle, and started cleaning again.

When the sweep was almost finished, only a few people came to work on bicycles one after another, and they felt a little strange when they saw Liu Qingshan.

Classmate, which department are you in, you are about to go to class, go back to class first, thank you. A nearly middle-aged aunt greeted Liu Qingshan.

It's okay, I'm Xiao Liu who is new here to work. Liu Qingshan raised his head and smiled.

Liu, I've heard it, you can just call me Sister Li.

The colleague put away the bicycle with a smile, looked at Liu Qingshan, and immediately came up: Liu, do you have a partner?

Liu Qingshan blinked and finally understood what the middle-aged aunt's greatest hobby was.

In order to reduce unnecessary trouble, he still smiled and nodded, otherwise, he would have to be annoyed to death.

With a look of pity on her face, Sister Li enthusiastically chatted with Liu Qingshan, what kind of family belonged to, how many people, and what kind of jobs they were engaged in. It was a detailed question.

Liu Qingshan did not respond in a hurry, only said that his family was from a rural area and that he would stay in school after graduation.

After cleaning up the garbage, Sister Li took Liu Qingshan to the office. There were only a dozen colleagues in total, all in a large office.

Soon everyone said hello, and finally Liu Qingshan was called to a separate curator's office by Curator Lu.

Director Lu is a slightly fat middle-aged man with an elegant appearance. He first shook hands with Liu Qingshan enthusiastically:

Qingshan, the principal has explained everything about you. You can work hard here first. You can rest assured that your contribution to the school will not be buried.

Obviously, Director Lu knew something. As for those colleagues, because Liu Qingshan acted in a low-key manner, he did not know his details.

Mr. Lu, thank you for your concern. Liu Qingshan also smiled and nodded his thanks, and he felt the deep love again.

After chatting for a while, Director Lu did not assign any specific work to Liu Qingshan, and of course Liu Qingshan did not ask.

After leaving the curator's office, Liu Qingshan officially started his first day of work. As for the specific work, there is no work.

Without a job, Liu Qingshan arranged his own work. He sat in front of the old desk assigned by him, rummaged through the drawers, found a manuscript paper, and started writing at his desk.

It's morning now, and the library doesn't have much to read or borrow, so most of my colleagues are in the office.

When they saw the newly arrived Comrade Xiao Liu was silent, burying his head in writing, they all nodded secretly: Yes, at least he can sit on a stool.

The work in the library is actually relatively leisurely, but there is nothing like playing sweaters or chatting in the office.

At this time, the school has strict requirements for work. Everyone is reading a book or recording something in the book. In short, the learning atmosphere is still very strong.

How long did Liu Qingshan write, and then he straightened up and felt a little thirsty. It seemed that he had to bring a water glass tomorrow.

At this time, most people use white porcelain teacups with lids, or simply large enameled jars.

It's the kind of tank that says The sea is sailing by the helmsman or serving the people.

Liu, don't drink water, sister has a can, you can make do with it first.

Sister Li came up and put a clean canned bottle on Liu Qingshan's table.

Liu Qingshan got up quickly: Sister Li, thank you so much, I'm really thirsty.

After he finished speaking, he happily went to the tea tray, picked up the thermos, and poured half of the water.

Seeing that the thermos was empty, he went out: Sister Li, where can I turn on the water?

Sister Li enthusiastically showed him the way, and after Liu Qingshan went out, she was still talking: What a diligent young man, it's a pity that there is a target.

When Liu Qingshan returned to the office, he saw that there were two more people in the office, who were handing out canned food beside the table.

The perks are good.

Liu Qingshan also took the can handed to him, which belonged to Huang Taiping Guo.

The one who handed him the can was a middle-aged man wearing a blue hat. Liu Qingshan recalled that Mr. Ma, who sold Cosmic cigarettes on the Spring Festival evenings two years ago, was probably also a salesman.

At this time, Sister Li spoke: Everyone, it's a cannery run by my old family, and the sales are not very good, so please help me think of ideas.

The middle-aged man also nodded with a smile: Help everyone, our cans are so delicious.

Sister Li also opened a bottle, found a small spoon, and scooped a yellow Taiping fruit for everyone to taste.

Everyone nodded while eating: It's quite sweet.

The middle-aged man was still full of smiles: Our canned food is all real, everyone is learned, there must be a way, help, help.

When eating people's mouth is soft, everyone will give out ideas, some talk about lowering the price, some talk about selling with prizes, anyway, they are very careful, as for whether it will work, they can't guarantee it.

Liu, you are studying economics, so give me an idea.

Sister Li also felt that those ideas were not very reliable. Seeing that Liu Qingshan had been smiling without saying a word, she went directly to him.

Liu Qingshan picked up a can of water from his desk, took a slow sip, and said:

It's not impossible, as long as you work hard on the bottle.

Isn't all canned bottles drip like this, how else can I get them? the middle-aged man asked suspiciously.

At this time, there are not as many styles of cans in later generations. They are basically of the same size and relatively short, but their stomachs are relatively large and their hands are small, so they have to be held in both hands.

The bottle cap on the top is not rotated like the later one, but the whole circle is crushed to death.

When eating, you have to use a screwdriver to pry up the surrounding area, which is more laborious.

Colleagues around are also a little confused: Yes, aren't all cans and bottles like this?

Liu Qingshan gently shook the canned water bottle in his hand: Thanks to the canning bottle that Sister Li gave me, I was inspired.

If the canning bottle was designed in the shape of a glass, it would be thinner and taller than it is now.

After eating the can, the bottle can still be...

Before Liu Qingshan could finish speaking, Sister Li slapped her thigh vigorously: Wonderful, you can eat canned food and get a drinking cup after eating, killing two birds with one stone!

The others also understood, and all nodded, praising the young man's quick mind.

This can be a typical case in the Department of Economics. The cost has basically not increased, but it has greatly increased the added value of the product. Good idea, good idea!

Suddenly someone interrupted, and everyone saw that it turned out to be the two leaders of the School of Economics, Dean Hu and Vice Dean Zhou, who came together.

Everyone hurriedly said hello, and Dean Hu smiled and patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder: I didn't embarrass our college.

Obviously, these two bosses came here specifically for Liu Qingshan's platform: this is someone from our School of Economics, everyone should give some face.

It's an old office, of course everyone knows the intention, so they all praised it.

Some say that Liu Qingshan is diligent, and some praise Xiaoliu for being smart.

Dean Hu also nodded his head again and again: Qingshan, it is the most rare thing to apply what you have learned. You have done a good job, very good.

All the professors in our college teach well. Liu Qingshan was a little ashamed, but he could also feel the love from Dean Hu and Vice Dean Zhou for him, and his heart was still warm.

After the two bosses left with satisfaction, the middle-aged salesman came up to Liu Qingshan, grabbed his hands, and shook it vigorously:

Oh, little comrade, thank you so much, you still have good knowledge and such a good idea, how did you come up with Nirvana?

Your idea is really a golden idea. Don't worry, in the future, the canned food here will be packaged by our factory and will be delivered once a month.

Although he didn't have too much culture, he could hear that this idea would definitely save their cannery.

When the other colleagues heard it, they were all smiles, and of course they were happy to eat canned food for free.

Liu Qingshan explained it to him in detail, especially the bottle mouth needs to be redesigned into a spiral shape that can be rotated. Otherwise, the water cup has no lid, which is inconvenient.

After the middle-aged salesman left with great gratitude, Liu Qingshan sat back in his seat and resumed writing.

Colleagues also whispered about what happened just now, all with a little excitement.

Liu Qingshan wrote very attentively, but did not notice that the office suddenly became quiet.

The colleagues who were sitting behind their desks had already stood up, and they wanted to greet the old man who entered the door.

The old man smiled and waved his hands, then motioned them to do their own thing.

But the old man slowly walked behind Liu Qingshan, took out the flower mirror from his pocket, stood beside Liu Qingshan, and watched what he wrote on the manuscript paper.

Liu Qingshan didn't notice it at all, so he wrote it for a while, and then reached out to grab the canned water bottle next to him.

At this time, he discovered that there was an old man around him at some point.

Principal Ding! Liu Qingshan saw who was coming, and stood up immediately.

The visitor was the headmaster of Beijing University. He was just over sixty years old. Most of his hair had turned silver-white, and his eyebrows were very thick.

Principal Ding, sit down. Liu Qingshan suddenly felt his heart warm and his eyes were a little pantothenic.

He knew that Principal Ding would never appear here for no reason, and the purpose was probably the same as Principal Hu and the others.

Why didn't such an elder stir up his heart?

Qingshan, are you still used to it on the first day of work?

Principal Ding sat on Liu Qingshan's chair, put his hands and fingers on the table, and looked at Liu Qingshan sincerely.

Liu Qingshan nodded vigorously, his voice choked: Principal Ding, I'm fine now.

Sit, all comrades also sit. Principal Ding waved his hand, and everyone sat down. The principal was standing just now, and they all stood with him for a long time.

Sister Li also moved the empty chair to Liu Qingshan.

At this moment, the shock in the hearts of these colleagues in the room almost broke through the sky.

They didn't know who this new Comrade Xiao Liu was. He recruited the principal on the first day of his tenure.

Everyone tried their best to look like they were busy with their work, but their ears were all pricked up.

Principal Ding pointed to the manuscript paper in front of Liu Qingshan: I don't understand what the email address you wrote on it is, can you explain it to me?

Liu Qingshan nodded vigorously. This is the spirit of the older generation of scholars. If you don't understand something, you will never pretend to understand.

Other colleagues were also stunned when they heard it. They all knew about the mailbox. Who hasn't sent a letter yet, but what does e-mail mean?

After thinking for a moment, Liu Qingshan explained what an e-mail is in simple and easy-to-understand language.

Oh, it looks very convenient. It's similar to sending a letter, but the transmission speed is very fast. No wonder it's called an e-mail.

Principal Ding was also very interested. He first praised a few words, and then suddenly asked: Qingshan, you said that our Beijing University, can we provide this e-mail?