e-booksonline Chapter 310 The Meaning Of Living
Chapter 310 The Meaning Of Living
Lu Min, Xia Zhouyuan, An Jue, Xiao Wu, and Fei Yixun divided into four groups to send the last issue of the Youth Evening News to the cities that subscribed to the Youth Evening News.
When handing over with the other party, everyone notified the person in charge of the docking:
The newspaper under Hanshi was upgraded to New Youth and changed to Zaobao.
Price unchanged.
I don't know if the people in charge listened to other rhetoric.
But the sentence that the price remains the same can explain the problem.
Isn't it just that the sales time has changed a bit!
What's more, the first issue of the Youth Evening News has already fetched several hundred yuan in the local area!
If you missed the first issue of New Youth, wouldn't you want to throw a lot of money into the water?
After trying to understand this truth, the suppliers and marketers immediately understood!
shut up and take my money!
order!
As a result, orders like snowflakes came in one after another.
In order to meet the needs of these orders, Hanshi's printing factory had to work overtime until after ten o'clock in the evening.
Jiang Yize watched the supernatural beings press the newspapers out of the factory gate, and they would rush to various parts of Suzhou overnight.
The sales volume of the first issue of New Youth was somewhat unexpected.
It easily broke the printing volume of tens of millions.
This made Jiang Yize feel a little better.
The sun has quietly emerged in the east.
The dew wet Jiang Yize's clothes, he glanced at the vendors outside the door.
Although it is close to early summer, the temperature at night is still relatively cold for ordinary people.
In order to ensure that their stalls do not need to be rearranged the next day, many small vendors sleep on the spot with sleeping bags.
Jiang Yize jumped from the roof and walked towards a small stall of fried rice noodles.
Lao Wang, the owner of the fried rice noodle stall, is a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard. He is stamping his feet, waiting for the last possible customer.
To be honest, Jiang Yize has noticed this Lao Wang for a long time.
His sleep time is a little short.
At this moment, Jiang Yize felt that he was close to exhaustion, but there was only one strand supporting him.
Jiang Yize deliberately made the sound of footsteps, and the sleepy Pharaoh didn't realize it until Jiang Yize approached.
Pharaoh doesn't
Lift, skillfully turn on the gas hot pot to prepare fried rice noodles.
"What would you like to eat, boss?"
A dull voice came from the chest of Lao Wang, the owner of the fried rice noodle stall.
Jiang Yize didn't interrupt him either:
"Let's have some rice noodles."
In fact, this stall only has fried rice noodles as an option, but some people have some taboos.
Old Wang's eyes were almost closed together, but the movements under his hands were skillful.
Soon, a serving of hot fried rice noodles was handed to Jiang Yize.
Only then did Old Wang realize who the person in front of him was:
"Little Jiang! It's you!"
Jiang Yize nodded, scanned the QR code to pay, and asked seemingly unintentionally:
"Old Wang, are you still asleep?"
When Old Wang heard this, the wrinkles on his face huddled together, and he said with a sneer:
"When the morning peak is over, take a break."
Jiang Yize glanced at the time:
"It's only past five o'clock, why don't we take a break..." Biquku
Lao Wang shirked and said:
"I can't sleep at night, I will sleep again later..."
Jiang Yize glanced at the packages at the back of the stall, there were no sleeping bags at all.
Jiang Yize nodded and left quietly.
And Lao Wang, who was at the fried rice noodle stall, only felt his body suddenly warm up.
Sleepiness, that's it.
Then take a break?
He lay flat on a piece of plastic film, and just closed his eyes when he snored lightly.
He didn't wake up until all the drowsiness was driven away by sufficient sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, he was a little dazed.
It seems that it has been a long time since I had such a good night's sleep.
and many more!
What about business.
The hawker who makes a living from fried rice noodles suddenly stood up and looked at his stall.
The front of the stall was full of people.
He panicked.
Hey, isn't this delaying everyone's dinner?
Another look, a man standing in front of his stove.
Isn't this the director of Hanshi Printing Factory, Xiao Jiang? !
Looking at the sun again, it was already evening.
Lao Wang, who was born as a peddler, suddenly panicked:
"Boss Jiang, I'm sorry, I fell asleep.
Can you give me a way out? "
Jiang Yize turned around in surprise:
"What?"
The vendor next to him laughed:
"Yo, Lao Wang is a sleepy idiot.
Yes! Xiao Jiang, the director of the factory, fried rice noodles for you, why don't you appreciate it? "
Old Wang was stunned in place.
What's the meaning?
Didn't Xiao Jiang take over his stall?
Seeing that he was still in a daze, Jiang Yize quickly made two fried rice noodles.
"Old Wang, I have made fried rice noodles for you for so long, I won't pay for these two."
With that said, Jiang Yize stuffed the fried rice noodles into his mouth and left.
Lao Wang stood there in a daze, but he heard the diners trying to persuade him to stay:
"Director Jiang, don't leave, your craftsmanship is much better than Lao Wang's."
Lao Wang went back to the stove at the fried rice noodles booth, listening to the diners recount what happened:
The manager Xiao Jiang, seeing that he hadn't slept all night, planned to help him out for a while.
Unexpectedly, he slept for more than twelve hours at once.
Even about the plans in the factory, they always come to the stall to discuss with the factory manager.
A diner who queued three or four times smashed his mouth:
"Old Wang, your fried rice noodles skills are not half as good as that of Xiao Jiang's factory manager..."
Laughter echoed in the crowd, and Lao Wang wept while frying the noodles.
Lao Wang has a child in his hometown, and he is working so hard to make money in the bustling Jinling.
It was because he wanted to save a million to buy a tube of gene mutation medicine for his child.
F grade.
one million.
He has collected more than 800,000 yuan.
But at this moment, the tearful man suddenly dismissed this idea.
An ordinary person seems to be able to live a good life.
Look at the employees from the Hanshi Printing Factory, everyone is smiling.
He was one of the first batch of vendors stationed at the gate of Hanshi, and he saw many distressed people enter the factory with his own eyes.
But came out with a smile.
The most critical part that determines a person's spirit is the eyes.
And there was a light in their eyes.
called hope.
He made up his mind.
Anyway, I haven't saved enough money, so let's take over the child first.
At least here, he can feel the meaning of being a mortal.
Born to be mortal, I'm sorry?
No, Pharaoh felt a sense of meaning in being alive.