That night, Wang Darui had insomnia, lying on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep. The things that have been experienced in a day, the faces that have been seen, are all rushed to the eyes in the dark. From the textile machinery group of his old comrade-in-arms Zhang Datong, to the private Asia-Pacific company that he contacted for the first time, to the small rice mill where his daughter worked, and the three young people in the factory, Tian Dagui, all of them made him feel emotional. An excited and somewhat tragic emotion carried thunder and lightning, whistling and bulging in his heart, this feeling had not been felt for a long time.

With his eyes wide open, looking at the top of the yellowed mosquito net, Wang Darui said to himself, Reporter Wang, you are too small! You're too vulgar! Zhang Datong is in three broken carports, for the deepening of the reform of large and medium-sized state-owned enterprises, for the future of China's textile machinery industry, desperately fighting, like a war. Bai Zhilin of the Asia-Pacific region, for his own development, but also for the private enterprises in Pingchuan to fight for the breath, racked his brains, busy non-stop. It's just you, reporter Wang, staring at other people's money bags, running around to join in the fun in order to get those two commissions. Don't talk about comparing yourself with Zhang Datong and Tian Dagui, even with your own daughter, it's unbearable. Her daughter is so sick that she is still concerned about the fate of her small rice mill, and she also hands over the life-saving money given to her by her friends to go to the production line. And you, Reporter Wang! Shouldn't you, a veteran reporter from the Pingchuan Industrial Mouth, do something for these comrades who are fighting the front line of reform? Where is your passion? My daughter still knows that if the factory is good, her fate will be good, don't you Wang reporter know this simple truth? If the industrial and mining enterprises in Pingchuan do not get out of the trough of the overall decline, the advertising sponsorship of your "Pingchuan Daily" will not be able to pull in, and the monthly bonus will not be settled.

couldn't sleep inside and out, Wang Darui simply got up from the bed and stood in front of the window to smoke.

The experience of pulling sponsorship allowed Wang Darui to inadvertently get a glimpse of the industrial status quo of Pingchuan, which is quite like a tragic and imposing picture. Large and medium-sized state-owned enterprises, which are facing many difficulties, must fight their way out of the market, and small state-owned factories that have lost the protection of the planned economy must also fight their way out of the market. Wu Mingxiong, secretary of the city party committee, and today's Pingchuan city party committee are indeed bold and courageous, and they are the first in the country to carry out such a pilot project of deepening reform. There is also a policy of grasping the big and letting go of the small, which is really smart. He, Wang Darui, can write a good article based on the facts he has heard and witnessed.

Sitting in front of the broken desk and turning on the lamp on the table, Wang Darui didn't think about it, so he wrote the title of the article: "Kill a Bloody Road - One of the Documentaries of Pingchuan City's Deepening Reform".

The article starts with the tight atmosphere in the three broken carports of the Textile Machinery Group, and ends with the seriously ill daughter handing over 4,000 yuan of life-saving money to her newly appointed young factory director for the fate of a small rice mill. The text is full of a rare passion.

Wang Darui wrote at the end of the article:

"Some old concepts that have long bound people's minds have been broken, and the concept of commodity economy and reform and opening up of the cadres and masses of the pilot enterprises has been strengthened. The significance of this leap in ideological understanding has gone far beyond the proposition of the economy itself. The grim economic situation in Pingchuan has forced out a new line of thought for reform in Pingchuan, and the cadres and masses of the pilot enterprises have all realized that only by deepening reform can they liberate the productive forces and give full play to the superiority of the socialist system. In a sense, the words uttered by Wang Yuanyuan, a seriously ill female worker at the Pingchuan Rice Mill, wept and shed blood, and in a certain sense, they represent the people's desire to welcome and support reform. ”

After reading the written article from beginning to end, Wang Darui was quite proud, and said to himself in the dim light: Very good, reporter Wang! You still have a journalist conscience, and you still have blood! You can still write what you really want to write! This article can not only be published in the "Pingchuan Daily", but may also be reprinted by national newspapers!

Considering that it may be in a national newspaper, Wang Darui was extra cautious and re-read the article with a critical eye, which caused something wrong: Wang Yuanyuan mentioned in several places in the article is his daughter, is it okay to write it like this? What will comrades who know the inside story think? Will he think that he is blowing on his daughter's head?

The few words about the daughter in the article are very wonderful, and it can be said that the most touching part of the article can only be written by pouring deep fatherly love into the sick and weak daughter.

Wang Darui thought about it, but he still didn't put pen to paper to change these words, thinking to himself, what he wrote was the truth, not made up, and he didn't want to brag about anything for his daughter, what was the point of him bragging about his daughter? 's daughter is seriously ill, she doesn't want to be famous, and she doesn't want to be an official, so whoever likes to say anything will let him say it.

He and his beloved daughter also have to fight their way out in the future.