Three hours later, Jiang Shan, who was covered with dust, finally walked out of the warehouse of the art editorial department.

When passing by the toilet, I quickly picked up some water on the faucet and grabbed my hair, which was almost gray, and was immediately refreshed.

"Editor-in-Chief Pan and Team Leader Qin," Jiang Shan said embarrassedly after moving the last box of manuscripts into the editorial office: "These boxes of waste manuscripts, put them here first, and I'll push the cart to get them later." ”

"It's okay," Editor-in-Chief Pan smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry, no one will look at your pile of." ”

For the anxious art editorial department, a fast hand like Jiang Shan has undoubtedly become a rare treasure in Pan Ye's eyes.

When Jiang Shan left, he took another look at the five boxes of "rags", and then strode towards Jiang Dad's unit with high spirits.

When I left the house last night, I had already agreed with Dad Jiang that I would wait at the factory gate at noon today.

Pujiang Garment Factory No. 2 is easy to find, the No. 2 bus sits in the end, as soon as Jiangshan's feet landed, I saw Jiangba River to the south.

"The third child,"

Next to the gate of the second garment factory, there is a clothing store, and Jiang's father is sitting alone on a bench and smoking.

"Dad," Jiang Shan had almost no survivors in the rest of the meeting except for the white spots.

Dad Jiang frowned, looked at his youngest son's happy appearance, and asked, "Where are you?" Fell into the chimney? ”

Jiang Shan ran in front of Jiang Dad in three steps and two steps, and Jiang Dad took a step back with a disgusted face.

"Dad, I just went to the publishing house to get the manuscript fee, 216 yuan."

Dad Jiang's eyes lit up: "Three dozen white bone spirits? ”

"Yes," Jiang Shan nodded hurriedly: "Three dozen white bone spirits." ”

"Oops," Jiang Dad slapped Jiang Shan's ashes fiercely, as if his son had just returned from the battlefield:

"I didn't expect it, this little goblin is really valuable."

"No," Jiang Shan patted his trouser pocket: "Just now, the editor-in-chief of the publishing house asked me for two more villain books." ”

The more Dad Jiang listened, the more happy he became: "Which goblin is it this time?" ”

Jiang Xiangnan never dreamed that he would one day be such a rare goblin.

Jiang Shan put his arm around his father's shoulders: ""Seven Captures of Meng Huo" and "Red Cliff War". ”

Dad Jiang raised his eyebrows: "Changed the Three Kingdoms?" This is good, I'll buy two when the book comes out. ”

From now on, as long as it is a book drawn by his son, he will have to buy it back.

Dad Jiang was in a beautiful mood, but when he saw that his son was full of ash, he couldn't help but wonder: "You said that this literary publishing house is also a cultural unit, how can it be like a cement factory." ”

"I helped them clean up the warehouse today," Jiang Shan almost forgot about the stubble: "Dad, after a while, I borrowed the bicycle for me to ride for a while, and I found some good things in the warehouse." ”

"Just take it and ride it," Dad Jiang took out the car keys as he spoke: "The financial gap of the old Jiang family has been filled for you, what is it to ride a bike, do you want me to help?" ”

"Yes," Jiang Shan put his arm around his father's shoulders and walked into the clothing store: "But now let's improve the façade first, our Director Hu said, let you prepare two clothes to wear when you go abroad." ”

"You're going abroad?" Dad Jiang suddenly tilted his head back and looked at the third child.

"I didn't come home and mention it?" Jiang Shan was also confused: "Accompany the director of the TV station to the book and serve as a translator for him for a few days." ”

"Oops, it's out," Jiang Xiangnan, who had just entered the store department with his front foot, immediately straightened his waist:

"No wonder your mother always says that the most refined person is not the boss, but you, or a woman's eyes are poisonous."

Jiang Shan smiled but did not speak, and he had the impression that since birth, no matter what he does, Jiang's mother will always stand on his side.

It's a pity that the former master is a two-hundred-and-five, and he failed such a good mother, but fortunately he caught it.

"That Xiao Zhao," Jiang Xiangnan greeted the salesman at the counter, "Take a white shirt for my youngest son to try, it's really cold." ”

Jiang's father knew that Jiang Shan had always wanted a white shirt, so he lowered his voice and said to Jiang Shan: "Third child, you can put on the money for today's clothes first, and I'll let your mother give it to you when I go back." ”

In his own land, Dad Jiang will never let his children pay for it.

"Dad, I've got money."

"What you have is yours, save it yourself."

"Dad, in addition to the 200 yuan, the publishing house also gave me 70 yuan for living expenses."

As soon as Dad Jiang heard this, he immediately pointed to a sky-blue really good shirt: "Xiao Zhao, take one of that one too, according to my size." ”

Jiang Shan smiled, and then the father and son got involved with Cheng Liang.

Anyway, this fabric doesn't need a cloth ticket, except for the boss who is not short of clothes, everyone in the family has a share.

Jiang Shan bought two pieces by himself, and although he didn't want a cloth ticket, he sold them very expensive, five yuan and eight yuan for men, and six yuan for women.

Even Jiang Xiaobai's small size is also ready-made, three yuan and six cents, and Jiang's father can't stop it.

"How much did it cost?" Dad Jiang's liver will be repentant: "Your mother will definitely scold you when you go back at night." ”

"More than 40," Jiang Shan smiled and comforted his father: "It's okay, I'll bring you another windbreaker for you when I go to Yuben after a while." ”

"Who is Ken Takakura?"

"You'll find out next week," Jiang Shan carried a stack of shirt boxes: "Dad, take me to your warehouse." ”

"Let's go, let's go, I almost forgot about business."

In fact, Jiang Shan and Jiang Dad made an appointment to meet at the gate of the factory today, in order to go to the warehouse of the fourth workshop to see the bell bottoms. ”

I remember that in 1978, there was a garment factory in Shanghai that produced 30,000 pairs of bell bottoms, and when it was about to go public, it was criticized by the factory secretary and sent to the warehouse.

It wasn't until a few years later when I cleared the inventory that I remembered that there was still such a thing, but by then I had missed the golden age of bell bottoms.

had to dispose of it at a loss at a price of a few dollars each.

What Jiangshan didn't expect was that these 30,000 pairs of bell bottoms turned out to be the products of his father's workshop.

In 1978, as a national pillar industry, cotton spinning mills and garment factories were ...... Due to the continuous expansion of employees and the continuous increase of production tasks, the phenomenon of product backlog occurs from time to time.

Although the data shows that since 1980, textile enterprises have successively launched the promotion policy of "no cloth tickets".

But in fact, the backlog of cotton products was already very serious as early as the late 70s.

When Jiang Xiangnan led his son Jiangshan into the warehouse of the fourth workshop, although Jiangshan was prepared, he was still stunned by the magnificent sight of 30,000 pairs of bell bottoms.

Walking through the columns one by one, Jiang Shan found that the batch of bell bottoms in the warehouse was not the denim fabric that was popular in the early 80s.

It is an ordinary chemical fiber cloth, with white, gray and navy blue colors, of which white is the majority.

"A few years ago, there were a few new designers in the factory," Jiang's father explained, "The first design was this loser's thing." ”

Now, as long as Dad Jiang sees a pile of pants like a hill in the warehouse, he is worried...... I can still eat the rice.

At this time, Jiang Shan's eyes became brighter the more he looked at it, especially when he found that the number of white bell bottoms was huge.

"Not to mention, the vision of these designers in your factory can really be in line with international standards."

It seems that I usually have a lot of contact with foreign fashion magazines.