The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 98 Principal Qian Holds a Large-Scale Study Session (Please Subscribe!)
Organizing the warehouse is Qian Jin's top priority at present.

He looked closely and found that the grocery store was teeming with rats, and the rat holes at the base of the walls were denser than the holes in a honeycomb briquette.

So he first stuffed the yellow hammer in.

To ensure Huang Chui's fighting ability, he had Zhang Aijun put some chili water on Huang Chui's anus...

Huang Chui didn't hate him, but he hated Zhang Aijun.

This is a bit underhanded, but it really works.

When Qian Jin and his commando team were about to properly clean up the warehouse, the stench of blood hit them as soon as they opened the door, making the commando team think they had entered a slaughterhouse!
There are a lot of rats at the door.

The body and head were separated.

It was a miserable death.

Huang Chui, who had been lying down pretending to be asleep, saw Zhang Aijun appear and immediately charged at him: "You old thief, I swear I'll bite you!"

Qian Jin gave it a meat bone.

Huang Chui forcibly changed lanes and braked midway: My teeth may not be bad!

Qian Jin turned on his flashlight and led his team to start cleaning up the warehouse overnight.

The team members were great; they made the cleaning activity very formal. Someone even brought over a flag and planted it at the entrance, with four large characters prominently displayed on it:

Man can conquer heaven!

Xu Weidong, who rushed over to help after get off work, even came up with a slogan: "We vow to turn this rat's nest into a scholar's mansion..."

Qian Jin kicked him and said, "I think we need to reform these lazybones into good laborers. Stop talking nonsense and get to work. This is a political mission!"

With the college entrance examination approaching, we must make the most of every minute to set up the study room.

The warehouse is large and cluttered, making cleaning a major undertaking.

They were working hard when they heard voices outside calling out, "Brother Qian, Brother Qian, are you here?"

Qiu Dayong led the educated youth to find them!

Qian Jin went outside upon hearing the noise, and several people quickly surrounded him.

The female educated youth presented roasted peanuts wrapped in work cloth handkerchiefs, while the men carried them on shoulder poles.

"These are coal briquettes we used to make," Qiu Dayong said sheepishly. "We didn't have anything better, so please don't mind them!"

Qian Jin chuckled: "What do I have to complain about? Why did you send me this?"

Qiu Dayong said, "Brother Qian, we know you don't lack anything."

“But I heard that you and your brothers started a business that required a stove, so I thought these coal briquettes might be useful.”

Qian Jin said, "Then thank you very much. This matter is not urgent. Why did you come all this way so late instead of resting?"

"It's so cold!"

A gust of wind blew on him; he had just been working up a sweat, and now he was shivering from the cold.

Qiu Dayong said, "We just moved from the air-raid shelter to a dormitory. We're so grateful to you for this, we wanted to go and thank you..."

"So fast?" Qian Jin was taken aback.

Wei Xiangmi is really capable; she really gets things done when something comes up.

Qiu Dayong misunderstood him and grinned, "Air raid shelters are no good to live in, they're cold and damp. If we find a good place to live, we'll move there as soon as possible."

"I moved here thinking of coming to thank you, but I couldn't find you at your house, so I asked around and came here."

"Brother Qian, what are you guys doing here?"

Qian Jin shared the news about the training class being held on Taishan Road: "The old classrooms were too small to fit many people. Now the leaders have approved this large warehouse, but we need to clean it ourselves."

"Then why aren't you calling us?" Qiu Dayong immediately started taking off his coat. "Brother Qian, you decide who goes first. We'll all listen to you. You tell us what to do, and we'll do it!"

Qian Jin, you're welcome.

The main problem is that the labor commando teams are short-handed.

A team of people needs to be assigned to patrol and maintain order.

A team of people are preparing vegetables to sell tomorrow.

Some people had family matters to attend to, so he could only mobilize about twenty people.

Compared to such a large warehouse, stuffing more than twenty people inside is like stuffing twenty popping candies into your rectum; you can feel something everywhere, but you can't make a ripple.

The light filtering through the crack in the door carried the scent of freshly shaving pine.

Qian Jin pointed to the table that had been moved to the middle area and asked, "Is there anyone who knows carpentry? We can fix the table legs and tabletop first."

“You should have called us. We’re all skilled in our crafts,” Qiu Dayong said confidently with a smile.

He went and asked for a plane and a hammer: "The tools are quite complete."

Qian Jin said, "I just bought these from the mall, how could they not be complete?"

The broken-legged table is turned over, and the red seal of the 1956 joint public-private ownership exudes a sense of history under the flashlight.

"Old Qian, what kind of team is this?" Xu Weidong asked, standing on the high domed beam of the warehouse.

He looked down and saw dust falling down from his collar.

Qian Jin quickly warned him to be careful:

“I’ve met some good comrades at the port, we’re all friends, but don’t worry about it for now, we’ll talk about it later. First, get the wires set up up there and then come down quickly.”

At a height of five or six meters.

The warehouse floor was still paved with bricks.

If this guy falls, he won't need rescue; he can be eaten right away.

The educated youth started taking off their clothes and rolling up their sleeves, and even the female comrade Yi Xiangjun joined in.

That level of awareness is truly admirable!

Qian Jin couldn't help but take another look.

Yi Xiangjun deftly took off her coat, her long legs, encased in work pants, strode across the dusty ground, her steps creating a breezy, dynamic movement.

She immediately picked up an elm wood table, and her faded work pants instantly accentuated her peach-shaped hips. The concave curve of her lower back looked as if it had been outlined by the brushstrokes of a flying apsara from Dunhuang, elegant and nimble.

Years of hard work did not ruin her figure; on the contrary, it made her fit and strong.

The elm table was heavy, so she braced herself against it with her hips, a movement that instantly tightened her cotton-linen shirt, making the flashlight beam pale in comparison to her bust and waistline.

Qian Jin silently chanted "Amitabha Buddha" and quickly crawled into the twenty-odd rickety chairs piled up in the northwest corner.

Zhang Aijun suddenly emerged from the pile of wood shavings, holding a hammer wrapped in duct tape and shouting, "Boss, come and look at this!"

Upon hearing this title, the educated youth couldn't help but steal glances at Qian Jin.

Qian Jin was quite embarrassed.

But this title is much better than the 'leader' that Zhang Aijun used to use all the time.

He went over and saw an elm cabinet that had been split in two, with faint traces of ink on the door that read "Down with reactionary academic authorities".

Then the cabinet door opened, and it was full of books!
Qian Jin took a look and saw that there were comic books for little people as well as large volumes like dictionaries, and there were also some foreign language materials inside, which should be Russian books.

He couldn't understand professional books, so he read comic books.

It contains "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Journey to the West" and "Romance of the Eastern Zhou Kingdoms", all in sets.

"This is a good thing," Qian Jin exclaimed. "We've protected it all and packed it in a box. Who knows when we might need it?"

Qiu Dayong came over to take a look and pointed to "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and said, "It is indeed a good thing. It is from the 1950s or 1960s. It should be the set published by the Shanghai People's Fine Arts Publishing House."

Qian Jin asked, "You know about this?"

Qiu Dayong laughed and said, "When the resumption of the college entrance examination was announced last month, the city library needed to be renovated. I spent two days pestering the old librarian for some work and worked there, earning a few full meals and some tickets."

"Back then, the old curator was sorting out a batch of these comic books, just like this 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms.' He said that this set of books had six or seven thousand illustrations, all drawn by famous artists of the time, right, Xiangjun?"

Yi Xiangjun was hammering a table leg, working intently and tirelessly, and sweat was already beading on her temples.

Hearing someone call her name, she asked, "What?"

Qiu Dayong asked her to come and look at these comic books: "When you asked the old curator, did he say this?"

Yi Xiangjun flipped through the comic book and said, "Hmm, this set of books was published from 57 to 63. There are 60 books in total. It's quite valuable."

“Look, each of these books has a seal on it, all of which are made by the seal engraver Mr. Du Rubing. They are very precious.”

"But unfortunately, because of these seals, the sets were burned one after another. The set in the city library was even missing two books."

Qian Jin counted the money.

The set of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" he has is complete.

Now it belongs to him!

Others treated the appearance of these books as a minor incident and got back to work.

Another person arrived carrying a sack. After entering the house, he emptied its contents, which spilled out a number of hammers, shovels, and rusty nails of various sizes.
"I just found this at home, Chief Qian, will it come in handy?"

Qian Jin nodded with delight: "They're more than just useful, they're incredibly useful!"

"Come on, comrades, let's work harder. We need to fix these into desks tonight so the students can have class tomorrow."

Qiu Dayong's Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Qian, are only people from Taishan Road allowed to come and learn?"

Qian Jin understood what he meant: "If anyone in your team wants to take the college entrance exam, they're welcome here too!"

"If only I had ten thousand mansions, I could shelter all the poor and make them smile!"

The educated youth who were moving the goods cheered.

Many of them work during the day and study for the exam at night because, unlike urban youth, they have no better path to take; only by getting into university can they change their fate.

The group worked even harder, and some even ran out to find their companions to work overtime together.

They were too embarrassed to use the existing classrooms, so they wanted to contribute more during the construction process.

Qiu Dayong tried to cut a piece of poplar wood with an axe.

Qian Jin handed him a saw: "Use this."

Qiu Dayong, a connoisseur, exclaimed, "Oh, a Japanese double-sided saw? Something from the Japanese?"

He pointed to the steel stamp of the word "Manchuria Railway" on the back of the saw, which had been worn dark and unclear.

He really didn't know about this amount of money. Their tools were pooled together by everyone. Some of them were simply not available, so he went to the mall and bought a batch.

The South Manchuria Railway era was about 30 or 40 years ago. I wonder if this kind of saw can be considered an antique and put into a shopping mall to exchange for money.

Thinking this, he took the saw back and returned the axe to Qiu Dayong: "Let's use this instead."

Qiu Dayong scratched his head.

He's not picky; he has plenty of strength, so it doesn't matter what he uses.

Compared to these people, the educated youth moving team members were more professional in carpentry.

Some of them learned carpentry in the countryside and even know how to use a carpenter's square.

With his frostbitten fingers, he flicked the string, and a straight black line fell onto the elm board: "Cut along this line!"

Until midnight, the warehouse was filled with the clanging of hammers and the hissing of planes cutting wood.

Qian Jin found the largest table and carefully repaired it to use as a teaching desk.

This is Wei Qinghuan's territory.

It was already quite late at night, and the warehouse was almost completely tidied up.

Due to limited tools and repair wood, most of the tables, chairs, and cabinets were left unrepaired and piled up in the corner.

They have repaired more than fifty standard tables and provided matching benches and chairs.

The dust on the ground was swept away, and the cobwebs, insects, and dead bodies on the walls were removed, transforming the once lifeless warehouse into a completely different place.

The power cord has been installed, but it hasn't been connected to the electrical circuit yet.

This requires the power to be turned off during the day to operate. Qian Jin waved his hand after checking:

"Comrades, let's retreat! Peach Blossom Spring will be open tomorrow!"

Qiu Dayong used a triangular scraper to carve markings on the door frame, marking the highest point as '1977.11.21'.

Qian Jin nailed a wooden tabletop next to the doorway.

Tomorrow, I'll paint 'study room' on it and then the job will be done.

Zhu Tao rushed over from the warehouse.

Wang Dong went up to kick him: "You're all done and you're here too? Were you spying on us with binoculars the whole time?"

"We're working hard and sweating, what were you doing?"

Zhu Tao is now the person in charge of the mobile canteen for the people.

As the saying goes, money gives a man courage, and that's absolutely true. Now, Zhu Tao wasn't afraid of Wang Dong. He stepped aside and said:
"Whether you're cleaning manure or I'm a leader, you're still a servant of the people. This is just a different division of labor in the revolution, but both are indispensable parts of the revolutionary cause."

"Xiao Wang, remember that different teams have different roles. Also, we just found something useful in the neighborhood committee's warehouse, which you can use right now."

It was a stack of red paper for writing slogans, along with matching calligraphy brushes and ink.

They urged Qian Jin: "Chief Qian, write a couplet and put it on the door to encourage our test takers."

Qian Jin wouldn't embarrass himself by doing that.

Wei Qinghuan had just finished her teaching duties in room 204 and came to help.

So Qian Jin pulled her to the front: "Teacher Wei, are you here?"

Wei Qinghuan gracefully accepted the brush: "Then I won't be polite."

She pondered for a few seconds, then, holding the pen in her right hand and rolling up her sleeve with her left, she wrote with swift, flowing strokes, completing the piece in one go:
Autumn goes and winter comes, we study by the light of fireflies and the glow of snow. Spring returns and summer arrives, we pluck the laurel in the moon palace.

Horizontal scroll: Love the Party and love the country.

Qian Jin laughed heartily.

Awesome.

His literary talent and his understanding of current affairs were combined.

Zhou Yaozu, arms crossed, looked at the large characters and exclaimed, "Beautiful calligraphy! Teacher Wei must have practiced."

Close the door and leave.

The next morning, Qian Jin brought the electrician from Taishan Road to connect the power lines.

It's simple.

The study room is only intended to use low-power appliances such as light bulbs, so there is no need for a transformer. An electricity meter has been installed, and the power cord can be connected to the roadside wiring.

Qian Jin bought light bulbs.

The mall had all sorts of advanced light bulbs, but it was better to keep a low profile in such a public place, so he went to the department store first and bought a few 100-watt light bulbs.

The electrician was greatly impressed: "Chief Qian, you've really gone to great lengths for these young people's college entrance exams, even using such a high-powered machine?"

“Besides government offices, I guess your neighborhood is the only place in our neighborhood with this kind of big equipment. Ordinary people would have to grit their teeth to install a 25-watt one.”

Qian Jin has indeed witnessed this level of skill.

His neighbor, Du Daozui, was very frugal; his apartment 204 initially used a 3-watt light bulb…

Last night, a total of ten circuits were connected in parallel in the huge warehouse, with each circuit having two light bulbs and a light control cord.

Qian Jin opened all the ropes.

A bright white light shone inside, making it quite bright.

The electrician squinted and looked at the light bulbs: "So many light bulbs! One kilowatt-hour of electricity costs 4 cents now. Even if you leave the lights on for 12 hours a day, it would probably cost 1 yuan, right?"

"Thirty days a month, that's thirty yuan! Who's going to pay for that?"

Qian Jin laughed and said, "Our labor shock brigade has set up a small collective enterprise..."

"The mobile canteen for the people is already famous," the electrician couldn't help but exclaim. "The taste of that spicy hot pot is so good, one bowl will keep you warm all day!"

Qian Jin said, "Yes, our company is doing well, so we will cover the electricity bill."

"The students still have a month until the college entrance exam. These lights will only be on for a month at most. Thirty yuan is enough to give so many students the opportunity to change their destiny. I think it's worth it!"

The electrician exclaimed, "Great job, Chief Qian. I've heard people say several times that you're someone who always helps others and never takes care of yourself."

"I didn't really believe it before, but now I do."

"If you need electricity in the future, just call me. I'll take priority for your needs."

They hadn't been inside long when someone rushed up behind them: "Chief Qian, is this a place to study?"

Qian Jin turned around; he was a young man from the same community named Hao Xiangqian.

This young man, like Liu Jiaqing, worked in a construction team within a small, collectively-owned enterprise in the neighborhood.

When the news of the resumption of the college entrance examination came out, he stopped going to work and picked up his textbooks to study again.

Of course, the possibility of him skipping work cannot be ruled out...

Hao Xiangqian was quite enthusiastic about studying. He wanted to go to class when 204 opened, but there were too few seats. There was only one spot available for each student, and he didn't have a spot.

Seeing Hao Xiangqian arrive, Qian Jin said, "Yes, our classroom is big enough this time. You're the first one here. Go in and choose a seat. Pick any seat you like."

Hao Xiangqian was overjoyed: "Last night I heard from Brother Mi Gang that you had cleaned up this warehouse and turned it into a classroom, so I wanted to come and see for myself."

"But Brother Mi Gang said it would only be put into use today. I didn't sleep much last night, so I rushed over early this morning!"

He went inside and took a look.

The floor is clean, the walls are tidy, the lighting is bright, and the space is spacious.

Hao Xiangqian was somewhat stunned!
This is pretty much what his ideal university classroom looks like.

The key point is that it's big enough!
Hao Xiangqian occupied a table in the middle.

These days there are too few teachers, and students mainly rely on discussions with those around them to learn. So you can't go to the front row; you have to go to the middle so you can hear as many other people's questions and answers as possible.

After securing a good spot, he hurriedly ran out to call for help.

Several young men in the commando team were also preparing to take the college entrance examination.

There were originally fourteen or fifteen people, but most of them stopped taking the exam after the mobile canteen opened.

Everyone knows how brutal this year's college entrance examination is.

Because it's not just recent graduates who have to take the exam; those who graduated in the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s also have to take it—people whose studies were delayed by the past ten years have to take the exam!
This year has truly been an extremely competitive year, with everyone vying for limited space.

The news spread quickly, and more and more students arrived in the morning to prepare for the exam.

A number of young people dressed in work clothes came.

Their factory either didn't prepare classrooms or just made do with a small room that couldn't accommodate many people. In any case, after learning about the existence of the study room on Taishan Road, they rushed over in a hurry.

The twenty-odd tables were quickly filled.

Qian Jin left thirty empty tables behind; he had to reserve seats for his men and Qiu Dayong's group.

In addition, we need to leave some tables as a backup, in case a leader tries to squeeze someone in, we can't expect them to bring their own tables and chairs, can we?

The students preparing for the exam didn't care; they went home and brought their own desks and chairs to study.

Qian Jin's eyes were opened wide.

He saw the European-style carved chair next to the iron benches that had been delivered from the steel mill.

I saw a dressing table that was missing a mirror.

I also saw a bookshelf table made from ammunition boxes, and the red paint on the box that read "Fengtian Arsenal, 1951" hadn't faded yet!

Some people are particular and feel embarrassed to take up a seat empty-handed, so they bring a gift.

For example, a young man named Han Weiguo brought a workshop slogan board. It was a board filled with carbon black. He flipped it over and hung it on the wall, and it could be used as a small blackboard!

With more people, there's a problem with noise.

But they were all serious about preparing for the college entrance examination. They knew that every minute before the exam was precious, so when they got together, they didn't talk nonsense. Whenever they spoke, it was to discuss problems and ask questions.

Qian Jin doesn't have to go to work today; he spends the day in the study room at the lectern, just joining in the fun.

Many students seek answers, and sometimes he goes over to take a look. These are usually relatively simple questions, and his problem-solving approach is still there. He can help them solve some math, physics, and chemistry problems from time to time.

However, he had forgotten most of the knowledge he learned in high school, so he eventually took out the "Self-Study Series on Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry" that Wei Qinghuan had given him.

The inscription on the title page of this book is still fresh in ink: "To those who thirst for knowledge—Autumn 1977, Wei."

This set of books is currently being printed in large quantities, and many students rely on it to prepare for math, physics, and chemistry exams.

The weather was cold, and some of the students preparing for the exam came from poor families, so they were dressed rather lightly, rubbing their hands together while reading and doing practice questions.

Qian Jin remembered Hu Shunzi, took some wine, rode his bicycle to Jiagang, and asked, "Where did you get that thermos in the office?"

Hu Shunzi's eyes lit up when he saw the wine, and his mouth immediately became a unique style:

"Hey, last month I was unloading goods for a state-owned thermos factory in Tianjin. I thought their thermos containers were pretty good, and since it's getting cold and we'll need hot water later, I got one for the guys."

"I need it urgently, could you get another one for the brothers later?" Qian Jin went to fetch the insulated container.

Hu Shunzi panicked: "That won't do..."

“A driver friend of mine came back from out of town and said he got me some braised chicken. I was thinking of getting you two or three tomorrow,” Qian Jin continued.

Hu Shunzi quickly said, "Don't just say two or three, I want three!"

Qian Jin said, "Okay, you can have them all!"

Hu Shunzi waved his hand, then looked at the labor plan: "Hmm, you're the one, Lixing Thermos Factory. Their insulated water bottles are better, hehe."

The insulated bucket that Qian Jin brought back was quite advanced.

It's quite large, about a meter tall and seventy or eighty centimeters in diameter, and it's painted green. The lid has a buckle, and there's a small tap at the front; you can turn it on and water will come out.

The study room was full of talented people. As soon as Qian Jin took out a hammer, a machinist stepped forward and nailed a sturdy bucket stand out with a wooden frame.

After the insulated bucket was placed inside, a girl in blue overalls went to fetch water, carrying a thermos bottle printed with the words "Advanced Producer of Coal Station".

With nothing to do, Old Zhou, who was in charge of the boiler, lay in the sweltering boiler room, legs crossed, listening to the radio broadcast "News and Newspaper Digest".

He saw seven or eight young men carrying thermos flasks and assumed they had a big business opportunity, so he happily prepared to collect water tickets.

Qian Jin followed him in and said to him righteously, "Comrade Lao Zhou, the motherland and the people need you!"

Old Zhou asked in surprise, "What's wrong? Did the Japanese lose another soldier? Then hurry up and give me a gun. I'm old, but I can still take them on!"

Qian Jin chuckled: "No, they've lost their general and wouldn't dare to associate with us now..."

He told him that the test takers needed hot water, hoping that the boiler room could assist the students in the neighborhood with their exam preparation.

Old Zhou laughed: "Damn it, you've tried to fleece my most steadfast proletarian laborer, Zhou Bajin? You want to get water for free? Let me tell you, no way!"

"Uncle Zhou, please help us. We need your support right now." The girl holding the thermos flask with the "Advanced Worker of the Coal Mine" award smiled sweetly at him.

This is the daughter of a leader at the Chengnan District Coal Station.

Old Zhou recognized her, but after a closer look and then a wider gaze, he immediately changed his story:
"You want to fetch water yourselves? No way!"

"I must deliver it to you personally! Chief Qian is right, the boiler room must make its due contribution to your young comrades' college entrance examination!"

"Go back, I'll bring you hot water by the cart!"

Qian Jin exclaimed, "Master Zhou's awareness is truly amazing!"

The thermos was filled with hot water.

Students preparing for exams lined up with enamel mugs or teacups to get water, finding it both novel and exciting.
"They even provide hot water here..."

"Commander Qian, you care about us even more than our school teachers do. From now on, we'll call you Teacher Qian..."

"Don't call me Teacher Qian! You should call me Principal Qian. This classroom was requested by Principal Qian, and he brought people to clean it up himself..."

Later, some of Qiu Dayong's educated youth who wanted to take the college entrance examination also arrived.

Qiu Dayong was an honest man. Fearing that he would cause trouble for Qian Jin, he specifically asked his educated youth subordinates to bring their own tools.

These people carried simple tables they had nailed together from planks and stool legs. The table legs were still covered with moss from the air-raid shelter, and the tabletops were freshly coated with tung oil, which gleamed with a yellowish-brown luster in the cold air.

In just half a day, by noon, more than 300 sets of tables and chairs were laid out in a neat square formation in the warehouse.

Around 5 p.m., the last rays of sunlight disappeared below the horizon.

It got dark.

Almost no students went home, or rather, some went home, ate a quick meal, and then immediately returned.

Some students who lived far from home simply brought their own food to the study room, eating cornbread and dry steamed buns with hot water. Having some pickled vegetables was considered a good day.

As the workers went home, the number of people in the classroom continued to increase.

No one complained about the broken tables, chairs, and benches in the corner. They were quickly repaired and put to use. The young workers who came after get off work would lie on them and start reading and doing math problems.

After getting off the bus, Wei Qinghuan was picked up by Qian Jin and taken to the study room.

She stood at the doorway and glanced around, and instinctively gasped!
At least five hundred students!
Many people there knew her, and even those who didn't enter 204 had gone to her to ask her questions.

As soon as Wei Qinghuan appeared, many voices rang out: "Teacher Wei!"

"Oh, Teacher Wei is here!"

"Hello Mr. Wei, I have a physics question for you. It's a problem that combines pressure and buoyancy. How do I handle the pressure calculation of both solids and liquids at the same time?"

The questions came like a torrent, forcing Wei Qinghuan to instinctively take a step back.

But she took a deep breath, smiled, and walked into the study room, saying loudly, "Let's put the questions aside for now. Now that we have the blackboard, I'll go over the teaching syllabus with everyone!"

"Time is limited, so I'll proceed quickly. Please take notes first, and when asking questions, start with the basics and gradually move on to more specific ones. I'll try my best to help you improve..."

Qian Jin discovered that the blackboard was too small and there were too many people, so the students at the back couldn't see it at all.

Fortunately, the lights in the warehouse were bright enough that the students could manage to take notes by moving forward.

At this point, it would be better to have a printing press to print out the teaching syllabus and distribute it to candidates, which would be much more efficient.

However, the printing press in the mall was too advanced to be used now. The printing presses used in this era were rudimentary rotary printing presses, which used copy paper and ink for printing.

Qian Jin handed the study room over to Wei Qinghuan and went home first.

He searched for it on the online store.

Hey.

They underestimated the market in the 27s.

Not to mention the large roller mimeograph machines from the 1970s and 80s, he also found the tin box mimeograph machine that was popular in the 1960s!
This mimeograph machine is shaped like a briefcase. When you open it, you find black ink, which is then evenly applied using a roller brush.

The price wasn't high; they were common old items, priced at 1000 yuan each. Qian Jin picked out two that looked to be in decent condition and bought them, along with matching printing paper.

With machine assistance, he can do many more things for Wei Qinghuan.

Besides buying the machines, he also bought a book about working in the harbor.

It contained information on anti-smuggling efforts. Qian Jin summarized the relevant content and finally produced a theoretical report with detailed content on preventing and investigating smuggling.

He read through the report and nodded in satisfaction.

I should be able to submit a report by tomorrow.

P.S.: I've been updating non-stop, though it doesn't seem like I'm updating more chapters than usual—only two a day. But the content is plentiful; it truly delivers on its promise of quantity. Today is the last day of the month, so I hope you brothers and sisters will cast your monthly tickets if you have any. Thank you! Wishing everyone good health and good health to your families.

(End of this chapter)