Beautiful beauties in the 80s courtyard

Chapter 461 The data is all here.
Old Liu, standing nearby, exclaimed in disbelief, "Are you kidding me? They actually... actually made ten million!"

The old clock beside him was relieved, but his heart was still pounding.

Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable, how could this be?
In less than a year, the instant noodle seller has earned so much foreign exchange.

It's not our own currency; it's over 1200 million in foreign exchange.

Old Zhong murmured, "Then...did they give us that foreign exchange?"

Old Liu glared at him from the side: "Do you think Factory Director Hao and his team are stupid enough to not want money?"

"What nonsense are you two talking about?"

The old man next to her was already angry at these envious and jealous people. He straightened his back with his hands behind his back. This man was Wang Dama's husband.

"The data is all right here, Director Hao and Secretary He. This isn't child's play, writing something up for you to see." He paused, then continued showing off, "Didn't you see the benefits we received before the Lunar New Year when you went to my house? Besides, how have your benefits changed this year compared to last year? Don't you have any self-awareness?"

"Hey, you old codger, your wife is just a group leader in the neighborhood committee, but you're acting like she's the director of the subdistrict office. What are you so smug about?"

"It's not that I'm showing off, it's that you guys are always looking for trouble."

Old Zhou nodded: "Yes, it is indeed making trouble out of nothing. I just don't understand, right? I just think that no matter how delicious instant noodles are, they are still food. When have foods and drinks ever been more valuable than airplanes, cannons, and tanks?"

"Yeah, I just don't understand. Why do we even produce these things? We could just produce instant noodles and then buy airplanes and cannons."

Another person scolded, "You old fool, what are you buying? Even if you buy it, it'll still belong to someone else. It's like instant noodles from a food factory. It's precisely because we have technology that we sell so well overseas. If you buy from others and then resell them, how much money can you make? Besides, what if they refuse to sell to you? Wouldn't you be left in a bind?"

"Yes, yes, it's better to have it yourself than to have it from someone else."

“Take a good look at what’s below. I think the factory is right. Whether it’s selling food or manufacturing airplanes and cannons, aren’t we all contributing to the country?”

"Yes, how much stuff can we buy with so much foreign exchange?"

After a flurry of discussion, the dozens of old men took one last look before leaving.

But after they left, they didn't remain silent; instead, they spread the word far and wide.

Lu Qiaoge really didn't know any of this.

Providing her with a car was a way for the factory to take care of her and to acknowledge her achievements, so it was only natural for them to accept it.

But it's only the 70s now, and there are two opposing voices all the time.

Anyway, that's Lu Qiaoge's idea. If I give it to her, she'll take it; if not, it doesn't matter. She can always achieve her goal.

Moreover, everything she is doing now is in line with the trend and the current situation.

Whether it's producing instant noodles or straw handicrafts, she earns foreign exchange legitimately, so her treatment is naturally also legitimate.

Lu Qiaoge drove her younger sister to the neighborhood office. Lu Qiaoling went to see Deputy Director Huang to discuss recruitment matters.

Lu Qiaoge went to Sister Hua's place to get the letter. After thinking for a moment, she opened the letter. On it was a piece of manuscript paper, written in a flamboyant style. It said that they had decided to use the comic book drawn by Lin Xiaomin, but some parts needed to be revised. Below was the publisher's contact number.

Lu Qiaoge was also very happy and immediately called Lin Xiaomin, who worked in the publicity department.

After receiving the call, Lin Xiaomin covered her mouth in shock. It took her a while to react before she asked Lu Qiaoge incredulously, "Qiaoge, really? Did I hear that right?"

"You heard me right, it's true. Do you want to come to the neighborhood office? I'm right here."

"Okay, okay, I'll ask for leave and go to the neighborhood office right now. I'll be there soon, just wait for me."

A colleague next to Lin Xiaomin glanced at her in surprise and asked curiously, "Did Factory Manager Lu call you? What good news is it? Can you let us know?"

Lin Xiaomin's face flushed red. She wanted to lower her head and run away, but her hand was held tightly by her older colleague.

It was as if it was saying, "I won't let go until you tell me."

She could only say, "I can't tell you now. I'll definitely tell you after I make the call and come back. Director Lu is waiting for me, don't worry, I promise I'll tell you once I'm sure." The other person smiled and said, "Okay, you keep your word."

Lin Xiaomin went to Section Chief Zhao to ask for leave. When Section Chief Zhao heard that she was going to the street office to find Factory Director Lu, he was overjoyed: "Go ahead, go ahead. If they need you there, you don't need to come to work today."

Lin Xiaomin's workplace wasn't far from the neighborhood office. Lu Qiaoge finished her work and Lin Xiaomin came running over, panting.

Lu Qiaoge then showed her the letter and then the phone number below it, saying, "If you have no objections, call them back now."

Lin Xiaomin was so excited she couldn't even speak.

Lu Qiaoge rested her chin on her hand, watching with a smile.

I understand. In this day and age, having one's writings or paintings published is an absolute source of pride and honor.

Nowadays, people who write are called great writers, and those who paint are called great painters. It's not just about being called great; it's about pure admiration and respect.

Not to mention Lin Xiaomin, whose work is about to be published.

The people from the neighborhood office also looked at Lin Xiaomin with smiles.

Sister Qiao said over there, "Xiaomin, if it gets published, I'll definitely buy a copy to read."

Lin Xiaomin's face turned red; she didn't know whether to say yes or no.

Lu Qiaoge said with a smile, "Once it can be published, our neighborhood office will buy a batch and put it in the library."

"Yes, yes, that's a good suggestion."

Lin Xiaomin finally said in a low voice, "I... I haven't made the call yet, I don't know what it will be like."

I certainly wouldn't dare to make any big claims until the comic book is published.

Lin Xiaomin dialed the number, and upon hearing the other party's kind and gentle voice, her mind went blank for a moment.

She shoved the phone into Lu Qiaoge's hand: "You...you speak for me, I...I..."

Lu Qiaoge immediately took the phone; she certainly couldn't keep the other party waiting too long.

The communication went very smoothly.

The other party even specifically asked if the young girl who called him was Director Lu of Xiangyang Food Factory.

Upon learning this, the other party exclaimed, "Ah, heroes have always emerged from among the young!"

Lu Qiaoge immediately smiled and said, "I've heard Grandpa Qin talk about you, and I've always admired you."

Lu Qiaoge said some nice things.

The other party is indeed worthy.

He was speaking to the deputy director of the publishing house, a highly respected elderly man.

His paintings are also collected by many people.

After finalizing the details, Lu Qiaoge hung up the phone. She told Lin Xiaomin, "Someone from Beidu Publishing House happens to be in Jiangcheng on a business trip, so we can sign the contract directly. After the contract is signed, you can receive your royalties."

"By the way, I'll mail you a sample copy after the comic book is printed."

Lin Xiaomin clenched her hands excitedly, still somewhat uncertain, and asked Lu Qiaoge, "Then... can you say it's a done deal now?"

Lu Qiaoge thought for a moment and said, "Nothing is absolute. I dare not say it's a sure thing, but I can say it's 99% certain."

(End of this chapter)