Chapter 461

Old Liu on the side exclaimed in disbelief: "No mistake, right? It... it actually earned ten million!"

Old Zhong on the side let go of his heart, but it was still thumping.

Unbelievable, really unbelievable, how could it be?

In less than a year, selling instant noodles actually earned so much foreign exchange.

It's not our own currency, this is 12 million foreign exchange.

Old Zhong muttered: "Then... then did they give this foreign exchange?"

Old Liu glared at him: "Would Factory Director Hao and the others be stupid enough not to want money?"

"What nonsense are you two talking about?"

The old man on the side was already very angry at these jealous people. He put his hands behind his back and straightened his waist. This person was Aunt Wang's husband.

"The data is all here. Factory Director Hao and Secretary He are not children playing house, writing nonsense here for you to see." He paused and continued to show off: "Didn't you see the benefits distributed before the New Year when you went to my house? Besides, what changes have your benefits this year compared to last year? Don't you have any idea in your heart?"

"Hey, you old guy, your wife is just a small group leader of the neighborhood committee. This guy, it's like your wife has become the director of the Neighborhood Office. What are you showing off for?"

"I'm not showing off, it's you who are looking for trouble every day."

Old Zhou nodded: "Yes, it is indeed looking for trouble. I just don't understand. I just think that no matter how delicious instant noodles are, they are food. When is food and drink more valuable than airplanes, cannons, and tanks?"

"Yes, I don't understand either. Why do we still produce these things? Just produce instant noodles, and then we buy airplanes and cannons back."

Another person scolded: "You old fool, buy what? Even if you buy it, it's someone else's. Just like the instant noodles in the food factory, it's precisely because we have technology different from others that they sell so well abroad. If you buy someone else's and then sell it, how much money can you earn? Besides, what if they don't sell to you? Wouldn't you be dumbfounded?"

"Yes, yes, having it yourself is better than anyone else having it."

"You guys take a good look at the words below. I think what the factory said is right. No matter if it's selling food or building airplanes and cannons, aren't they all contributing to the country?"

"Yes, how many things can so much foreign exchange buy us?"

After discussing, the dozens of old men took another look before leaving.

But after they left, they didn't remain silent, but spread the word everywhere.

Lu Lu Qiao really didn't know about these things.

Allocating a car to her was the factory's care for her, and also recognition of her achievements, so she accepted it as a matter of course.

But it was only the 70s after all, and there were two voices at all times.

Anyway, Lu Lu Qiao had this idea: if you give it to me, I'll take it; if you don't, it doesn't matter. I can always achieve my goal.

And everything she was doing now was in line with the trend and in line with the current situation.

Whether it was producing instant noodles or straw-woven handicrafts, exchanging for foreign exchange openly and honestly, so her treatment was naturally open and honest.

Lu Lu Qiao drove the car and took her sister to the Neighborhood Office. Lu Lu Qiaoling went to find Deputy Director Huang to talk about recruitment.

And Lu Lu Qiao went to Sister Hua to get the letter. After thinking about it, she opened the letter. On it was a manuscript paper, flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, which meant that the comic book Lin Wang Xiaomin drew was decided to be adopted, but there were some places that needed to be modified. Below was the contact phone number of the publishing house.

Lu Lu Qiao was also very happy, so she immediately called Lin Wang Xiaomin who worked in the propaganda section.

After Lin Wang Xiaomin received the call, she covered her mouth in shock, and it took a long time to react. She asked Lu Lu Qiao in disbelief: "Lu Qiaoge, really? Did I hear it wrong?"

"You didn't hear it wrong, it's true. Do you want to come to the Neighborhood Office? I'm here."

"Okay, okay, I'll ask for leave and go to the Neighborhood Office now. I'll be very fast, you wait for me."

The colleague on the side glanced at Lin Wang Xiaomin in surprise and asked curiously: "Did Young Factory Director Lu call you? What good news is it? Can you tell us?"

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

It was a posture of "If you don't tell me, I won't let go."

She had to say: "I can't tell you now. After I finish the call, I will definitely tell you when I come back. Young Factory Director Lu is waiting for me. Don't worry, as long as it's confirmed, I promise to tell you."

The other party also smiled and said: "Alright, keep your word."

Lin Wang Xiaomin ran to Section Chief Zhao to ask for leave. When Section Chief Zhao heard that she was going to the Neighborhood Office to find Young Factory Director Lu, he was very straightforward: "Go, go. If they need you there, you don't have to come to work today."

The unit where Lin Wang Xiaomin was located was not very far from the Neighborhood Office. Lu Lu Qiao handled the work at hand, and Lin Wang Xiaomin ran over panting.

Then Lu Lu Qiao showed her the letter, and then let her look at the phone number below, saying: "If you have no objections, you can call them back now."

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

Lu Lu Qiao rested her chin on her hand and watched with a smile.

Understand, understand. In this era, being able to publish one's own writing or drawings is definitely a matter of bringing honor to one's ancestors.

Now those who engage in writing are called great writers, and those who paint are called great painters. It's not simply called "great"; it's pure worship and admiration.

Not to mention Lin Wang Xiaomin, this is going to be published.

The people in the Neighborhood Office also looked at Lin Wang Xiaomin with a smile.

Sister Lu Qiao said over there: "Wang Xiaomin, if it can be published, I will definitely buy one to read."

Lin Wang Xiaomin's face was red, and she didn't know whether to say it was good or bad.

Lu Lu Qiao said with a smile: "When it can be published, our Neighborhood Office will buy a batch and put it in the reading room."

"Yes, yes, this suggestion is good."

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

Before the comic book is published, she definitely wouldn't dare to talk big.

Lin Wang Xiaomin made the call. Hearing the other party's kind and gentle voice, her mind went blank for a moment.

She handed the phone to Lu Lu Qiao with a "whoosh": "You... you speak for me, I... I..."

Lu Lu Qiao immediately took the phone. She definitely couldn't let the other party wait too long.

So the communication went very smoothly.

The other party also specifically asked if the little girl who called him was Young Factory Director Lu of Xiang Yang Food Factory?

After knowing, the other party praised: "Alas, it is truly that heroes come from youth since ancient times."

Lu Lu Qiao also immediately said with a smile: "I heard Grandpa Qin mention you, and I have always admired you."

Lu Lu Qiao said a lot of nice things.

The other party was indeed worthy.

The person talking to her was the deputy director of the publishing house. He was also an old man of high prestige.

His paintings were also collected by many people.

After the details were finalized, Lu Lu Qiao put down the phone. She told Lin Wang Xiaomin: "It just so happens that someone from the Beidu Publishing House is coming to Jiangcheng on a business trip, so sign the contract directly. After the contract is signed, you can get the manuscript fee."

"By the way. After the comic book is printed, they will mail you samples."

Lin Wang Xiaomin held her hands tightly in excitement, and still asked Lu Lu Qiao uncertainly: "Then... then can you say it's a done deal now?"

Lu Lu Qiao thought for a moment: "Nothing is absolute. I dare not say it's a done deal, but I can say it's 99%."