Chapter 205

Actually Yang Qing's request isn't too difficult; starting from 62, we began to shift from an oil-deficient country to an oil-exporting country, and the foundation for petrochemical industry is already there.

(Now our exports are still mainly raw materials; previously mainly grain exports; later will be grain and oil exports.)

Moreover, plastic film isn't that difficult either; others have already made it; the key is just to copy the gourd.

Aunt Wang nodded again.

"I've remembered this too, plastic film."

"Are there any other ways?"

"That kind we can do."

Yang Qing shook his head wildly.

"I really don't know."

But he had a feeling of being watched.

Director Wang also didn't make things difficult for him anymore and took his leave.

Yang Qing also let out a sigh of relief.

Now Earning Money is indeed difficult.

Recently, developing the Third World should be put on the agenda, though many are just giving, giving, giving.

Those who can Earning Money are few.

However, this period is also a time when our relations with Europe countries are warming up.

Yingjiang, in order to weaken the empire where the sun never sets, launched independence movements that shattered its colonies, turning the once-great empire into a small country.

For this, Yingjiang even gave up Lu Song, ignoring the Filipino maid clinging to Yingjiang's leg and calling "dad," and kicked her away ruthlessly.

Moreover, Yingjiang's ambition to economically colonize Europe provoked a strong reaction from Mr. de Gaulle; improving relations with us is an act of independent, self-reliant resistance.

So it's normal for present-day Europe and Yingjiang to be at odds; it's not like later, after being completely enslaved by Yingjiang, they wouldn't even dare to fart.

And Gangdao is an important node for East-West exchange.

This is also an important reason for keeping them.

Otherwise, such a tiny place would have ended long ago.

After returning home, Yang Qing began writing interpretive articles; what he interprets should be clear to everyone.

A few days later he organized the article, stuffed it into an envelope, affixed a stamp, and dropped it into the mailbox.

These days, this kind of article is easiest to get approved.

Not long ago, he received a reply from the newspaper office, containing ten yuan as manuscript fee and encouragement, urging him to keep going.

Such things are exactly to Yang Qing's liking.

Thus Yang Qing gained another important job: writing analyses and refining phrasing.

The more Yang Qing writes, the more refined phrases he will produce; eventually he will become an important participant in that undertaking.

Even ten years later, if someone asks him to recite, he can just blurt it out, and even boast, saying these are all phrases I helped refine.

Just thinking about it gets him excited.

Chen Hong was also quite excited about Yang Qing suddenly starting to write articles Earning Money.

"You say, how did your brain grow? In less than a year you can already publish articles in the newspaper."

Yang Qing was also proud, because his interpretation also contained his own private agenda, into which he had inserted many economic principles.

The main point is just flattery.

Yang Qing took out the money he earned from writing manuscripts and stuffed it into her hand.

"Genius, do you understand? You don't comprehend the world of a genius."

Not only Chen Hong doesn't understand, but many superiors also don't.

"You bastard, hearing you self-taught for just a year, you dare to spout nonsense in the newspaper; the key is to have substance."

Even the district chief now dare not go too far with him; this monster—who knows what he'll become in the end.

That day, Director Wang came to find him again.

After coming over, he pulled him into his room.

"The matter of wormwood, we have a result."

"The higher-ups have decided to accept your suggestion and promote wormwood development, and they also tell you a piece of good news."

"The research on pagoda sugar has also borne fruit; we already have the manufacturing technology, though its effect isn't as good as that of da mao."

"This is still nothing; having it is already not bad, take it slow, it will get better." He, however, knew how fast pagoda sugar would develop in the future, almost sweeping the nation.

Director Wang continued.

"At Professor Chen's place, we found an expert in greenhouse cultivation technology research; he shares your idea, namely using plastic film to improve agricultural standards."

"He says it can increase yield by two to three times; do you think that's possible?"

Yang Qing nodded.

"Should be about right, after all he's an expert."

Director Wang then suddenly said.

"We want to send some people to Gangdao; are you interested?"

Yang Qing's eyes instantly twitched, his chest felt as if suffocating, almost unable to breathe.

"To Gangdao? Me?"

He really wanted to agree, but he's a coward and dares not.

He shook his head hard, revealing a bitter smile.

"I still thought we had cooperative merchants there, but I didn't expect there to be none."

"If that's the case, I think sending some patriotic merchants would be more useful than me."

Especially those from Chaozhou-Shantou, their influence there is greater, making things easier to handle.

Yang Qing's heart ached in spasms.

He shouted inwardly, 'Let me go, let me go—I'll definitely make you big money.'

But he didn't dare; he feared that if he spoke up, he might never be able to leave Jingcheng in this lifetime.

Who knows if this is a test?

Director Wang smiled at Yang Qing and asked again.

'You really don't want to go?'

Yang Qing shook his head firmly.

Director Wang looked regretful.

'That's a shame—I thought you'd be happy about it.'

'Then only someone else can go.'

Pain—my heart aches terribly; this is too tormenting.

This is definitely a trap; Yang Qing warned himself sternly—he had already taken ninety‑nine steps, and couldn't afford to be foolish on this final one.

He forced a smile.

'Of course, such matters should still be entrusted to a reliable person.'

Director Wang then took his leave.

It seemed he had come just to say these things to him.

But what time is it now?

It's 1962!

He isn't from 1982.

After Director Wang left, Yang Qing suddenly slumped into his chair.

He had no mood to write the analytical manuscript.

Has something happened?

Why did Aunt Wang suddenly ask him that?

This is too abrupt.

When things go against the norm, there must be something fishy.

He couldn't think of a reason, but being cautious never hurts.

In the following month, Yang Qing became even more cautious—aside from the Long-term Rental project, he just stayed at home.

Because the weather began to warm up, the Long-term Rental project planned a hundred units this year.

They are all standard rooms—small but complete, emphasizing refinement.

There's no way around it—after trials, standard rooms sell best.

But at the same time, the reserved land area of Hongxing Jiedao is rapidly decreasing.

Yang Qing felt that after another two years of this, it would basically be over, and then only Aunt Wang could apply to the district.

Regarding this matter, Yang Qing isn't in a hurry, but Wan Ling is extremely anxious.

'Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, we have money now—should we build a building?'

'Building low‑rise houses would waste too much space.'

Yang Qing asked blankly.

'Can you handle steel and cement?'

Wan Ling laughed hehe.

'Brother-in-law, I heard our steel output has increased again.'

Yang Qing rolled his eyes.

'Even if it increases further, it's not luxurious enough to build you a building.'

He knows, however, that the big white elephant is currently looking for work.