I'm really just the village head

"Wearing these new designs on the show in the Jiefangbei area is already attractive enough. The newspapers will definitely promote and report. By the way, do you know anyone from the newspaper?"

Liu Chun came to ponder it.

New things are easy to get in the newspaper.

As for the TV?

Think too much.

At present, CCTV does not have a few programs, and local TV stations have not yet developed. People’s biggest news sources are newspapers.

In 1979, the Jialing Factory CJ50 trial production was successful.

This is the first civilian motorcycle developed in China.

During the National Day, a fleet of five Jialing CJ50 motorcycles circled the National Celebration Square, attracting the attention of the people of the whole country, thus kicking off China's transformation from the world's largest bicycle country to the largest motorcycle country.

In a market where competition can only be described as fierce decades later, the cost of advertising investment is quite high.

Right now, it is an opportunity to get publicity without any investment in advertising.

"Yes, cousin Yang Xiaole is a reporter from Shancheng Daily." Wu Erwa suddenly became excited.

Others also became excited.

In the newspaper!

When my old lady saw it, she wouldn't think he was not doing his job properly.

Helping Liu Chunlai to sell his pants, although he said he could get a lot of money from his home, the old man was still worried. After all, he didn't have a fixed job, and he was just the name they gave himself. In fact, he was a despised Erdao dealer!

"Daily paper is not good, but evening paper." Liu Chunlai shook his head.

He understands the difference between daily newspapers and evening newspapers too well.

Daily newspapers can be regarded as the endorsement media of the party media in China. The contents are mainly current affairs news, government meetings, work reports, etc. It is the best channel to understand national and local policies.

Evening News, of course, belongs to the government, and it also has political news, but the content is much less.The main content is some local information and content, close to life, and sold to the public.

To open the market, one must directly use the media to open up sales.

"We don't know either." Wu Erwa was a little embarrassed.

Liu Chunlai sighed, is it possible to find Miao Shilin?

Isn't it nice to go to him for such a trivial matter?

"I asked my cousin, she should know someone." Yang Xiaole immediately ran out.

Liu Chunlai didn't even have time to stop him.

"Find a few tall and brave girls, take them to the Sequoia Garment Factory in the afternoon, let the design department design clothes according to the size, and the day after tomorrow we will come to Jiefangbei for a street fashion show!"

Liu Chunlai ordered Wu Erwa to find someone.

"Brother Chunlai, can't we?" Wu Erwa was a little lost.

How could this kind of thing be missing him.

In fact, he wanted to ask more, what is a catwalk, in order to show that he, a native of the city, is not as knowledgeable as Liu Chun came out of the countryside, Wu Erwa did not ask.

Liu Chunlai looked at him and looked at him several times.

Seeing him eagerly, he sighed.

What is Wu Erwa's plan to become the little prince on the street?

"Your height..."

"I'm 1.72 meters tall!" Wu Erwa straightened her chest and tried to make herself look taller.

Liu Chunlai is a bit speechless, this height is not bad in the southwest, but it has nothing to do with the model, right?

"Alright, go to the Sequoia Garment Factory in the afternoon and wait for me." Liu Chunlai was too lazy to talk nonsense.

In the morning, Liu Jiuwa was forced to practice exercises, but Liu Chunlai didn't want to go back.

Zhou Rong's dead woman must be sent away.

"Is there a wagon?" Zhou Rong looked surprised, "What about other samples?"

"Wait for the sample first, then I will arrange for someone to bring it over. You first bring three thousand pairs of pants." Liu Chunlai looked at the woman's excited expression and breathed a sigh of relief.

Three thousand pants!

Liu Chunlai actually agreed that he owed 40,000 yuan first?

Before he was happy, Liu Chun came and called Liu Long over, "You go to Rongcheng with Zhou Rong tonight. You don't care about the price she sells. You must bring back 40,000 yuan!"

"Liu Chunlai, you are still not a man! Is there someone who doesn't trust people like you?" Zhou Rong suddenly became angry and wanted to kill.

Fortunately, I was grateful.

"Is it a man? I know myself. You must not let you try to see if I am a man. I only trust money!" Liu Chunlai didn't bother to pay attention to her.

Let her scold herself aside.

"Uncle Chunlai, should I go to Rongcheng?" Liu Zhiqiang took the initiative to invite Ying.

Liu Long arduously refused, "You are more familiar with Shancheng, I will go!"

Did they both watch Zhou Rong last year?

This woman is not something ordinary men can control.

I am afraid that there will be a Hulunbuir prairie on top of my head.

"I have to practice when I go! I will try it myself when I come back." Liu Jiuwa, who was wearing a floral apron and carrying a pot of vegetables, came out of the stove with murderous words, let Liu Chunlai learned why these two turtle sons were fighting to go to Rongcheng.

The two suddenly turned into bitter faces.

"Brother Nine, when did you become generous?" Liu Chunlai was a little curious as he looked at the big pot of pork belly.

Liu Jiuwa is in charge of life, even if Liu Chunlai gave him a standard of living of five yuan a day, it is impossible to see flesh every day.

There are six of them here. Zhou Rong is still cooking. From time to time, a group of Wu Erwa comes to the cooking. Although the living cost of five yuan a day is not high, you can still see the meat.

However, Liu Jiuwa is used to saving.

"Eat more, exercises will consume a lot of energy, and come back at night..."

"Brother Nine, I haven't recovered in the morning..." Liu Chunlai bitterly, looking at the big bowl of braised pork in front of him, suddenly lost his appetite.

The soreness in the leg is reminding Liu Chunlai that the future is probably not easy.

Liu Long looked sore, but he ate the meat vigorously.

Because of Liu Chunlai's distrust, Zhou Rong, who kept scolding him, also felt better.

After eating, Liu Chunlai was going to find Bang Bang to help put the bell-bottoms in the house on the cart outside and drag it to the train station.

"What do you do with that money? Do you have a ready-made labor force." Liu Jiuwa disagreed.

Liu Zhiqiang and Liu Long did not have any orders, so they took the initiative to carry the bags to the rack truck.

Sun Xiaoyu and Zhou Rong were also going to help, but they were stopped by Liu Jiuwa.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Seeing Liu Chunlai motionless, Liu Jiuwa's face was dark, and she kicked Liu Chunlai's P shares, making him almost fall.

Liu Chunlai was speechless for a while, "Brother Nine, I am the captain and the standard bearer!"

"You are Liu Chunlai! You need to exercise... Zhiqiang, Liu Long, you two stop and let him move alone!" Liu Jiuwa said coldly, without any room for discussion, "As long as you have the opportunity, you must exercise. , Carrying the bag is the most powerful, except for your head, you have to use your whole body. What's more, you eat a bowl of fat at noon, don’t move too much, it’s easy to digest..."

MMP!

Liu Chunlai almost scolded like them.

Feelings have been suffocated by this old boy before.

Isn't it just a joke? He and Sun Xiaoyu?