Su Mingyang stepped forward and took it and said, "Okay, okay, thank you Secretary Hu."

Hu Chengping thought about it, then found a rectangular small brocade box from the roll cabinet, handed it to Su Mingyang and said, "Xiao Su, this is the souvenir I gave when I went to the railway bureau for a meeting last time. It is a good fountain pen, and I will give it to you. I hope you can write more and better articles."

Su Mingyang hurriedly said, "No, no! I can't want such a good pen."

Hu Chengping said: "Xiao Su, don't be polite to me, you must hold this pen!" As he said that, he patted Su Mingyang's hand.

When Su Mingyang saw that Hu Chengping was really going to give it to him, he had to say, "Thank you! Secretary Hu, if nothing happens, I will go back first.

"Xiao Su, wait a moment." Hu Chengping said as he sat at his desk, took an envelope and wrote it up. After writing, he put the two manuscripts in, took out the glue and sealed the mailbox, tore off a stamp and pasted it on. Then he handed it to Su Mingyang and said, "Xiao Su, you have to go to the post office to mail the manuscript. The local post office will pick up the letters once in the morning and evening, and will pick them up once at 4 pm, just in time. I don't know how long it will take to pick up the post office in other places. Reports need timeliness, so don't delay."

"Okay, Secretary Hu, I'll go to the post office now." Su Mingyang took the envelope and left the party committee office and went downstairs. He came to the downstairs of the flight attendant where the convoy was located. He wanted to ride his motorcycle to the post office, but the manuscript paper and envelopes in his hand were left, and he couldn't hold it in his pocket, so he turned around and entered the dispatch room and said to the dispatch staff member Li Changxin who was on duty: "Master Li, I'll put my manuscript paper in your place first, and I'll come back to pick it up later."

Su Mingyang used to take sick leave every few days and often deal with the dispatch team. Haoyan was very concerned and was very familiar with Li Changxin. When he saw that it was Su Mingyang, Li Changxin asked in surprise: "Xiao Su, are you hello?"

Su Mingyang said: "Yes, I go to work on the first day today."

Li Changxin said: "Okay, okay, it's good! Put the things here."

"Thank you, Master Li!" Su Mingyang put down his things and went out, rode his motorcycle to the post office, threw the letter into the mailbox in front of the post office, and immediately rode his motorcycle back.

Last Sunday, Su Mingyang wiped his motorcycle clean and rode it to the car market to sell it. He wanted to find someone who was not good at knowing the profession, but not only could he not lose money, but he could make some money. But he met either a car dealer or a car dealer who knew the profession came to buy a car. After a closer look, he found that his motorcycle had been repaired. A car dealer wanted to get a bargain and only gave him 6,000 yuan, but he refused it.

It’s better to ride it yourself if you sell it for 6,000 yuan. This car has nothing to do with it except falling last time, and the engine is just right. From then on Sunday, I will try my luck in the car market. I will sell it if I don’t lose money, and ride it yourself if I can’t sell it. Now spring is in full bloom, and it’s the golden season for riding a motorcycle.

Back in the section, Su Mingyang did not go to the dispatch room to pick up things. Although he had a temporary desk available in the convoy, the office was public and his things could not be placed in the drawer of the desk. The team always used the office when they left the boarding, and there was nothing left in it. When they got off work, they took it home and went back to the convoy directly.

"Xiao Su, you are back." Qi Lirong asked when she saw Su Mingyang coming in.

Su Mingyang said: "Yes, Secretary Qi, I went to the Party Office to stamp the seal and went to the post office to send the manuscript.

Qi Lirong said: "Your manuscript is well written. I guess the newspaper can send you almost any article, and at the least it can send you one."

Su Mingyang smiled and said, "Secretary Qi, I will be able to post one article."

Qi Lirong said: "Xiao Su, you have a good foundation and you must write and practice frequently. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely be able to write and post one article like an old correspondent in the future."

"Okay, Secretary Qi, I will definitely work harder!" The old correspondent wrote one article and posted one article? Su Mingyang could only laugh. Not to mention the old correspondent, even a gold medal reporter could not write one article and posted one article, but how could he be serious about this issue with Qi Lirong, just think she was encouraging herself.

Qi Lirong took out two keys worn with black roll rope from the drawer and handed them to Su Mingyang, saying, "This is the spare key for my house and the captain's house. You can use it first. Don't be outside, we are not at home, and you can't get in the house."

"Okay, Secretary Qi." Su Mingyang was a little happy to take the key. From Qi Lirong's cold attitude towards him when he came in the morning to being able to think about him now, this is a gratifying change. As long as he works hard, one day he can reverse the bad impression of the team leaders of him.

When I got off work in the evening, Su Mingyang found a convenient bag, went to the dispatching class to pick up manuscript paper and other items, and rode home on a motorcycle. After dinner, he sat at his desk, spread manuscript paper, and started writing an essay that he had conceived in the afternoon.

Writing news reports can certainly gain both fame and fortune, but writing literary works can improve one's fame and character. The fleet does not have so much news material to write. Since the fourth edition of literary works also has the task of reporting, I will write more literary works when I have time. In my previous life, he wrote a lot of small essays, travel notes and short stories. The Liaocheng Railway Newspaper also published hundreds of articles for him. Now that he writes these things, he can write good articles at will.

When he had nothing to do in the afternoon, he began to conceive that writing such small articles to Liaocheng Railway Newspaper must revolve around railway transportation production and employee life. Like communication reports, each article cannot exceed one thousand words, and it is best to grasp it in eight or nine hundred words. It didn't take long, and a small essay describing the life of train crew members was freshly released.

Su Mingyang revised and read it again and again, and felt quite satisfied, so he neatly copied it out on the manuscript paper, checked that there were no typos and punctuation marks and they were correct, and looked at the table, and it was only 8:30 in the evening. So he started to write the second article, around 10 o'clock, and the second article of prose was also copied. He took out the envelope and wrote it, put the two manuscripts in, sealed and pasted them with stamps, and prepared to go to the post office to submit it tomorrow morning, and then washed and went to bed.

In fact, the mailings to Liaodong Railway can be delivered by railway car or registered by railway, which is neither costing money nor convenient and fast. However, the disadvantage is that letters are always lost during transportation. Moreover, when handling truck delivery or railway registration, you have to go through the administrative office of the section. The office only sends mail to the station every morning, which is too inconvenient. Therefore, Su Mingyang prefers to send manuscripts through the post office.
Chapter completed!