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Chapter 1373 - 668 Old Pan Treats Disabled Soldiers

Chapter 1373: Chapter 668 Old Pan Treats Disabled Soldiers

Ding-a-ling-a-ling...

As the end-of-class bell rang, in a certain classroom, a pretty teacher stood at the podium, smiling at the expectant faces of her students and said, "Class dismissed!"

From below, a chubby little boy who obviously was a size bigger than the other kids, and looked quite sturdy, stood up, "Stand up!"

And so, the students collectively rose to their feet, "Goodbye teacher!"

What followed was a scene of elementary school students lining up to leave the school, with the plump little class monitor leading a small procession along the street, chanting slogans as they all departed from the school together.

Next, the children in the procession waved goodbye to those still in line one by one, until only the chubby monitor was left, when suddenly he began to run at full speed...

Then came the sight of the little fattie running, flashing through the streets and alleys in several cuts, finally arriving at an old-style residential building, where he stood panting heavily at the bottom and shouted, "Dad, Mom, I became the class monitor!"

Then many people came out from the households, parents envious of the chubby boy, each asking why their own child wasn’t both sturdy and well-raised. Then you could hear the boy’s grandmother proudly saying, "Isn’t it all thanks to our old man, who insists on giving the child Qian Niu Hua brand beef jerky? After eating Qian Niu Hua beef jerky, a child just grows up sturdy!"

This was an advertisement for Qian Niu Hua brand beef jerky on TV—these days, advertising wasn’t expensive, especially on local TV stations. Some ads could be played dozens of times a day, so an ad that was a bit longer really wasn’t a big deal. Those commercials for pesticides and human medicines, when including interviews and such, could run for over ten minutes, and some county TV stations even had half-hour long ads.

Those medicine commercials always featured the same old farmers standing at the entrance to the village or in the fields, a look of reminiscence on their faces as they tirelessly recounted the miserable times when they fell ill and needed help even to go to the toilet. They would describe in excessive detail the extent of their misery and their current hopeful outlook on life as they were able to work the fields again.

Compared to those types of commercials, the Qian Niu Hua commercial, which included a slight narrative, seemed quite conscientious, despite the stiff and fake expressions of the people in it.

After all, in those days, as long as an ad wasn’t in violation of moral or legal boundaries, if you could make it and were willing to spend the money, the TV station would broadcast it.

Speaking of which, this ad was said to have been inspired by Yan Chao—a student who actually did become class monitor thanks to beef jerky, though he gave it out to other children.

Besides advertisements, the city’s TV station also broadcast the upcoming Yellow Cattle festival, and made a point of thanking Qian Niu Hua Agricultural and Pastoral Company for their strong support. You have to say, with all kinds of publicity, not only were the various new packaging of beef jerky selling well, but even the vacuum-packed cooked beef was beginning to gain some fame.

What is a famous brand? In most people’s eyes, it’s anything with high recognition. As long as you’re willing to invest in advertising, anything can become a famous brand. The more famous the brand, the more it sells; the more it sells, the more it’s passed on by word of mouth, and like a snowball that grows larger as it rolls, the fame continues to spread...

Yan Fei, the big boss of Qian Niu Hua Enterprise, went about his days quietly—attending classes by daytime, signing documents and stamping seals during meal breaks, chatting with his wife on the computer at night, and delving into the world of dinosaurs in the evenings, joining a bunch of researchers to conduct various useful and useless tests to see their research outcomes.

He found these simple days not too bad; of course, that was just for him. Other students had to wake up at 5 a.m. for morning study sessions, and those in Third Year of High School had night study sessions that lasted until nine in the evening or so, with school ending nearly at ten o’clock—even the time for their three meals a day was interspersed with study time.

Yan Fei, however, didn’t attend any of these study sessions, so naturally he had a much more relaxed schedule.

The school’s teachers and students didn’t mind this because Boss Yan, feeling that his classmates were working too hard, had the farm send several large bones to the school cafeteria and also provided beef agaricus bisporus for the teachers.

But realistically, staying enrolled in school forever wasn’t viable. Yan Fei thought he could hold out until the start of the Yellow Cattle festival. But right before the festival, on the way home from school one afternoon, Uncle Pan called him over.

Looking at the feast Uncle Pan had prepared, Yan Fei rolled his eyes, "Uncle Pan, if you have something to say, just say it directly. All this is a bit embarrassing, isn’t it?"

Old Pan chuckled, "I didn’t prepare much. If you didn’t come, I’d still have to eat, wouldn’t I? Sit down, sit down. Let’s sit and talk."

Yan Fei took a seat, "I’ll follow your lead, Uncle Pan. If you want me to sit, I’ll sit. But say what you need to, and then we can eat. There’s really no need for this, if you set out this spread and don’t talk business, I’d feel too embarrassed to even pick up my chopsticks."

"Alright then, I’ll say it," Old Pan sighed. "I have a nephew who’s in the military. Last year, during the flood relief, an unfortunate accident happened..."

The situation wasn’t complicated, Old Pan’s nephew was named Pan Chengguang, and he had joined the military a few years earlier. During last year’s flood relief effort, he too went with the military to the front lines of the flood fight.

Even those who’d never taken part in flood relief or been on-site knew from the news just how perilous that scene was. And for the soldiers on the front lines at the time, they went wherever the danger was—the true essence of risking their lives to fill in the gaps.