
1962: A Stat Panel at My Fingertips! Attack!
1962:词条面板在身!猛攻!
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 768k Words
- Genre
- Urban
- Subgenre
- Urban Life
- Updated
- 2mo ago
- English
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810Recommendations
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Famine might even involve drinking parties to cover up the drinking? You'd be better off feeding your boss peanuts.
What kind of weight do purchasing units in factories and mines use? The author clearly hasn't worked in a factory or mine and hasn't looked into it. For example, a 75-ton gas-producing boiler consumes about 250 tons of coal per day, which is 500,000 jin (250 tons). Is that all the purchasing department needs per month? How many days would that be enough?
Here's something interesting.
Some people believe that before the resumption of the college entrance examination, some high schools did not exist, such as rural high schools located in townships and communes.
Having read so many historical novels, this "refusing to drink at a banquet" thing is really incomprehensible. Did this kind of culture exist back then? Weren't restaurants all state-owned back then? How could they dare to drink and eat like that?
I want to say that high school used to only last two years.
The space is 1 cubic meter; how come the drinking area isn't used?
If you, author, lack even basic common sense, then you shouldn't be writing plots about everyday life.
I quit after reading the first chapter; there wasn't even enough food to eat back then. And they were drinking alcohol too.
For a salesperson, half a jin of baijiu is a bit too little. When I first graduated, I used to accompany people for drinking parties. There were four of us, and before the main dishes were even served, two bottles of liquor were gone.
Why would an unfinished book be given out as a weekend treat? What was the editor thinking?