Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio
Chapter 108 Realizing 5 Drawings
Chapter 108
At this time, Jiang Shan looked at the boxes of drawings placed in the studio, and catalog labels were affixed to each box.
"Lingzhuzi Reincarnation", "Xunhai Yasha and the Three Dragons"...
Only one open and close lotus wrapping the body, the painters painted a thick stack.
These ingenious drawings of the artists can only be gathered in the future into a "Nezha Naohai" that is not making money.
Similar phenomena will directly lead to the brain drain of Meiying Studio in the 90s, stepping down from the altar,
After all, this is a world where even Bodhisattvas are soliciting incense.
"Director Wang," Jiang Shan gently picked up a sketch: "How many sketches do you have?"
Wang Xiang walked over with a smile: "This is only part of it. We have designed more than 5 sketches for this movie. Generally, we will take out which part of the plot we have shot."
Jiang Shan continued: "After the movie is finished, what will happen to these sketches?"
For a while, Jiang Shan really felt like a reporter.
Director Wang has already walked to his side: "After the filming work is over, there is a special archive room in the factory for unified collection and storage."
"That is to say," Jiang Shan said with a distressed expression on his face, "the sketches that have been prepared for so many years are now sealed up."
As soon as Jiang Shan said this, the other staff in the studio stopped their work one after another.
What I have always taken for granted, now that I said it from this young man, why do I suddenly feel that...
"Although it's not easy," Director Wang was indeed a bit reluctant: "But when we see the finished film, everything is worth it."
At this moment, other staff also showed the same gratified smile.
"The finished product can also have many forms," Jiang Shan directly expressed his thoughts: "Before the movie is finished, with so many sketches, a set of comic strips can be produced."
Director Wang didn't expect the other party to say: "A comic strip?"
"Yes, coloring strips,"
Jiang Shan held a stack of sketches in a cardboard box with two hands:
"This box is called "The Birth of Nezha", that box is called "Grudges in the East China Sea", and then "The Battle of Shiji", "Wisdom to Retire the Dragon King"..."
Following, a few words from Jiang Shan.
At this moment, Director Wang looked at the stacks of sketches in his hand, as if they had really become wonderful comic strips.
Not only him, but other people's ears became brighter as well.
"Little comrade, can these really be published?"
"I think this young man is right. The comic strips on the market today are not as exquisite as ours."
"It's not a class at all."
"If these sketches can really be published as a set of books, I must buy a set and take it back."
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting better, Jiang Shan added the most critical knowledge points in time:
"I'm just drawing comic books for an art publishing house. As popular as the comic book market is today, the publishing house is short of books."
"Oh?" Director Wang didn't expect the little reporter in front of him to be with him: "Are you still drawing for the publishing house?"
Jiang Shan nodded: "Yes, my art editor often complains that the source of books cannot keep up with the purchasing power of the people."
Director Wang also knows a thing or two about how popular the book market is: "The comic books are suitable for all ages!"
"All of you are ready-made," Jiang Shan has always believed that although art is priceless, it does not mean that it cannot generate value:
"Edit the text, and it can be printed immediately."
"Little comrade," Director Wang pondered for a while, and grasped a key point: "You just said that before the film is finished...the book will be published first?"
Jiang Shan was very sure of this: "That's right."
Director Wang hesitated, "But...if everyone has already read the book, who will go to the movies then?"
"There will only be more people watching the movie," Jiang Shan told the truth: "And, after the movie is released, the comic strips of "Ne Zha Nao Hai" will sell even better."
It sounds good, but Director Wang has no experience: "Why is that?"
Jiang Shan began to give an example: "In Japan, there is a cartoon with a very high ratings called "Astro Boy". Before this cartoon was broadcast, its comic strips had been published for a full ten years."
Director Wang's eyes lit up: "It's been published for ten years."
"I can testify to this," said Gu Zhengzheng, who is also getting to know about Japan's recent sassy operations: "There are many cartoons in Japan that start with the serialization of comic strips before they are broadcast."
"Yes," Jiang Shan thinks the same can be done in China:
"For a comic strip of the level of "Nezha Navigating the Sea", our factory can still get the number of prints, reprints, and keep rolling every year..."
With the in-depth introduction of Jiangshan, Director Wang seemed to see that the beautifully drawn "Nezha Naohai" had appeared on the shelves of the bookstore.
Jiang Shan didn't continue talking, but everyone already understood what he meant.
Later generations say that Meiying Factory is a unit that sits on a gold mine and begs for food.
But, in fact, within a few years, there will be an artist with "excellent vision" who will publish under the name of Meiying Studio.
"May I ask what should this Comrade Jiang be called?" Director Wang remembered that Director Gu only called him Comrade Xiao Jiang.
Just as Jiang Shan was about to speak, Director Gu hurriedly introduced, "His name is Jiang Shan, and he is an outstanding... literary and art worker."
Then, he said to Wang Xiang mysteriously: "A very outstanding comrade, I finally seconded him to the TV station."
"Well," Wang Xiang already sensed that the direction of the market was changing:
"Comrade Xiaojiang, your suggestion is very timely. Our factory recently...haha, anyway, it is really timely."
The comrades in the studio all laughed, and the artists at this moment were more or less reluctant to talk about economic benefits.
Jiang Shan was smiling at the side, they hadn't seen the wonderful operations of the back wavers yet.
However, Meiying Studio couldn't wait any longer.
"If Meiying Studio decides to publish the comic strip of "Nezha Navigating the Sea," Jiang Shan began to focus: "Our Oriental Metropolis Daily can promote it for you for free."
"Free publicity?" Director Wang didn't think so far.
"This year, the country is going to hold Children's Day," Jiang Shan insisted. "As a propaganda department, our newspaper office has the responsibility to recommend to children...we can still do this..."
After Director Wang nodded frequently, Jiang Shan's eyes became clearer and clearer.
Since the first advertisement can make "Pujiang Daily", he will organize another "first".
What Jiangshan is best at is this kind of "first" that fulfills you and me.
In the evening, Anhe Street, Pujiang City.
The howling wind quickened the pace of pedestrians on the road.
Walking all the way, thinking about the country all the way, he didn't realize that he had already passed the house number 51.
Until, he smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes on the roadside.
"Give me ten...five roasted sweet potatoes!"
In winter, Jiangshan loves this one the most.
When he walked into the courtyard with two paper bags of roasted sweet potatoes.
I saw Li Ruocheng sitting in front of the window at a glance.
Jiang Shan walked over with a smile, and was just about to pass the roasted sweet potatoes in, but found that there seemed to be another guest in the room.
"Comrade Li, why are you still as stubborn as before?"
The guest sitting behind Li Ruocheng didn't seem to notice the old man's increasingly cold face:
"I've inquired about it a long time ago. With the books you're reading now, you won't earn any royalties in a year."
Li Ruocheng had already seen Jiang Shan at this moment, and they just looked at each other silently, one inside and one outside.
The guest behind was still earnestly saying: "Let's just talk about your "Gone with the Wind", the publishing house will not pay you the manuscript fee until it is completely translated, and now the translation fee is only 1 to 5 yuan per thousand words, even if you can get five yuan so what? , you have to wait for a year, and don't even think about how old you are now..."
Hearing this, Jiang Shan probably already knew the purpose of this person, he raised the roasted sweet potato in his hand to Li Ruocheng.
Li Ruocheng nodded.
So, Jiang Shan put a bag of sweet potatoes on the window sill, and the old man stretched out his hand and hugged it in.
"If you come to join our translation team, each person will translate one-tenth, and you will be able to share the money in a week."
The old man took a bite of the roasted sweet potato and murmured, "Still doing it like we did in the cadre school?"
"What's wrong with doing that," the person inside cast a glance at Jiang Shan, swallowed, and persuaded, "Those readers know what you translate, and they will read whatever you translate..."
Around 1980, all kinds of books poured into the country like a tide, and also attracted translators of all levels.
By next year, the State Publishing Bureau will raise the translation fee to 5 to 8 yuan, and then to 8 to 15 yuan.
After learning about this piece of cake, many people worked overtime to learn foreign languages for the first half of the year, so they dared to enter the industry in a hurry.
With his back against the endless persuasion, the old man gnawed hard on the sweet potato.
Jiang Shan hurriedly asked, "How does it taste?"
Li Ruocheng glanced at him: "Fragrant!"
Finally, the uninvited guest who had been left in the cold for a long time was about to get up and leave: "Old Li, I kindly reminded you, don't regret it when you see us all making money in the future."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Li Ruocheng to reply, he stepped out of the gate directly, and did not forget to give Jiang Shan a glare before leaving.
"Who is this person?" Jiang Shan looked at the old man and asked.
Li Ruocheng looked in the direction of those who went: "Isn't that the group leader of the cadre school back then."
"Oh," Jiang Shan was quite surprised: "Why isn't he affected at all?"
"That's why you, Uncle Li, refused to go back to the original unit." Li Huaiying walked into the room and smiled bitterly: "The old saying is true, the bad guys live a thousand years, and the good guys..."
Li Ruocheng turned his head and glared at his wife: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't spoil the child."
Li Huaiying smiled: "Don't worry, children are better than you!"
"Uncle Li, wait for me for a while."
After Jiang Shan finished speaking, he walked towards his home.
In fact, he has long discovered that Uncle Li, who has never had a formal unit, now doesn't even have a retirement salary.
As a result, Li Ruocheng never dared to stop the translation in his hand.
But even so, when facing the job he loves, the old man is not willing to be sloppy at all!
(End of this chapter)
At this time, Jiang Shan looked at the boxes of drawings placed in the studio, and catalog labels were affixed to each box.
"Lingzhuzi Reincarnation", "Xunhai Yasha and the Three Dragons"...
Only one open and close lotus wrapping the body, the painters painted a thick stack.
These ingenious drawings of the artists can only be gathered in the future into a "Nezha Naohai" that is not making money.
Similar phenomena will directly lead to the brain drain of Meiying Studio in the 90s, stepping down from the altar,
After all, this is a world where even Bodhisattvas are soliciting incense.
"Director Wang," Jiang Shan gently picked up a sketch: "How many sketches do you have?"
Wang Xiang walked over with a smile: "This is only part of it. We have designed more than 5 sketches for this movie. Generally, we will take out which part of the plot we have shot."
Jiang Shan continued: "After the movie is finished, what will happen to these sketches?"
For a while, Jiang Shan really felt like a reporter.
Director Wang has already walked to his side: "After the filming work is over, there is a special archive room in the factory for unified collection and storage."
"That is to say," Jiang Shan said with a distressed expression on his face, "the sketches that have been prepared for so many years are now sealed up."
As soon as Jiang Shan said this, the other staff in the studio stopped their work one after another.
What I have always taken for granted, now that I said it from this young man, why do I suddenly feel that...
"Although it's not easy," Director Wang was indeed a bit reluctant: "But when we see the finished film, everything is worth it."
At this moment, other staff also showed the same gratified smile.
"The finished product can also have many forms," Jiang Shan directly expressed his thoughts: "Before the movie is finished, with so many sketches, a set of comic strips can be produced."
Director Wang didn't expect the other party to say: "A comic strip?"
"Yes, coloring strips,"
Jiang Shan held a stack of sketches in a cardboard box with two hands:
"This box is called "The Birth of Nezha", that box is called "Grudges in the East China Sea", and then "The Battle of Shiji", "Wisdom to Retire the Dragon King"..."
Following, a few words from Jiang Shan.
At this moment, Director Wang looked at the stacks of sketches in his hand, as if they had really become wonderful comic strips.
Not only him, but other people's ears became brighter as well.
"Little comrade, can these really be published?"
"I think this young man is right. The comic strips on the market today are not as exquisite as ours."
"It's not a class at all."
"If these sketches can really be published as a set of books, I must buy a set and take it back."
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting better, Jiang Shan added the most critical knowledge points in time:
"I'm just drawing comic books for an art publishing house. As popular as the comic book market is today, the publishing house is short of books."
"Oh?" Director Wang didn't expect the little reporter in front of him to be with him: "Are you still drawing for the publishing house?"
Jiang Shan nodded: "Yes, my art editor often complains that the source of books cannot keep up with the purchasing power of the people."
Director Wang also knows a thing or two about how popular the book market is: "The comic books are suitable for all ages!"
"All of you are ready-made," Jiang Shan has always believed that although art is priceless, it does not mean that it cannot generate value:
"Edit the text, and it can be printed immediately."
"Little comrade," Director Wang pondered for a while, and grasped a key point: "You just said that before the film is finished...the book will be published first?"
Jiang Shan was very sure of this: "That's right."
Director Wang hesitated, "But...if everyone has already read the book, who will go to the movies then?"
"There will only be more people watching the movie," Jiang Shan told the truth: "And, after the movie is released, the comic strips of "Ne Zha Nao Hai" will sell even better."
It sounds good, but Director Wang has no experience: "Why is that?"
Jiang Shan began to give an example: "In Japan, there is a cartoon with a very high ratings called "Astro Boy". Before this cartoon was broadcast, its comic strips had been published for a full ten years."
Director Wang's eyes lit up: "It's been published for ten years."
"I can testify to this," said Gu Zhengzheng, who is also getting to know about Japan's recent sassy operations: "There are many cartoons in Japan that start with the serialization of comic strips before they are broadcast."
"Yes," Jiang Shan thinks the same can be done in China:
"For a comic strip of the level of "Nezha Navigating the Sea", our factory can still get the number of prints, reprints, and keep rolling every year..."
With the in-depth introduction of Jiangshan, Director Wang seemed to see that the beautifully drawn "Nezha Naohai" had appeared on the shelves of the bookstore.
Jiang Shan didn't continue talking, but everyone already understood what he meant.
Later generations say that Meiying Factory is a unit that sits on a gold mine and begs for food.
But, in fact, within a few years, there will be an artist with "excellent vision" who will publish under the name of Meiying Studio.
"May I ask what should this Comrade Jiang be called?" Director Wang remembered that Director Gu only called him Comrade Xiao Jiang.
Just as Jiang Shan was about to speak, Director Gu hurriedly introduced, "His name is Jiang Shan, and he is an outstanding... literary and art worker."
Then, he said to Wang Xiang mysteriously: "A very outstanding comrade, I finally seconded him to the TV station."
"Well," Wang Xiang already sensed that the direction of the market was changing:
"Comrade Xiaojiang, your suggestion is very timely. Our factory recently...haha, anyway, it is really timely."
The comrades in the studio all laughed, and the artists at this moment were more or less reluctant to talk about economic benefits.
Jiang Shan was smiling at the side, they hadn't seen the wonderful operations of the back wavers yet.
However, Meiying Studio couldn't wait any longer.
"If Meiying Studio decides to publish the comic strip of "Nezha Navigating the Sea," Jiang Shan began to focus: "Our Oriental Metropolis Daily can promote it for you for free."
"Free publicity?" Director Wang didn't think so far.
"This year, the country is going to hold Children's Day," Jiang Shan insisted. "As a propaganda department, our newspaper office has the responsibility to recommend to children...we can still do this..."
After Director Wang nodded frequently, Jiang Shan's eyes became clearer and clearer.
Since the first advertisement can make "Pujiang Daily", he will organize another "first".
What Jiangshan is best at is this kind of "first" that fulfills you and me.
In the evening, Anhe Street, Pujiang City.
The howling wind quickened the pace of pedestrians on the road.
Walking all the way, thinking about the country all the way, he didn't realize that he had already passed the house number 51.
Until, he smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes on the roadside.
"Give me ten...five roasted sweet potatoes!"
In winter, Jiangshan loves this one the most.
When he walked into the courtyard with two paper bags of roasted sweet potatoes.
I saw Li Ruocheng sitting in front of the window at a glance.
Jiang Shan walked over with a smile, and was just about to pass the roasted sweet potatoes in, but found that there seemed to be another guest in the room.
"Comrade Li, why are you still as stubborn as before?"
The guest sitting behind Li Ruocheng didn't seem to notice the old man's increasingly cold face:
"I've inquired about it a long time ago. With the books you're reading now, you won't earn any royalties in a year."
Li Ruocheng had already seen Jiang Shan at this moment, and they just looked at each other silently, one inside and one outside.
The guest behind was still earnestly saying: "Let's just talk about your "Gone with the Wind", the publishing house will not pay you the manuscript fee until it is completely translated, and now the translation fee is only 1 to 5 yuan per thousand words, even if you can get five yuan so what? , you have to wait for a year, and don't even think about how old you are now..."
Hearing this, Jiang Shan probably already knew the purpose of this person, he raised the roasted sweet potato in his hand to Li Ruocheng.
Li Ruocheng nodded.
So, Jiang Shan put a bag of sweet potatoes on the window sill, and the old man stretched out his hand and hugged it in.
"If you come to join our translation team, each person will translate one-tenth, and you will be able to share the money in a week."
The old man took a bite of the roasted sweet potato and murmured, "Still doing it like we did in the cadre school?"
"What's wrong with doing that," the person inside cast a glance at Jiang Shan, swallowed, and persuaded, "Those readers know what you translate, and they will read whatever you translate..."
Around 1980, all kinds of books poured into the country like a tide, and also attracted translators of all levels.
By next year, the State Publishing Bureau will raise the translation fee to 5 to 8 yuan, and then to 8 to 15 yuan.
After learning about this piece of cake, many people worked overtime to learn foreign languages for the first half of the year, so they dared to enter the industry in a hurry.
With his back against the endless persuasion, the old man gnawed hard on the sweet potato.
Jiang Shan hurriedly asked, "How does it taste?"
Li Ruocheng glanced at him: "Fragrant!"
Finally, the uninvited guest who had been left in the cold for a long time was about to get up and leave: "Old Li, I kindly reminded you, don't regret it when you see us all making money in the future."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Li Ruocheng to reply, he stepped out of the gate directly, and did not forget to give Jiang Shan a glare before leaving.
"Who is this person?" Jiang Shan looked at the old man and asked.
Li Ruocheng looked in the direction of those who went: "Isn't that the group leader of the cadre school back then."
"Oh," Jiang Shan was quite surprised: "Why isn't he affected at all?"
"That's why you, Uncle Li, refused to go back to the original unit." Li Huaiying walked into the room and smiled bitterly: "The old saying is true, the bad guys live a thousand years, and the good guys..."
Li Ruocheng turned his head and glared at his wife: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't spoil the child."
Li Huaiying smiled: "Don't worry, children are better than you!"
"Uncle Li, wait for me for a while."
After Jiang Shan finished speaking, he walked towards his home.
In fact, he has long discovered that Uncle Li, who has never had a formal unit, now doesn't even have a retirement salary.
As a result, Li Ruocheng never dared to stop the translation in his hand.
But even so, when facing the job he loves, the old man is not willing to be sloppy at all!
(End of this chapter)
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