Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 109 The main battlefield in the future
Li Ruocheng looked at the back of Jiang Shan's departure, and said in confusion, "This old man Jiang, what the hell is he doing?"

It's almost the end of the year, and the sky is getting dark early.

In the hut, Jiang He saw the third child rushing in from the outside, and ran out with a book in his arms: "Don't you want to eat?"

Jiangshan is almost full: "I bought roasted sweet potatoes, you guys try it!"

The voice gradually faded away, and Jiang Shan had already entered Li Ruocheng's house again.

"Uncle Li, look at this." Jiang Shan took Aunt Li's glass of water and said, "I brought it here for you from Japan."

"Oh?" Li Ruocheng took the book and put on his glasses: "The Lion, the Witch and...the Wardrobe? Isn't this The Chronicles of Narnia?"

Jiang Shan hurriedly asked, "Have you read this book?"

Judging by Li Ruocheng's expression at the moment, he seems to like the original book quite a bit: "I've seen a friend's handwritten copy before, but I searched it without reading all of it."

Jiang Shan thought it was just right: "Can you translate this novel?"

The country did not join the World Copyright Organization until 1992.

Before that, Jiangshan was going to plunder capitalism to his heart's content.

Li Ruocheng didn't understand Jiang Shan's meaning: "The publishing house wants it?"

"It's not a publishing house." Jiang Shan moved his chair closer: "Have you forgotten my brother's "Oriental Metropolis Daily?"

"Oh," Li Ruocheng looked at the book in his hand again: "I'm very slow to turn the pages."

"There's no need to hurry," Jiang Shan explained:

"300 words a day is enough. We plan to arrange an English corner column in the newspaper, and publish it in both Chinese and English every day. 300 words are enough."

Li Ruocheng discussed the matter: "This idea is very good. There are many comrades who want to learn English nowadays."

"Right," Jiang Shan laughed: "Don't say you are an English learner, even if you only understand Chinese, this story will definitely attract readers."

"It makes sense," Li Ruocheng still knew a little bit about the content of the book: "300 words a day is no problem, I helped you read it."

Jiang Shan nodded: "I know that Uncle Li will definitely help me. Your manuscript fee will be paid once a week. The manuscript fee of newspapers and periodicals is different from that of publishing houses. If you suffer a bit, can you just pay 10 yuan per thousand words?"

At this moment, Li Huaiying who was also sitting in the study's eyes lit up.

But in the next second, she knew that her husband would definitely not agree.

"10 yuan for a thousand characters?" Sure enough, Li Ruocheng took off his glasses after hearing this: "How can that be done? The publishing house only gave me 5 yuan for a thousand characters. How can I earn money from you juniors!"

"You are not taking our money," Jiang Shan corrected:

"I also took the manuscript fee from the newspaper. If we write well, the newspaper will naturally sell well. My brother said that he is worried about handing it over to others for translation. This is the English corner!"

After hearing Jiang Shan's repeated emphasis, Li Ruocheng also felt that his words were reasonable, pointing to the direction where the person left just now, he said:
"Your brother is right to think that way. The one just now has started translating novels."

Jiang Shan strikes while the iron is hot: "Then I will first thank you for the elder brother."

After watching his wife nod seriously, Li Huaiying finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The third child,"

Suddenly, Jiang Hai's excited voice came from the yard: "You know, my house has been divided!"

"Really?" Jiang Shan and Uncle Li stood up at the same time and looked out the window.

As soon as the words fell, the door of Jiang's house was pushed open.

Jiang Ma, who was the first to appear on the scene, said anxiously, "Boss, is your house divided?"

Jiang Hai pursed his lips, feeling very happy.

All the Jiang family in the room squeezed out.

"How big?"

"How many rooms?"

"Where is the house?"

Jiang Xiaobai, sticky: "Father."

Jiang Hai picked up his youngest son, kissed him hard, then took his daughter to his side, and rubbed his little head vigorously.

"Hurry up, come into the house," Jiang's father hurriedly greeted, "Eat while it's hot!"

Seeing the family walking into the house smiling, the elders of the Li family also laughed happily.

"Boss,"

As soon as Jiang Ma picked up her job, she couldn't help but ask, "How big is the house?"

"It's a big deal," Jiang Hai said beautifully after thinking about it, "I think it will cost more than 60 square meters, and I will pick up the keys tomorrow."

"Where does the Industrial and Commercial Bureau get?" Jiang Shan couldn't help asking.

Jiang Hai shook his head: "I don't know which side is responsible for it. When I was about to get off work, the Propaganda Department suddenly called and informed me that it was my turn to choose a house."

Father Jiang said with certainty: "Then it has nothing to do with the Industrial and Commercial Bureau."

"But after the call was hung up," Jiang Hai was also wondering about this: "Deputy Director Dai of the Industry and Commerce Bureau called me and asked me if I was satisfied with the house."

Jiang Shan was quite surprised: "So, it's probably due to the industry and commerce side?"

Jiang Hai nodded.

At this moment, Jiang He was the happiest: "Whoever deserves the credit, anyway, you should move out quickly."

After he and the third child moved into the big room, they could buy a desk that sinks at both ends.

"I will come back to live often with the house," Jiang Hai could not bear to leave.

The younger sister Jiang Chuan was also thinking about it with a smile on her face. When she heard what the elder brother said, she quickly pointed to the small bed next to the dining table and said, "Elder brother, you will sleep here from now on."

Jiang's mother wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Ever since she found out that Jiang Hai was divorced, she had never seen him smile so happily...she seemed to have seen him before.

At this time, Jiang Ma said silently in her heart, sometimes it is not a bad thing for a child to be heartless.

It seems that she has to be more open in the future, just like San'er said.

Anyway, none of the family members she cared about left, so why force her to stay if she couldn't keep them.

"Come on," Jiang Ma hurriedly greeted the two children: "Grandma just learned a new dish today!"

"Mom," Jiang Shan said on behalf of his family, "It's good that you keep the old style!"

"Yep!"

"I can still eat some of the old ones!"

"..." Jiang Ma: "No leftovers are allowed today, or we will continue to innovate tomorrow!"

On the afternoon of the second day, Jiang Shan stood on Anfu Street, looking at the Oriental Metropolis Newspaper office in front of him.

The reason why Anfu Street Primary School was abandoned was because the teaching building with only four classrooms on each floor was too small.

The second reason is that this elementary school does not have a decent playground.

However, there is a [-]-meter-long courtyard wall facing the street.

This is also where Jiangshan is most satisfied.

"Second brother," Jiang Shan said with a smile to Jiang He beside him, "Have you spent almost all the money?"

Jiang He didn't want to answer him directly: "Hurry up, what did you call me for?"

"See this section of the wall?" Jiang Shan raised his hand and pointed: "Do you still remember your old profession?"

"Heh," Jiang He grinned, "The craftsmanship is still there!"

Jiang Shan waved his hand: "This month, it belongs to both of us!"

This morning, after receiving the commission from Meiying Studio, Jiang Shan decided to make a big fuss on a wall.

At the same time, Jiang Hai, who was standing in the meeting room of the newspaper office, looked around and said, "Our newspaper office is good at this. There are many rooms, as well as tables and chairs."

The members of the newspaper office sitting in a circle at the large conference table formed by combining small desks laughed one after another.

In the next second, the editor-in-chief Jiang Hai turned around and wrote four big characters on the blackboard: Zhihu, Times!

"Everyone understands the principle of news attracting customers and supplements retaining customers,"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Hai tapped on the blackboard and continued:

"Zhihu and Times, these two supplements of "Oriental Metropolis Daily", will be our main battlefield in the future..."

News is offensive, and supplements are defensive.

Jiang Shan has carefully analyzed the most popular newspapers and found that they all have the same selling point - Supplement!
The "Flower Land" and "Party" of "Yangcheng Evening News", "Stars" of "Yangtze Evening News", "Luminous Cup" of "Xinmin Evening News"... are all places where famous artists compete to appear.

Of course Jiangshan doesn't want to miss it!

While the Oriental Metropolis Daily was still busy launching its publication, the major newspapers in Pujiang City were publishing at least one advertisement a day, showing the news of the re-opening of Shanghai to newspaper offices across the country.

"Shancheng Daily" followed up, "Guangzhou Daily" followed up, and "Nanjing Daily" followed up...

However, the effects of advertising are different. Some merchants soared into the sky, while others did not see a few drops of water.

For example: Red Star Daily Chemical Factory.

At this time, Yuan Jiefang, who had been reporting to the factory director's office every day, came again.

The first sentence when entering the door is: "This advertisement has been published in the newspaper for a few days, why hasn't there been any movement?"

Factory Manager Hong got angry when he saw him: "You still have the nerve to ask me? I advertised next to each other in several newspapers in Pujiang, but what happened? It's useless, old Yuan."

Yuan Jiefang is used to being choked: "I'll go to the editor-in-chief Jiang of Pujiang Daily, he must have a solution."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out of the factory director's room.

Director Hong looked at the other party's round body and shook his head: "Why did you go so early!"

Half an hour later, Yuan Jiefang, who stepped on a [-] pole, really came to the "Advertising Business Subscription Section" of "Pujiang Daily".

"Comrade," Yuan Jiefang asked with a smile on his face, "Is your editor-in-chief here?"

Coincidentally, Wei Yuanxing happened to come over to inspect the work at this moment.

"I am," Wei Yuanxing looked at the other party, and asked with a smile: "Which unit are you a comrade in, are you going to advertise for a few days?"

Yuan Jiefang, who still had his old problems, glared at the other party bluntly: "Where did you come from as the editor-in-chief, I want to see the editor-in-chief Jiang."

Everyone in the room, whether sitting or standing, all looked at the same focus.

Wei Yuanxing's face immediately darkened.

The chief of the business department quickly said to Yuan Jiefang: "There is only editor-in-chief Wei here, and editor-in-chief Jiang has already been lost!"

"What?" Yuan Jiefang said in disbelief: "So a capable comrade can also be transferred? Where was he transferred?"

The business section chief asked impatiently: "Do you want to come to our newspaper to advertise? If so, pay the money and register."

Yuan Jiefang became impatient: "I only trust Editor-in-Chief Jiang. I can't trust the capabilities of your newspaper without him here."

In the past ten days, Hongxing Daily Chemical Factory has published advertisements in several newspapers.

But compared to the same type of high-end shampoo, major merchants would rather wait in line at the Pujiang Daily Chemical Factory for "Spring Thunder" than choose "Red Star" which is one yuan cheaper.

Finally, Yuan Jiefang got the address of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" under the unremitting nonsense.

(End of this chapter)