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Chapter 113 The Hidden Ending
Pujiang City is already quite lively at this moment, passers-by along the street are burning paper and lighting firecrackers!
The Jiang family couldn't help speeding up.

Fortunately, Jiang Hai's new house is only three stops away from Anhe Street.

On January 1979, 1, Guotai Minan, thousands of lights.

In Courtyard No. 51, Lao Jiang's family had a reunion dinner, and the whole family had mixed feelings!

The newly bought black and white TV set in the dining room accompanied the family through the first New Year's Eve with pictures.

Unfortunately, the end time of the TV show is still at 10:30.

At this moment, the sound of firecrackers outside the house had already overshadowed the movement inside the house.

Jiang Shan is more greedy than a child at the moment, and Li Ruocheng is ready to roll up his sleeves and beat him up.

At night, the sound of firecrackers sounded from time to time, reminding Jiangshan of the days when burning was banned in his previous life.

On the morning of the first day of the new year, the snow that had been floating all night finally stopped.

The faint golden light sprinkled on the red Spring Festival couplets at the gate of the Jiang family.

Jiang Ma, who walked out of the house with a smile, was finally willing to put on a new apron.

The more people, the better the taste of the year.

The boss, Jiang Hai, brought back the newspaper's camera.

After breakfast, the family took turns standing next to the newly bought TV and took a picture.

Jiang Ma and Jiang Chuan deliberately pulled out the plastic flowers from the vase and held them in their hands.

When it was Jiang Hai's turn, Jiang Shan who was holding the camera suddenly put down his hand: "Boss, hold on to the TV antenna."

"it is good,"

Jiang Hai put one hand on his hip and grabbed the thread with the other, benevolently like a bureau-level cadre: "Hurry up, my face is numb!"

Click!
Jiang Shan and his boss took a picture of the advertisement for "San Gui Nourishing Wine" that was being broadcast on the TV.

The moment the camera shutter was pressed, Jiang Hai also heard the voice from the TV.

On January 1979, 1, the "Sangui Yangrong Wine" of Pujiang TV Station, which cost only 28 yuan in advertising, was exclaimed by the media in Xiangjiang: Pujiang reform-opening up.

Under the gaze of Jiang Shan and Jiang Hai, the one-minute-plus advertisement ended.

On the screen of the black and white TV, a line of subtitles jumped out: Pujiang TV Station accepts advertising business from now on.

With a click, Jiang Shan snapped his fingers.

He knew that Director Gu's good days were coming.

Before 1979, TV stations were the poorest unit among all media.

Even if you don't make any money, you have to buy all kinds of expensive equipment.

This upside-down phenomenon did not end until the advent of the advertising age.

"Don't bother Zhang Lu in the future," Jiang Shan muttered to himself and laughed.

Jiang Hai knew who the third child was talking about: "You don't have to worry about it in the future."

"Boss," Jiang Shan had nothing to worry about: "We are happy together!"

……

On the first day of the new year, Jiang Shan, who was paying New Year's greetings at Li Ruocheng's house, glanced at the three dishes and one soup on the table: "Uncle Li, is he starting to save money?"

Li Ruocheng followed his gaze, and immediately scolded with a smile: "Do you know what it means to be prepared for war, and how much can the old couple eat?"

Li Huaiying is not at odds with Jiang Shan: "The old foundation is empty, so I shouldn't be angry with the pension in the first place."

"That's right," Jiang Shan knew that the old couple had been subsidizing their son abroad: "But it doesn't matter, knowledge is the best productivity."

Li Ruocheng pointed at Jiangshan and laughed: "I like to hear that."

The haze of last night will all dissipate in a while.

Recently, the old man has been trying to sell the two vacant houses in the yard, and originally wanted to ask Jiang Shan.

However, when he heard that the boss of the Jiang family had allocated a big suite, he was embarrassed to say it for a while.

After a day of walking around Jiangshan, it was only now that I noticed an extra painting on the lanyard.

"Huh?" Standing in front of the desk, Jiang Shan looked at it carefully: "It's interesting!"

On a piece of white paper, a few strokes outline the back of a woman in a cheongsam.

Slender waist, curly long hair.

What makes Jiang Shan interesting is the cheongsam on this woman.

Actually painted a few mahjong tiles, the wind from the southeast to the northwest, and the extra strips of cakes turned white.

Plus three big hens pecking at the woman's feet...

Jiang Shan couldn't help laughing: "Comrade Cuiping."

He took the drawing paper off the lanyard, held it in his hand and continued to read.

Cuiping on the drawing paper looks at a bed in front of her with her back to Jiangshan.

The bed was empty, but there was a straightforward line written on it: Did he die in the end?
"Ha ha,"

Seeing this, Jiang Shan couldn't help laughing.

Obviously, the owner of this painting must really want to know Yu Zecheng's ending.

The second half of the novel "Latent" is lying in the drawer of the desk.

Jiang Shan, who was still laughing one second, suddenly realized a problem the next second.

The ending of the novel that has been written seems not to adapt to the current society.

The more I think about it, the more I dare not think about it, Jiang Shan is really glad that such an ending of "Latent" has not been published.

After looking at the painting in his hand again, Jiang Shan picked up a brush and added a man in a Chinese tunic suit and glasses on it.

After that, a line of small characters was written in a speech bubble next to Comrade "Yu Zecheng"'s head: Alive!

After clipping the drawing paper on the lanyard again, Jiang Shan began to revise the finale of "Latent"!

【Cuiping stands on the edge of the cliff with her newborn daughter in her arms, looking at the dirt road below the mountain.

From winter to spring, day after day, finally one day, on the mountain path full of winter jasmine flowers, a military jeep slowly drove towards her.end! 】

It's good to have an open ending!
Jiang Shan secretly lamented the cunning of the great writers, no one should be offended, that is the best ending!

"Tsk tsk," Jiang He's tsk sound came from above his head: "Do you know who drew it? Still pinch it back."

Jiang Shan didn't care who she was: "You know?"

Jiang He glanced outside: "Yesterday's classmate from the knife came over to play for a while, I guess it should be her."

"Knife handle," Jiang Shan immediately called out, "Is this drawn by your classmate?"

Since the incident of giving Jiang Chuan a huge amount of pocket money last time, the beautiful little girl has gained a domineering nickname.

Jiang Chuan leaned into half of his body and smiled, "Ruhua likes to draw these things. The notes we pass in class are all her paintings."

"How did she know that Lurking was written by me?" Jiang Shan poached the little girl.

Jiang Chuan stuck out his tongue: "She is not an outsider."

[On January 1, the She-kou Open Industrial Zone was officially established, and my second brother and I have started to create the second mural. 】

[On February 2, a large number of educated youths who went to the mountains and went to the countryside returned to Pujiang one after another. 】

[On February 2, the scaffolding on the side of the office building of the newspaper was completed. Under the strong request of Sister Lu Xiao and Jiang Ma,
The second brother finally agreed to work with the painter of Pujiang Decoration to complete the advertisement words on the exterior wall of "Oriental Metropolis Daily". 】

Jiang He was right, what looked like a dreadful job was as easy as playing in the hands of a few of their facade artists.

The five majestic characters of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" were written on the facade wall of the newspaper office.

It's spectacular and eye-catching.

Wei Yuanxing of "Pujiang Daily" often has to sit in a car to take a look these days.

Facing the big elegant characters in front of him, Wei Yuanxing shook his head: "Formalism."

Looking at the murals on the wall of the newspaper office, I couldn't even look down on them: "It's so fancy, why can't they focus their work on the newspaper?"

Previously, several successful revisions of "Pujiang Daily" have become examples for newspapers in various cities to follow.

When all the newspapers realized that the revision was imperative, Wei Yuanxing also became their counselor.

"At today's meeting, I want to announce a decision," Wei Yuanxing, who was sitting in the car, said to his subordinates: "It's time to mention the advertising price of our newspaper."

The subordinate wearing glasses nodded: "How many standards are you going to mention?"

Wei Yuanxing closed his eyes and thought for a while: "It's the same price as "Jiefang Daily."

"1200 yuan for twenty rows high?"

"Now, the influence of our "Pujiang Daily" cannot be underestimated," Wei Yuanxing immediately decided: "Let's follow the standard of "Jiefang Daily."

There are still ten days left, and the first issue of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" will be submitted for review.

These days, Jiang Shan and Jiang He didn't go anywhere, and stayed outside the newspaper office every day to paint the wall.

One painting after another has formed a considerable scale.

Citizens who come and go often slow down and watch for a while.

Kacha Kacha...

There was a sound of pressing the shutter from behind.

When Jiang Shan stopped painting and looked back, Yu Sigui was frantically pressing the shutter with his camera up.

When Jiang Shan saw it was her, he became happy: "Why is it you?"

Yu Sigui was finally willing to put down the camera: "I brought you Mayumi."

That day, when Yu Sigui got off the plane with his father, the first thing he said after seeing Gu Zhengzheng was: "Where is Jiangshan?"

(End of this chapter)