Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 116 Trademark Awareness Lessons for "Profit Merchants"

Fortunately, since the snow stopped on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the weather in Pujiang City has been clearing up every day.

It was already dark for a while, and as the temperature gradually dropped, the pedestrians on the road also quickened their pace to go home.

The street lamps on Anfu Street cast a dim yellow light.

Behind the two street performers, Lu Xiao and Yuan Jiefang each held a lamp tied to a wood to illuminate the two craftsmen.

"Uncle Jiefang," Jiang Shan lit a cigarette again: "Have you lost weight recently?"

Yuan Jiefang patted his big belly: "I'm not thin at all, the busier I am, the more delicious I eat."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Jiang Shan said, "It'll be fine after a while!"

"What's the matter? I think I'm in the way," Yuan Jiefang was unhappy.

He also thought about moving a pot of narcissus from Director Hong's office to Jiang Hai's editor-in-chief's office.

Jiang Shan smiled and took a puff of smoke: "As long as you are not tired, you can come here every day!"

Yuan Jiefang stood there smiling, with his left hand on his hip and his right hand carrying the lamp.

In Jiang Shan's eyes, the other party is a Drifting Monk with Zhu Bajie's body and Zhu Bajie's brain, but who likes to carry a burden.

Lu Xiao held the wooden stick with both hands, leaned his head on the wooden stick, and asked Jiang He with a weak look, "Are you tired?"

Jiang He: "Are you tired?"

Lu Xiao was indeed tired: "It's not cold."

Jiang He's thoughts became more concentrated.

"Second brother, little brother,"

When he was painting most vigorously, Jiang Chuan came, followed by Ying Ruhua who was smiling.

Jiang He continued to paint.

Jiang Shan was in charge of talking: "Dao... Chuanchuan is here."

"Hahaha," Jiang Chuan smiled and glanced at Ying Ruhua, "He wants to call me a knife handle."

Ying Ruhua liked Jiang Chuan's nickname very much, and she rolled her eyes with a smile: "I can hear it too."

Jiang Shan felt that he shouldn't show shame to his younger sister: "Going to a classmate's home to copy homework again?"

Jiang Chuan was very proud: "How is it possible, Ruhua is worse than my grades!"

Ying Ruhua was blushing, still smiling, and explained in a low voice: "It's not too bad."

Feeling that I can't say enough about my little sister, I can only continue to wave.

After a while, after Jiang Chuan left, Jiang He silently looked back at the little girl who was still standing in front of the mural.

"It's called picturesque, right?" Jiang He recalled vigorously, "Come here and help hold the lamp for a while."

Jiang Shan and Yuan Jiefang looked to the right at the same time, only to see that Lu Xiao immediately handed out the light in his hand.

"Okay," Ying Ruhua quickly took it, "Just hold it still?"

Lu Xiao has already started rubbing his shoulders: "Try to move as little as possible."

Yuan Jiefang looked at Jiang Shan, Jiang Shan looked back at him, and continued to do their own things.

The sky began to snow again.

In the past few days, at night, there will be a few thoughts floating around.

The bottom is not big, but it adds some innocent and lively atmosphere to this row of walls.

"You have finally drawn the Bone Demon,"

Suddenly, a gay man riding a bicycle stopped on the street next to the animation wall.

Gay guy in his 40s, looking interested in the last animated wall tonight.

He parked the car and walked to Jiang He's side.

Regardless of whether the other party's hand was full of paint or not, he just kept shaking Jiang He's hand tightly.

"Thank you for choosing this work," the gay man seemed very excited: "I come over every night to watch you paint, and I am looking forward to the appearance of this painting every day."

Jiang He pointed to the side: "I'm only in charge of painting, and that one is in charge of designing."

"Oh?" The gay man hurriedly looked back: "Little comrade, I remember you, you draw very well."

Lu Xiao snorted, then looked at Jiang He with a smile.

Jiang Shan walked over suspiciously: "Are you...a comrade from Meiying Studio?"

"Yes," the gay man smiled, "My name is Yan Dingxian, and I work in Meiying Studio."

"Yan..." Jiang Shan immediately took a few steps closer, and stretched out his hand to hold the other party: "Director Yan, since you come here every day, why don't you say anything, and give us some advice!"

Yan Dingxian, the art designer and director of Meiying Studio, organized and participated in many classic animation works.

Dao Yan, who is only in his 40s at this moment, is very polite to everyone he meets on weekdays.

"I have been observing your paintings since I found out about this from Wang Xiang." At the beginning, Yan Dingxian was really afraid that Jiangshan and the others would spoil the works in the factory:
"I didn't expect your painters to be able to stand the test."

"Hehe," Jiang Shan began to sweat, "It can only be said that we have tried our best."

What he said was not fake at all, neither he nor Jiang He dared to be careless, Yan Dingxian could see it naturally.

At this moment, he walked up to the unfinished "Three Dozens of Bones", and glanced at "Mindless and Unhappy" next to him.

Then he nodded and said, "Each work has its own characteristics, and the drama elements in the Three Dozens of Bone Demons are very obvious."

Jiang Shan stood beside him: "If this work can be made, it must be very successful."

Originally, Jiang Shan didn't want to choose this work to put on the wall.

Because "Three Dozens of Bones" was replaced by "Nezha Naohai", it was not until 1985 that it entered the audience's attention under the name "Golden Monkey Conquering the Demon".

As a gift for the 30th birthday of the motherland, the White Bone Essence was urgently stopped by the relevant department because it is also a symbol of Sangongqing.

At that time, when Jiang Shan was selecting artworks at Meiying Studio, there were only a few pieces of "Three Dozens of Bone Demons".

It was not until the end that Jiang Shan decided to paint it on the last wall.

Unexpectedly, this move made an artist so happy.

Yan Ding first pointed at the mural and said with a smile: "My wife would be very happy if he knew about it. These drawings were completed by the two of us together. Although we can't make a movie now, it is also very happy to be able to meet the masses in this form."

Jiang Shan knew the bitterness of it: "You painted with so much care. What my brother and I liked most at the beginning was this painting of the Bone Demon that incorporates traditional opera elements, so we put it in the finale."

"Oh?" Yan Dingxian's eyes sparkled with starlight: "It turns out that this wall is the finale mural, really... Thank you so much for the arrangement."

Director Yan looked gratefully at Jiang He, but Jiang He remained expressionless.

But after hearing what he said, he turned around and silently bowed slightly to Director Yan.

Jiangshan's hanging heart was finally at ease.

Yan Dingxian was very pleased. In his opinion, this is the affirmation of his artistic creation by the younger generations.

Work on the frescoes is still going on.

"Go home quickly," Jiang Shan urged Ying Ruhua to go back.

At this moment, the snowflakes fluttered a little bit, and it was especially clear on the light pole that Ying Ruhua was holding.

"My house is just across the street, and I'll be back soon," said Ying Ruhua, holding on to the light pole, resolutely like a soldier.

This time, the advertisement of the "Red Star" factory has been completed.

A very simple circle of colorful animated characters, with an empty bottle in the shape of a white shampoo standing in the middle.

Nothing was marked, nothing was drawn.

For the various animation characters in a circle, Jiang Shan is not worried about the suspicion of "infringement".

In the current era, there is a shortage of "profiteers" like him to give a "trademark" awareness class.

After all, it's better to fall into the hands of others.

"little girl,"

At this time, Jiang He had already sent Lu Xiao back, and Yuan Jiefang persuaded him, "With me, this light is enough, you should go home quickly."

Ying Ruhua didn't speak, but she didn't move a step either.

"Let's go," Jiang Shan put down the paintbrush in his hand: "I'll take you home, don't sleep in class tomorrow, and blame us."

"Oh, no more,"

At this moment, Ying Ruhua knew that it was time to go home.

She didn't reject Jiang Shan, after all, the other party is also a good friend's brother.

The two quickly ran across the empty road.

After a while, Ying Ruhua's feet recovered some feeling.

"It was freezing just now," said Jiang Shan, who had never been sympathetic, and lit a cigarette.

"Hehe, it's... not bad."

Hesitating should be like a picture, and his fair little face turned red visible to the naked eye.

In Jiang Shan's eyes, he only felt that the other party was as cute as a child.

"You have to learn more from that elder sister just now, and leave as soon as you can."

Jiang Shan admired Lu Xiao very much, and when he was about to retreat, he did not forget to take Jiang He with him.

"Oh," Ying Ruhua was really listening to his advice: "I'll try it next time."

"Tch," Jiang Shan couldn't help laughing, and said next time: "It seems that your grades are indeed worse than Jiang Chuan's!"

Ying Ruhua didn't want to mention this: "Jiang Chuan said that poor grades are inherited from your family."

"..." Jiang Shan couldn't refute for a while: "Where is your home?"

Ying Ruhua stopped in her footsteps: "Passed by."

Turning around and walking back, Jiang Shan couldn't help touching his forehead: "No wonder you and the knife handle can play together."

Just when Jiang Shan accompanied Ying Ruhua home, the Oriental Metropolis Daily had reached its most tense moment.

In the era of thin newspapers with only four pages, supplements have always had the reputation of being a newspaper ass.

Under Jiang Shan's suggestion, the buttocks of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" will be extra fat.

Like food, cars, and travel in later generations, novels, poems, and essays are the most popular today.

The next few years will be Samsung, stars, blood, and surnames, and it will also be the years when the cultural environment is the most taboo.

The previous final editor did not follow the Oriental Metropolis Daily.

Therefore, the editor-in-chief Jiang Hai decided to go into battle in person.

He and Cai Wensheng are both capable of this job, and the old master who dialed the abacus is standing firmly by Editor-in-Chief Jiang's side at this time.

I saw Jiang Hai at this moment holding a mahogany ruler and directly drawing the layout with his hands.

One measures the length and width, and the other reports the number of words, and the coordination is well organized.

By daybreak, the trial issue of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" was finalized and finally placed on the editor's desk.

Looking at the backs of Jiang Hai and reporter Jiang Zhuangzhuang leaving, none of the staff in the editorial department was willing to go home from get off work.

Be sure to wait for the editor-in-chief who went to the Propaganda Department to submit the manuscript to bring back the news of passing the review.

Jiang Shan felt that it was unnecessary. As far as he could remember, he had never seen a record of any newspaper's trial issue being rejected.

At most, individual manuscripts were removed and replaced.

(End of this chapter)