Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 123 The 1800 Million Design Fee of the Alcoholic Alcohol
On the streets of Guangzhou City, you can see a tourist minibus driving by from time to time.

According to the gay men in the front row, these cars are loaded with foreigners.

This group of people first flew to Xiangjiang, and then led by local translators and tour guides, they came to the inland to investigate business opportunities through Luohu Port.

These foreigners kept taking pictures in the car all the way.

After seeing the car in which Jiang Shan was riding, he quickly raised his camera.

Coincidentally, there happened to be a photo match with Jiang Shan who was sitting in the back row.

It turned out that Jiangshan was not idle for a while. When I saw the Friendship Mall, I took a picture, and when I saw the vegetable field of the Dengfeng Brigade next to the Friendship Mall, I also took a picture...

Passing by the billboard of suspender skirts on the square in front of the train station, I quickly snapped two photos.

After the filming, I did not forget to say a few words of emotion, after all, it is a coastal city, so it is cheap to dress!

The key is still in this age.

In this day and age, there is one other thing that needs to be sparingly used, and that is film.

Jiang Shan, who was changing the film, couldn't help but miss his Digimons.

The Guangzhou-Zhou Academy of Painting, which was just completed in 1979, is located on the bank of Liuhua Lake.

The area is quite large, even if it is left in later generations, it will not lose the wind in the slightest.

After all, it is one of the four major painting academies in China.

Around the 80s, the Artists Association was the same as the Writers Association.

Metropolitan organizations invite some famous artists and newcomers to gather together to encourage creation or polish works.

For example, Huang Yongyu, who is 55 years old this year.

He was living in the Guangzhou Academy of Painting at that time, mainly because the Academy wanted him to hold a solo exhibition here.

When Jiang Shan and Yu Sigui inquired all the way and found Huang Yongyu's studio.

The host was busy refilling tea for another friend who came from afar.

"Who are you two?"

Facing Huang Yongyu's inquiry, Jiang Shan stood outside the studio and waited for it, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

After all, Zhou Run/Fa was also rejected by the master Zeng in front of him.

For a while, he and Yu Sigui laughed like a pair of hosts of the Spring Festival Gala.

Jiang Shan: "I'm a reporter from the Oriental Metropolis Daily, and I'm here to visit you!"

Yu Sigui condescended in time: "Hello, Master Huang, I am the assistant of Reporter Jiang."

Huang Yongyu, who was holding a black pipe, had slightly messy hair.

On his thin face, he looked somewhat malnourished.

At this moment, he was not going to let the two strangers in front of him in.

But in the next second, he saw the birdcage Jiang Shan was holding in his hand again.

"Fortune tellers are called masters," Huang Yongyu accepted a business card from Jiang Shan, although his impatience was already written on his face.

Recently in Guangzhou-zhou, this thing has become popular.

Huang Yongyu glanced at it, thinking that he would see a long list of officials and promotions on it again.

Didn't expect it to be:

[Enjoy the right to use the national sidewalk for free, and the right to view the green belt...Jiangshan]

"Huh?" Huang Yongyu pointed at the business card with a pipe, and pointed at Jiangshan, and laughed: "You are Jiangshan?"

Jiang Shan smiled and nodded: "I am Jiang Shan!"

"Hahaha," Huang Yongyu smiled brighter and brighter: "What an interesting little friend, come in and sit down!"

Jiang Shan's move is actually copying Huang Yongyu's homework in his old age. At that time, the old man will hand out a business card to everyone:
[Free access to national public toilets...Huang Yongyu]

Jiang Shan, obviously relieved, walked into the studio carrying the birdcage.

Yu Sigui, who was following behind, couldn't help but start looking at the studio.

"Come on, let me introduce you,"

Huang Yongyu pointed to Jiangshan, and introduced to his friends in the room: "This young man is a reporter from Pujiang, please take a look at his business card!"

The other glanced at it with a smile, then shook his head and said, "His personality is a bit like that of you."

"Ha," Huang Yongyu was thinking:
"Reporter Xiaojiang, my old friend, you should do a good job interviewing Shao Bolin, the only stamp designer in our country."

The moment he entered the door, Jiang Shan had already recognized him.

At this moment, he was feeling in his heart that it was better to come early than to come just right.

"Hi Master Shao, I am Jiang Shan, a reporter from Oriental Metropolis Daily."

"Hello, Comrade Xiaojiang," Shao Bolin said with a polite smile, "There is no master here, and Lao Huang doesn't like being called a master either."

"Okay, Teacher Shao," Jiang Shan was not hypocritical, it would be better to call the teacher.

"It doesn't matter what you call it," Huang Yongyu greeted the two young people to sit down and drink tea: "This is what you mentioned?"

For a while, all he could see was the birdcage in Jiang Shan's hand.

Coincidentally, Jiang Shan was worried about where to put it: "Mr. Huang, I brought you a pair of owls specially, and I don't know if you like them or not!"

Before the 90s, if you want to raise it, you can raise it happily!

"He just likes these living things," but Shao Bolin has never seen anyone raising an owl: "Is this bird really an owl?"

When Huang Yongyu heard that it was a gift for himself, he immediately took the initiative to mention it: "That's right, what kind of animal is the best to raise from a young age, how did you catch it?"

Jiang Shan also just heard: "Owls like to sleep during the day, and when the sun is at its highest, go to the woods to catch one."

"Really?" Huang Yongyu listened excitedly, opened the cage door and slipped one out.

Putting it on the table, the little owl stood there upright, like a fool.

The few people in the room didn't speak for a while, just staring at the bird.

Maybe it was too quiet.

The little owl gradually closed its eyes, then squatted more and more rounded, and almost fell over without paying attention.

"Hey," Huang Yongyu patted his leg and smiled: "This little thing is so interesting."

This will be shown to Jiangshan, and it is also a little itchy.

I knew it was so fun, so I kept one for myself.

Before coming here, Jiang Shan had been thinking about what gift to bring to Huang Yongyu.

From memory, he only knew that the old man raised many small animals in his life.

The little monkey on the Gengshen year monkey ticket was a pet monkey raised by the old man himself.

Thinking about it, the old man loves to draw owls all his life, why not just give him an owl.

"You little comrade," Huang Yongyu seemed to have seen Jiang Shan's thoughts: "It seems that you know me very well!"

Jiang Shan confessed honestly: "To tell you the truth, our Metropolitan Daily has just reprinted the report on you by The Times."

"Oh? So it's your newspaper office."

A while ago, Huang Yongyu heard that a domestic newspaper published a report on him, and now he finally knows which one it is.

Huang Yongyu, who just came out of the storm, has never been mentioned by the domestic media.

Throughout the dark period, only this Shao Bolin in front of him would often care about and visit him.

Therefore, Huang Yongyu will definitely fully support some of Shao Bolin's proposals.

In January of this year, at the invitation of Shao Bolin, he had already designed a postage stamp with a black monkey on a red background.

Huang Yongyu felt a little strange, so he asked Jiang Shan: "Why did your newspaper think of publishing an article introducing me?"

Jiang Shan looked honest and trustworthy: "Your work is very good, of course our newspaper should do more reports, and..."

Huang Yongyu knew there would be and: "And what?"

"And I personally like your paintings very much, and I often mention you in front of our editor-in-chief..."

"I'll just say it," Huang Yongyu looked at Shao Bolin and said with a smile: "How can ordinary people know me!"

The next second, he looked at Jiang Shan and asked in confusion, "Then how did you know about me, Reporter Jiang?"

"How do I know about you?"

To be honest, Jiang Shan started to pay attention to Huang Yongyu, not because of Geng Shen Monkey Ticket.

He has no interest in monkey tickets, but has a lot of research on product promotion.

In another ten years, Huang Yongyu will become friends with Wang Xibin of Xiangquan Liquor.

After that, Zhengyi took the initiative to design a wine bottle for Xiangquan Alcoholic Heart, and named it "Jiugui"!
This set of awesome moves made Xiangquan Distillery, which was renamed "Jiugui Liquor", famous.

In the ten years when the scenery was sold, if you want to get the goods, you have to ask the agency for approval.

But because the business was so good, more than 40 deputy cadres were sent to Jiugui Factory to coordinate management.

Although it is a deputy, 40 little kings can also overthrow the king.

As a result, Wang Xibin, who was expelled, became the original factory director.

Huang Yongyu has always been nicknamed Huang Laoxie in the painting circle.

He complained for his friend, and immediately sued to get back his "drunkard" gift.

How could he be willing to pay it back? In the end, under the coordination of all parties, Huang Yongyu was compensated 1800 million and the matter was settled.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shan decided to tell the second reason why he likes the elderly.

I saw him take out a pair of ink and wash banners that he had carefully drawn day and night.

After slowly opening it, Huang Yongyu and Shao Bolin laughed together, while Yu Sigui on the side covered his mouth with joy in his eyes.

On a horizontal branch, squatting fat and round, there are eight naive owls.

At the very end of the branch, there is another stupid one hanging in the air.

It's as if standing too far to the side, and accidentally rolled off the branch.

However, in Huang Yongyu's view, the most interesting thing is the eyes of these owls.

Some of their eyes are round, and some of them are slightly open.

Some opened and closed their eyes, but the one that landed in mid-air was still cross-eyed.

"Hahahahaha," Huang Yongyu liked the young man in front of him more and more: "If you had painted a few years earlier, you would definitely be darker than me."

Shao Bolin also found it very interesting, and he also saw Jiang Shan's great painting skills.

However, he still couldn't help asking: "Reporter Xiaojiang, do you know Mr. Huang's... owl was once smeared as a black painting?"

How could Jiang Shan not know, he also knew the power of these owls in the future:
"Of course I know, but I don't see any black paintings, I just like it."

"What a simple liking," Huang Yongyu likes this kind of creation without adding any purpose:
"Jiang Shan, I like your painting very much. Can you give it to me? I can also give you a pair of owls. I don't know if you dare to accept it!"

After finishing speaking, Huang Yongyu couldn't help laughing himself.

Not to mention, even last year, no one dared to accept his owl paintings.

However, Jiang Shan said generously: "If possible, Jiang Shan would wish for it!"

At this moment, Huang Yongyu's smile is no longer as unruly as before.

In the light and calm smile, it seems that the unbearable has passed a thousand sails.

After waiting for a while, Huang Yongyu took out two scrolls and handed them to Jiang Shan: "These two paintings of owls are my favorite."

Shao Bolin obviously knew which two pictures it was.

He smiled and explained for his friend: "One with both eyes open, one with only one eye open, each has its own story."

Jiang Shan took it with both hands as if he had found a treasure, and was already too excited to say anything.

From his previous life to now, he really liked Huang Lao's owl very much.

Because the old man likes to incorporate elements of comics into ink and wash, he often gets comments that are not pure enough.

But Jiang Shan didn't take it seriously, who stipulated what Chinese painting should look like.

Art should have a hundred flowers blooming, each with its own profusion.

He just likes to see the playful and lovely appearance of the ink owl.

"This little friend seems to have found his beloved,"

Shao Bolin clearly caught Jiang Shan's eyes as if he had found a treasure.

Think about yourself again: "I don't know when I will find Qi Lao's masterpiece!"

Yu Sigui at the side was busy playing with the little owl on the table.

Huang Yongyu looked at it several times in a minute, feeling uneasy, so he walked over.

"Old Qi?" Jiang Shan seemed to have thought of something: "You mean Mr. Qi Baishi?"

"Besides him, there is also the one named Qi who can draw." Huang Yongyu, who had already walked to the table, answered the conversation while picking up the birds.

Shao Bolin looked at Jiang Shan and said with a smile: "This year I have two wishes, one is to cooperate with Lao Huang on the zodiac stamps, and the other is to create a set of commemorative stamps of Qi Lao's paintings."

"But it's not going well." Huang Yongyu explained it for him.

Jiang Shan nodded slightly, and tried to ask Shao Bolin: "Why is everything not going well?"

Shao Bolin briefly introduced: "The painting I'm looking for is Mr. Qi's vertical screen."

After speaking, he gestured with his hand.

Jiang Shan nodded.

"But I searched all the places I should look for, but I didn't find anything suitable."

The only pair I found at Peking University was stamped with the seal of wg.

"Haven't thought of going to Yanjing Academy of Painting to look for it?" Jiang Shan suggested sincerely.

Shao Bolin smiled and shook his head: "How could it be possible that I didn't go, but I got nothing."

Jiang Shan also shook his head and smiled: "That was the wrong time for you to go, it will be different if you go to see it now."

"Oh?"

"Why is it different?"

Because things have just been dug out.

(End of this chapter)