Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 13: Garrison's Expendables II
"It's here," Team Leader Lu pointed to the frozen picture on the TV and said:
"Sir here, I first translated Mr. Hu, and then Director Hu said it was wrong, so I translated it as Mr. Zhang in the second edition."

"But I still gave it no," Director Hu answered:
"I want to tentatively designate him as: Captain. But it sounds like it doesn't match their outfits. Xiao Jiang, what good idea do you have?"

"Is this?"

Jiang Shan just saw something.

But even if it only played for more than ten minutes, each character that appeared on the stage has already shown their own obvious character characteristics.

It has to be said that this "Garrison Expendables", filmed in 1967, is equally remarkable even if it is now available.

But its fate has not been good.

The show not only died halfway in China, but also stopped halfway when it was broadcast in the United States.

It is said that it was in the period of the 1968 war.

The anti-war sentiment was unprecedentedly high, and the TV station had to stop halfway due to the situation.

Jiang Shan looked at Lieutenant Garrison, the "captain" that Director Hu mentioned.

Graduated from West Point Military Academy, Lieutenant of the U.S. Army Intelligence/Intelligence Bureau, Captain of Death Squad.

I couldn't help but think of a translated script that I saw when I visited the Shanghai Translation Studio in my previous life.

Among them, the title of "Lieutenant Garrison" has also undergone many changes.

As time passed, Jiang Shan felt more and more clearly that there was a space in his brain.

It is full of what I saw and learned in the previous life, which is vivid and incomparably clear.

"It's really better to become the captain," Jiang Shan said according to the script he saw in his previous life, "but... what do you two think of the captain?"

"Boss?" Team Leader Lu began to repeat: "Boss...boss."

The experienced director Hu immediately replayed the clip just now, and substituted in Chinese: "Boss."

"Hey, that makes a lot of sense."

Team Leader Lu nodded: "Calling the boss is indeed more in line with the temperament of their team than the captain."

"What kind of temperament?" Director Hu laughed: "Isn't it just disorganized and disciplined?"

All three laughed.

After pondering for a few seconds, Director Hu decided: "I think so, according to the development of the plot, when the atmosphere in the team is serious, it is called the captain, and when it is usually relaxed, it is called the leader."

Jiang Shan looked at Director Hu with a smile, and Hu Xiao also patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "It's a good turnaround, and this morning's salary will not be deducted."

"Ah~" Jiang Shan thought he had earned another two dollars.

"Ah what, don't hurry back to the group."

"Of order," Jiang Shan stood up immediately: "Boss, can I be counted in the dubbing team of "Garrison Expendables"?"

Hu Xiao, who was being amused by Jiang Shan's "Boss", waved his hand, "Forget you, you just happened to accompany me to the TV station tomorrow morning, and there seems to be something difficult there."

"over!"

Jiang Shan turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Director Hu again: "Oh, what do you mean?"

"Oh," Jiang Shan said with a smile, "It means OK."

Looking at the back of Jiang Shan leaving, Hu Xiao felt more and more that this newly recruited young man had a lot of fresh moves: "Group Leader Lu."

"Hey."

"I think we should add some daily foreign language when talking among colleagues in our translation factory. Maybe we can come up with crazy ideas like that kid."

"Okay, boss!"

"Huh?... Hahahahaha!"

……

"It's time to eat!"

Jiang Ma shouted, and the family quickly sat around the dining table.

The savory Chinese cabbage stew looks so gluttonous.

But Jiang Shan is still holding "Three Dozens of Bone Demons", thinking about the composition of 35 pictures.

Jiang Ma put a chopstick of meat in his bowl: "Why are you still holding a book after eating, hurry up and go to sleep for a while."

"Yeah." Jiang Shan couldn't bear to lift his head.

"Why are you eating meat again today? It's over!" Dad Jiang picked up a chopstick of meat in distress.

Jiang Ma took a look at him: "This son gave me another three yuan yesterday, asking me to buy all the meat, and the family can eat it once."

"Brother gave me another three yuan?" Little sister Jiang Chuan looked surprised: "By the way, brother, can you help me get a movie ticket if you work in a dubbing factory?"

"Huh?" Jiang Shan raised his head for a second: "Why didn't I think of this? Okay, I'll go and see it tomorrow."

"Get one for me too," the second brother Jiang He rarely said, "I heard that a Yugoslav movie was shown in the cinema recently, what's it called...?"

Jiang Chuan spoke quickly: "Walter defends Sarajevo."

"Yes, that's the name."

"Brother, are you going to see it?"

Jiang Chuan pushed his elder brother Jiang Hai's arm, and everyone noticed that Jiang Hai hadn't talked much.

Even Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai beside him also chewed rice silently with their father.

Jiang Ma looked at the two little grandchildren distressedly: "Your elder brother has been really troubled recently. Who would have thought that "Pujiang Daily" could become a loss-making unit, alas!"

Father Jiang is also worrying about this recently:
"When the newspaper suddenly promoted you to be the editor-in-chief, I was so happy that I didn't sleep for two nights. I didn't expect that a unit like yours would lose money. Boss, you leaders, didn't you think of a countermeasure?"

Eldest brother Jiang Hai is 28 years old this year, and it is indeed gratifying to sit in the position of deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper at this age.

But he would have a terrible headache, and sighed after putting down his rice bowl:

"Every newspaper is in the same situation now. The money reported to the Finance Bureau before, no matter how big or small, can be approved quickly, but now it's either returned or renegotiated... I don't know what's going on?"

Hearing the elder brother's words, Jiang Shan's chopsticks suddenly stopped.

It's 1978, an era that hasn't resumed commercials.

For newspaper offices, it is basically the small newspapers copying the big newspapers, and the big newspapers copying the main newspapers.

There is no comparison and no sense of competition.

There is competition in the media, nothing more than to increase their own circulation.

The purpose of increasing circulation is to attract advertising business and generate revenue.

Otherwise, no advertisement is required.

Because in this era, no matter what level of newspaper office, regardless of profit or loss, it is supported by state funding.

From the raw materials and equipment of the newspaper, to the wages and bonuses of the workers...all are allocated by the Ministry of Finance.

However, according to Jiangshan's understanding of history, this situation will soon be broken.

Jiang Shan, a new media advertising boss in his previous life, has never left advertising design and advertising planning, whether he is in school or working.

During the period, he led the team to build six deduction models of "Advertising and Social Development".

Not only is he familiar with countless well-known advertisements at home and abroad, but also knows the development of advertisements and social processes like the palm of his hand.

Even on the night of the accident, Jiang Shan was still sitting in front of the computer studying the deduction model of "Advertising and Social Development".

I don't know if it was because of that night, anyway, the current Jiang traverser also comes with a cheat.

At this moment, a series of numbers jumped out of Jiangshan's mind: 1979, 1979...

(End of this chapter)