Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 143
Then it's hanging, how can the higher-ups know him?
Only after things happen, what should come will be long overdue.

An inexplicable report letter can ruin a person's life.

Fortunately, his outstanding achievements in the field of translation and dubbing can live on the big screen forever.

At that time, his good friend Chen Danqing insisted on leaving only the words "Qiu Yuefeng" on the tombstone.

Needing no introduction, his name suffices for a lifetime of achievement.

"You don't know the people above?"

"Me?" Hu Xiao laughed a little: "If I want to know each other, can I still be a monster?"

"You suffered a lot back then, didn't you?"

Looking at the optimistic director Hu in front of him, Jiang Shan couldn't help but think of the old naughty boy Huang Yongyu.

I don't know if the manuscript of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has been sent out?
"Compared to Old Qiu, I really don't think it's hard work,"

Seeing that he had already walked out of the gate of the translation factory, Hu Xiao still did not stop.

So, Jiang Shan continued to walk with him.

"It was my luck at the time," Hu Xiao continued, "It just so happened that we needed to translate the reference film, so the old leader took the opportunity to transfer me back to form a team."

"So, you organized a team of ghosts and monsters."

"Hahaha," Hu Xiao kicked Jiang Shan, "Be careful if they hear and beat you."

"Uncle Qiu's personality needs to be half as cheerful as yours." Jiang Shan has always liked Director Hu's personality.

Swear when you should scold, laugh when you should laugh.

"Who doesn't want to be cheerful?" Hu Xiao, with his hands behind his back, shook his head, "It didn't happen to me, so I can't understand it. Lao Qiu is in our unit. If he changed to another unit, he would have been squeezed to death."

"That's right, the people here were pretty much the same at that time," Jiang Shan chatted along the line: "I heard that Uncle Qiu committed suicide once before?"

"Twice. Fortunately, her lover kept a close eye on him, and picked up his youngest son every day." Hu Xiao suddenly stopped in his tracks: "I said, why are you so concerned about Lao Qiu's affairs today, boy?"

"Didn't we meet at the door of the office just now?" Jiang Shan quickly explained: "At first glance, he looks old again."

"Yes," Hu Xiao nodded, and pointed to a building on the side of the road: "Go, go to my house and identify the door."

"Now?"

"Actually, if you don't come today, I still have to go to your house." Hu Xiao dragged Jiang Shan away without any explanation.

Jiang Shan followed: "Why?"

"Isn't your second brother getting married?"

"How come I don't know about this?"

"Lu Xiao's words can still be false!" Hu Xiao gave Jiang Shan a look.

Jiang Shan scratched his head: "But, what does this have to do with the two of you, your room is really big..."

Jiangshan, who was already standing in front of Hu Xiao's house, couldn't help but boast that the key terrain is also good.

"Xiao Jiang, you can sit wherever you want," Hu Xiao left him alone in the living room, "This house... I like the three rooms facing south the most."

There was no one at home in broad daylight, so Jiang Shan just stood at the door of the living room without moving.

After a while, Hu Xiao came out from the back room carrying a few things: "Yeah, didn't I let you sit wherever you want!"

Jiang Shan was afraid of trouble: "No, I don't want to change my shoes."

"What kind of shoes to change, my family is not that particular."

But it is not the case in Jiangshan's eyes.

As far as the decoration of the living room is concerned, it doesn't look cheap: "It's okay, I can do it standing up."

"That's fine." Hu Xiao stopped being reluctant, and he would go back to work soon: "I have two bottles of Moutai and two Zhonghua here, and a dozen or so industrial coupons. You can take them back and use them for business at home."

"Why did you give me these?" Jiang Shan was already extremely moved at this moment.

"It's not for you," Hu Xiao emphasized again: "It's for your parents. Do you know how much industrial coupons it costs to get married? You don't understand anything."

Jiang Shan smiled: "I've never been married before."

"Don't worry," Hu Xiao walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "When you get married, I will arrange everything for you!"

"Okay," Jiang Shan wanted to see no one at all: "I want a lot!"

"Hurry up and leave," Hu Xiao drove away with a smile, "Come back if you have nothing to do."

"Just don't think I'm annoying."

Jiang Shan's voice disappeared in the corridor.

That evening, the family sat around the dinner table.

Jiang Chuan is braiding Xiao Yu, and Jiang Shan is also braiding Xiao Bai.

He found that only in this way can he hold back the craving for cigarettes.

"How about the National Day on October 10?" Jiang's father didn't have to bear it, thinking about it while smoking.

Everyone looked at Jiang He together.

Jiang He nodded with a smile: "Okay, I think everything is fine."

"Is October too late?" Jiang Ma began to think.

"Half a year left?" Jiang Shan interjected, "There must be time."

"What do you know, kid?" Jiang Ma said to him, "Is this 38-legged furniture easy to assemble?"

"Is it hard to buy?"

Dad Jiang took a look at the third child: "I have to queue up at the furniture store with my marriage certificate, and I don't know when I will be able to line up."

After speaking, everyone looked at Jiang He again.

Jiang Shan saw the expression on the second brother's face, and knew that he didn't understand as much as himself.

"Second brother," Jiang Shan mentioned the key point: "It seems that you have to get the certificate first."

The whole family nodded one after another, and then all smiled.

"Mom," Jiang Chuan said cheerfully as if he had just woken up, "My second brother is getting married."

Jiang Shan also smiled happily: "Dad, Mom, congratulations."

"Hehehe, same joy, same joy!"

Jiang He silently lowered his head and smiled: "Then when will it end?"

"In the past two days, you should get the certificate first," Jiang Ma said decisively, "then quickly find a way to buy furniture."

"But Xiao Xiao and I don't want the furniture outside."

"Huh? Have you both discussed this?"

At this time, Jiang He went into the back room and took out a few magazines.

Looking at the furniture in the Japanese magazine, the family members in the room immediately understood.

Father Jiang pointed to the magazine: "Do you like this?"

"Xiao Xiao likes it."

"Oh," Jiang's father and Jiang's mother looked at each other: "This is not easy to buy."

"Why don't you just ask the carpenter to come back and make a set?"

"we can only do this."

"How many legs are there?" Jiang Shan stretched his neck to count, but the chest of drawers and desk were fine: "I can't see enough of that dressing table."

"It doesn't matter." Jiang He had already thought about it: "I can draw a simpler one."

"..." Jiang Shan felt that it was unnecessary for him to ask: "Second brother, since you have all made up your mind, let's do it according to your wishes!"

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother also nodded: "Yes, your own thoughts are the most important."

"Mom and Dad," Jiang Shan took out the money he had prepared, "Here is 2000 yuan."

Jiang Ma smacked her lips, and said the same old saying: "Save your money yourself."

"Mom," Jiang Shan insisted, "This is the manuscript fee for the novel "Latent."

"Didn't you take it?"

"The translation factory wants to buy the radio drama copyright of this novel," Jiang Shan made an excuse in advance.

Upon hearing this, the whole family laughed even more happily.

Jiang Shan hurriedly said, "Let's paint these rooms while the second brother is getting married!"

"Okay." Jiang He also had the same thought: "If you want to live together, live in a new one."

"Then," Jiang's father glanced at the money on the table, and then at Jiang's mother: "In other words, our house should be repaired."

Jiang Ma pursed her lips and nodded.

"Okay," Jiang Chuan clapped his hands happily, almost jumping on the spot.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaobai, who was sitting on the small bench, was also smiling, and the sky above his head showed how cute it was.

The five-day fair ended successfully.

With a happy ending, Deputy Director Dai and Jiang Hai could sleep peacefully.

In the courtyard at No. 51 Anhe Street, the Jiang family was busy moving all their belongings into the two newly purchased rooms.

"How long will it take to get back after this move?" Li Huaiying took Jiang Ma's hand, feeling very reluctant.

Jiang Ma also said: "Our house is fast, just repair and whiten it."

Li Huaiying nodded: "It won't take too long."

"What are you worrying about?" Li Ruocheng persuaded from the side, "He moved to live with his eldest son, and he is very happy."

That's it, because of the new house.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother took the two little guys and moved to Jiang Hai's residence temporarily.

And the remaining three brothers and sisters are currently living in the two newly bought rooms in Jiangshan.

When night fell, Jiang He held his head in his hands, lay on the small bed and looked at the top.

Jiang Shan glanced back at him, then turned around and continued to draw: "Second brother, what are you thinking? You just smiled like that."

Jiang He laughed even wider: "I bought a lot of good things for Xiao Xiao, and I'm thinking about how happy she will look when she sees it."

Jiang Shan immediately turned around: "Could it be the things you bought at the exhibition?"

"That's those," Jiang He, who was nearest, always had a smile on his lips: "Not bad, right?"

"Hehe," Jiang Shan didn't know what to say, "Anyway, whatever you buy, Xiaoxiao thinks it's good."

In Pujiang City at the end of April, it was unbearably warm.

After finally rushing to the rivers and mountains of Pujiang Literature and Art Publishing House, I immediately felt a chill: "The sun is almost in time for summer."

After pushing open the door of the art editorial department, Jiang Shan greeted immediately: "Hello, Editor-in-Chief Pan."

"Xiao Jiang," Editor-in-Chief Pan was pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly invited him in to sit down, but Jiang Shan remained standing at the door without moving a step.

Editor-in-Chief Pan, who sensed something, walked out with him: "Comrade Xiao Jiang, are you encountering difficulties in writing?"

"..." Jiang Shan bit the bullet and nodded: "It's still about the "Les Miserables" comic book."

"Oh." It was about the same as Editor-in-Chief Pan's estimation. Jiang Shan reluctantly agreed at the beginning: "It's okay, if you really can't draw, don't embarrass yourself too much."

"Editor Pan," Jiang Shan really didn't want to create this book because: "As far as I know, someone has already finished the draft of this book."

In this day and age, it is not uncommon for a book to have several editions.

Each publishing house is contacting different painters.

However, Editor-in-Chief Pan said strangely: "Les Miserables has already published a comic strip? Why didn't I know about it?"

"This author's drawing was rejected by the editor of the publishing house last year."

"Not good at drawing?"

"Pretty good," Jiang Shan emphasized, "It's just that the style of painting is a bit different."

He didn't wait for Editor-in-Chief Pan to think too much, and quickly persuaded: "You can take a look first, they are all ready-made, and they can be published as soon as you get them."

After finishing speaking, he handed over the contact address that his elder brother had worked so hard to find out to Editor-in-Chief Pan.

"Xiaojiang, Xiaojiang," Editor-in-Chief Pan looked at the address in his hand and couldn't help laughing: "I will remember it in the future, if you encounter a creative task that you don't want to accept, you will definitely not force it."

Indeed, as he thought, Jiang Shan had no interest in creating "Les Miserables".

On the contrary, there is a painter who is troubled by the lack of approval of the editor for the work he has worked so hard to create.

According to Jiang Shan's understanding, the painter of "Les Miserables" was never favored, whether it was in the late 70s or the revised version in the early 90s.

But he is the first creator of comic strips in our country who breaks the system of painting on the top and writing on the bottom.

This historic creation received layers of constraints at the time.

It wasn't until the release and listing later that those critics saw the strong inclusiveness of society.

Walking out of the country of the publishing house, the whole body is relaxed.

On the contrary, Yang Li, the director of the Light Industry Bureau who had been happy for a few days, had a sad expression on his face.

At this time, he was holding the phone and was constantly wiping his sweat with a handkerchief.

A very serious voice kept coming out of the receiver: "Currently, this situation has occurred in Yanjing, Tianjing and other cities. Have you found it in Pujiang?"

Director Yang closed his eyes: "I haven't heard of the situation you mentioned. It should be... no."

"I suggest you hurry up and investigate..."

"Yes, yes, yes," Director Yang continued to wipe off his sweat, "I'll call and check in a moment."

"If you find a problem," the voice on the other end of the phone became louder and louder: "Hurry up and find a solution for me!"

Then, as he said.

Director Yang made calls to two daily chemical factories one after another.

(End of this chapter)