Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 155 What an Easy Way to Make Money
Cai Wensheng opened his mouth to say something more, but after a few breaths, it turned into a sigh.

Jiang Hai is his immediate boss, even though he is a few years younger than him.

However, under his organizational work, Dongfang Metropolis Daily was not only able to launch its publication smoothly, but also operated with great vigor.

Cai Wensheng knew in his heart that Editor-in-Chief Jiang was originally the editor-in-chief of the Supplement Department, but he never interfered with his editor-in-chief work because of this.

Not only that, when I put forward some new suggestions, or when I need to pursue funds for some news.

Jiang Hai has always been supportive.

These trusts belong to the privileges that Cai Wensheng has never had before in the cultural units.

It is undeniable that Cai Wensheng who can stay in the Oriental Metropolis Daily is really like a fish in water.

The newspaper can have a young and promising editor-in-chief, so it dares to implement many innovations.

However, because of his young age, Cai Wensheng felt that he should remind the other party at the right moment.

However, in many cases, if you persuade him [-] sentences, it is better for him to experience it once.

"Okay," Cai Wensheng, who decided not to insist, said bluntly, "Since the editor-in-chief has made a decision, then do as you want."

Jiang Hai nodded, and stretched out his hand to gather up the letters from readers on the table: "Persist for another four days, and the content after that is up to you."

Cai Wensheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Anyway, as long as there are similar letters in the past few days, I will send them to the editor-in-chief's office."

"Bring them all," Jiang Hai knew these things too well: "No matter what kind of exercises we publish, it is impossible to satisfy every reader."

"That's why Pujiang Daily will be tricky, and each subject and question will be impartial."

"You see, from this we can see that our newspaper office is different from them."

After a few seconds of silence, both of them laughed.

Outside the window, there was already a slight drizzle of rain.

The sound of little by little rain made them both look over at the same time.

"Days go by so fast," Cai Wensheng sighed while standing in front of the window, "Before you know it, our Metropolis Daily has been published for five months."

"That's true," Jiang Hai stretched out his hand, catching a few raindrops:

"Comrades have worked hard, and our newspaper office has finally made a profit from this month."

"Fixed the hole?"

"It's made up, next month," Jiang Hai turned to look at Cai Wensheng and said with a smile, "It should be possible to give more bonuses to comrades."

Since the second half of 1979, the reform method of "enterprise-oriented news institutions" has achieved initial results.

In the next few years, the country will enter a stage of rapid development of paper media.

How exaggeratedly fast?

According to statistics, during the period from 1980 to 1985.

There will be a publication speed of one per day across the country, as large as cultural propaganda units, factories, and schools in various provinces and cities.

As small as townships, village committees and brigades... Anyway, there are only things you can't think of, and you can't do it without it.

In the past few days in Pujiang City, there will be bursts of drizzle every night.

In this way, it can also add a little coolness to the hot and dry air.

Li Ruocheng reached out to take off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose and looked out the window.

Behind the two lighted windows, there are still young people like him who burn the lamps and read at night.

"Use an excessive amount of iron and dilute nitric acid to react. After the reaction is complete, the solution appears..." Jiang Chuan lay on the bed, holding a stack of newspaper clippings and muttering.

"Acid?"

"By the way," Jiang Chuan nodded, and continued to ask, "What about the valence of iron ions?"

Ying Ruhua sitting at the desk looked at the ceiling and thought hard, "...Huh?"

"It's so simple, why did you forget it?" Jiang Chuan severely criticized: "Brother, I told you before, let us memorize all these chemistry problems."

"There are too many, I have memorized them all." Ying Ruhua turned around and quickly picked up the notebook: "Don't worry, I won't sleep until I recite it tonight."

"Okay, I'll be with you," Jiang Chuan immediately sat up a little more, with a look of ruthlessness in his eyes: "I will never go to sleep until I finish the memorization."

The voices of the two girls' voices drifted out of the window.

Li Ruocheng and Jiang He smiled at the corners of their mouths at the same time.

The days before the college entrance examination are numbered, and these two little girls finally look like college entrance examination candidates.

As the night deepened, the rain became more and more urgent.

In the entire Pujiang City, every family with lights on has a candidate of different ages, who is doing his best for the college entrance examination in three days.

On July 7th, in Jiangshan, far away in Yanjing, I went out early with my bag on my back.

Compared with the stormy Pujiang River overnight, the air in Yanjing seems to have been drained of the last trace of moisture.

At this point, the sun has not had time to exert more force.

The traffic at the intersection of Xidan has already been congested during the morning rush hour, and the sound of car bells one after another makes Jiangshan feel upset.

Looking at it from a distance, it is obvious that there are more people than cars.

The bus that Jiang Shan was on was blocked at the intersection by more than a dozen bicycles.

The female conductor stuck her head out of the window, knocked a small wooden block and yelled.

When the bus passed Tiananmen again, Jiangshan found that there were significantly more tourists than last year.

After finally squeezing out of the car, Jiang Shan, whose back was already soaked, strode on the sidewalk.

The air under physical action immediately flowed in the fat trousers, and the thin underwear suddenly became more elegant.

In front of the bulletin board on the street, surrounded by a few people who had stopped, Jiang Shan went over to look at it for a while,
Basically, they are reports and pictures of self-defense counterattacks.

Without hesitation, he raised his camera and took a few pictures.

A few more steps forward, the Qianmen building finally came into view.

At the southwest corner, under a newly built pergola.

The four-character signboard of "Youth Tea House" in black on a white background is particularly eye-catching.

Two square wooden tables put together were filled with large porcelain bowls with blue borders.

Three young men in white shirts with small lapels, each holding a large aluminum spoon.

While scooping tea and mixing water, he yelled loudly:
"Big bowl of tea, big bowl of tea, two big bowls of tea."

"It's both thirst quenching and refreshing..."

"Hey, the buddy who took the photo, would you like to have a bowl?"

With a clicking sound, Jiang Shan pressed the shutter again to the tea seller: "Success, give me a bowl to try."

Then, he discharged two cents on the square table.

Picking up one of the large porcelain bowls, Gudu Gudu finished half of the bowl.

The slightly bitter herbal tea passes through the throat and reaches the dirty temple.

Immediately, my heart calmed down a bit.

"Looks like I'm really thirsty," said the young man who sold the big bowl of tea, smiling happily.

Jiang Shan, who was holding a porcelain bowl, didn't intend to be idle: "Don't even mention it, setting up a tea stall in this place where people come and go, the business can't be missed."

"That's it," the young man added half a spoonful of tea to Jiangshan: "In the first few days of opening, I can earn more than 60 yuan a day."

"More than 60 yuan?" Jiang Shan didn't feel it no matter what he heard.

"It's amazing," the young man said proudly, "There are more than 3000 bowls, and the water can't be boiled."

With such a conversion, Jiang Shan immediately felt: "Amazing!"

In June 1979, in the face of the ever-increasing number of unemployed young people, various sub-districts in Yanjing began to set up collective or individual production and service businesses.

At that time, besides a few photo booths, there was not even a commercial service outlet around Tiananmen Square.

There are waves of domestic and foreign tourists coming and going on the square, thirsty and tired, and they can't even find a place to drink water.

When a young unemployed surnamed Yin found out about this situation, he had a flash of inspiration: If there is a tea stand here, it will surely become popular!
So, 6 teapots, 100 large blue-rimmed porcelain bowls, plus two tables and a few stools... That's how the "Youth Tea House" opened.

Not only the tea is sold frequently, but the people who come to take pictures are even more frequent!
At home and abroad, one counts as one.

From then on, the word self-employed was finally quietly born.

"My grandfather used to play here when he was young, the high front door..."

According to the previously agreed time, Jiang Shan hummed a ditty all the way, and walked into the Beijing branch of Pujiang Soda Factory.

Not long after, Pujiang's call came.

During the nearly one-hour call, Manager Ye checked the terms of the two contracts with Jiang Shan one by one.

"Chief Jiang, think about what else needs to be added," Manager Ye asked on the phone: "If there is no problem, I will set off with this contract."

"It's all right," Jiang Shan reminded again: "Don't forget to bring the stamp that should be stamped on you."

"Don't worry," Manager Ye said with a smile, "Our factory manager Xu will go to Yanjing together this time."

"Oh? That would be great. After Director Xu comes, he can also have a good chat with the leaders of CCTV..."

Things went better than expected.

It is said that because of the sales method of prized bottle caps, Xu Tiantian, the director of Pujiang Soda Factory, was specially invited to other places to give several speeches.

Now, he seems to be an advanced enterprise leader who is at the forefront of the reform wave.

Walking out of Jiangshan at the sales office of Pujiang Soda Factory, I was attracted by the bustling crowd across the street.

Squint your eyes and look at the hot sun shining with full strength.

Jiang Shan gritted his teeth and walked across the road.

Hey, fortunately, I came over to have a look, and it turned out that this is also a movie theater.

But it was the service stalls outside the movie theater that really made Jiang Shan laugh out loud.

Colored soap, colored soap, still colored soap.

Looking at the familiar picture in front of him, Jiang Shan immediately turned his attention to the ticket window of the movie theater.

At this point, the upcoming broadcast is "Nezha Nao Hai" from Meiying Factory.

The summer vacation in Yanjing is a few days later than in Pujiang.

Today is July 7th, and the elementary and middle school students in Yanjing are finally looking forward to the joyful summer vacation.

There are obviously more children than adults in the movie theater, chattering like frogs, endlessly.

Even though the lights had dimmed at this time, it didn't seem much restrained.

Slowly, as the big screen was turned on, the noise gradually receded.

At this moment, staring at Jiangshan in front of him motionlessly, he gradually laughed.

What is playing on the big screen is the animated advertisement designed by myself for colored soap
Accompanied by a string of sometimes low, sometimes brisk music.

The soap seller on the screen is selling his colored soaps in different ways.

After smearing colored soap in his hand, the original white world immediately became colorful.

The ghosts and ghosts lined up are constantly growing.

Tang Seng took the soap and wiped it, and the white cassock immediately turned bright red.

Nezha took the soap and wiped it, and the miniskirt immediately returned to emerald green.

……

With the ever-changing plot on the screen, the adults and children in the audience were all smiling.

After the 5-minute "Colorful Soap" short film ended, the feature film of "Nezha Navigating the Sea" began to be officially staged.

However, at this moment, Jiang Shan still had an intoxicated smile on his face.

Seeing the cartoon I designed on the big screen again, I still feel surging.

It's completely different from the feeling when Coke commercials appeared on TV before.

After all, it comes from the creation of one stroke by one. This sense of accomplishment can really be remembered for a lifetime.

In a trance, Jiang Shan seemed to be fascinated by this feeling.

Until, Li Jing on the big screen plucked the strings: "Well, the acoustics in this theater are really good."

As the crowd stepped out of the gate of the cinema, although there were no dolls in cartoon costumes at the service booth at the moment.

But one after another advertising posters still attracted the crowd.

"Two cents, two cents,"

"Sheer colored soap..."

His ears were filled with shouts almost the same as those of Pujiang, and Jiangshan slowly passed by the booth.

Just as he appropriated the animated images of Meiying Factory to produce dolls, the major soap factories in Yanjing generously borrowed the "Colorful Soap" advertisement designed by him.

The era without copyright protection is simply too unreal.

Suddenly, Jiang Shan frowned.

If you look at it this way, the animation doll business will definitely not last long.

"Well, after finishing this batch, stop immediately."

Jiang Shan weighed it silently in his heart, and estimated that at this moment, the production lines of other toy factories had already begun to produce the same animation dolls.

After all, these are compression-molded plastic toys with no technical content. Once the machine is turned on, one after another is brushed.

Workers need to do, but it is divided into boxes.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shan immediately quickened his pace and got into a post office.

He would have to call the Jiangning Toy Factory in Suzhou City.

"Director Jiang, I'll repeat it again," Jiang Shan, who was holding the phone, urged again:
"You don't need to wait until all 50 toys are produced, you can sell as many as you can now."

"Don't worry, Editor Jiang," Director Jiang's voice came from the phone: "It just so happens that the shopping malls we cooperated with before are calling us to ask for goods."

"That would be great," Jiang Shan felt a little relieved: "Your sales commission will still go according to the previous agreement. If there is any situation, we will contact you at any time."

After finishing the call, Director Jiang stared at the phone for a long time.

"Factory Manager," Accountant Chen couldn't help asking, "Is it Pujiang's number?"

"Well," Director Jiang nodded, "He asked us to produce and sell at the same time."

"Great," Accountant Chen was eager to end the deal quickly: "Get rid of their troubles as soon as possible, and we can do our own work. You can see how easy they make money."

"to make,"

It's like making a big decision.

Factory Manager Jiang's eyes suddenly turned sharp: "Fortunately, they were only willing to sign an OEM contract with us, otherwise there is really no way to refuse them."

"This is the best way, as long as we don't continue to take orders, they can't do anything with the factory."

"Okay, after finishing their 50 pieces of goods, we will start working immediately."

"That's right, if you want me to say that this second processing is redundant..."

It wasn't until they saw the huge amount of renminbi handed over that Factory Director Jiang and Accountant Chen came to their senses.

The money should have been earned by them.

Ready-made machines, ready-made workers, they will produce whatever is shown in the movie in the future.

What an easy way to make money!

The more I think about it, the more I feel that a rich life is just around the corner... The two looked at each other and smiled.

After making up his mind, Factory Director Jiang immediately became full of official authority: "Notify me, except for the workers on the production line, other people will immediately spread the net for me to sell..."

On July 7, the circulation of "Pujiang Daily" officially exceeded the 6 mark.

In the afternoon, there was warm applause in the conference room of the newspaper office.

Editor-in-chief Wei Yuanxing highly praised the newspaper's efforts to break through the circulation.

"From the letters from readers during this period, we can see," Wei Yuanxing said with a smile, "Compared to the college entrance examination practice section of "Oriental Metropolis Daily", our "Pujiang Daily" is still very popular among the masses."

As soon as the words fell, there was a round of applause.

After that, Wei Yuanxing looked at the editor-in-chief of the news department again:

"The so-called news must focus on the things that the masses are most concerned about. Tomorrow is an important day for the national college entrance examination. You send me all the reporters, and you must keep a close eye on a few examination rooms..."

(End of this chapter)