Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 16 Typography

Comrade Jiang Hai has been outstanding since he was a child, and he has a perfect score in reading comprehension.

At this time, he was quickly analyzing that this editor-in-chief Cai was directly arranged by the Cultural Affairs Bureau, and he must be able to get advice from an expert.

Therefore, Jiang Hai said word by word: "I think Comrade Cai Wensheng's words are very reasonable. Our newspaper can only fundamentally solve the current predicament of the unit by recruiting advertisements to the outside world."

The conference room fell silent again.

"Comrade Jiang Hai, editor-in-chief Cai just transferred here and didn't understand the situation, why are you so confused?"

"Advertisement in the newspaper?"

"If possible, other newspapers would have already published it."

"If you do this, you will be criticized by your superiors."

……

Cai Wensheng was also a little surprised. After all, no one has cooperated with him in his work since he was transferred. Unexpectedly, the first person to support him would be the young deputy editor-in-chief.

Jiang Hai looked around and said loudly:

"Whether other newspapers publish advertisements is their business, but our "Pujiang Daily" must put this matter on the agenda. According to my understanding, the Finance Bureau will probably not allocate money to our newspapers, and the same goes for other newspapers. .”

At this time, no one spoke anymore, and they all looked at Jiang Hai in a daze.

Although there are many old comrades in the newspaper office, they have always complained about Jiang Haineng's sudden appointment as deputy editor-in-chief.

But after all, he is now a leader, and he was able to make such an unprecedented decision. Could it be that he got a hint from the superior department?

If that's the case, we can't do it against each other.

Jiang Hai looked around for a week, and said slowly: "Not long ago, eight mainstream newspapers in Yanjing have submitted applications to the Ministry for the newspaper's commercialization route, and the Finance Department will announce it soon."

"All of you here are people who know current affairs well. I don't need to say more, but you already understand what this means? A new era has come, and it's time to consider economic benefits."

There was silence all around, and in the simple meeting room, everyone was still in a state of confusion.

Jiang Hai looked at them as if he saw himself yesterday.

He looked at Cai Wensheng again and said with a smile: "So our newspaper office has to put the method of publishing advertisements on the table and study it carefully. After all, cultural units also have to eat, and each of them eats a lot."

Cai Wensheng hadn't recovered yet. Before that, he had indeed been considering ways to change the newspaper's predicament, and after much deliberation, the only thing he could think about was advertisements.

But he really didn't expect the situation in Jiang Hai's mouth. Facing Jiang Hai's gaze at this moment, he quickly echoed: "Yes, besides, it's only natural for the media to publish advertisements."

"That's what I said," Jiang Hai agreed with this sentence very much:

"There is one more thing that you should understand. As early as a few months ago, our decoration company in Pujiang has been petitioning the Ministry of Commerce in order to resume the advertising business as soon as possible."

It used to be Yanjing Eight Great Masters, and now it is Pujiang Decoration Company.

Under the amazed gazes of the crowd again and again, today's deputy editor-in-chief Jiang felt for the first time the ease of controlling everything.

……

At 02:30 in the morning, Jiang Shan, who was sleeping in the shipping workshop, was dragged up by the master: "Your sleep is really heavy, hurry up and get ready."

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Jiang Shan sighed and said lazily, "Aren't you sleepy?"

"Let's both lie down, and the director will come later."

"Hehe," Jiang Shan, who was full of sleep, was in a good mood for a while: "Master still loves me."

"It hurts ass."

Jiang Shan, the master, had a big opinion on the apprentice assigned to their workshop.

Other people's apprentices either serve tea to their masters or prepare meals for their masters.

As for him, he didn't see anyone all day long, and walked around a young female worker.

However, it has become more reliable recently, especially today, when he came here, he even knew that he had brought him a pack of Pegasus cigarettes.

That's what the old master is like, he sees every change you make.

Some time before the newspaper came out, Jiang Shan was lying on the writing desk at the door of the shipping workshop, drawing "Three Dozens of Bone Demons" intently.

This is already the sixth page, thanks to the blessings of my previous life, because I have a hobby of copying comic books from comic books.

At this moment, in Jiang Shan's mind space, the sketches of the villain's calligraphy and painting of "Three Dozens of Bone Demons" are displayed very clearly.

Therefore, he does not have to worry too much about the composition and the content of each page.

Just draw it.

The painting skills of the line drawing have already been mastered by heart. If it weren't for Jiang Shan's multi-tasking, it is estimated that he could finish ten pages without saying anything.

"Three yuan... three yuan... another three yuan, alas, it's a pity that the acceptance of newspapers will start soon."

Just as Jiang Shan muttered softly, a shadow suddenly cast down, and then a hand slowly stretched out.

Gently, without making a sound, he just put his palms up on the table.

Jiang Shan's gaze had to be diverted from the bone spirit.

Obviously, this is a woman's hand, slender and fair, but... There are several small red marks on the hand, which should be scratches.

Looking up, it turned out to be Yu Wenwen.

country:"……"

Yu Wenwen just stood sideways in front of the table with a blank expression on his face, with one hand spread out on the table and the other around a lock of his hair.

His eyes drifted to the distance lightly, and he didn't notice Jiang Shan's surprised expression at all, how natural and natural he stood.

The inexplicable Jiang Shan asked, "Comrade Yu Wenwen, are you...doing something?"

Yu Wenwen frowned, withdrew his peaceful and far-reaching gaze, and looked at Jiangshan in puzzlement.

How could he react like this?Looking at my injured hand, there is no... response.

Logically speaking, no, how could Jiang Shan in his impression be willing to let her suffer a little bit of injury.

In the past, as long as she frowned a little, "Jiangshan" would immediately come around to ask questions, and if she needed to say anything more, with just one look, the other party would immediately be thinking about what she wanted.

After working in the workshop for more than a month, Yu Wenwen now has a headache whenever he sees those large and small lead molds.

Not to mention having to typeset the manuscripts sent by the editor one by one.

The printing house of "Pujiang Daily" currently only works for the newspaper office.

Printing factories around the 80s still used lead printing technology.

Not only pollute the environment, but also the production efficiency is extremely low.

Among them, typesetting is the link that consumes the most time and effort.

The total amount of typesetting in the country every year is three thousand times smaller than that of the advanced countries at that time, not to mention that the quality of printing is still poor.

This is what Jiangshan did in his last life, and he never missed anything from paper media to new media.

According to his understanding, in fact, as early as 1973, Xinhua News Agency sent a technical inspection team to Japan to visit and inspect the application of electronic computers in the news field.

The president of Xinhua News Agency at that time witnessed the typesetting workers in white coats in the clean workshop, easily typing on the keyboard, inputting text or arranging the layout.

(End of this chapter)