Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 165 Super IP in 1979
Midsummer morning.

When the last trace of coolness in the small courtyard had not dissipated, Li Huaiying held the basin in his left hand, and poured water on the ground with his right hand.

Wow, wow...

After some physical operations, the temperature in the small courtyard became more comfortable.

Li Ruocheng, who was sitting on the bamboo recliner, hid with his feet dangling: "Enough is enough, how many times has this happened, you are going to splash it all day!"

Li Huaiying, who stood up and rubbed her waist, was too lazy to talk to her wife: "I am like a Bodhisattva every day, sitting for a long time, and I don't know how to help me."

"I wanted to help last time." The cattail fan in Li Ruocheng's hand kept fanning his wife, "You told me not to make trouble."

"I have said a lot, why do you pick and choose to listen..."

Li Huaiying, who wanted to say something more, suddenly looked towards the aisle of the courtyard.

The next moment, he immediately put on a smiling face: "Oh, let me see who is here?"

After finishing speaking, he waved the empty basin in his hand in the direction of his wife.

Startled, Li Ruocheng quickly stretched out his hand to block it.

Fortunately, only a string of water droplets were thrown over.

"Grandpa Li, Grandma Li."

Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai ran into the courtyard smiling.

After shouting hello to the neighbors' grandparents, he rushed to a screen door.

"Second uncle, third uncle,"

"Third Uncle, Second Uncle..."

It is said that the temperature in the past was not as hot as that in the future, and Jiangshan didn't believe it at first.

It was not until after the field experience that I had to admit that the air conditioner is better!

The men's dormitory of the Jiang family can sleep with the door open, so the only electric fan in the house is reserved for the women's dormitory.

"Mom," Jiang He, with his messy hair, pulled the latch of the screen door.

"Look, the house is a mess,"

After entering the door, Jiang's mother immediately got to work: "It is said that it is a pig's nest, and the pigs are not happy."

"Mom," Jiang Shan, who was lying on the bed, yelled confusedly, "Don't make a mess, or you won't be able to find anything."

with a snap,
Jiang Ma slapped Jiang Shan's thigh: "Could it be messed up again?"

"I'm not afraid that you will be tired!"

Jiang He on the side said truthfully, "I can't find the book if I have it."

Snapped,
The same slap was thrown away.

"Third Uncle, I'm here," Jiang Xiaobai struggled to climb onto Third Uncle's crib, thrashing his short legs.

"Where is a little dumpling?" Jiang Shan closed his eyes and hugged Xiao Bai: "Did you miss Third Uncle?"

"Giggle,"

The fleshy Jiang Xiaobai was tightly wrapped in his arms by the third uncle, giggling non-stop.

Many times, Jiang Shan used this little fat man as a cat, and it felt good.

"Why do you buy so many sandals?" Jiang Ma looked at the pile of shoes on the dining table.

"Wear it." Jiang He said.

"The current shoes are so beautifully made,"

Although I was very reluctant, my eyes still stayed on a pair of candy powder plastic sandals.

"This must be for us Xiaoyu," Jiang Ma smiled and touched the little granddaughter beside her.

The little girl with crooked smiling eyes nodded vigorously.

"Sit down, grandma will try on it for you."

After a while, Jiang He stretched out his head and took a look: "It's just right."

After finishing speaking, he picked up his little niece's old sandals, and cut off a few plastic straps.

"Here, these are the slippers that Second Uncle gave you."

"Tsk tsk, just be quick."

Soon, Jiang Ma found out exactly which pair belonged to her.

"Spending money blindly," he said, gesturing on his feet, "the pair of my feet are fine."

On the side, Jiang Shan was trying on Xiaobai's shoes: "What's the matter, both yours and my dad's are almost cracked."

"Why aren't your sisters awake yet?"

"What time is it?" Jiang Shan looked up at the small alarm clock: "You are really my own mother, and you will come before eight o'clock."

"Is eight o'clock too early?"

Not to mention it's only eight o'clock, even if it's noon, the two girls next door might not be able to get up.

Last night, Jiang Chuan only took a few glances at the "Legend of the Condor Heroes" that Jiang Shan brought home, and immediately couldn't move his eyes away.

He begged his little brother to carry him back to the room.

Afterwards, Ying Ruhua and watched "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" alive all night.

It wasn't until dawn that he was willing to let go.

The decoration work of Lao Jiang's house is almost done.

At this moment, in the freshly painted room, several pieces of furniture designed by Jiang He were placed around.

"Second brother, you can do it well." Jiang Shan looked around: "What color are you going to paint?"

Jiang Ma looked at it carefully, and told the two children not to fall: "It must be painted in water chestnut color, so bright."

"Milk white."

"You guys are furniture for wedding, why are you painting it white?"

"Milk white," Jiang He has already bought the paint: "Xiao Xiao likes it."

"..."

Jiang Ma pursed her lips and remained silent.

Jiang Shan hurried over and held his mother's shoulders:

"Mom, I will paint it the color of water chestnuts when I get married. As for the second brother and the others... Just put a few more bunches of plastic flowers."

Jiang Ma glanced at the third child with a smile: "All right, as long as the two of them like it."

"That's not right."

Jiang He didn't seem to have heard the conversation between the two, and was currently opening the drawers of the chest of drawers one by one.

Before he knew it, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Ma shook her head: "Tsk tsk tsk."

Jiang Shan followed suit and shook his head: "Tsk tsk tsk."

I never thought that the two children beside me would also smile and shake their heads: "Tsk tsk..."

"Tsk!" The second child strode over and scooped up one in each hand: "Come on, second uncle will take you to eat raw fried steamed buns."

"Oh~"

Putting on the new sandals, the two little ones immediately ran out of the courtyard.

Jiang Ma, who trotted two steps behind, smiled all the way.

When passing by the front yard, two aunts who were sitting in the yard picking vegetables hurriedly stopped and asked, "Why are you going here? Look, the children are having fun."

Jiang Ma smiled as she walked: "I said that I can eat a couple of bites at home, but his second uncle has to take me and the child to the restaurant."

"Oops, I went to the restaurant again."

"What about eating out? Isn't it the snack bar at the street corner?"

Jiang Ma listened happily, so she didn't care about the other party's expression.

"Sister Jiang, listen to my advice, you can't spend two for one, in case one day..."

Before the aunt could finish her words, she saw Jiang He approaching with a cold face.

"..." I didn't want to persuade anymore.

This meal of fried steamed buns, which is neither early nor late, is naturally indispensable for Jiangshan's share.

Just after two o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Shan walked into the Pujiang Art Film Factory.

After stepping up the steps in three steps and two steps, out of the corner of his eye, he happened to catch a familiar shadow passing by.

"Director Wang," Jiang Shan hurriedly called out.

"Hey," Director Wang Xiang looked back, amused: "Jiang Shan, I heard you went to Yanjing?"

"I just came back last night," Jiang Shan said with a smile, "I came here as soon as I received your message. It's nothing serious, right?"

Jiang Shan couldn't figure out why the Meiying Studio was looking for him.

"Let's just say it's not a big deal." Director Wang came over, patted Jiang Shan's shoulder and walked in:
"But I really have something urgent right now, why don't you...you go and have a look with me first?"

"Let's go." Jiang Shante simply lifted his foot and left.

While talking, the two walked into a studio of about 20 square meters.

At a long table in the middle, 4 or 5 comrades are gathering together to discuss something.

Jiang Shan also knew one of them, it was Yan Dingxian, the director of "Nezha Nao Hai".

"Old Yan," Wang Xiang said with a smile, "Look who is here."

"Hello Director Yan."

"Yo, Xiao Jiang is back."

"Just arrived last night."

"Well, you sit down for a while, and when I finish what I'm doing, I'll talk about your business."

"Success," Jiang Shan nodded with a smile, "You go ahead."

After Director Yan's introduction, several people in the studio greeted Reporter Jiang, and then returned to work.

"The laser image processing at sea is still very good."

"Very realistic, isn't it?"

"Indeed, this has exceeded our previous expectations."

"That's good. We have studied this image for a long time, and finally decided to draw it frame by frame on film."

On the working table for a while, Yan Dingxian and Wang Xiangzheng were communicating with the three comrades from Pujiang Film Studio.

Jiang Shan, who became more and more interested the more he listened, slowly leaned over.

On the monitor on the workbench, a video is being played repeatedly.

Under the blue sky, a ship with a sci-fi shape is driving at high speed on the sea.

Suddenly, a beam of orange light was cast from the sky...

Whoa!this is not……?
Jiang Shan's eyes widened immediately, he didn't expect that the filming work of this movie would involve Meiying Studio.

With the clips constantly playing on the TV, Jiangshan is almost certain that this should be the super IP "Dead Light on Coral Island" in 1979.

The novel of the same name of the film is as full of science fiction as the content itself.

In 1963, the 28-year-old author Tong Enzheng was already a standard slash youth.

He is not only a teaching assistant in the Archeology Department of Sichuan University, but also a screenwriter in a film studio.

However, the most striking thing is his identity as a science fiction writer.

This year, he submitted the novel "Dead Light on Coral Island" to "Youth Literature and Art".

Since the whole country was uniting to overthrow the "Soviet revisionist emperor" at that time, it was naturally impossible for a novel with an overseas Chinese protagonist to be published.

It wasn't until 1978, after the chaos was brought out, that the country put forward the slogan "Science and technology are productive forces", and Guo Moruo followed suit and shouted "The spring of science has come".

Finally, after the National Symposium on Popular Science Creation, Tong Enzheng published his 15-year-old novel "Dead Light on Coral Island" in "People's Literature" that year.

In the same year, it was awarded the "Excellent Short Story of 1978".

The publication of "Dead Light on Coral Island" by the mainstream journal "People's Literature" is of great significance, and it immediately awakened the enthusiasm of a large number of popular science writers.

By 1980, there were at least 200 to 1000 science fiction publications, more than [-] literary periodicals, and more than [-] newspapers competing to publish science fiction across the country.

Since then, hundreds of thousands of original works have been published every year.

And "Dead Light on Coral Island" has been adapted into dramas, radio dramas, and movies.

Among them, there are 12 versions of comic strips alone.

It is simply a veritable super IP.

For a time, the glory was incomparable.

Later generations say that "Dead Light on Coral Island" is the originator of Chinese science fiction films, but it is not entirely correct.

As early as 1958, Yanjing Film Factory shot a tribute science fiction film called "Fantasy of the Ming Tombs Reservoir" to celebrate the ninth anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

This movie is amazing, and the 1978 described in it is extremely fantasy.

People live and work in peace and contentment, and science and technology develop rapidly. They usually go to work by plane, travel to the moon, and everyone has a video phone.

This film was once regarded by Liu Cixin as a masterpiece of domestic science fiction films.

The movie "Dead Light on Coral Island" before Jiang Shan's eyes is basically the same as the story of the novel.

It tells the story of scientist Zhao Qian who refuses to sell the patent rights of high-efficiency atomic batteries to a foreign company for the benefit of the country.

Unfortunately, he was persecuted by the manager of the company until the plane crashed.

Fortunately, Zhao Qian's student Chen Tianhong escaped with the battery and was rescued by Dr. Ma Tai, a Chinese scientist who lived on a deserted island in the ocean all year round.

At the end of the film, with the help of Dr. Ma, Chen Tianhong developed the "death light" and killed the enemies who persecuted his teacher in one fell swoop.

Because last year's radio drama "Dead Light on Coral Island" was particularly popular with audiences.

Therefore, when Pujiang Film Factory was filming this film, it not only provided sufficient funds for the filming, but also mobilized many official contacts.

From the Meiying Factory in this city to the ship model workshop of Wuhan-Han 701 Research Institute.

Even the captain of a certain fleet at sea was invited by the film studio to participate in the filming guidance work.

In order to truly restore the modern scientific base in the vastness of the world, the crew also built an entire interior studio on an uninhabited island in Dongshan, Fujian.

Its decoration design completely refers to foreign periodicals and magazines.

The spaceship made by the ship model workshop of 701, and the special engine designed by Hongqi Car Factory.

All exterior scenes were shot by photographers flying to Xiangjiang...

The main actors even invited some of the voice actors who had previously prepared radio dramas for "Dead Light on Coral Island".

Among them, the villain of the gringo is played by Qiu Yuefeng, a treasure of the translation factory with a mixed face.

"The clip of the nuclear submarine is also great," the film studio staff stared at the screen and said with a smile: "It doesn't look like a toy at all."

"It's no ordinary toy,"

After finishing speaking, Yan Ding first handed the toy in his hand to Jiang Shan: "It is completely modeled after a real nuclear submarine."

Jiang Shan finished the model in his hand and said with a smile, "Is it the one from the movie?"

"Of course, if you dangle it in the water, it will become the real thing."

"Hahaha."

The few people here were overjoyed, but the three people in the opposite film studio frowned.

Soon, everyone in the studio became serious.

Following the other party's gaze, Jiang Shan looked at the screen on the TV.

After a segment is over, go ahead and do it again.

After watching it repeatedly, Quan frowned.

"looks like?"

"What do you say?"

"I don't think so."

"It's a bit fake."

"Just a little fake?"

"Xiao Jiang, what do you think?"

Jiang Shan, who had been watching it intently for a while, had to admit: "It really doesn't look like it!"

(End of this chapter)