Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 21 What are the famous masters of later generations doing now?

Jiang Shan was not surprised at all.

After ten years of standing still, don't be afraid of a big gap, but be afraid of being kept in the dark.

Around the 80s, why did the country fully support the introduction of dubbed films?Isn't it just to let the people see the vast world outside.

At that time, there were still a small group of people who were still thinking about liberating foreign countries every day. Fortunately, the high-level leaders were wise.

After the meeting ended, Hu Xiao and Jiang Shan stayed and chatted with Director Gu alone.

During this period, Jiang Shan hesitated to speak several times, but Director Gu noticed all of them: "Comrade Xiao Jiang, do you have something to say? Just say it."

"Oh," Jiang Shan thought carefully, "It's something, but..."

Director Gu asked tentatively: "What? You don't want to go to Dongjing with us?"

"That's not true." This trip to Winter Beijing was something Jiangshan couldn't wish for.

"Could it be... a public service advertisement?"

"Yes, but I have to think about it again."

When Jiang Shan thinks it's time to act, he will act. Since he has the ability, why not earn face for the country and come back.

He is well aware of how important advertising is to social development.

This is why many developed countries use the amount of advertising business to measure the prosperity and decline of the national economy.

President Roosevelt's mantra is: If you don't want to be president, you should be an advertiser.

On the way back, Hu Xiao insisted that he ride the bike, huffing and puffing all the way.

"Xiao Jiang, why do you wear this all day long?"

"Poor."

"Come on, what did you earn these days?"

"...I think this suit is pretty good."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Shan looked down at himself. The yellowed white shirt and navy blue trousers were refreshing.

"Too simple."

"I can be more simple, just for fear that the people will not agree."

"Don't be picky, you'll be leaving the country in two months, when the time comes, buy a good pair of clothes, don't let people look down on us."

"correct,"

If Hu Xiao didn't mention this, Jiang Shan would have forgotten: "Why did you develop me without my consent?"

"This is the organization's trust in you," Hu Xiao began to increase his riding posture: "Why? Not happy?"

"How is it possible," Jiang Shan said happily, "You are wiser than our people's government."

"It's all nonsense, but this is also an errand for your kid, you know? It's a subsidy of 15 yuan for a day."

"15 yuan a day?" Jiang Shan's eyes lit up, but he didn't expect that there would be a subsidy: "How many days will we go?"

"A week anyway."

"Factory manager, why don't I ride the bike instead, the people walking on the street are faster than us."

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After finishing the translation of "Garrison Expendables" today, Jiang Shan walked into the courtyard at about four o'clock with two bags of apples.

An apple worth [-] cents a catty is not too small.

Along the way, Jiang Shan was humming the tune of "Mandarin Duck Tea".

"Uncle Li,"

Jiang Shan knocked on the window of Li Ruocheng's house, and handed in a basket of apples: "Try for you and Aunt Li."

Li Ruocheng looked at the red apple, a little surprised: "Why is this?"

"I bought it when I saw it was fresh."

"Missing money," Li Ruocheng took it, and handed out a bag of small twists: "This is for the children, not for you."

"Hey, I promise not to eat it!"

Afterwards, when Jiang Shan put the apples and twists together on the square table, Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai's eyes rolled when they smiled.

Jiang Shan rubbed Jiang Xiaobai's furry head: "Come on."

"Thank you third uncle."

"Third Uncle is the best."

"This child," Jiang Ma, who was sitting on the side picking vegetables, scolded with a smile, "If you have milk, you are a mother. How long has your mother been back, and you don't miss her at all?"

Jiang Ma worries about this every day.

"You're just worrying too much," Jiang Shan threw the biggest apple to Jiang Ma: "My lover and children are not in a hurry, but you should be in a hurry first."

"This matter can't always be delayed."

"Mom, don't make trouble. The house has been clean for a few days. Besides, my sister-in-law is studying at home, so she can't stop her from making progress."

After finishing speaking, he entered the back room with an apple in his mouth, lay down on the desk and entered a fighting state.

"Are you back?" The second child, Jiang He, held the apple thrown by his younger brother between his hands: "What kind of job do you think they will assign to me?"

Jiang Shan turned to look at him: "Did you go to the Personnel Bureau today?"

"Going to go," Jiang He nodded, "Let's just wait and say that the good work is coming later, and I don't know if it's true or not."

"Don't worry, trust the government."

Jiang Shan knew in his heart that the educated youths were often anxious to enter the factory after returning to the city, but the first few batches assigned were not as good as the later units.

"I see you've been drawing recently." Jiang He also lay down on the writing desk: "This is a comic book."

"That's right, it's a comic book."

Today, Jiang Shan is already drawing No. 15. According to his own speed of five pictures per day, the manuscript can be delivered in another four or five days.

You must know that even experienced illustrators can at most complete one or two drawings every day, and what's more, it takes three or four days to complete one drawing.

At the end of the 70s, the art market had not yet formed at this time. Except for a small amount of acquisitions in art galleries and hotels, there was almost no interest in the society.

In order to make a living, painters can only earn manuscript fees by drawing comic books. Cheng Shifa, Chen Yifei, Luo Zhongli and other famous painters in the future are busy drawing comic books just like Jiang Shan.

These masters back then, the speed was the real speed, but the real speed was also very serious.

In order to create "Longze", Meng Zhaosheng experienced life in Neimenggu for more than a month.When I painted "The Story of Zhu De", I also went to Jinggangshan to experience life.

Jiang Shan himself did not expect that the villain's book that he insisted on copying for four or five years in the previous life would become the golden finger in the next life.

No need to compose, just come at your fingertips.

"elder brother,"

Jiang Shan couldn't help but said to his second brother: "Guess how much I can get for drawing a page of a villain book?"

Jiang He looked at him, and sure enough, there was money for painting this thing: "It's worth... 5 cents."

"This number." Jiang Shan stretched out three fingers.

"Three hairs?"

Three fingers shook.

"Three... yuan?"

"Yes."

"My God." Jiang He was quite surprised.

Later, he opened the drawer and took out two blank sheets of paper, not to be exact, because there were pictures on them.

"Third brother, palm your eyes for me."

Jiang Shan glanced slightly: "Huh? You drew this?"

Although not professional, there are some painting skills.

"Don't tell me, there really is a door." Jiang Shan moved closer: "You must have been painting for a while."

"Just kidding, brother was not idle back then, I covered all the big characters/newspapers in the surrounding three or four villages,"

This is also the only thing Jiang He is proud of: "Otherwise, with my body, I wouldn't have enough food to send you."

Only then did Jiang Shan notice that the second brother put the apple in front of his eyes again.

I was inexplicably moved, who said that God only joked and didn't open his eyes.

Although, in the last life, he took him away at the most glorious time, but in this life, he gave back his family members.

Although being poor is a little poor, you can earn money by yourself!

"Second Brother," Jiang Shan saw what Jiang He was thinking, "Do you want to learn painting?"

"No, I want to make money," Jiang He said very firmly: "But if painting can make money, I want to learn."

(End of this chapter)