Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 30 Thirty Thousand Pairs of Flared Pants
Three hours later, Jiang Shan finally walked out of the warehouse of the art editorial department with dusty hands.

When passing by the toilet, I quickly took some water from the faucet and scratched my hair, which was already turning white, and immediately felt refreshed.

"Editor-in-Chief Pan, Team Leader Qin," Jiang Shan said embarrassedly after moving the last box of manuscripts into the editorial department: "Let's put these boxes of waste manuscripts here for a while, and I will push the cart to pick them up later."

"It's okay," Editor-in-Chief Pan smiled and waved his hands: "Don't worry, no one will pay attention to your rags."

For the overwhelmed art editorial department, a fast player like Jiang Shan has undoubtedly become a rare treasure in Pan Ye's eyes.

When Jiang Shan left, he took another look at the five boxes of "broken", and then strode towards Father Jiang's unit with great strides.

When I left the house last night, I already made an agreement with Father Jiang, and I will wait at the gate of the factory at noon today.
The No. [-] Pujiang Garment Factory is easy to find. The No. [-] bus is just there. As soon as Jiang Shan's feet landed, he saw Jiang Dad Jiang Xiangnan.

"The third child,"

Next to the gate of the No. [-] Garment Factory, there is a clothing sales department. Father Jiang is sitting alone on a long bench smoking a cigarette.

"Dad," except for the white spots, there were almost no survivors in Jiangshan.

Jiang's father frowned, looked at his younger son's happy face, and asked, "Where did you go? Did you fall into the chimney?"

Jiang Shan ran in front of Jiang's father in three steps and two steps, but Jiang's father took a step back with a look of disgust.

"Dad, I just went to the publishing house to collect the manuscript fee, 216 yuan."

Father Jiang's eyes lit up: "Three dozen bone spirits?"

"Yes," Jiang Shan nodded hurriedly: "Three dozen bone spirits."

"Oh," Jiang's father happily patted Jiang Shan's body of ashes, as if his son had just returned from the battlefield triumphantly:
"I didn't expect that, this little fairy is really valuable."

"No," Jiang Shan patted his trouser pocket: "Just now the editor-in-chief of the publishing house made an appointment with me for two more comic books."

The more Dad Jiang listened, the more delighted he was: "Which fairy is this time?"

Jiang Xiangnan never dreamed that one day he would be so rare about goblins.

Jiang Shan put his arms around his father's shoulders: ""Seven Captures of Menghuo" and "The Battle of the Red Cliff"."

Father Jiang raised his eyebrows: "Changed to the Three Kingdoms? This is good. I will buy two copies when the book comes out."

From now on, as long as the books are drawn by his son, he will have to buy them back.

Father Jiang was in a great mood, but when he saw his son's body covered in dust, he couldn't help but wondered, "You said this literature and art publishing house is a cultural unit after all, why is it made like a cement factory?" .”

"I helped them clean up the warehouse today," Jiang Shan almost forgot. "Dad, after dinner later, lend me the bike for a ride. I found some good things in the warehouse."

"Just take it and ride it," Jiang's father said and took out the car key: "The financial gap of Lao Jiang's family has been filled by you, so what's the matter with riding a car, do you want me to help?"

"Yes," Jiang Shan put his arms around his father's shoulders, and walked into the clothing sales department: "But now let's improve the appearance first, our factory manager Hu said, let's prepare two sets of clothes to wear when going abroad."

"You still want to go abroad?" Father Jiang immediately looked back at the third child.

"I didn't mention it when I went home?" Jiang Shan was also confused: "Accompany the director of the TV station to Japan and act as an interpreter for him for a few days."

"Oh, good luck," Jiang Xiangnan, who had just stepped into the store, immediately straightened his back:
"No wonder your mother always said that the smartest is not the boss, but you, or a woman's eyes are poisonous."

Jiang Shan smiled without saying a word. From the beginning of his impression, no matter what he did, Jiang Ma would always stand by him.

It's a pity that the former owner was a two hundred and five, and he failed such a good mother, but luckily he caught it.

"That little Zhao," Jiang Xiangnan greeted the salesperson at the counter, "Give my little son a white shirt to try, it's really cool."

Father Jiang knew that Jiang Shan had always wanted a white shirt, so he lowered his voice and said to Jiang Shan, "Third brother, you should pay for today's clothes first, and I will ask your mother to bring them to you later."

On his land, Father Jiang would never let his children pay for it.

"Dad, I have money."

"What you have is yours, save it yourself."

"Dad, in addition to the 200 yuan, the publisher also gave me 70 yuan for living expenses."

When Father Jiang heard this, he immediately pointed to a sky-blue Dacron shirt: "Xiao Zhao, take that one too, according to my size."

Jiang Shan laughed, and then the father and son got involved with Zhenliang.

Anyway, this fabric does not need cloth tickets, except for the boss who is not short of clothes, everyone in the family has a share.

Jiang Shan bought two of them himself. It is true that although the shirts do not require fabric tickets, they are quite expensive, five yuan for men's and six yuan for women.

There are ready-made ones as small as Jiang Xiaobai's, for three yuan or sixty cents, and Dad Jiang can't stop them.

"How much did you spend in total?" Jiang's father regretted it for a while: "Your mother will definitely scold you when you go back tonight."

"More than 40," Jiang Shan smiled and comforted his father: "It's okay, I will bring you another Takakura Ken's windbreaker when I go to Japan later."

"Who is Takakura Ken?"

"You will know next week," Jiang Shan said, carrying a stack of shirt boxes, "Dad, lead me to your warehouse."

"Go, let's go, I almost forgot the business."

In fact, Jiang Shan made an appointment with Dad Jiang at the gate of the factory today, in order to go to the warehouse of the fourth workshop to look at the bell-bottom pants. "

In my impression, in 1978, a garment factory in Shanghai produced [-] pairs of flared trousers. When they were about to go on the market, they were criticized by the secretary of the factory and sent to the warehouse.

It wasn't until a few years later when the inventory was cleared that I remembered that there was still such a thing, but by then I had missed the golden age of bell-bottom pants.

I had to deal with it at a loss at a price of a few dollars each.

What Jiangshan didn't expect was that these [-] pairs of flared pants turned out to be the products of his father's workshop.

In 1978, as the former pillar industries of the country, cotton spinning mills and garment factories... Due to the continuous expansion of employees and the continuous increase of production tasks, the phenomenon of product backlog occurred from time to time.

Although the data show that starting from 1980, some textile enterprises successively adopted the promotional policy of "no fabric tickets".

But in fact, the backlog of cotton products was already very serious as early as the late 70s.

When Jiang Xiangnan led his son Jiang Shan into the warehouse of Workshop No. [-], although Jiang Shan was prepared, he was still stunned by the glorious sight of [-] pairs of flared trousers.

Walking past row by row, Jiang Shan found that the flared pants in the warehouse were not the denim fabric that was popular in the early 80s.

It is an ordinary chemical fiber cloth with three colors of white, gray, and navy blue, and most of them are white.

"A few years ago, several new designers came to the factory," Dad Jiang explained from the side: "The first design is this prodigal stuff."

Now, as soon as Father Jiang sees a pile of pants like a hill in the warehouse, he will be worried...the rice can still be eaten.

At this time, Jiang Shan's eyes became brighter the more he looked, especially when he found a huge number of white flared pants.

"Not to mention, the vision of these designers in your factory can really be in line with international standards."

It seems that I usually have a lot of exposure to foreign fashion magazines.

(End of this chapter)