Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 36 Wipe the gun for the same target

After dinner, Jiang Shan fell asleep as usual.

On the square table in the dining room of the outer room, there was a large sheet of white paper that Jiang Hai brought back from the newspaper office, and the second brother, Jiang He, began to draw the outline according to the photos prepared by Jiang Shan.

After all, he had painted big-character posters in the Northeast for a few years, and Jiang He's skills in large-scale portrait painting were not generally solid.

The larger the size, the better it can show its painting skills.

In just a short while, the palm-sized Mayumi in the photo has been enlarged and copied onto a life-sized white paper.

The younger sister Jiang Chuan stared straight at the side. All along, she only knew that the second brother was copying the comic book with the younger brother.

Never thought that the second brother himself is a practicing family.

"Tsk tsk tsk," the eldest Jiang Hai saw Jiang He's painting for the first time, and only then did he realize that there was a great god in the family:
"You two are amazing. It seems that the re-education of the poor and lower-middle peasants is very effective for you two."

Jiang He didn't pay attention to him, so this kind of work is a big deal for him?
However, Jiang He was very happy to have something to help his family.

Before Jiang Shan asked Hu Xiao to help him develop a few full-body photos of Mayumi, which was nothing to the translation factory.

But it was also because of this that Hu Xiao knew that Jiangshan was going to help the second garment factory sell flared pants.

At this moment, Mayumi on the big white paper looks like a beautiful model wearing a floral shirt and white flared pants.

"Look," Dad Jiang looked excitedly, "Isn't this the bell-bottom pants produced by our fourth workshop?"

"Don't tell me," Jiang Hai also saw some signs: "The pants are really worth 35 yuan for this little girl."

"Really?" Dad Jiang liked to hear this: "All the materials used are good."

Although Jiang's mother looked good, she still felt that there was no smell of pork: "I would definitely not buy it, 35 yuan can bring a piggy back."

Little sister Jiang Chuan liked it more and more: "Dad, I think it looks good, buy me a pair of flared pants."

"What beautiful things are you thinking about?"

"Go, go and learn quickly."

The second brother's meticulous painting appearance made Jiang Hai feel that he should do something.

Soon, he grabbed a coat and walked out of the courtyard.

At this moment, Jiang Hai just wanted to ask Cai Wensheng to write out the application letter for advertising as soon as possible, and hand it over overnight.

……

At nine o'clock in the evening, Yu Wenwen, who had been looking out, finally saw Jiang Shan's figure.

The scene at the dubbing factory during the day made her nervous all afternoon, and she had to find time to ask for clarification.

At this moment, Jiang Shan, who was wearing a light blue shirt, walked slowly with a box of mooncakes in his hand.

Looking at the mooncake in Jiang Shan's hand, Yu Wenwen's eyes became hot, and he finally started to bring gifts for himself again.

Just as she was thinking about Meishi, she saw Jiang Shan walking straight into the delivery workshop.

Then a voice came out: "Master Ma, this Mid-Autumn Festival, I will bring you some mooncakes to try."

"moon cake?"

Master Ma swallowed just listening to it.

Even in Pujiang in this era, you can only buy a box of dim sum during the Chinese New Year, and you can buy buns and fried dough sticks at ordinary times, so you can satisfy your cravings.

"I don't know what you like to eat." Jiang Shan handed the mooncakes to the chef, "I just picked a few pieces filled with sesame oil, salt and pepper, and pine nut bean paste."

Master Ma nodded again and again: "I like them all, I like them all."

Hurry Mingti to go home, the little grandson at home is still happy.

For a while, the old horse looked at Jiangshan cheerfully. Now this kid brings food and drink for himself every three days. He didn't expect that he was lucky enough to accept apprentices.

When buying mooncakes today, Jiang Shan specially picked out a box for Lao Ma. The master is so protective of him now that he is reluctant to wake him up at three o'clock in the morning.

Even if Jiang Shan got up on his own, the master always pushed him back: "Go, go, the artist's draft, I can do this job by myself, you can't even figure out your abacus."

Jiang Shan knew that Master Ma wanted to give himself more creative time.

"Taste it," Jiang Shan was afraid that the master would not want to eat it.

Master Ma stared: "What kind of moon cakes do you eat during working hours?"

The two were chatting, when suddenly Yu Wenwen's figure drifted into the corner of their eyes.

Jiang Shan turned to look at her, not hiding his impatient expression.

Yu Wenwen looked hesitant to speak, and looked at the old horse from time to time. Master Ma immediately understood that he thought he was in the way.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard a voice:
"The third one."

Jiang Hai actually found it.

We all know that the editor-in-chief of the newspaper is Jiang Hai's substitute, and Yu Wenwen's nervous fingers are twirling a strand of hair non-stop.

"Brother?" Jiang Shan walked past her directly and walked out: "What do you need from me?"

Jiang Hai nodded: "Aren't you busy now, go sit with me."

"He's not busy,"

Master Ma said something for his apprentice, and winked at Jiang Shan: "Don't worry about it, go quickly."

"to make."

It wasn't until seeing the figures of the Jiangshan brothers disappearing in the path that Yu Wenwen sighed leisurely and walked out of the delivery workshop.

In the office building of "Pujiang Daily", apart from the editor's room on duty, only Jiang Hai's editor-in-chief's room was still lit.

At this moment, Jiang Hai and Cai Wensheng sat face to face on the desk, quietly looking at Jiang Shan who was sitting on the single sofa.

Jiang Hai noticed that the other party's brows were frowned, and hurriedly asked, "What about the third one, what's wrong?"

Jiangshan found that this application report was much more comprehensive than the last one:

[Hua Guo's advertisements have an ancient history. In the era of "Water Margin", the tavern where Wu Song beat the tiger passed by showed a roadside billboard saying "Three bowls but no post". In Pujiang in the 20s, row after row of outdoor advertisements almost became the symbol of Shili Yangchang. 】

[From August 1966, 8, 17 years have passed since the last volume of product advertisement in Jiefang Daily hastily closed...]

Jiang Shan flicked the application letter in his hand: "Everything else is fine, but it's best to write down the current predicament of our newspaper in the application report."

"Crying?" Cai Wensheng thought it made sense: "I'm good at this."

"Then you write." Jiang Hai immediately unscrewed the pen and handed it to Editor-in-Chief Cai: "The more difficult it is for our newspaper, the better."

"I'm already poor, so I don't need to add fuel and vinegar," Cai Wensheng said with a bitter expression at the moment: "Just write the truth, we will definitely stand up to the organization's investigation."

[After liberation, the newspaper office was the first unit that did not ask the state for money... After WG, it began to pay every year and every month. The 50 it earned before was not enough to post all of it. In the past few years, it has even reached out to the state. 】

[Today there are 265 employees in the newspaper office and the printing factory. There are not a few people with three generations living in one house. According to our statistics, there are many such cases. There are even two families living in one unit with three generations. 】

[Now the newspaper is struggling to recruit talented people. Comrade Cai Wensheng from the Supplement Department, before being transferred, even specially wrote down a guarantee that he would not want a house within three years...]

Seeing this, Jiang Shan and Jiang Hai looked at each other and smiled, the editor-in-chief has not been allocated a house yet.

In the same country, two camps in different cities are sharpening their guns for the same goal.

At this time, in an earthquake shelter on the side of the road in Heping District, Tianjing City, the editor-in-chief of "Tianjing Daily" was arguing with the editorial board.

"Now the housing conditions of the employees are very difficult. In the past two years after the earthquake, many employees still live in temporary construction sheds. A unit that should be responsible for its own profits and losses has become dependent on financial appropriations every year. How can it give you money to build a house? ? The advertising business should resume..."

(End of this chapter)