Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 45 Temporary Combat Command

Looking at the posture on the field again, Comrade Jiang Shan really can't put on the posture of not accepting it.

So, I discussed with Dad Jiang: "It's been almost half an hour, why don't we withdraw."

Jiang Xiangnan nodded: "I've wanted to quit the stall a long time ago. Being surrounded by these old women is like watching monkeys."

After hearing Father Jiang's words, Jiang He, with a gloomy face, stepped out again with one long leg.

Thanks to Jiang Shan's sharp eyesight and quick hands, he grabbed his second brother and whispered to Jiang's father, "Get out."

Afterwards, a bicycle drove out of the Daguangming Cinema quickly. It was the comrade who reported to other groups.

Jiang Ma, who was full of frustration, cleaned up the flared trousers on the stall.

He didn't even notice that there was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old female student standing on the steps of Da Guang Guang Cinema.

He was looking in Jiang Ma's direction with a pair of big surprised eyes.

"Oh my God," she murmured silently in her heart: "Isn't that my aunt's family? How did they become reduced to selling stalls along the street?"

Zhou Jiajia put away her panicked expression, and suddenly quickened her pace.

She raised one hand, covering half of her face unnaturally.

Don't let the aunt's family see it, she doesn't want her classmates to know that she has such a relative.

Zhou Jiajia is the daughter of Jiang Ma's younger sister Yan Mei. Like Jiang Chuan, she is a sophomore in high school.

The child who was pampered and raised on weekdays vowed not to associate with the big brothers of workers and peasants.

Jiang Shan looked at the girl from afar, leaving in embarrassment.

The memory of my childhood suddenly came back. After so many years, the way I looked at his family has not changed at all, and I am still arrogant and disgusted.

"What are you looking at?" After a while, Jiang Ma's side had already been cleaned up.

Jiang Shan smiled: "I saw a ghost."

"What the hell,"

Looking at the valiant aunts a few meters away, Jiang Ma dared not speak out and whispered:

"Go quickly!"

"I won't go back with you today,"

It was still early, but Jiang Shan decided to go straight to work: "Brother is still at the newspaper office, I'll go and play for a while."

"Success, you can go if you want!"

Tonight, Jiang He didn't follow Jiang Shan anymore, it was enough to join in the excitement once.

He still prefers the feeling of picking up a paintbrush.

Pujiang Daily.

When Jiang Shan stepped into the editor-in-chief's office, it happened to be the most tense moment here.

Today, the office of editor-in-chief Jiang Hai seems to be a temporary combat headquarters.

The two combined desks are their battlefield at the moment.

Editing, proofreading, typesetting...

Tomorrow's "Pujiang Daily" will be finalized here.

It was an unwritten rule before that the small newspapers copied the big newspapers, and the big newspapers copied the main newspapers.

This time, Cai, the editor-in-chief of Pujiang Daily, decided to copy the newspaper accurately.

The news marked in the stack of old newspapers in Jiangshan yesterday became the main force of the "Hot Talk" in the new third edition of "Pujiang Daily".

Looking at the past with all eyes, it is still reproduced in **** newspapers as usual in the past.

But the characteristics of the reproduced content are surprisingly similar.

Which authority is transferred to which one, which one is fresh and which one is selected.

[Coca-Cola signed a contract with National Grain and Oil at Yanjing Hotel. 】

[Welcome to the triumphant return of the FAW delegation to Japan. 】

【From young people's hairstyles and trousers】

[Cao Yu speaks out for flared trousers: Boldly open your eyes]

……

There are not a few articles exclusively written by Pujiang Daily.

"Lesbians flock to People's Market, where is Mayumi's scarf of the same style?" "

"Pujiang People/People's Park Births the First English Corner"

"A Thank You Letter to Education Press"

"Pujiang Daily Relay: Voice for Flared Pants"

……

Jiang Shan, who stood silently by the table, laughed, his eldest brother is still very reliable!
"How about it?"

Cai Wensheng discovered the country beside him, and he will personally do the typesetting work tonight: "It looks good, doesn't it?"

"It's so eye-catching!"

"Ok?"

"It's just so fascinating."

"That's for sure," Editor-in-Chief Cai said with great enthusiasm, "It's because you haven't seen the enthusiasm of our newspaper reporters, you're too high."

"Yes," the editor-in-chief Jiang Hai also nodded:

"I really should go out and walk more. I know there are new things in Pujiang every day, but I don't realize that it changes every day."

"Where is this, let's take a look at it slowly!"

After finishing speaking, Comrade Jiang Shan put his hands on the table.

For a while, he carefully looked at the article in front of him "Pujiang Daily Relay: Speak Up for Bell Bottoms".

It was found that in addition to the reporter's signature, there was also his own signature.

Contributor: Jiang Shan.

At a glance, it was the arrangement of the boss, so I guess I was too embarrassed to add my own name.

This article is well written by Jiang Hai.

On the surface, it is a response to the great writer Cao Yu's article, but in fact it is also speaking for myself:
[Flying Apsaras murals in the Tang Dynasty in Huaguo clearly show bell-bottom trousers, which shows that bell-bottom trousers actually originated from my country...]

"Well written!"

For the first time, Jiang Shan saw his elder brother's writing skills, quoting the past to discuss the present, combining the present, and from time to time, he still didn't forget to talk to famous people.

Standard media backbone elements.

"This," Jiang Shan pointed to one of the paragraphs:
"Add a sentence at the beginning: Recently, our newspaper office has received a lot of letters from the masses..."

As long as it is supported by the masses, it will be perfect.

Cai Wensheng wondered: "We haven't received any letters from the masses."

Jiang Shan didn't raise his head: "I'll write you a few letters right away."

Several editors, including Jiang Hai, all looked at Jiang Shan.

Afterwards, Cai Wensheng smiled wryly, and it was not impossible:
"Okay, I'll change it right away."

Another editor rushed to cooperate:
"Let's see if there is anything else that needs to be added. The draft must be finalized before 9 o'clock, and the printing house is waiting."

"No, these manuscripts are excellent, and I want to learn from you."

There are too many ways of writing this thing.

Jiang Shan feels that he is not qualified to criticize other people's articles.

My eldest brother is another matter, who wants him to borrow his name!

On the other side, Editor-in-Chief Jiang didn't care about the third child changing his article.

He would feel that he had learned a hand from this kid again.

Jiang Hai had long discovered that every time the third child walked into the editor-in-chief's office, he would always gain something.

Similarly, Cai Wensheng just wrote down the word "eye-catching" in his notebook.

In fact, Comrade Jiang Shan has already restrained himself.

He tried his best not to substitute some of the cunning of later generations into this era in advance.

But sometimes when you think about it carefully, someone or something nowadays is dark enough.

Several editors are working together skillfully at this moment, finalizing the final draft and typesetting the typesetting.

One of the old editors wearing glasses crackled his abacus.

"One go to five to four, six to ten to five to one."

The other side asked: "Use the first size for the three columns of questions, how many can you put?"

He'll report it right away.

Jiangshan is simply convinced.

He always thought that he was some kind of bigwig in the entire media, and that the old comrade showed a little bit of skill, but he had never seen it before.

(End of this chapter)