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Chapter 65 Comrade Jiangshan's Routine

Gradually, the three onlookers in room 305 have probably seen Comrade Jiang Shan's routine.

He always smooths out a sand painting just as it is about to be completed.

Then, hook them to continue to watch, continue to guess...continue to call.

The voice of Jiangshan sounded again: "It's like a picture, just like flying..."

On the painting platform, a painting of the flying fairy in Mogao Grottoes is about to be completed.

Gu Zhengzheng grabbed Jiang Shan's hand: "Don't fly, let me have a solid look at it."

Finally, Jiang Shan's hands stopped. He hadn't played handicrafts for a long time, and he was a little raw.

Fortunately, at this point in time, sand paintings have not yet appeared.

A random shot will startle a pool of gulls and herons.

What's more, his sand painting attainments can still stand the test of the people.

Looking at the picture that has finally not been erased.

The three spectators in room 305 breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and then quickly took a closer look.

For a while, Gu Zhengzheng was not willing to let go of Jiangshan's hand, for fear that the fairy in front of him would be taken away by this kid again.

"It's really good," Gu Zhengzheng looked at the painting table and couldn't help but boast.

Unexpectedly, the yellow sand, which is usually regarded as dust, can present such a beautiful picture after a mess of Jiangshan.

"It's called sand painting," Jiang Shan explained to the three comrades in the room:
"Although they are small, they are obedient. You can combine them into any picture you want. It is the same as embroidering a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water with needle corners."

Jiangshan tried to explain it in an easy-to-understand manner.

Today, whether he is an illustrator or an advertisement creation, he is expressed in the art form of painting.

Then, if Jiangshan is asked to choose another form of advertising, "painting" is still the first choice.

It fully fits his identity as a folk artist.

Is it the same as embroidery?
Gu Zhengzheng didn't say anything more, stretched out a finger and scratched a few times on the fine sand in the corner of the sand platform.

Cursing secretly, how could he speak so lightly.

Gu Zhengzheng, who has been working in the news unit for more than 20 years, has also seen many strange and weird forms of painting.

Not to mention the common ones such as stone paintings and board paintings, some iron paintings, leather paintings, carved walnuts, carved eggs...

Each can be called exquisite and exquisite.

However, none of this platform in front of him made his liver tremble.

Jiang Shan watched Gu Zhengzheng circle around without saying a word, and quickly followed up:
"Of course, any art form is inseparable from years of practice."

This time, Gu Zhengzheng nodded, indicating that it still makes sense.

On the other side, Huang Hua held his glasses and bowed his waist, watching carefully.

When he was fascinated, he saw Gu Zhengzheng drawing a circle at the corner from the corner of his eyes.

It's not easy, it's not easy.

Don't look at Comrade Xiaojiang's words so easily, but behind the scenes, there is no telling how much hardship he has endured.

He still knows a little about the talented people who have come out of these educated youths.

Looking at the painting platform in front of him, Huang Hua nodded, but Jiang Shan's hardship is still worth it.

Before the ban on domestic advertising business was lifted, Pujiang Decoration Company was doing export promotion.

After so many years of dealing with countries in the world, those preferences for foreigners.

Huang Hua didn't say he understood it 7%, but he already had 8 or [-] points.

In addition to new, strange, and special, it is mysterious, rare, and hard-won.

Jiang Shan's move happened to work together.

Coincidentally, Jiang Shan thought of going with him.

Judging from this series of Japanese silk advertisements, the standard Japanese painting style of later generations has begun to take shape.

There are countless green mountains and beautiful waters in China, but whether it is the current Yanjing or Pujiang TV Station, it is absolutely impossible to have their advanced shooting equipment.

Furthermore, time does not allow.

The best option is to paint directly on the sand.

Things that have never been seen are always epoch-making high-end bureaus.

Compared with the pleasing pictures, the visual feast is completely a dimensionality reduction blow.

I thought that the mysterious veil of the East had been lifted, but I didn't expect that there was a golden mask underneath.

Just like the three spectators in room 305, they smoothed the sand painting before they had time to see it clearly.

Then, hook the audience to continue to watch, continue to guess...continue to telegraph.

It doesn't matter if you didn't see it clearly. When Huaguo's silk advertisement appears on the TV screen again, continue to watch it.

Any advertisement, not talking about eye-catching, not talking about retention rate, is a hooligan/hooligan.

Since ancient times, righteousness has not been good, and business is business.

Advertisements that cannot help Party A attract buyers are useless to say that they are in the sky.

Huang Hua was well versed in this, and when he looked up at Jiang Shan again, he said, "Comrade Xiao Jiang, can you teach me sand painting?"

"No problem," Jiang Shan said bluntly, "Actually, many painters paint much better than me, but I used a little cleverness to add a light source to it."

Gu Zhengzheng and Huang Hua said at the same time, "...haha."

What an honest kid, he doesn't even know how good his skills are.

In fact, Jiang Shan was right.

It is said that the craft of sand painting was created by foreigners, but in fact it is not the case. Old domestic artists have already mastered it.

It's just that there was a lack of a light source that opened up Ren Du's two veins.

For a while, Zhang Lu was beaming with joy.

He didn't hide his thoughts like Gu Tai and Huang Hua.

At this moment, I just feel excited in my heart. Today is an eye-opener. After I go back, I have another thing to show off with my buddies.

"By the way, Comrade Jiangshan, when writing the list this afternoon," Zhang Lu asked with a smile, "Didn't you say: prepare these things first. Are there any other needs?"

"That's right," Huang Hua also remembered this: "Is there anything else besides sand painting?"

Gu Zhengzheng didn't speak, just looked at Jiangshan.

"certainly,"

Jiang Shan went over to turn on the light, looked at the other three and said, "This silk advertisement I prepared needs three sand platforms in total."

He glanced at Huang Hua, and Huang Hua nodded immediately.

Jiang Shan continued: "Soundtrack and narration are still needed. I am in charge of sand painting. Who will do the narration?"

After speaking, he looked at Gu Zhengzheng.

At the same time, Zhang Lu also looked at his leader.

However, Huang Hua didn't look at it, he smiled and said slowly: "My voice is not bad, you can give it a try."

Jiang Shan shook his head: "Your voice is too intriguing, and Director Gu's voice is more suitable."

Zhang Lu: "I agree, Gutai's voice is more suitable."

Gu Zhengzheng did his part: "Then I will narrate,"

For a while, Director Gu seemed to have found the feeling he had 20 years ago:
"Comrades, we are now a team, regardless of department level or unit. We must work together to make an excellent silk advertisement. We must not just look at this bright pearl and bury it."

wow~
At 305 miles, there was a lot of applause, including Director Gu himself, and everyone clapped loudly.

Next, take your place and work separately.

Jiang Shan and Director Gu stayed in the room to write the narration.

Yanjing TV asked for help on Zhang Lu's soundtrack.

Huang Hua, who was wearing a gray Chinese tunic suit and a pair of blue sleeves, began to make two other sand painting platforms.

(End of this chapter)