Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 73

Zhou Yeming felt much relieved when he heard this: "I'm also afraid of hurting Comrade Xiaojiang's enthusiasm for work!"

"Don't worry, I know him quite well," Gu Zhengzheng glanced at his watch: "Go and finish the two paintings first, and leave the rest to me."

Zhou Yeming nodded: "Don't worry, I'll do it myself, and the two certificates are ready. Let's meet at Minzu Restaurant later in the evening."

"Success." When he was about to hang up the phone, Gu Zhengzheng hurriedly reminded him again: "Director Zhou, don't forget those 8 cents a piece."

"Don't worry, I'll roll it back!"

When Gu Zhengzheng walked out of the history museum with big strides, the three people in the square were all smiling and looking at him.

Among them, Jiang Shan smiled the brightest.

In 1981, more than 9000 calligraphy and paintings were conservatively estimated at 400 billion yuan...

These sets of data have been in Jiang Shan's mind (seduce)... crossed out, calling him all the time.

Comrade Xu Huachi, who gave most of his wealth to the country in the last life, has worked hard.

In this life, Jiang Shan will be responsible for this burden. He just likes it simply, and he will not let these calligraphy and paintings go abroad.

"What good things are you thinking of?" Gu Zhengzheng had already walked to Jiang Shan's side: "I couldn't even close my mouth from laughing."

Jiang Shan's eyes were as clear as the stars: "Gutai, thank you for arranging this opportunity for me to visit the inner hotel."

Gu Zhengzheng had such a serious expression on his face: "It should, and young comrades like you should be given more learning opportunities."

Jiang Shan felt sincerely: "I will definitely not disappoint the cultivation of the organization, and I will come back to see it in two years."

There was a semi-permanent smile on Huang Hua's face: "Then where should we study next?"

Gu Zhengzheng waved his hand: "The Forbidden City."

Here, he is the leader, and the rest of the people quickly follow after he gives an order.

At this point in time, visiting the Forbidden City is a good choice.

Although today, the sky above Yanjing is still shrouded in a layer of imperial air.

However, the crisp autumn season is the best time to visit the Forbidden City.

Before entering the gate, an old man with a white beard dangled in front of Jiangshan with a handful of candied haws on his shoulders.

"Master," Jiang Shan counted out [-] cents and said, "Here are four bunches of candied haws."

After that, the four who continued to march towards the Forbidden City held a bunch of candied haws in their hands.

It is said that autumn in Yanjing begins with the Forbidden City, and when autumn arrives, it becomes the Forbidden City.

However, in Jiang Shan's eyes, the Forbidden City was not as gorgeous as in his impression.

In 1978, after the overall situation was decided, craftsmen involved in the restoration work could be seen everywhere in the Forbidden City.

Jiang Shan and Huang Hua walked and watched.

In the end, the two stopped under a corridor at the same time, watching the craftsmen standing on the high scaffolding, tracing seals and painting golden dragons.

The two craftsmen started to paint directly, and every place they put pen to paper was just right.

The faded painted paintings have gradually regained their brilliance under the pens of the craftsmen.

In the eyes of Jiang Shan, it is like a piece of film soaked in developer solution, turning from brown to colorful.

It's more like history is fast forwarding.

Jiang Shan raised his head and watched very intently. Huang Hua, who knew that he liked these things, stood quietly by the side.

"I don't even know how to film this," Gu Zhengzheng's voice came from behind: "What a good news material, I missed this period of time, where can I find it..."

Zhang Lu picked up the camera and hurriedly leaned up to take pictures, while Gu Zhengzheng continued to point fingers at the side.

Jiang Shan couldn't help laughing, but when he looked again, he found that Huang Hua's smile had disappeared.

"Brother," Jiang Shan asked suspiciously, "What are you thinking? Seriously."

"When did I stop being serious?" Huang Hua laughed again: "Just now I was just thinking that if such a good silk advertisement would not be able to raise the silk export volume... Sigh!"

Jiang Shan also thought about this question two days ago.

"Brother," he waved to Huang Hua: "Since your company has cooperated with the two silk factories in Pujiang for many years, you should know their main exporting countries, right?"

"Of course I know." Huang Hua felt that Jiangshan's question was too much to ask: "The main sales are in Europe, and France/country is the main promotion."

"What about Japan?" Jiang Shan continued to ask.

"The United States," Huang Hua said with certainty, "Although there are many French countries, the United States has always been their biggest export country."

"We never thought of exporting our silk to the United States?" Jiang Shan directly expressed his thoughts.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, think about it carefully," Huang Hua explained to Jiang Shan unhurriedly:

"Japan didn't make much effort, so we had to give up a part of France's share, not to mention the United States, which is their important layout."

Jiangshan refused to back down: "We can also re-plan the layout and put the main event in the United States."

Huang Hua shook his head: "Do you think our country doesn't want to? But, it's not easy!"

"Brother," Jiang Shan took a bare bamboo stick and wrote two words on the ground: "It wasn't easy before, but it doesn't mean it's impossible now."

Huang Hua watched Jiangshan scratching quietly on the land: Qiu said.

Since 1978, due to the cheap and high-quality goods, electrical appliances, and automobiles from Japan, a large number of them have poured into the United States.

As a result, a large number of workers in the United States have been laid off and unemployed one after another.

The disgust of the American people towards Little Japan is getting higher and higher day by day.

The next two years will culminate.

In 1980, those who smashed Japanese stores, smashed Japanese cars, and even chased and beat Japanese...

"If you want to buy something from a very annoying person," Jiang Shan guided patiently: "Would you pay for it?"

Huang Hua shook his head immediately: "I'd rather not use it."

Jiang Shan: "But what if it is a product that must be used?"

Huang Hua still didn't want to pay, but if he had to use it...: "Is there no other seller?"

"That's right," Jiang Shan laughed, "If people in the United States don't want to buy Japanese silk, our country is on top."

"Oh~"

Huang Hua's thoughts widened: "Let's not say, Japan's life in the United States is not as easy as it was in the past two years."

"Brother Hua is very accurate," Jiang Shan nodded sharply: "My group of foreign friends also said the same thing."

Since the last time on Pujiang TV, Jiang Shan pointed out that Huang Hua's advertising plan was similar to France's public service advertisements.

Huang Hua knew that Jiangshan had a bunch of friends from abroad.

He continued to reason according to Jiang Shan's thinking: "You can indeed take advantage of this situation, but what our company can do is only to collect external research and publicity, and can only suggest."

"Actually, these things have nothing to do with me," Jiang Shan smiled: "I mainly want to see you drooping face."

Huang Hua didn't expect that Comrade Xiao Jiang was quite toward him:
"Yesterday, at the meeting between Gutai and the Ministry of Commerce, it was unanimously decided that your silk advertisement will become a unified external advertisement for domestic silk.

Of course, all silk units will also jointly bear the expenses for advertising production and placement. "

Jiang Shan was a little surprised: "Such a big commotion this time?"

"Yes." Huang Hua didn't expect it either: "It seems that the revitalization of our country's silk export is imminent."

(End of this chapter)