Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

Li Ruocheng looked at Jiang Shan's leaving figure and wondered, What kind of trick is this Jiang Lao San doing again?

It's almost New Year's Day, and the sky has darkened early.

In the hut, Jiang He saw the third child rushing in from outside, hugged a book and ran out: Don't want to eat?

Jiang Shan was almost full: I bought roasted sweet potatoes, you can try them!

The voice gradually dispersed, and Jiangshan had entered Li Ruocheng's home again.

Uncle Li, look at this, Jiang Shan took a glass of water from Aunt Li: I brought it to you from Japan.

Oh? Li Ruocheng took the book and put on his glasses: The Lion, the Witch and...the Wardrobe? Isn't this The Chronicles of Narnia?

Jiang Shan quickly asked: Have you read this book?

Judging from Li Ruocheng's expression at this moment, he seems to like the original work quite a lot: I have seen a friend's manuscript before, so I searched it up without reading it all.

Jiang Shan thought it was just right: Can you translate this novel?

It was not until 1992 that the country joined the World Copyright Organization.

Before that, Jiangshan was ready to plunder the foreign hairs of capitalism to its heart’s content.

Li Ruocheng didn't understand what Jiang Shan meant: The publisher wants it?

It's not the publishing house, Jiang Shan moved his chair closer: Have you forgotten my brother's Oriental Metropolis Daily?

Oh, Li Ruocheng looked at the book in his hand again: I turn pages very slowly.

There's no need to hurry, Jiang Shan explained:

300 words a day is enough. We are going to arrange an English corner column in the newspaper, and it will be published in both Chinese and English every day. 300 words is enough.

Li Ruocheng discussed the matter: This is a very good idea. There are many comrades who want to learn English nowadays.

Right, Jiang Shan laughed: Don't say you are learning English, even if you only understand Chinese, this story will definitely attract readers.

It makes sense. Li Ruocheng still knew a thing or two about the content of the book: 300 words a day is no problem. I helped you read it.

Jiang Shan nodded: I knew Uncle Li would definitely help me. Your manuscript fee will be paid once a week. The manuscript fee for newspapers and periodicals is different from that of publishing houses. If you suffer a little loss, can you just charge 10 yuan per thousand words?

At this moment, Li Huaiying, who was also sitting in the study, his eyes lit up.

But the next second, she knew that her husband would definitely not agree.

10 yuan for a thousand words? Sure enough, Li Ruocheng took off his glasses after hearing this: How can that be done? The publishing house only gave me 5 yuan for a thousand words. How can I make money from you juniors!

You are not taking our money, Jiang Shan corrected:

I also get royalties from the newspaper. If we write well, the newspaper will naturally sell well. My brother said he wouldn't trust me if I left it to someone else to translate. This is the English corner!

After hearing Jiang Shan's repeated emphasis, Li Ruocheng also felt that this was reasonable and pointed in the direction where the man left just now and said:

Your brother is right to think so. Even the one just now has started translating novels.

Jiangshan strikes while the iron is hot: Then I'll thank you first on behalf of my eldest brother.

After seeing his wife nodding seriously, Li Huaiying finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The third child,

Suddenly, Jiang Hai's excited voice came from the yard: You know, my house has been divided!

Really? Jiang Shan and Uncle Li stood up at the same time and looked out the window.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the Jiang family was pushed open.

Jiang Ma, who was the first to appear, said anxiously: Boss, has your house been divided?

Jiang Hai pursed his lips, feeling doubly happy.

All the Jiang family members in the room crowded out.

How old?

How many rooms?

Where is the house?

Jiang Xiaobai said, Dad.

Jiang Hai picked up his youngest son and kissed him hard. He then took his daughter to his side and rubbed his little head vigorously.

Hurry up, come in quickly, Father Jiang greeted quickly, Eat while it's hot first!

Seeing the smiling family entering the house, the two elders of the Li family also laughed happily.

Boss,

As soon as Jiang Ma picked up her rice bowl, she couldn't help but ask: How big of a house will be allocated?

It's a big deal, Jiang Hai thought about it and said, I think it will cost more than 60 square meters anyway. I will pick up the key tomorrow.

How much does the Industrial and Commercial Bureau get? Jiang Shan couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Hai shook his head: I don't know who got the credit. When I was about to get off work, the Propaganda Department suddenly called and informed me that it was my turn to choose a house.

Father Jiang said with certainty: Then it has nothing to do with the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.

But after the phone call was hung up, Jiang Hai was also wondering about this: Deputy Director Dai from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau called me and asked me if I was satisfied with the house.

Jiang Shan was quite surprised: So, it's probably the industrial and commercial side that takes the credit?

Jiang Hai nodded.

At this moment, Jiang He was the happiest: It doesn't matter whose credit it is, just move and leave as soon as possible.

After he and his third son moved into the big room, they could buy a writing desk that was heavy on both ends.

I will come back to live in the house often, Jiang Haike couldn't bear to leave.

The younger sister Jiang Chuan was also thinking with a smile. When he heard what his elder brother said, he quickly pointed to the small bed next to the dining table and said, Brother, you will sleep here from now on.

Jiang's mother wiped the tears from her eyes. Ever since she found out about Jiang Hai's divorce, she had never seen him smile so happily... I think she had seen him before.

At this time, Jiang's mother said silently in her heart that sometimes it is not a bad thing for children to be heartless.

It seems that she will have to be more open-minded in the future, just like San'er said.

Anyway, none of the family members she cares about left, so why force her to stay if she can't keep them.

Come on, Jiang's mother hurriedly greeted the two children: Grandma just learned a new dish today!

Mom, Jiang Shan spoke on behalf of his family, just keep your old style, that's fine!

Yep!

“I can still eat some of the old ones!”

... Jiang Ma: No leftovers are allowed today, otherwise we will continue to innovate tomorrow!

On the afternoon of the second day, Jiang Shan stood on Anfu Street and looked at the Oriental Metropolis Newspaper office in front of him.

The reason why Anfu Street Primary School was abandoned was that the teaching building with only four classrooms on each floor was too small.

The second reason is that this primary school does not have a decent playground.

However, there is a twenty-meter-long courtyard wall facing the street.

This is also the most satisfying place for Jiangshan.

Second brother, Jiang Shan smiled and said to Jiang He beside him, Have you spent all the money?

Jiang He didn't want to answer him directly: Hurry up, why did you call me here?

Have you seen this wall? Jiang Shan raised his hand and pointed: Do you still remember your old profession?

Ha, Jiang He curled his lips and smiled: The craftsmanship is still there!

Jiang Shan waved his hand: This month, it belongs to both of us!

This morning, after receiving the commission from Meiying Studio, Jiang Shan decided to make a big fuss on a wall.

At the same time, Jiang Hai, who was standing in the newspaper conference room, looked around and said, This is the only good thing about our newspaper office. There are many rooms, and there are many tables and chairs.

The members of the newspaper staff who were sitting in a circle around the large conference table made up of small desks all laughed.

The next second, editor-in-chief Jiang Hai turned around and wrote four big words on the blackboard: Zhihu, era!

Everyone understands the principle of recruiting customers for news and retaining customers for supplements,

After speaking, Jiang Hai knocked on the blackboard and continued:

Zhihu and Times, these two supplements of Oriental Metropolis Daily, will be our main battlefield in the future...

News is for offense, supplements are for defense.

Jiang Shan carefully analyzed the newspapers with the most popular images and found that they all have the same selling point - supplements!

The Flower Field and Evening Party of Yangcheng Evening News, the Stars of Yangtze Evening News, and the Luminous Cup of Xinmin Evening News... are all resorts where famous artists compete to appear.

Of course Jiangshan doesn’t want to miss it!

While Oriental Metropolis Daily was still busy launching its first issue, the major newspapers in Pujiang City were publishing at least one advertisement every day, signaling to newspapers across the country that the Magic City was reopening.

Shancheng Daily followed up, Guangzhou Daily followed up, Nanjing Daily also followed up...

However, the results after publishing advertisements vary. Some businesses soar into the sky, while others barely see a few splashes.

For example: Red Star Daily Chemical Factory.

At this time, Yuan Jiefang, who reported to the factory director's office every day, came again.

The first thing I said when I walked in was: This advertisement has been in the newspaper for a few days, why is there still no action?

Director Hong became angry when he saw him: You have the nerve to ask me? I advertised in several newspapers in Pujiang next to each other, but what happened? It's no use, Lao Yuan.

Yuan Jiefang is used to being choked: I'll go find Editor-in-Chief Jiang of Pujiang Daily. He will definitely have a solution.

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the factory director's office.

Director Hong looked at the other party's round body and shook his head: Why did you go there earlier!

Half an hour later, Yuan Jiefang, riding a 28-inch big pole, actually arrived at the Advertising Business Subscription Section of Pujiang Daily.

Comrade, Yuan Jiefang asked with a smile on his face, Is your editor-in-chief here?

Coincidentally, at this moment, Wei Yuanxing came over to inspect the work.

That's me, Wei Yuanxing looked at the other party and asked with a smile, Which unit are you a comrade in? How many days are you going to advertise?

Yuan Jiefang, who still had his old habits, glared at the other party unceremoniously: Where did you come from, the editor-in-chief? I want to see editor-in-chief Jiang.

People in the room, whether sitting or standing, all looked at the same focus.

Wei Yuanxing's face immediately darkened.

The chief of the business department quickly said to Yuan Jiefang: There is only Chief Editor Wei here, and Chief Editor Jiang has been lost!

What? Yuan Jiefang said in disbelief: So a capable comrade can be transferred away? Where was he transferred?

The business section chief asked impatiently: Do you want to come to us to advertise? If so, please pay and register quickly.

Yuan Jiefang was also impatient: I only believe in Editor-in-Chief Jiang. I can't believe the ability of your newspaper if he is not around.

In the past ten days, Red Star Daily Chemical Factory has published advertisements in several newspapers.

But compared with the same type of high-end shampoo, major merchants would rather wait in line at Pujiang Daily Chemical Factory for Spring Thunder than choose Red Star which is a dollar cheaper.

Finally, after persistent efforts, Yuan Jiefang obtained the address of Oriental Metropolis Daily.