Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

Jiang Shan was not surprised at all.

After ten years of standing still, I am not afraid of the huge gap, but I am afraid of being kept in the dark.

Around the 1980s, why did the state fully support the introduction of translated films? Isn’t it just to let the people see the vast world outside?

At that time, there were still a handful of people who were still thinking about liberating foreign countries every day. Fortunately, the senior officials were wise.

After the meeting, Hu Xiao and Jiang Shan stayed to chat with Director Gu alone.

During this period, Jiang Shan hesitated to speak several times, but Director Gu saw all of this: Comrade Xiao Jiang, do you have something to say? Just say it.

Huh, Jiang Shan thought carefully: There is something wrong, but...

Director Gu asked tentatively: What? You don't want to go to Dongjing with us?

That's not true. This trip to Dongjing was something that Jiangshan couldn't ask for.

Is it... a public service announcement?

Yes, but I need to think about it more carefully.

Jiang Shan took action when he felt it was time to take action. Since he had the ability, why not earn face for the country?

He knows how important advertising is to social development.

This is why many developed countries will use the amount of advertising business to measure the prosperity and decline of the national economy.

The wise mantra of President Roosevelt of the United States is: If you are not president, you should be an advertising man.

On the way back, Hu Xiao insisted that he ride the bike, huffing and puffing all the way.

Xiao Jiang, why do you wear this all day long?

I'm poor.

Don't come here, how much have you earned these days?

...I think this one looks pretty good.

After saying that, Jiang Shan lowered his head and looked at himself. His yellowed white shirt and navy blue trousers were refreshing.

Too plain.

I can be more simple, but I'm afraid the people won't agree.

Stop being picky. We will be leaving the country in two months. We should buy some clothes then and don't let others look down on us.

correct,

If Hu Xiao hadn't mentioned this, Jiang Shan would have forgotten: Why did you get me involved without my consent?

This is the organization's trust in you, Hu Xiao began to increase his posture on the bicycle: What? Not happy?

How is it possible? Jiang Shan was particularly happy: You are wiser than our People's Government.

It's nonsense, but this is a job you got based on your ability, you know? It's a 15 yuan subsidy for a day.

15 yuan a day? Jiang Shan's eyes lit up, but he didn't expect there would be a subsidy: How many days are we going to go in total?

Just a week anyway.

Director, why don't you let me ride instead? Everyone walking on the street is faster than us.

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After finishing today's translation work for Garrison's Suicide Squad, Jiang Shan walked into the courtyard with two pockets of apples at almost four o'clock.

The apples cost 40 cents a pound and are quite big.

Along the way, Jiangshan was humming the tune of Yuanyang Tea.

Uncle Li,

Jiang Shan knocked on the window of Li Ruocheng's house and handed in a bag of apples: I'll give it to you and Aunt Li to try.

Li Ruocheng looked at the red apple and was a little surprised: What is this for?

I bought it because it looked fresh.

Spending money in vain, Li Ruocheng took it and handed out another bag of small twists: This is for the children to eat, not for you.

Hey, I promise not to eat it!

Later, when Jiang Shan put the apples and the little twists together on the square table, Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai's eyes widened with laughter.

Jiang Shan rubbed Jiang Xiaobai's furry head: Hurry up.

Thank you, uncle.

Uncle San is the best.

This child, Ma Jiang, who was sitting by picking vegetables, scolded with a smile, if you have milk, you are a mother. How many days have your mother been back and you still don't miss her at all?

Jiang's mother worries about this every day.

You are worrying too much, Jiang Shan threw the biggest apple to Jiang's mother: My wife and children are not anxious, but you are anxious first.

We can't put this off forever.

Mom, please don't cause trouble. The house has been clean for a few days. Besides, my sister-in-law is studying at home, so she can't stop her progress.

After saying that, he bit an apple and entered the back room, lying on the desk and entering a fighting state.

You're back? The second child, Jiang He, held the apple thrown by his younger brother in his hands: What kind of job do you think they will assign to me?

Jiang Shan turned to look at him: Did you go to the Personnel Bureau today?

I'm going, Jiang He nodded: It's better to wait for now. I said the work will come later. I don't know if it's true or not.

Don't worry, trust the government.

Jiang Shan knew in his heart that educated youths were often anxious to enter the factory after returning to the city, but the first batches of jobs allocated were not as good as those in later units.

I see you've been painting a lot lately, Jiang He also leaned on the writing table: This is a little book, right?

That's right, it's a little book.

Today, Jiang Shan is already drawing the fifteenth picture. According to his rate of five pictures a day, the manuscript will be delivered in another four or five days.

You know, even experienced illustrators can only complete one or two drawings a day, and sometimes it takes three or four days to complete one drawing.

At the end of the 1970s, the art market had not yet formed. Except for a small amount of Chinese paintings and oil paintings acquired by art galleries and hotels, almost no one in the society cared about them.

In order to make a living, painters could only earn royalties by drawing comic strips. Cheng Shifa, Chen Yifei, Luo Zhongli and other famous painters in the future were busy drawing comic books at this time, just like Jiang Shan.

These great masters were really fast, but they were also very serious.

In order to create Longze, Meng Zhaosheng experienced life in Neimenggu for more than a month. When I was painting The Story of Zhu/De, I also went to Jinggangshan to experience life.

Jiang Shan himself did not expect that the little book he had copied for four or five years in his previous life would actually become a golden finger in the next life.

No need to compose the picture, just pick it up at your fingertips.

elder brother,

Jiang Shan couldn't help but said to his second brother, How much do you think I can get for drawing a page of a little book?

Jiang He looked at him. Sure enough, he could get money for this painting: It's worth... 5 cents anyway.

This number. Jiang Shan stretched out three fingers.

Sanmao?

Three fingers shook.

Three... dollars?

Yes.

Oh my God. Jiang He was surprised.

Later, he opened the drawer and took out two pieces of white paper. To be precise, they were not white papers, because they also had pictures on them.

Third brother, help me control my eyes.

Jiang Shan glanced slightly: Huh? Did you draw this?

Although he is not a professional, he still has some painting skills.

Don't tell me, there is really a way. Jiang Shan came closer and said, You must have been painting for a while.

I'm kidding, I was not idle back then. I rounded out all the big characters/newspapers in three or four villages around me,

This is the only thing Jiang He is proud of: Otherwise, with my body and bones, I wouldn't have enough food left to send to you.

Only then did Jiang Shan notice that the second brother had put the apple in front of him again.

I felt inexplicably moved. Who said God was only joking but not opening his eyes.

Although he had been taken away from him at his most glorious moment in his previous life, he had given him a whole family of relatives in this life.

Although I am a bit poor, I can make money by myself!

Second brother, Jiang Shan saw Jiang He's thoughts: Do you want to learn painting?

No, I want to make money, Jiang He said very firmly: But if I can make money by painting, I want to learn it.