Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

Just as he was thinking about it, the door was pushed open.

Huang Hua, who was tiptoeing, turned the door handle and came in to take a look: Huh? Why are you awake?

Jiang Shan put out the cigarette in his hand and said, I didn't fall asleep at all.

That's right, Huang Hua thought. He had clearly heard Jiang Shan's snoring before.

The next second, Huang Hua suddenly realized something. Wasn't Xiao Jiang smoking a cigarette?

He quickly advised: Comrade Xiao Jiang, please don't take it at heart what I just said.

Jiang Shan nodded: I'm relieved.

Tsk, Huang Hua felt that the person who tied the bell must be the one who untied it: Do you know how much salary the college students assigned to Yanjing TV Station can get this year?

How could Jiangshan know: How much?

Huang Hua said: 38 yuan a month, 32 pounds of food stamps.

Don't fool me, Jiang Shan didn't believe it.

The number of workers in their newspaper printing factory is about the same, including the master plate makers, and the number is even higher.

Why am I fooling you?

Huang Hua took out a small blue notebook from his bag and said slowly:

The radio station next door is different. You can get 45 yuan in the first year, and even more in the second year.

Oh, Jiang Shan nodded: It's a little higher than the TV station.

Higher? Huang Hua smiled: You haven't seen the radio station's bonus yet!

In 1978, the average annual income per person in state-owned units in Yanjing City was 700 yuan. The comrades of Yanjing TV Station were obviously represented.

Today's Yanjing TV station is still very young.

It is incomparable to Big Brother, the radio station. The two brother units share a boiling room.

Every time I hear the comrades from the radio station talking about bonuses in the tea room, the comrades from the TV station don't even want to drink hot water.

And those comrades who originally worked in radio stations and were later transferred to TV stations by the organization are even more miserable!

So, Huang Hua continued to maintain his stability: The treatment at your translation factory is still very good.

Jiang Shan didn't say anything. He saw Huang Hua holding a notebook and writing non-stop. He asked curiously: Brother Hua, it's so late, what are you writing?

Huang Hua said calmly: Write a diary.

Jiang Shan: Diary?

Yes, I can't sleep if I don't write for a day, Huang Hua suddenly looked up at Jiangshan and said with a smile, Comrade Xiao Jiang, your hand tonight helped me solve a problem.

Jiang Shan was about to go to sleep absent-mindedly: What's the problem? It's another advertisement.

How did you guess that? Huang Hua closed the notebook and said:

A while ago, a state-owned wooden screen factory in Pujiang City asked our company to help create an external publicity advertisement, but we couldn't think of any good ideas.

Jiang Shan yawned: Now you think of it?

Of course, Huang Hua smiled:

Thanks to you, after seeing your sand painting today, I planned to sprinkle a thick layer of sawdust on a wooden screen, and then when I took the photo, I blew it with a strong wind to reveal the beautifully carved screen below. …”

Jiangshan was really sleepy and kept struggling.

Hearing this, he opened his eyes: Don't tell me, I can already imagine that scene.

Huang Hua seemed to be encouraged and said excitedly: When the screen buried in a piece of sawdust reveals its original shape, oh my, the more I think about it, the more beautiful it becomes.

Jiang Shan smiled and closed his eyes. Huang Hua was a talented person and could draw inferences about other cases immediately.

…

Sailboats come from the east, porcelain goes from the west...

Jiang Shan, who was sleeping in a daze, grabbed the quilt and covered his head.

Why do I feel like I was woken up as soon as I closed my eyes?

On the other bed, Huang Hua showed no intention of getting up.

dong dong dong

The door to 305's room was kept locked by Director Gu: Have the comrades inside heard this? Let's all gather downstairs.

About 10 minutes later, Gu Zhengzheng and Zhang Lu, who were standing on the street, finally saw two comrades wearing liberation hats walking over.

Director Gu, Jiang Shan glanced at Gu Zhengzheng and said energetically, You are in a good mood today.

That's right, Gu Zhengzheng led them into the state-owned snack bar together: I haven't been so motivated for a long time. After breakfast, let's practice a few more times.

Jiang Shan and Huang Hua smiled and nodded together.

The next second, the smell of rancid rags drifted over.

Jiang Shan quickly stood up and took the two bowls of... bean juice from Zhang Lu.

After thinking about it for a while, he put it all in front of Huang Hua.

Huang Hua suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe.

Looking at the green bean juice swirling in front of him, Gu Zhengzheng also frowned: Why are you ordering this?

Zhang Lu was a little embarrassed and said, I want everyone to try Yanjing's special snacks.

Comrade Zhang Lu is interested, look at the faces of those present.

Apparently, they all had this famous snack.

Huang Hua smiled and pushed Jiangshan's bowl back silently: Try it, don't let down Comrade Zhang's good intentions.

Jiang Shan smiled so hard that he didn't dare to show his teeth.

I remember, a comrade once said: Who said Yanjing people like to eat this stuff? Those are very few.

Most of the real supporters of Yanjing Bean Juice come from curious outsiders who come to Beijing.

For example, Zhang Lu.

This year, once it’s on the table, it can’t be wasted.

Jiang Shan took a bite of the burnt ring and then picked up the bean juice. Hey, I can't even smell it.

Close your eyes and take a small sip, savoring its first, middle and last notes.

I didn't dare to open my mouth for fear of spitting it out.

During the breakfast, everyone ate with ferocious expressions. Gu Zhengzheng glanced at Zhang Lu several times, and Zhang Lu was so frightened that he drank soybean juice.

In the end, only his bowl was empty.

Obviously, this breakfast was not a satisfactory one, but fortunately the rehearsal afterwards went very smoothly.

After going through it a few more times, Jiang Shan couldn't help but praise: Director Gu, I feel like you can narrate without script.

Gu Zhengzheng nodded: We should be inseparable.

Looking at Jiangshan again, Gu Zhengzheng comforted him:

Don't be nervous when you go to the TV station later. You have fired the first shot of Famous Paintings before, and now you are going to fire the second shot of Silk Advertisement. From now on, there may be 3456 waiting for us.

Jiang Shan nodded heavily: Don't worry Gutai, as long as you give the order, I will rush out with a machine gun.

Chief Gu Tai waved his hand, and this time he was ready to fight: Let's go.

Except for him, the three people behind him each held a sand painting table in their hands.

When we arrived at the door of the guest house, the Shanghai brand car arranged by Yanjing TV Station was already waiting at the roadside.

Just as Jiang Shan and his group were on their way to Yanjing TV Station.

On the other side, Zhou Yeming was also busy directing in a recording room.

Last night, listening to Director Gu's long introduction, Zhou Yeming still remained confused.

But from Director Gu's excited voice, he seemed to have had a premonition that something unusual was happening.