Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 111 Thanks to Mr. Jiang in China
"A thousand days?" Yuan Jiefang asked with his eyes wide open:

"Are you sure? Our factory advertised in "Jiefang Daily" a while ago, it's already 1200 a day."

Jiang Hai smiled after seeing Jiangshan.

Sure enough, it was as they expected.

"Don't worry about other newspapers," Jiang Hai reminded, "It's 4000 yuan for four days. Can you be the master?"

At this moment, Yuan Jiefang has already started to whitewash the advertisement on the wall:
"I'm just a grinder, so I have to get this done! You three, keep your mouths shut, and no one can tell this secret."

"Yes, let the readers guess for themselves!" Jiang Shan originally wanted to remind Yuan Jiefang, but he did not expect that the vigilance of the old comrades was not weak at all.

"Uncle, don't brush it yet," Jiang Shan confessed: "On the fourth day, I will put a line on the advertisement: Purchase with this advertisement, discount..."

Under the night, Jiangshan's three brothers were still discussing this matter.

Jiang Hai wanted to know now: "Third brother, what do you think will be the effect of this advertisement after it is published?"

He has not forgotten Jiang Shan's words: he will write the underwriting amount in the contract.

"Don't worry brother," Jiang Shan easily refused to make a promise: "Since I said it, I will definitely do it."

Today, the "Pujiang Daily", which bears the laurels of the first advertisement, is unrivaled in the limelight.

From Jiang Shan's point of view, the method of arm wrestling with it is actually very simple, as long as the coquettishness takes the lead again.

January 1979, 1, the day before New Year's Eve.

All units sent letters asking Jiang Shan to go and receive benefits.

After reading the letters in his hand, Jiang Shan walked out of the gate with a stack of sketches of "Chibi War" with a smile.

It's a pity that when I received the entrusted task of "On Heroes of Cooking Wine" at the publishing house last time.

Editor-in-chief Pan Ye had already told Jiang Shan that all the 48 villain missions in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" had been distributed.

This time, Jiang Shan still doesn't know which book commission he will receive.

Now, in addition to paying the "official", the more than 2000 yuan in Jiangshan's pocket, except for the two villain books, is the manuscript fee for "Latent".

Calculated based on 70 pages of a villain book, even if Jiang Shan draws slowly, he can still paint one book a month, which is 420 yuan.

The reform has been opened, and it is time for Jiangshan's money path to be released.

In the Pujiang Fine Arts Publishing House, I just pocketed the 420 yuan manuscript fee for "The Battle of the Red Cliff".

Editor-in-Chief Pan handed over a full English book, and Jiang Shan took it over to read: "Les Miserables?"

Editor-in-Chief Pan patted the book in Jiang Shan's hand: "We've been thinking about it for a long time, and only you, Comrade Jiang Shan, can do this task. The pictures are the main ones, and the translation should be concise and clear."

If, according to Jiang Shan's original intention, he didn't want to take on such a heavy task of comic strips, especially "Les Miserables".

"Do you know how many pages this book takes?" Jiang Shanzhi was not here, and pushed the book away.

Editor-in-Chief Pan worked secretly with both hands: "Draw the first volume first and try it out. It costs 20 yuan per page including the drawing and the translation."

"20 yuan? The same price as the cover?" Jiang Shan exclaimed, 800 pictures are more than 1 yuan.

However, the battle line was too long, Jiang Shan shook his head: "I still..."

Editor-in-Chief Pan resolutely refused to give Jiang Shan a chance to refuse: "Forget that I owe you a favor, our editorial department really can't find a second artist who can draw and translate."

Seeing Editor-in-Chief Pan's expectant eyes, Jiang Shan did not say the words of rejection after all.

It's really hard to find someone who even draws and translates.

In the previous life, this comic book was also completed by a couple.

"Success." Since he couldn't shirk, Jiang Shan immediately said righteously: "I'll take this job!"

Editor-in-Chief Pan let out a sigh of relief, and the task assigned by the higher-ups was finally fulfilled: "Xiao Jiang, I've committed to your friend."

Jiangshan puts the liver first, but: "Don't rush me."

"I will never rush you with this book," Pan Ye was afraid that Jiang Shan would regret it: "It has too many pages, and you can come over and settle the manuscript fee for every ten pages you draw..."

After listening carefully, Jiang Shan gradually felt that it was fortunate that he hadn't pushed the book just now.

"But there is one thing you must keep in mind," Editor-in-Chief Pan urged: "When painting well, the famous places in France must be restored as they are."

There is no need to remind me about this, Jiang Shan will follow suit: "Don't worry!"

Editor-in-Chief Pan nodded: "If you can't, go to the library to borrow a book, "American Geographic Magazine."

Jiang Shan smiled: "Good!"

The five hundred yuan weather forecast planning fee from Pujiang TV Station, and two boxes of Chinese New Year benefits from Pujiang Translation Factory.

Jiangshan was rejoicing all the way, fortunately, he rode his bicycle out today.

When he was driving home happily.

Yu Sigui, who is far away in Japan, is sitting in the small studio of Dongjing TV Station.

On the big screen at the front, one advertisement after another flashed by.

Until... a silent little boy appeared on the screen.

When every child in the teacher is drawing and writing color crayons.

A black crayon in the hands of a little boy is filling the drawing paper one by one.

The originally whispered voices in the studio gradually disappeared.

At this moment, whether it was the staff of the TV station or the advertising company colleagues who also came to participate in the election, they were all staring at the big screen.

While watching, they each speculated about the result.

They have seen a lot of this type of public service advertisements for a long time, and at the end of the broadcast, it is nothing more than a reverse ending.

But... how much reversal can this all blackened drawing paper bring.

Afterwards, everyone who took it for granted showed disdainful mouths.

Yu Sigui's hand unconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly.

When, the nurse lady in the ad finally found out that two of the little boy's dark paintings can be spliced ​​together.

Soon, all the members in the studio followed the perspective of doctors standing on the second floor of the hospital on the big screen.

All the drawing papers of the little boy in the advertisement were put together in the open space on the first floor of the hospital to form a big fat black whale.

There is no need for too many words of praise, everyone sitting here is an expert.

The warm applause from the audience is the best affirmation for Yu Sigui of "Continent Advertising".

After Yu Sigui took over the advertising contract from the head of the broadcasting section of the TV station, she immediately walked out of the studio with a smile on her legs.

"It's done!" Yu Sigui, who really couldn't wait to go home, found a phone in the TV station and notified his father: "Dad, we got a one-year advertising contract."

Yu Qinghan has been waiting for her daughter's call, and now she can finally feel relieved: "This is thanks to Mr. Jiang in China, you promised him...?"

"Don't worry, Dad," Yu Sigui said happily, "I've already made an appointment with Miss Zhenyou. Even if this ad fails to be selected, I will help Jiangshan to interview her."

"Very well, that's how it should be," Yu Qinghan nodded, "In a few days, I'm going back to China to do a few things, and I'll bring back the video and audio materials of the interview."

Yu Sigui suddenly had an idea: "Dad, this time I will go back with you."

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"Third Uncle, I want to eat peanuts."

Jiang Shan held Xiao Bai in his arms, and led Xiao Yu to stand in front of the glass counter in the canteen.

The salesperson quickly wrapped the peanuts in square newspapers and rolled them into triangle bags.

"Here are five packs of peanuts," Jiang Shan also loved this mouthful: "Give me five packs of melon seeds, too."

Jiang Xiaoyu didn't say anything, she was waiting for third uncle to speak.

Sure enough, the next second, Jiang Shan asked, "What does our little fish want to eat?"

Jiang Xiaoyu pursed her lips and smiled: "Third Uncle, I want chocolate, beef jerky, fruit peel..."

Jiang Shan felt relieved: "It's still our little fish that can eat."

Jiangshan, who carries two big bags to eat, likes to do the most, which is to take the children to go shopping on Anhe Street.

He glanced at the wall clock on the wall of the commissary: ​​"It should be almost time."

To be on the safe side, Jiang Shan took the two children to the street corner to buy some cream cakes.

Afterwards, I slowly walked back to the No. 51 courtyard.

Looking at Jiang Hai and Jiang He who were collecting water and rubbing their hands, Jiang Shan quickly raised the condolence offering in his hand: "Brothers have worked hard."

"When it's time to move the briquettes, you're gone," Jiang Hai kicked him across the air.

Jiang Shan took advantage of the situation and walked into the house, followed by the two children laughing and laughing, as if someone would catch them two little things to carry coal briquettes.

Jiang He has long been used to it: "This is how the third child fights."

"Tch," Jiang Hai shook his head with a smile, and he was used to it, including having to swear a few words every time to relieve his anger.

This year, the two sons of the Jiang family can finally go home for the New Year.

Jiang Ma, who is quite well off, plans to organize a happy year.

Sitting at the dining table under the lamp, Mama Jiang actually wrote down a page of the menu and read it to Papa Jiang one by one.

Jiang Xiangnan suppressed his temper and listened to it, then nodded.

Every year, no one dares to mess with Jiang Ma.

Jiang Ma, who is generally amiable, gets more and more tempered when she gets tired.

It's not enough to keep her busy.

If you are too busy, it won't work.

In the hut, Jiangshan and Jianghe are studying the drawing on the wall of the newspaper office together.

Jiang Shan picked out a few photos on the table: "The main thing is Nezha making trouble in the sea."

"Well," Jiang He nodded, and suddenly saw a familiar photo: "Isn't this a havoc in Heaven?"

"Yes," Jiang Shan also picked it out: "Draw a picture of Havoc in Heaven."

Then, "Ma Liang", "Mindless and Unhappy", "Little Tadpole Looking for Mom"...

"I'm afraid I can't draw this well," Jiang He saw the picture of the little tadpole looking for his mother.

This is an original drawing, and Jiang Shan decided to try it himself: "I may not be able to draw it well."

After all, it is a master-level painting, as long as it can have a general meaning.

"It's better for you to draw," Jiang He retreated knowing the difficulty: "Have you contacted the scaffolding?"

Jiang Shan nodded: "Pujiang Decoration has ready-made materials and workers. Manager Huang over there is very familiar with me. Their company is also very busy recently, and they are rushing to meet the construction deadline for more than 20 billboards in the city."

"Billboard?" Jiang He estimated, "Like the ones we drew?"

"It's the previous Yu--lu." What Jiang Shan was most worried about at this time was: "Second brother, how dare you go up so tall?"

"No problem, I've drawn up to two floors, and there's no scaffolding, just set up a springboard and go up."

"Well," Jiang Shan adored the second brother a little bit: "When the time comes, don't force it. If you can't, let the people from the advertising company do it."

According to their plan, the office building faces the side of the road, and a giant advertisement of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" will be displayed.

(End of this chapter)