Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 67 Something Unusual Is Happening
Just thinking about it, the door was pushed open.

On tiptoe, Huang Hua twisted the doorknob and came in to take a look: "Huh? Why are you awake?"

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

What he said, Huang Hua thought to himself, he had clearly heard Jiang Shan's snoring before.

In the next second, Huang Hua suddenly realized something, Xiao Jiang couldn't be smoking a cigarette, could he?
Quickly persuaded: "Comrade Xiao Jiang, don't worry about what I just said."

Jiang Shan nodded: "I'm relieved."

"Tsk," Huang Hua felt that someone had to tie the bell to untie the bell: "I know how much salary will the college students assigned to Yanjing TV this year get?"

Who in the world knows: "How much?"

Huang Hua said: "38 yuan per month, 32 catties of food stamps."

"Don't fool me," Jiang Shan said in disbelief.

The number of workers in their newspaper printing factory is about the same, including those master craftsmen who make plates, who are 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 bonuses of radio stations yet!"

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

Today's Yanjing TV station is still very young.

There is no comparison with the big brother of the radio station. The two brothers share a boiling water room.

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

And those comrades who used to work in the radio station and were forced to transfer to the TV station by the organization are even more miserable!
"That's why," Huang Hua continued to stabilize the country: "The treatment of your translation factory is still very good."

Jiang Shan didn't say anything, he saw Huang Hua holding his notebook and writing non-stop, and wondered: "Brother Hua, it's so late, what are you writing?"

Huang Hua said unhurriedly: "Write a diary."

Jiang Shan: "Diary?"

"Yes, if you don't write for a day, you won't be able to sleep," Huang Hua suddenly looked up at Jiang Shan and said with a smile, "Comrade Xiao Jiang, what you did tonight helped me solve a difficult problem."

Jiang Shan was absent-mindedly about to go to bed: "What problem? It's an advertisement again."

"How did you guess that?" Huang Hua closed his notebook and said:
"A while ago, a state-owned wooden screen factory in Pujiang City asked our company to help make an external publicity advertisement, but I couldn't think of a good way."

Jiang Shan yawned: "Have you thought about it now?"

"Of course," Huang Hua smiled:
"Thanks to you, after seeing your sand painting today, I'm going to sprinkle a thick layer of sawdust on a wood carving screen, and then when I'm shooting, I'll blow it with a strong wind, revealing the beautifully carved screen underneath ..."

Jiang Shan was really sleepy, struggling hard all the time.

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

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

Jiang Shan smiled and closed his eyes. This Huang Hua is a talent, and he can draw inferences immediately.

……

"Sailboats come east, porcelain goes west..."

Jiang Shan, who was sleepy and staring, grabbed the quilt and covered his head.

Why did it feel like I was woken up just as soon as I closed my eyes.

On the other bed, Huang Hua didn't intend to get up either.

Dong dong dong

The door of Room 305 was kept locked by Director Gu: "Did the comrades inside hear that? They all gathered downstairs."

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

"Director Gu," Jiang Shan glanced at Gu Zhengzheng, full of energy: "You are in a good mood today."

"That's it," Gu Zhengzheng led them into the state-owned snack bar together: "It's been a long time since I've been so energetic. After breakfast, let's practice a few more times."

Jiang Shan and Huang Hua smiled and nodded together.

In the next second, a smell of rancid rags wafted over.

Jiang Shan quickly stood up and took the two bowls of... soybean juice from Zhang Lu's hand.

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

Huang Hua suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe.

Looking at the bean juice with green light in front of him, Gu Zhengzheng also frowned: "Why order this?"

Zhang Lu was a little embarrassed, and said, "I want everyone to have a taste of Yanjing's special snacks."

Comrade Zhang Lu has a heart, let's look at the faces of everyone present.

Obviously, they all had this "famous" snack.

Huang Hua smiled and pushed Jiangshan's bowl back silently: "Taste it, don't disappoint Comrade Xiao Zhang's kindness."

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

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

Most of the real supporters of Yanjing Douzhi come from curious foreigners who came to Beijing.

For example, Zhang Lu.

This year, since it is on the table, it cannot be wasted.

Jiang Shan took a bite of the coke ring, then picked up the bean juice, hey, I'm going, I can't even smell it.

Close your eyes and take a sip, savoring its front, middle and back notes carefully.

I dare not open my mouth, for fear of being spit out.

For a breakfast, everyone ate with ferocious faces, Gu Zhengzheng glanced at Zhang Lu several times, and Zhang Lu was so frightened that he poured soybean juice.

In the end, only his bowl was empty.

Obviously, this breakfast was not going well, but fortunately, the rehearsal afterwards went very well.

After going through it a few more times, Jiang Shan couldn't help boasting: "Director Gu, I feel like you can write a narration without script.

Gu Zhengzheng nodded: "It should be close to ten."

Looking at Jiangshan again, Gu Zhengzheng comforted him instead:

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

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

Master Gu waved his hand, and this time he was willing to go all out: "Let's go."

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

When they arrived at the entrance of the guest house, the Shanghai brand car arranged by Yanjing TV was already waiting on the side of the road.

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

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

Last night, Zhou Yeming remained dazed while listening to Director Gu's long introduction.

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

(End of this chapter)