Chapter 108: Fifty thousand drawings realized
At this time, Jiang Shan looked at the boxes of drawings placed in the studio. Each box had a catalog label affixed to it.
"The Reincarnation of the Lingzhuzi", "Searching for the Yaksha and the Three Dragon Sons"...
The painters painted a thick pile of just one lotus that wraps the human body.
These drawings, which embody the artist's ingenuity, can only be gathered into "Nezha Hao Hai" which is well-received but does not make any money.
A similar phenomenon will directly lead to the brain drain of the American Film Studio in the 1990s, and they will step down from the pedestal.
After all, this is a world where even Bodhisattvas are soliciting incense.
"Director Wang," Jiang Shan gently picked up a drawing: "How many drawings do you have here?"
Wang Chang walked over with a smile: "This is just part of it. We designed a total of more than 50,000 drawings for this movie. Generally, we will take out which part of the plot is filmed."
Jiang Shan continued: "After the movie is shot, what will happen to these drawings?"
At this moment, Jiang Shan really felt like a reporter.
Director Wang has already walked to his side: "After the filming is over, there will be a special archives room in the factory for unified collection and safekeeping."
"In other words," Jiang Shan said with a distressed expression, "the drawings that have been prepared for so many years have been sealed."
As soon as Jiang Shan said this, other staff in the studio stopped what they were doing.
What I have always thought was a matter of course, but now when I heard it from this young man’s mouth, why did I suddenly feel...
"Although it was not easy," Director Wang said with some reluctance, "but when we see the finished film, it will all be worth it."
At this moment, other staff members also showed the same pleased smile.
"The finished product can also take many forms," Jiang Shan directly stated his thoughts: "Before the film is completed, with so many drawings, a comic book can be produced."
Director Wang did not expect that the other party would say this: "Comic strips?"
"Yes, color comic strips,"
Jiang Shan's two hands held a stack of drawings in the cardboard box:
"This box is called "Nezha is Born", that box is called "Grudges in the East China Sea", and then "Battle at Shiji", "Wisdom to Retreat from the Dragon King"..."
Following a few words from Jiang Shan.
At this moment, Director Wang looked at the stacks of drawings in his hand, as if they had really turned into wonderful comic books.
Not only him, but others also became more and more enlightened.
"Comrade, can these really be published?"
"I think this young man is right. The comic strips on the market today are not as beautiful as our drawings."
"It's not a level at all."
"If these drawings can be published as a book, I will definitely buy a set."
Seeing that the atmosphere was almost complete, Jiang Shan promptly added the most critical knowledge points:
"I am drawing comic books for an art publishing house. As popular as the comic book market is today, there is a shortage of books for the publishing house."
"Oh?" Director Wang didn't expect that the young reporter in front of him was actually traveling with him: "Are you still drawing manuscripts for the publishing house?"
Jiang Shan nodded: "Yes, my art editor often complains that the source of books cannot keep up with the people's purchasing power."
Director Wang also knows a thing or two about how popular the book market is: "Comic books are suitable for all ages!"
"You have everything ready-made," Jiang Shan has always believed that although art is priceless, it does not mean that it cannot produce value:
"Edit the text and it can be printed immediately."
"This little comrade," Director Wang thought about it in his mind and grasped a key point: "You just said that before the movie is completed... you should publish a book first?"
Jiang Shan was sure of this: "That's right."
Director Wang hesitated and said: "But...if everyone has already read the book, who will go to the movie then?"
"There will only be more people watching the movie," Jiang Shan told the truth: "And after the movie is released, the comic book "Nezha Hao Hai" will sell better."
It sounds good, but Director Wang is inexperienced: "Why is this?"
Jiang Shan began to give an example: "In Japan, there is a cartoon with very high ratings called "Astro Boy". Before this cartoon was broadcast, its comic strip had been published for a full ten years."
Director Wang's eyes lit up: "It has been published for ten years."
"I can testify to this," Gu Zhengzheng, who has been learning more about Japan's sexy practices recently, said: "Many cartoons in Japan started as comic strips before they were broadcast."
"Yes," Jiang Shan felt that the same could be done in China:
"For a comic book of the level of "Nezha Hao Hai", our factory can still print and reprint it, year after year, continuously..."
With Jiang Shan's in-depth introduction, Director Wang seemed to see before his eyes that the beautifully drawn "Nezha Hao Hai" had appeared on the shelves of the bookstore.
Jiang Shan stopped talking, but everyone already understood what he meant.
Later generations said that Meiying Factory was a company that was sitting on a gold mine begging for food.
However, in fact, within a few years, there will be a painter with "outstanding vision" who will publish under the name of Meiying Studio.
"How should I call this Comrade Jiang?" Director Wang remembered that Director Gu only called him Comrade Xiao Jiang.
Just as Jiang Shan was about to speak, Director Gu rushed to introduce him: "His name is Jiang Shan, and he is an outstanding... literary and artistic worker."
Then, he mysteriously said to Wang Chang: "A very outstanding comrade. I managed to second him to the TV station with great difficulty."
"Well," Wang Xiang has already felt that the direction of the market is changing:
"Comrade Xiao Jiang, your suggestion is very timely. Our factory has recently... haha, anyway, it is really timely."
The comrades in the studio all laughed. At this moment, the artists were somewhat reluctant to talk about economic benefits.
Jiang Shan was smiling on the sidelines, they had not yet seen the wonderful moves of the back wavers.
However, Meiying Studio couldn't wait any longer.
"If the American Film Studio decides to publish the comic book "Nezha Haohai"," Jiang Shan began to hit the point: "We at Oriental Metropolis Daily can promote it for you for free."
"Free publicity?" Director Wang hasn't thought that far yet.
"This year the country is preparing to hold a big event on Children's Day," Jiang Shan insisted: "As a publicity department, our newspaper has the responsibility to recommend to children... We can still do this..."
After Director Wang nodded frequently, Jiang Shan's eyes became clearer and clearer.
Since the first advertisement can make "Pujiang Daily" successful, he will organize another "first".
What Jiangshan is best at is this kind of "first" that fulfills you and me.
In the evening, Anhe Street, Pujiang City.
The howling cold wind quickened the pace of pedestrians on the road.
As I walked along, thinking about the journey, I didn't even notice that I had passed the house number No. 51.
Until, he smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes on the roadside.
"Bring me ten...five roasted sweet potatoes!"
In the middle of winter, Jiangshan loves this one the most.
When he walked into the small courtyard holding two paper bags of roasted sweet potatoes.
At a glance, he saw Li Ruocheng sitting in front of the window.
Jiang Shan walked over with a smile, and was about to hand the roasted sweet potatoes in, but found that there seemed to be another guest in the room.
"Comrade Li, why are you still as stubborn as before?"
The guests sitting behind Li Ruocheng didn't seem to notice the old man's increasingly cold face:
"I've already inquired about it, and from the books you're reading now, you won't be able to earn any royalties in a year."
Li Ruocheng had already seen Jiang Shan at this time, and the two of them just looked at each other silently, inside and outside.
The guest at the back was still asking earnestly: "Let's talk about your book "Gone with the Wind". The publishing house will not pay you the manuscript fee until all the translations are completed. Today's translation manuscript fee is only 1 to 5 yuan per thousand words. Even if you can get 5 yuan, so what?"
, you have to wait for a year, and you don’t even think about how old you are now..."
Hearing this, Jiang Shan probably already knew this person's purpose. He raised the roasted sweet potato in his hand towards Li Ruocheng.
Li Ruocheng nodded.
So Jiang Shan placed a bag of sweet potatoes on the windowsill, and the old man reached out and took it in.
"If you come and join our translation team, each person will translate one-tenth of the translation, and you will be able to divide the money within a week."
The old man took a bite of the roasted sweet potato and murmured: "Still do it like we did in the cadre school?"
"What's wrong with that?" the person inside glanced at Jiangshan, swallowed and then advised: "Whatever those readers know, they will read whatever you translate it into..."
Around 1980, various books flooded into China, attracting translators of all levels.
Next year, the National Publishing Bureau will increase the translation fee to 5 to 8 yuan, and then to 8 to 15 yuan.
After many people learned about this cake, they worked overtime to learn foreign languages for the first half of the year and dared to rush into the industry.
Turning his back on the endless persuasion, the old man took a hard bite of the sweet potato.
Jiang Shan quickly asked: "How does it taste?"
Li Ruocheng glanced at him: "Fragrant!"
Finally, the uninvited guest who had been left out for a long time was about to get up and leave: "Lao Li, I kindly reminded you, don't regret it when you see us all making money in the future."
After saying that, he walked out of the door without waiting for Li Ruocheng's reply, not forgetting to glare at Jiang Shan before leaving.
"Who is this person?" Jiang Shan looked at the old man and asked.
Li Ruocheng looked in the direction of the deceased: "Isn't he the group leader of the cadre school back then?"
"Oh," Jiang Shan was surprised: "How come he wasn't affected at all?"
"That's why you, Uncle Li, refused to return to your original work unit." Li Huaiying walked into the room and smiled bitterly: "The old saying is true, bad guys live happily for a thousand years, but good guys..."
Li Ruocheng turned around and glared at his wife: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't bring up the child."
Li Huaiying was smiling: "Don't worry, the kids are better than you!"
"Uncle Li, wait for me for a while."
After Jiang Shan finished speaking, he walked towards his home.
In fact, he had discovered a long time ago that Uncle Li, who had never had a formal employer, now did not even have a retirement salary.
As a result, Li Ruocheng never dared to stop translating in his hands.
But even so, when facing the job he loves, the old man is reluctant to be careless at all!
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