Chapter 143 Sharing the same joy
That's a mystery. How can the higher-ups know him?
It is only after something happens that what is supposed to come will be late.
An inexplicable letter of complaint can ruin a person's life.
Fortunately, his outstanding achievements in the field of translation and filmmaking can live on the big screen forever.
At that time, his friend Chen Danqing insisted on leaving only the words "Qiu Yuefeng" on the tombstone.
No introduction is needed, his name is enough to represent a lifetime of achievements.
"You don't know the person above?"
"Me?" Hu Xiao chuckled: "If I want to know you, can I still become a ghost, a monster, and a snake god back then?"
"You also suffered a lot back then, right?"
Jiang Shan looked at the optimistic Factory Director Hu in front of him and couldn't help but think of the old naughty boy Huang Yongyu.
I don’t know if the manuscript of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has been sent out?
"Compared with Lao Qiu, I really don't have to endure hardships,"
Seeing that he had already walked out of the door of the translation factory, Hu Xiao still did not stop.
So Jiang Shan continued walking with him.
"I was lucky at that time," Hu Xiao continued: "It happened that we needed to translate internal reference films, so the old leader took the opportunity to transfer me back to form a team."
"So, you organized a team of ghosts and monsters."
"Hahaha," Hu Xiao kicked Jiang Shan: "Be careful if they hear you and beat you."
"Uncle Qiu's personality would be as cheerful as yours." Jiang Shan has always liked Factory Director Hu's personality.
When you need to be scolded, you should be scolded, and when you should be laughed at, you should be laughed at.
"Who doesn't want to be cheerful?" Hu Xiao, with his hands behind his back, shook his head: "Even if it hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't be able to understand it. Lao Qiu is in our unit. If he had been in another unit, he would have been bullied to death."
"Yes, everyone here was pretty much the same at that time," Jiang Shan followed the conversation and said, "I heard that Uncle Qiu committed suicide once before?"
"It was twice. Fortunately, her lover kept a close eye on her and came to pick up her little son every day." Hu Xiao suddenly stopped: "Why are you so concerned about Lao Qiu's affairs today?"
"Didn't we just meet at the door of the office?" Jiang Shan quickly explained: "At first glance, he looks old again."
"Yes," Hu Xiao nodded and pointed to a building on the roadside: "Let's go up to my house and identify the door."
"Now?"
"Actually, if you didn't come today, I would have to make a hard trip to your house." Hu Xiao pulled Jiang Shan away without any explanation.
Jiang Shan followed: "Why?"
"Isn't your second brother getting married?"
"Why didn't I know about this?"
"If Lu Xiao said it himself, it can still be false!" Hu Xiao glared at Jiang Shan.
Jiang Shan scratched his head: "But, what does this have to do with the two of us? Your room is really not small..."
Jiangshan has already stood at the door of Hu Xiao's house. He couldn't help but praise that the key terrain is also good.
"Xiao Jiang, you can sit wherever you like." Hu Xiao left him alone in the living room: "This house... I like it the most. The three rooms face south."
There was no one at home in broad daylight, so Jiang Shan stood at the door of the living room without moving.
After a while, Hu Xiao came out from the back room carrying a few things: "Hey, I didn't let you sit wherever you wanted!"
Jiang Shan was afraid of trouble: "No, I don't want to change my shoes."
"What kind of shoes should I change? My family is not that particular."
But it is not like this in the eyes of Jiangshan.
Just the furnishings in this living room look expensive: "It's okay, I can just stand up."
"Okay," Hu Xiao said no longer reluctantly. He would go back to his work in a while: "I have two bottles of Maotai and two pieces of Zhonghua, as well as a dozen industrial coupons. You can take them back for home use."
"Why did you give me these?" Jiang Shan was extremely moved at this moment.
"It's not for you," Hu Xiao emphasized again: "It's for your parents. Do you know how much industrial coupons it costs to get married? You don't know anything."
Jiang Shan smiled: "I've never been married."
"Don't worry," Hu Xiao walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "When you get married, I will take care of everything for you!"
"Okay," Jiang Shan didn't want to say anything else: "I want a lot!"
"Hurry up and leave," Hu Xiao smiled and drove people out: "Come back and sit down if you have nothing to do."
"Just don't bother me."
Jiang Shan's voice disappeared in the corridor.
That night, the family sat around the dinner table.
Jiangchuan is combing Xiaoyu's pigtails, and Jiangshan is also combing Xiaobai's pigtails.
He found that only in this way could he resist the urge to smoke.
"How about the National Day on October 1st?" Dad Jiang didn't have to hold back and thought about it while smoking.
Everyone looked towards the river together.
Jiang He smiled and nodded: "Okay, I think everything is okay."
"Is October available in time?" Jiang's mother began to think about it.
"How about half a year?" Jiang Shan interjected: "It will definitely be in time."
"What do you know, kid?" Jiang Ma asked him: "Is this thirty-eight-legged furniture easy to put together?"
"Is it difficult to buy?"
Father Jiang glanced at the third child: "I have to go to the furniture store with my marriage certificate and queue up. I don't know when I can get in line."
After saying that, everyone looked at Jianghe again.
When Jiang Shan saw his second brother's expression, he knew that he didn't understand it as well as he did.
"Second brother," Jiang Shan mentioned the key point: "It seems you have to get the certificate first."
The whole family nodded and then smiled.
"Mom," Jiang Chuan said cheerfully, as if he had just woken up from sleep, "my second brother is getting married."
Jiang Shan also smiled happily: "Dad, Mom, congratulations."
"Hehehe, we are all happy together!"
Jiang He lowered his head silently and smiled: "Then when will it end?"
"You have to collect the certificate in the past two days," Jiang Ma said decisively, "and then quickly find a way to buy furniture."
"But neither Xiaoxiao nor I want the furniture outside."
"Huh? Have you two discussed this?"
At this time, Jiang He walked into the back room and took out several magazines.
Looking at the furniture in Japanese magazines, the family members in the house understood instantly.
Father Jiang pointed at the magazine: "Do you like this?"
"Xiao Xiao likes it."
"Oh," Jiang's father and Jiang's mother looked at each other: "This is not easy to buy."
"Why don't we just ask the carpenter to come back and make a set?"
"It can only be the."
"How many legs are there?" Jiang Shan stretched his neck and counted. The chest of drawers and the desk were okay: "I'm tired of looking at that dressing table."
"It doesn't matter," Jiang He had already thought about it: "I can draw a simpler one."
"..." Jiang Shan felt that it was unnecessary to ask: "Second brother, since you have already thought about it, just do it according to your wishes!"
Father Jiang and Mother Jiang also nodded: "Yes, your own thoughts are the most important."
"Mom and Dad," Jiang Shan took out the money he had prepared: "Here are two thousand yuan."
Jiang Ma smacked her lips and said the same old saying: "Save your own money."
"Mom," Jiang Shan insisted, "this is the royalties for the novel "Latent"."
"Didn't you take it?"
"The translation company wants to buy the radio drama copyright of this novel," Jiang Shan made an excuse in advance.
Upon hearing this, the whole family laughed even more.
Jiang Shan quickly said: "While the second brother is getting married, let's paint all these rooms!"
"Okay," Jiang He had the same idea: "If you want to live together, let's live together in a new one."
"Well," Father Jiang looked at the money on the table and then at Mother Jiang: "It's time for our house to be repaired."
Jiang Ma pursed her lips and nodded.
"Okay," Jiang Chuan clapped his hands happily and almost jumped up.
At this moment, Jiang Xiaobai, who was sitting on the small bench, was also smiling, and the sky above his head showed how cute he was.
The five-day trade fair concluded successfully.
The happy ending allowed both Deputy Dai and Jiang Hai to have a peaceful sleep.
In the small courtyard at No. 51 Anhe Street, the Jiang family was busy moving everything into the two newly purchased rooms.
"How long will it take to come back after this move?" Li Huaiying held Jiang's mother's hand, feeling particularly reluctant to part with her.
Jiang's mother also said: "Our house is quick, we just need to repair it and whiten it."
Li Huaiying nodded: "It won't take long."
"Why are you so worried," Li Ruocheng advised from the side: "I have moved to live with my eldest son, and I am very happy."
That's it, because of the new house.
Father Jiang and Mother Jiang took the two little guys and temporarily moved to Jiang Hai's residence.
The remaining three brothers and sisters are currently living in two newly bought rooms in Jiangshan.
When night fell, I held my head in both hands, Jiang He, lying on the small bed and looking at the top.
Jiang Shan looked back at him, then turned around and continued painting: "Second brother, what are you thinking about? Smiling like that."
Jiang He smiled even wider: "I bought a lot of good things for Xiao Xiao. I was thinking about how happy she would be after seeing them."
Jiang Shan immediately turned around: "Isn't it those things you bought at the exhibition?"
"Those are the ones," the nearest Jiang He said, always with a smile on his face: "Not bad, right?"
"Haha," Jiang Shan didn't know what to say: "Anyway, whatever you buy, Miss Xiao will think it's good."
It was extremely warm in Pujiang City at the end of April.
After finally arriving at Pujiang Literature and Art Publishing House, I immediately felt a chill: "It's almost summer."
After pushing open the door of the art editorial department, Jiang Shan immediately greeted: "Hello, Editor Pan."
"Xiao Jiang," Editor Pan said with a surprised look on his face, and quickly invited him to come in and sit down, but Jiang Shan stood at the door and refused to move.
Editor Pan noticed something and walked out with him: "Comrade Xiao Jiang, are you encountering difficulties in creation?"
"..." Jiang Shan gritted his teeth and nodded: "It's still about the "Les Miserables" comic strip."
"Oh," it was similar to Editor Pan's estimate. Jiang Shan had reluctantly agreed: "It doesn't matter. If you really can't draw, don't embarrass yourself too much."
"Editor Pan," the reason why Jiang Shan really doesn't want to create this book is: "As far as I know, someone has already completed the drawings for this book."
In this day and age, it is not uncommon for a book to have several editions.
Each publishing house is contacting different painting authors.
However, Editor Pan asked strangely: "Les Misérables has already been published as a comic book? Why didn't I know at all?"
"This author's manuscript was rejected by the editor of the publishing house last year."
"Not good at painting?"
"It's pretty good," Jiang Shan emphasized, "but the painting style is a little different."
Without waiting for Editor Pan to think more, he quickly advised: "You can take a look first. They are all ready-made. You can publish them immediately after you get them."
After saying that, he handed the contact address that his elder brother had worked so hard to find out to Editor Pan.
"Xiao Jiang, Xiao Jiang," Editor Pan looked at the address in his hand and couldn't help but laugh: "I will remember it from now on. If I encounter a creative task that you don't want to accept, I will never force it again."
Indeed, as he thought, Jiang Shan had no interest in creating "Les Misérables" at all.
On the contrary, there is a painter who is worried that the work he has worked hard to create cannot be recognized by the editor.
According to Jiang Shan's understanding, the artist who painted "Les Misérables" was not favored either in the late 1970s or in the early 1990s when it was revised.
But he was the first comic book creator in my country to break the system of painting on top and writing on the bottom.
This historic creation received layers of restrictions at the time.
It was not until the later release that those critics saw the strong inclusiveness of society.
After stepping out of the publishing house, my whole body feels relaxed.
On the contrary, Yang Li, the director of the Light Industry Bureau, who had been happy for a few days, now had a sad expression on his face.
At this moment, he was holding the phone and wiping his sweat with a handkerchief.
A very serious voice kept coming from the receiver: "This situation is currently happening in Yanjing, Tianjing and other cities. Have you noticed it in Pujiang?"
Director Yang closed his eyes: "I've never heard of the situation you mentioned. It should... not happen."
"I suggest you go investigate quickly..."
"Yes, yes, yes," Director Yang continued to wipe his sweat: "I'll call and verify in a moment."
"If you find a problem," the voice on the other end of the phone became louder and louder: "Hurry up and find a solution for me!"
Then, just like he said.
Director Yang made phone calls to two daily chemical factories one after another.
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