Three hours later, Jiang Shan finally walked out of the art editorial department's warehouse with dusty hands.
When passing by the toilet, I quickly filled some water from the faucet and scratched my hair, which was almost turning white. I felt refreshed immediately.
"Editor Pan, team leader Qin," Jiang Shan said sheepishly after moving the last box of manuscripts into the editorial office: "Let's put these boxes of scrap manuscripts here for a while. I will push the cart to pick them up later."
"It's okay," Editor Pan smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry, no one will look at your pile of rags."
For the anxious art editorial department, a fast player like Jiang Shan has undoubtedly become a rare treasure in Pan Ye's eyes.
When Jiang Shan left, he glanced at the five boxes of "junk" again, and then strode toward Jiang's father's work with great strides.
When I left home last night, I had already agreed with Father Jiang that I would wait at the factory gate at noon today.
Pujiang Garment Factory No. 2 is easy to find. It’s right at the bottom of the No. 2 bus. As soon as Jiang Shan’s feet landed, he saw Jiang’s father, Jiang Xiangnan.
"The third child,"
Next to the gate of the Second Garment Factory, there is a clothing store, and Father Jiang is sitting alone on a bench smoking.
"Dad," Jiangshan said, except for the white spots on his teeth, there were almost no survivors in the rest of the place.
Father Jiang frowned, looked at his youngest son's cheerful look, and asked, "Where did you go? Did you fall into the chimney?"
Jiang Shan ran up to Father Jiang in three steps and two steps. Father Jiang took a step back with a look of disgust.
"Dad, I just went to the publishing house to collect the manuscript fee, 216 yuan."
Father Jiang's eyes lit up: "Three dozen white-bone demons?"
"Oh," Father Jiang happily patted Jiang Shan's body in ashes, as if his son had just returned triumphantly from the battlefield:
"I didn't expect that this little goblin is really valuable."
"No," Jiang Shan patted his trouser pocket: "The editor-in-chief of the publishing house just made an appointment with me for two more villain books."
Father Jiang became more and more delighted as he listened: "Which kind of monster is it this time?"
Jiang Xiangnan never imagined that one day he would be so indifferent to goblins.
Jiang Shan put his arm around his father's shoulders: ""The Seven Captures of Meng Huo" and "The Battle of Red Cliff."
Father Jiang raised his eyebrows: "Revised the Three Kingdoms? This is good. I will buy two copies when the book comes out."
From now on, he will have to buy back any books drawn by his son.
Father Jiang was in a great mood at this moment, but when he saw that his son was covered in dust, he couldn't help but wonder: "You said this literary and art publishing house is also a cultural unit, how come it looks like a cement factory?
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"I helped them clean up the warehouse today," Jiang Shan almost forgot about this: "Dad, after dinner, lend me your bicycle for a while. I found some good things in the warehouse."
"Just take it for a ride," Father Jiang said as he took out the car key: "Lao Jiang's family's financial gap has been filled by you. What's the point of just riding a car? Do you want me to help?"
"Yes," Jiang Shan put his arm around his father's shoulders and walked into the clothing sales department: "But now let's improve the appearance. Our factory director Hu told us to prepare two sets of clothes to wear when going abroad."
"You want to go abroad?" Dad Jiang immediately tilted his head back and looked at the third child.
"I didn't mention it when I got home?" Jiang Shan was also confused: "I went to Japan with the director of the TV station and worked as an interpreter for him for a few days."
"Oh my, I'm promising," Jiang Xiangnan, who had just stepped into the sales department, immediately straightened up:
"No wonder your mother always said that the smartest one is not the boss, but you. Women have poisonous eyes."
Jiang Shan smiled and said nothing. He had the impression that from the moment he was born, no matter what he did, Jiang's mother would always be on his side.
It's a pity that the previous owner was only 250 years old and failed such a good mother. Fortunately, he caught it.
"That little Zhao," Jiang Xiangnan greeted the salesperson at the counter: "Bring my little son a white shirt to try. It's really cool."
Father Jiang knew that Jiang Shan had always wanted a white shirt, so he lowered his voice and said to Jiang Shan: "Third brother, you pay for today's clothes first, and I'll ask your mother to give it to you later."
In his own land, Father Jiang would never let his children pay.
"Dad, I have money."
"What you have is yours, save it yourself."
"Dad, in addition to the two hundred yuan, the publishing house also gave me 70 yuan for living expenses."
When Father Jiang heard this, he immediately pointed to a sky blue Doliang shirt and said, "Xiao Zhao, give me that one too. Take it in my size."
Jiang Shan laughed, and then the father and son started having sex with Zhenliang.
Anyway, there is no need to pay for this fabric. Everyone in the family, old and young, can share in it except the eldest brother who has no shortage of clothes.
Jiang Shan bought two pieces for himself. It is true that although cool shirts do not require a cloth ticket, they are quite expensive, 5.8 yuan for men and 6 yuan for women.
There are ready-made ones in sizes as small as Jiang Xiaobai's, and they cost three yuan and sixty cents. Dad Jiang couldn't stop him.
"How much did it cost in total?" Father Jiang felt regretful at this moment: "Your mother will definitely scold me when I go home tonight."
"More than 40," Jiang Shan smiled and comforted his father: "It's okay. When I go to Japan in a while, I will bring you a windbreaker by Ken Takakura."
"Who is Ken Takakura?"
"You'll know next week," Jiang Shan said, carrying a stack of shirt boxes, "Dad, take me to your warehouse."
"Let's go, I almost forgot about the real thing."
In fact, Jiang Shan and Dad Jiang made an appointment to meet at the factory gate today, just to go to the warehouse of the fourth workshop to look at bell-bottom pants."
I remember that in 1978, a garment factory in Shanghai produced 30,000 pairs of bell-bottom pants. When they were preparing to go on the market, they were criticized by the factory secretary and sent to the warehouse.
It wasn’t until I was clearing out my inventory a few years later that I remembered that there was such a thing, but by then the golden period of bell-bottom pants had already been missed.
I had no choice but to dispose of them at a loss at a price of a few dollars each.
What Jiangshan didn't expect was that these 30,000 pairs of bell-bottom pants turned out to be products from his father's workshop.
In 1978, as the country's pillar industries, cotton spinning mills and garment factories... Due to the continuous expansion of employees and the continuous increase in production tasks, product backlogs occurred from time to time.
Although data shows that starting in 1980, textile companies began to implement the "no cloth stamps" promotional policy.
But in fact, the backlog of cotton products was already very serious as early as the late 1970s.
When Jiang Xiangnan led his son Jiangshan into the warehouse of the fourth workshop, although Jiangshan was prepared, he was still stunned by the glorious sight of 30,000 pairs of bell-bottom pants.
Walking through the rows one by one, Jiang Shan discovered that the bell-bottom pants in the warehouse were not the denim fabrics that were popular in the early 1980s.
It is ordinary chemical fiber cloth, with three colors: white, gray and navy blue, with white being the most common.
"A few years ago, several new designers came to the factory," Dad Jiang explained from the side: "The first design was this wasteful thing."
Now, whenever Father Jiang sees the mountain-like pile of pants in the warehouse, he becomes worried... He can still eat.
At this time, Jiang Shan's eyes became brighter and brighter as he looked, especially when he discovered the huge number of white bell-bottom pants.
"Not to mention, the vision of the designers in your factory is really in line with international standards."
It seems that I often come into contact with foreign fashion magazines.
