Chapter 439 There is something more powerful than this
Seeing Tao Huimin on the stage singing more and more smoothly, Zhu Fengbo couldn't help but hum along with Li Guyi sitting next to him.
"A frame of morning and dusk, a frame of love and pain, in those green years, in those exquisite youthful years,"
After humming a few words under his breath, Li Guyi approached Zhu Fengbo and said, "This song is really nice, and the lyrics are pretty good."
"It sounds good," Zhu Fengbo whispered, "I didn't understand the meaning of the lyrics originally.
Later, I heard Xiao Jiang say that this was a song he wrote specifically for Pujiang Meiying Studio, and it immediately reminded me of many cartoons I had watched."
"This Xiao Jiang, I really want to have a good talk with him,"
Li Guyi pursed his lips and hummed: "You don't know how to sing such a beautiful song to me."
"Just be content," Zhu Fengbo said with a smile:
"I heard that Jiangshan put a lot of effort into getting your "Nostalgia" to perform at the Spring Festival Gala!"
"He doesn't know how to be afraid,"
When mentioning this matter, Li Guyi was as happy as if he was celebrating the New Year:
"I guess it means that the leaders of Pujiang TV are spoiling him, but it would still be no good if it were CCTV."
"You also said he doesn't know how to be afraid,"
Zhu Fengbo almost covered his mouth and laughed: "The one who really wants to take the stage is you?"
"I'm not afraid." Li Guyi is really not afraid:
"As long as Xiao Jiang is willing to give me this stage, it's not too late for me to thank him!"
"So, you came here specially to help him this time?"
"It's a coincidence," Li Guyi said:
"Recently, Pujiang Records happened to be looking for me to record songs, so I just put the two things together."
"Hey, are they asking you to pay for recording songs?"
"Of course you have to pay. The last time you recorded tapes at Pacific Company, you were working in vain?"
"My song will cost 10 yuan, what about you?"
"Same," Li Guyi said, "I guess they have already discussed it in private..."
There are three or four chairs away, and when He Qing sits in the flower season at the age of 16, there is a pot of tender flowers.
At this moment, she was looking at Tao Huimin at the piano, while listening to the conversation not far away with her ears raised.
I really felt that this trip to Pujiang really allowed me to see the world in a big way.
The environment and comrades I come into contact with here are simply not comparable to those in the theater troupe.
Why are you sitting cautiously on the chair with your legs together? I can't figure it out even if I think hard.
How come the troupe, which normally has to be ranked based on seniority to perform on stage, agreed to send her here?
Just when I was thinking hard, suddenly,
"Xiao He,"
Gu Jianfen waved to her: "It's your turn."
"Hey, here I come!"
Miss Xiao He's mouth was filled with a hint of drama, just like Tao Huimin's.
"Who hired these two girls?" Li Guyi raised his eyes and looked at them carefully.
"Who knows?" Zhu Fengbo was also looking at it.
"It's really not an ordinary beauty!"
…
The song Jiangshan chose for Meiying Studio this time was "Meimei", a later song to commemorate the centenary of Chinese animation.
The cartoon excerpts that appeared on the screen at the same time as this song also reminded the audience in front of the TV of the long-lost Pujiang Meiying Studio.
In Jiangshan's view, rather than living in the memory of the masses, it is better to do what should be done as early as possible.
At this moment, Comrade Xiao Jiang, who was still in the editing room of Meiying Factory, was busy working with several backbones of Meiying Factory.
"I need to cut it shorter." Jiang Shan said while looking at the screen.
"Still shorter?"
Director Wang Yang pushed up his glasses: "If it is shorter, even half a song won't be enough."
"The excerpts in my plan," Jiang Shan pointed at the monitor and said:
"It's the climax of every cartoon, and the soundtrack is the same. Only the most classic lines are left."
Duan Xiaoxuan, who was in charge of editing, hesitated and said: "Wouldn't it be over soon?"
"Would it leave a fleeting impression on the audience," said deputy director Yan Dingxian, "before I even sang along with a few words, the screen faded away."
"But the next second the classic comes again, and it's not too short if you add these together,"
Jiang Shan explained: "This form of singing is called skewering."
“skewers?”
"Just put all the good things in a string, and then put them together and play them lively,
This will remind the viewers in front of the TV of all the masterpieces of animation produced by our American Film Studio in a short period of time."
"Oh~ I understand," Wang Yang said, "It's just a series of songs."
"Is this okay? Won't it make me panic?" Duan Xiaoxuan was still undecided.
"First cut it according to Xiao Jiang's wishes." Yan Dingxian decided to give it a try first.
after an hour,
With the efforts of Jiang Shan and Duan Xiaoxuan, the edited version of "Cartoon Sing-Along" was finally completed.
"It's done, right?"
Yan Dingxian walked in from the door and caught something new: "Hurry up and play it again."
This time, the animation excerpts on the monitor, whether in terms of rhythm, dubbing, or even the lags on the screen, were extremely smooth.
"Hey~," Yan Dingxian was amused: "Don't say it, it's quite lively!"
Gradually, as the song played, several comrades passing by on the aisle came in at once.
Curiously, I gathered around the monitor to take a look, then shook my head and started humming.
Listening to the singing behind him getting louder and louder, Jiang Shan looked back,
Oh~
They are all old acquaintances.
Especially Jin Fuzai, the gold medal arranger of Meiying Studio, also sang his own songs with a smile on his face.
"Every teacher,"
Jiang Shan suddenly made a suggestion:
"In my opinion, there is no need to ask others to sing these songs. We can just sing them on stage ourselves."
"Our employees sing it ourselves,"
Wang Yang looked back at a room full of colleagues: "Is this possible?"
"I don't think there's anything wrong with it," was Yan Dingxian's favorite song just now:
"We have been doing animation for so many years, but we have never properly performed the soundtrack of our work."
"I also think Xiao Jiang's suggestion is very good." Duan Xiaoxuan said with a smile.
"Let's all sing together," Jin Fuzai said at this time: "The high and low notes complement each other, and the effect is really good."
"At that time, the TV station will find a group of children to sing with you,"
Jiang Shan looked at Jin Fuzai and said, "It's a big thank you that Teacher Jin will help me divide the voices when I arrive."
"No problem," Jin Fuzai said, "I've been very busy lately."
Who can entrust this task to "Nezha Nao Hai", "Afanti", "Snow Child", "Shuke Beita", "Landscape Love", "Baolian Lantern"... There are no other composers like this in the country.
Nothing to worry about.
However, there is a more important thing at this moment, and I have to entrust Jin Fuzai.
After finishing the editing work, Jiang Shan, accompanied by Deputy Director Yan, went straight to Jin Fuzai's workshop.
"Director Yan,"
The longer Jiang Shan stayed, the louder he became: "I heard that your factory's request to open an advertising department was rejected by the superiors?"
"Don't mention this matter," Yan Dingxian waved his hand: "I get a headache when I mention this matter. The special factory director has also been worried about this matter recently!"
Since cooperating with Jiangshan in the production of "Colored Soap", "White Rabbit Chinese New Year Homophonic Advertising", "MSG Animated Science Popularization", and "Colored Pencil Miniature Sculpting".
Pujiang Meiying Factory came up with the idea of opening an advertising department.
But after the application report was submitted, it was kept being held back.
Following the historical trajectory, Pujiang TV Station will open our country’s first animation advertising studio next year.
"Did the above mention the reason?" Jiang Shan asked curiously.
"Reason? That's a lot," Yan Dingxian laughed:
"Forget it, let's not mention this matter. Xiaojiang, you haven't received any advertising business recently?"
"The mission I just received,"
Seeing that Yan Dingxian didn't want to mention this matter, Jiang Shan didn't bother to ask:
"No, I'm going to ask Teacher Jin for this matter."
"What do your own people ask for?"
After getting along on and off for more than two years, Yan Dingxian really didn’t treat Jiangshan as an outsider:
"As before, if you need anything, come to us and don't be polite."
"Okay, I won't be polite to you..."
Jiangshan has thick skin, and its characteristic is that it is good at organizing and utilizing surrounding resources.
Let’s not worry about the benefits he got from these resources.
If the country is separated from them, it will really increase the difficulty level for itself.
…
These days, Comrade Xiao Jiang basically travels back and forth to the newspaper office, the American Film Studio, the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra, and the TV station.
I took the time to sleep a little longer today and was woken up by a phone call from Lu Xuzhang:
"Where is Xiaojiang?"
"Still at home and haven't gone out yet." Jiang Shan.
"I guess you're at home,"
After calling around and finding no one, Lu Xuzhang came to block him:
"Hurry up and get dressed and go out. I'll wait for you at the small restaurant in front of your house."
"Where are you?"
"That little restaurant on the corner."
When Jiang Shan heard this, he quickly started to grab his clothes and said, "Just sit there and I'll be there soon."
After hanging up the phone with a clang, Jiang Shan rinsed his mouth and splashed his face and finished everything within two minutes.
When he ran out in three steps and two steps, he didn't forget to light a refreshing cigarette.
"what happened?"
Jiang's mother stood at the window of the small kitchen and asked: "Is nothing wrong, Lao San?"
"fine,"
Jiangshan floated across the window in a swish: "My boss invited me to dinner..."
"This kid,"
Jiang Ma went out and picked up the mouthwash cup on the ground: "You always have to clean it up with someone behind you..."
…
I ran to the state-owned restaurant at the corner of Anhe Street and took a look.
Lu Xuzhang, Qian Zhiguang, and Zhuang Shiping were sitting on one side of each other at a square table.
After seeing Comrade Xiao Jiang, they waved to him at the same time:
"Come in and sit down."
"You haven't eaten yet?"
"Just right," Lu Xuzhang pointed to the dining table: "They've just been served."
Looking at the table of pasta and snacks, Jiang Shan didn't waste a minute and sat down to eat.
"I'm not praising you, chiefs. You really know how to choose a place. The food around here is authentic."
"It's been a long time since I tasted Pujiang's snacks," Lu Xuzhang said with a smile, "Dr. Zhuang, please invite me too!"
The four of us are not pretentious, so we just happened to go out for a walk while we had nothing to do today.
"Xiao Jiang, do you know?" At this moment, Qian Zhiguang spoke:
"The characters in your novel remind me of some of my old comrades in arms."
Mr. Qian really likes this novel.
""Latent"?" Jiangshan's porcelain spoon paused:
"I just adapted some historical materials with some drama. Could it be that there really is such a person?"
Qian Zhiguang and Lu Xuzhang said in unison: "Of course."
"The real history," Qian Zhiguang said with a smile, "is far more exciting than you imagine."
When Jiang Shan heard this: "Then tell me quickly."
"If this had happened decades earlier, we really wouldn't have been able to tell the outside world,"
Mr. Qian looked across the country and towards the bustling pedestrians outside the door:
"This comrade's name is Wu Shi. Like the character in your novel, he is a very calm and witty comrade.
When he graduated from Baoding Military Academy, his grades ranked first.
He also speaks English and Japanese very well.
Afterwards, Comrade Wu Shi went to the artillery school in Japan for further studies.
After finishing it, I won another first place.”
Jiang Shan shook his head when he heard this: "Some people get first place just as easily as we eat."
"No," Qian Zhiguang also smiled:
"After returning to China, he first served as chief of staff there, and then joined our army due to political differences."
"Since then," Lu Xuzhang said, "we have had another partner on the secret front."
Speaking of this, Qian Zhiguang and Lu Xuzhang, two comrades who were also on the secret front, laughed.
"But he's really good at being secretive,"
Qian Zhiguang continued: "He can get any kind of information. Didn't you write a plot about Tianjin's defense map in your novel?"
Jiang Shan was startled, then laughed: "This can't really happen, can it?"
"It is true that this is not the case," Qian Zhiguang changed the topic: "But there is something more powerful than this."
"Say it quickly."
Jiang Shan pushed all the dishes on the table towards Qian Zhiguang.
"Wu Shi, who had been promoted to lieutenant general at the time, risked his life to provide our party with a Yangtze River defense map."
Looking at Jiang Shan's half-open mouth, Lu Xuzhang emphasized:
"With this top-secret intelligence, our army can completely destroy Chiang Kai-shek's Yangtze River defense line within two days."
Hearing this, Zhuang Shiping also became curious: "Where is this comrade now?"
"Gone long ago," Qian Zhiguang tossed the match in his hand:
"In 1950, there was a big traitor over there, and a large number of comrades died that year."
Having said that, no one touched the snacks on the table.
"Come,"
Lu Xuzhang picked up a glass of water at this time: "Let's drink water instead of wine and toast them."
"Here's to them!"
"Respect them..."
After clinking glasses, the two old comrades smiled again.
Presumably for them, they have already learned to let go in time and move on.
"Lu Ju,"
Jiang Shan also started to eat again: "Didn't your meeting on civil air defense transformation end early? Why haven't you returned to Yanjing yet?"
"Hey,"
As soon as Jiang Shan said this, Lu Xuzhang and Zhuang Shiping put down their chopsticks at the same time.
Qian Zhiguang kept enjoying himself on the sidelines.
Lu Xuzhang, who wished he could be the king of the world, raised his chin: "How dare you ask me?"
"Aren't we waiting for your advertising plan?"
Zhuang Shiping is more kind:
"Xiao Jiang, I also know that this is not easy, but...how many more days do we need to wait?"
"Don't worry,"
Jiangshan feels that today’s vegetable and meat wontons are particularly fragrant:
"Actually, if you don't come to me today, I will come to you."
"What's going on?" Zhuang Shiping asked, "Have you already thought of an advertising plan to deal with the Bank of Tokyo?"
"You three, wait for me here for a while,"
After finishing the last wonton, Jiang Shan wiped his mouth and stood up.
"I'll go back and drive first, and I'll take you to a place later..."
When Jiang Shan walked away, he looked back and said, "After you go there, you will understand everything!"
