"One thousand days?" Yuan Jiefang asked with wide eyes:
"Are you sure? The advertisement our factory placed in "Jie Fang Daily" a while ago is already 1,200 a day."
Jiang Hai smiled after looking at Jiang Shan.
Sure enough, it was just as they expected.
"Don't worry about other newspapers for now," Jiang Hai reminded: "Four days is four thousand yuan, what can you do?"
At this moment, Yuan Jiefang was already busy whitewashing the advertisements on the wall:
"No matter how hard I work, I have to get this done! You three have to keep your mouths shut. No one can tell this secret."
"Yes, let the readers guess for themselves!" Jiang Shan originally wanted to remind Yuan Jiefang, but he did not expect that the old comrade's vigilance was not weak at all.
"Uncle, don't swipe for now," Jiang Shan explained: "On the fourth day, I will put a line on the advertisement: Use this advertisement to buy, get discount..."
Under night, the three brothers from Jiangshan were still discussing this matter.
Jiang Hai wanted to know at this moment: "Lao San, what do you think the effect will be if this advertisement is published?"
He has not forgotten what Jiang Shan said: he will write the underwriting volume in the contract.
"Don't worry, brother," Jiang Shan couldn't guarantee easily: "Now that I've said it, I can definitely do it."
Nowadays, "Pujiang Daily", which holds the title of the first advertisement, is unrivaled in the limelight.
From Jiang Shan's point of view, the way to fight with it is actually very simple, as long as Feng Sao takes the lead again.
January 26, 1979, the day before New Year's Eve.
All units sent letters asking Jiangshan to come and collect benefits.
After reading a few letters in his hand, Jiang Shan smiled and walked out of the door with a stack of drawings for "The Battle of Red Cliff".
It's a pity that the last time I received the commissioned task of "Cooking Wine and Discussing Heroes" from the publishing house.
Editor-in-chief Pan Ye has already told Jiang Shan that all 48 mini-book tasks for "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" have been distributed.
This time, Jiang Shan still doesn’t know which book he will be commissioned for.
Nowadays, in addition to the more than 2,000 yuan paid to the "official", Jiang Shan has two little books in his pocket, which are the royalties for "Latent".
Based on the 70 pages of a little book, even if Jiang Shan draws slowly, he can still draw one book a month, which is 420 yuan.
The reform has been opened, and it's time for the country's money to be spread out.
In Pujiang Fine Arts Publishing House, I just put the 420 yuan royalties for "Red Cliff War" in my pocket.
Editor Pan handed over a book in English. Jiang Shan took it and read it: "Les Misérables?"
Editor Pan patted the book in Jiang Shan's hand: "We have been thinking about it for a long time. Only you, Comrade Jiang Shan, can handle this task. Just focus on pictures and the translation should be concise and clear."
If, according to Jiang Shan's original intention, he did not want to take on such a heavy comic book task, especially "Les Misérables".
"Do you know how many pages this book requires?" Jiang Shan was not interested in this and pushed the book outward.
Editor Pan secretly tried his best: "Let's draw the first volume and give it a try. It costs 20 yuan for a page with pictures and translations."
"20 yuan? The same price as the cover?" Jiang Shan exclaimed, 800 pictures cost more than 10,000 yuan.
However, the battle line was too long. Jiang Shan shook his head: "I still..."
Editor-in-Chief Pan was determined not to give Jiang Shan a chance to refuse: "I owe you a favor, our editorial department really can't find another artist who can draw pictures and translate them together."
Looking at Editor Pan's expectant eyes, Jiang Shan finally did not say his rejection.
It’s really hard to find people who can translate pictures together.
In the previous life, this comic strip was also co-produced by a couple.
"Sure," since he couldn't shirk it, Jiang Shan immediately said righteously, "I'll take this job!"
Editor Pan breathed a sigh of relief, and the tasks assigned above were finally fulfilled: "Xiao Jiang, I have decided to hand over your friend."
The liver comes first, but: "Please don't rush me."
"I will never rush you into this book," Pan Ye said, fearing that Jiang Shan would regret it: "It has too many pages. Every time you draw a dozen or so pictures, you can come over and settle the royalties..."
After listening carefully, Jiang Shan gradually felt that he was lucky not to recommend this book just now.
"But there is one thing you must remember," Editor Pan warned: "When drawing, the famous places in France must be faithfully restored."
No need to remind you about this, Jiangshan will also obey: "Don't worry!"
Editor Pan nodded: "If that doesn't work, go to the library and borrow a book, "American Geographic Magazine"."
Jiang Shan smiled: "Okay!"
A planning fee of 500 yuan for the weather forecast from Pujiang TV Station, and two boxes of New Year’s benefits from Pujiang Translation Factory.
Jiang Shan has been rejoicing all the way. Fortunately, he got to ride his bicycle today.
When he was riding home happily.
Yu Sigui, who is far away in Japan, is sitting in the small studio of Dongjing TV Station.
On the big screen at the front, one advertisement after another flashed by.
Until...a silent little boy appeared on the screen.
When every child in the teacher is drawing colorful crayons.
The black crayon in the hand of a little boy filled the drawing paper one after another.
The originally whispered exchanges in the studio gradually disappeared.
At this moment, both the TV station staff and the advertising company colleagues who also came to participate in the campaign were all staring at the big screen.
While watching, each of them was speculating on the outcome.
They had already seen a lot of this type of public service announcements, and the final broadcast was nothing more than a reversal of the ending.
But...how much reversal can this completely blackened drawing paper bring?
Afterwards, everyone who took it for granted showed disdain on their lips.
Yu Sigui's hand unconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly.
When the nurse in the advertisement finally discovered that two of the dark paintings of the little boy could be spliced together.
Soon, all the members in the studio followed the perspective of the doctors standing on the second floor of the hospital on the big screen.
All the drawings of the little boy in the advertisement were combined to form a fat black whale on the open space on the first floor of the hospital.
There is no need for too many words of praise, everyone sitting here is an expert.
The warm applause from the whole audience is the best affirmation for Yu Sigui of "Dadi Advertising".
After Yu Sigui took over the advertising contract from the broadcasting section chief of the TV station, she immediately smiled and walked out of the studio steadily.
"It's done!" Yu Sigui, who really couldn't wait to go home, found a phone at the TV station and informed his father: "Dad, we got the one-year advertising contract."
Yu Qinghan has been waiting for her daughter's call, and now she can finally feel relieved: "Thanks to Mr. Jiang in China, what did you promise him...?"
"Don't worry, dad," Yu Sigui said happily: "I have already made an appointment with Miss Zhenyoumei. Even if this advertisement is not selected, I will help Jiangshan interview her."
"Very good, that's how it should be," Yu Qinghan nodded: "I'm going back to China to do a few things in a few days, and I'll bring back the audio and video materials of the interview."
Yu Sigui suddenly had an idea: "Dad, I will go back with you this time."
…
"Uncle Third, I want to eat peanuts."
Jiangshan hugged Xiaobai and held Xiaoyu in front of the glass counter of the canteen.
The salesperson cut square pieces of newspaper into pieces, wrapped the peanuts in them quickly, and rolled them into triangular bags.
"Here are five packs of peanuts." Jiang Shan also liked this: "Here are five packs of melon seeds."
Jiang Xiaoyu said nothing, she was waiting for her third uncle to speak.
Sure enough, the next second, Jiang Shan said: "What does our little fish want to eat?"
Jiang Xiaoyu pursed his lips and smiled: "Uncle Third, I want chocolate, beef jerky, fruit peel..."
Jiang Shan felt reassured: "Our little fish still knows how to eat it."
Carrying two large bags of food, Jiang Shan’s favorite thing to do is to take his children to stroll around Anhe Street.
He glanced at the clock on the wall of the canteen: "It should be almost time."
To be on the safe side, Jiang Shan took the two children to the street corner and bought some cream cakes.
After that, he slowly walked back to the small courtyard No. 51.
Looking at Jiang Hai and Jiang He who were collecting water and rubbing their hands, Jiang Shan quickly raised the condolence gift in his hand: "Brothers, thank you for your hard work."
"When it's time to move the briquettes, you will be gone," Jiang Hai kicked him from the air.
Jiang Shan walked into the house without hesitation, followed closely by the two children laughing and joking, as if someone would catch them two little things carrying briquettes.
Jiang He has long been used to it: "This is how the third child was born."
"Hey," Jiang Hai smiled and shook his head. He was used to it, including cursing a few words every time to relieve his anger.
This year, the Jiang family's two sons can finally go home for the New Year.
Mother Jiang, who has quite a lot of money, is preparing to have a happy year.
Sitting at the dining table under the lamp, Jiang's mother actually wrote down a page of menus and read them to Father Jiang one by one.
Jiang Xiangnan suppressed his temper and listened and nodded.
Every year, no one dares to mess with Jiang Ma.
Mother Jiang, who is usually very amiable, gets more and more angry the more tired she gets.
Not keeping her busy is not enough.
Even if you are very busy, it won’t work.
In the hut, Jiangshan and Jianghe were studying the drawings of the newspaper office wall.
Jiang Shan picked out a few photos on the table: "The main ones are about Nezha Naohai."
"Well," Jiang He nodded, and suddenly saw a familiar photo: "Isn't this the Havoc in Heaven?"
"Yes," Jiang Shan also picked it out: "Have a Havoc in Heaven and draw one too."
Then, "Ma Liang, the Magic Pen", "Brainless and Unhappy", "Little Tadpole Looking for Mom"...
"I'm afraid I won't be able to draw this well," Jiang He saw the picture of a tadpole looking for its mother.
This was an original drawing. Jiang Shan decided to try it himself: "I may not be able to draw it well."
After all, it is a master-level painting, so it is enough to have a general meaning.
"You should paint it," Jiang He retreated, "Have you contacted Scaffolding?"
Jiang Shan nodded: "Pujiang Decoration has ready-made materials and workers. Manager Huang over there is very familiar with me. Their company has also been very busy recently. They are rushing to complete the construction of more than 20 billboards in the city."
"Billboards?" Jiang He guessed, "Like the ones we painted?"
"That's what I said before." What Jiang Shan was most worried about at this time was: "Second brother, do you really dare to go up to such a high level?"
"No problem. The highest I've ever painted is two stories high. There's no scaffolding. I just set up a springboard and go up."
"Well," Jiang Shan admired his second brother a little: "When the time comes, you don't have to force it. If it doesn't work, just let someone from the advertising agency do it."
According to their plan, a giant advertisement from Oriental Metropolis Daily will be displayed on the side of the office building facing the road.
