Pujiang City is already quite lively at this moment. Passers-by along the street are burning paper and lighting firecrackers!
The Jiang family couldn't help but speed up.
Fortunately, Jiang Hai's new house is only three stops away from Anhe Street.
On January 27, 1979, the country was peaceful and the people were safe, and thousands of homes were brightly lit.
In Courtyard No. 51, Lao Jiang’s family had a reunion dinner that left the whole family with mixed emotions!
The newly purchased black and white TV set in the dining room accompanied the family through their first New Year's Eve with a picture.
Unfortunately, the end time of the TV program remains at half past ten.
At this moment, the sound of firecrackers outside the house had already covered up the movement inside.
Jiang Shan was playing more greedily than a child at the moment, and Li Ruocheng was ready to roll up his sleeves and beat him.
At night, the sound of firecrackers that rang out from time to time reminded Jiangshan of the days when burning and setting off were prohibited in his previous life.
On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the snow that had been falling all night finally stopped.
A faint golden light shone on the red Spring Festival couplets on Jiang's door.
Jiang Ma walked out of the house with a smile and finally put on a new apron.
The more people there are, the more delicious the year will be.
The boss, Jiang Hai, brought back the newspaper's camera.
After breakfast, the family took turns standing next to the newly purchased TV and took a photo.
Jiang Ma and Jiang Chuan also specially pulled out the plastic flowers from the vase and held them in their hands.
When it was Jiang Hai's turn, Jiang Shan, who was holding the camera, suddenly lowered his hand: "Boss, hold on to the TV antenna."
"good,"
Jiang Hai put one hand on his waist and grabbed the thread with the other, kindly like a bureau-level cadre: "Hurry up, my face is frozen!"
Click!
Jiang Shan took a photo of the advertisement for "Shengui Yangrong Wine" that was playing on the TV with his boss.
The moment the camera shutter was pressed, Jiang Hai also heard the sound coming from the TV.
On January 28, 1979, the Pujiang TV station's "Shengui Yangrong Wine", which cost only 300 yuan in advertising fees, was exclaimed by the media in Xiangjiang: Pujiang reform and opening up.
Under the watchful eyes of Jiang Shan and Jiang Hai, after this more than one minute commercial ended.
On the black and white TV screen, a line of subtitles popped up: Pujiang TV Station will accept advertising business from now on.
With a click, Jiang Shan snapped his fingers.
He knew that Mr. Gu's good days were coming.
Before 1979, television stations were the poorest units among all media.
Even if there is no revenue, all kinds of expensive equipment have to be purchased.
This upside-down phenomenon did not end until the advent of the advertising age.
"Zhang Lu, don't bother me anymore," Jiang Shan murmured and laughed.
Jiang Hai knew who the third child was talking about: "You don't have to worry about it anymore."
"Boss," Jiang Shan had nothing to worry about: "We are all happy!"
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On New Year's Day, Jiang Shan, who was visiting Li Ruocheng's house for New Year's greetings, glanced at the three dishes and one soup on the table: "Is Uncle Li starting to live frugally?"
Li Ruocheng followed his gaze and immediately laughed and cursed: "Do you know what it means to prepare for war and prepare for famine? Besides, how much can we old couple eat?"
Li Huaiying was not at all dissatisfied with Jiang Shan: "My old foundation has been empty. I shouldn't have been angry with the pension in the first place."
"That's right," Jiang Shan knew that the old couple had been subsidizing their son abroad: "But it doesn't matter, knowledge is the best productivity."
Li Ruocheng pointed at Jiangshan and laughed: "I like to hear this."
The haze of last night was all gone.
Recently, the old man has been thinking about selling the two empty houses in the yard. Originally, he wanted to ask Jiang Shan.
However, when I heard that the boss of the Jiang family had been allocated a large suite, I was embarrassed to say it.
After walking around for a day, I noticed an extra painting on the lanyard.
"Huh?" Jiang Shan stood in front of the writing desk and looked at it carefully: "It's interesting!"
On a piece of white paper, a few strokes of pen outline the back of a woman wearing a cheongsam.
Slender waist, long wavy hair.
What Jiang Shan found interesting was the cheongsam on this woman.
There were actually several mahjong tiles painted on it, and the east, west, and west winds blew, and the cakes turned white.
Plus three big hens pecking at the woman’s feet...
Jiang Shan couldn't help but laugh: "Comrade Cuiping."
He took the drawing paper off the lanyard, held it in his hand and continued to read.
Cuiping on the drawing paper has her back to Jiangshan and looks at a bed in front of her.
The bed was empty, but there was a line written directly on it: Did he sacrifice in the end?
"hehe,"
Seeing this, Jiang Shan couldn't help laughing.
Obviously, the owner of this painting must really want to know the ending of Yu Zecheng.
The second half of the novel "Latent" is lying in the drawer of my desk.
Jiang Shan, who was still laughing one second, suddenly realized a problem the next second.
The ending of the novel that has been written seems not very suitable for the current society.
The more I thought about it, the less I dared to think about it. At this moment, I was really glad that I didn't publish the ending of "Latent" like this.
After taking another look at the painting in his hand, Jiang Shan picked up a pen and added a man wearing a Chinese tunic suit and glasses.
After that, in a bubble dialog box next to Comrade "Yu Zecheng"'s head, a line of small words was written: Alive!
After clipping the drawing paper to the lanyard again, Jiang Shan began to modify the finale of "Latent"!
[Cuiping stood on the edge of the cliff holding her newborn daughter, looking at the dirt road down the mountain.
Winter turned to spring, day after day, and finally one day, on the mountain road full of spring flowers, a military jeep drove slowly towards her direction. Finally!]
It’s better to have an open ending!
Jiang Shan secretly lamented the cunningness of the great writers. No one is offended, that is the best ending!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Jiang He's tut came from above his head: "Do you know who painted it? And put it back."
Jiangshan doesn’t care who she is: “Do you know?”
Jiang He glanced outside and said, "Yesterday, the classmate from Knife Handle came over to play for a while. I guess it was her."
"Knife handle," Jiang Shan immediately shouted to the outside: "Is this drawn by your classmate?"
Ever since the last incident of giving Jiang Chuan a huge amount of pocket money, the pretty little girl got a domineering nickname.
Jiang Chuan leaned half in and took a look, then smiled: "Ruhua likes to draw these. All the notes we passed around in class are her paintings."
"How does she know that I wrote Latent?" Jiang Shan gave the little girl a dignified look.
Jiang Chuan stuck out his tongue: "She is not an outsider."
[On January 31, the Shekou Open Industrial Zone was officially established, and my second brother and I have already started to create the second mural. 】
[On February 5, a large number of educated young people who went to the mountains and countryside returned to Pujiang one after another.]
[On February 7, the scaffolding on the side of the newspaper office building was completed. At the strong request of Sister Lu Xiao and Jiang Ma,
The second brother finally agreed to work with the painter from Pujiang Decoration to complete the exterior wall advertising text for "Oriental Metropolis Daily".]
Jiang He was right, what looked like a timid job was as easy as playing in the hands of these exterior wall artists.
The five magnificent characters of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" are written on the facade of the newspaper office.
It's spectacular and eye-catching.
Wei Yuanxing from Pujiang Daily often comes over in a car to take a look these days.
Facing a few elegant characters in front of him, Wei Yuanxing shook his head: "Formalism."
Then he looked at the murals on the walls of the newspaper office, and looked down upon them: "They are so fancy, why can't they focus on the newspaper?"
In the past, several successful revisions of "Pujiang Daily" have become a model for newspapers in various cities to follow.
When all the newspapers realized that it was necessary to revise their editions, Wei Yuanxing also became their counselor.
"At today's meeting, I want to announce a decision," Wei Yuanxing, who was sitting in the car, said to his subordinates: "It's time to mention the advertising prices of our newspaper."
The subordinate wearing glasses nodded: "How many standards are you going to mention?"
Wei Yuanxing closed his eyes and thought for a moment: "It's the same price as Jiefang Daily."
"Twenty lines high, 1,200 yuan?"
"Now, the influence of our Pujiang Daily cannot be underestimated," Wei Yuanxing immediately decided: "Let's follow the same standards as the Jiefang Daily."
In ten days, the first issue of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" will be submitted for review.
These days, Jiang Shan and Jiang He have not gone anywhere. They stay outside the newspaper office painting walls every day.
One painting after another has formed a considerable scale.
Citizens who come and go often slow down and stare for a while.
Click, click, click...
There was a sound of shutter pressing from behind.
When Jiang Shan stopped painting and looked back, Yu Sigui was holding the camera and pressing the shutter frantically.
When Jiang Shan saw it was her, he became happy: "Why is it you?"
Yu Sigui was finally willing to put down the camera: "I'm bringing Mayumi to you."
That day, when Yu Sigui got off the plane with his father, the first thing he said after seeing Gu Zhengzheng was: "Where is the country?"
