Jiang Shan just walked back to his office from the editor-in-chief's office.
I saw Jiang Zhuangzhuang pointing to the phone and saying, "Chief Jiang, I just called you."
"Who's looking for me?"
"A lesbian named Yu, I asked her to wait five minutes before calling."
"Last name is Yu?"
"right!"
Jiang Shan immediately knew who it was. He looked at the calendar and had an idea.
The next second, before his butt could get warm, the phone rang.
"Mr. Yu," Jiang Shan answered the phone with a smile: "Is there any result about the advertising matter?"
"Alas," Yu Sigui sighed over the phone: "The bonus was taken away by Huang Yulin from Xiangjiang."
"Huang Yulin?" Jiang Shan was stunned for a moment, but they were still really good: "What does their advertisement look like?"
Yu Sigui held back her laughter and described the "Huang Yu Lin" advertisement on the phone.
The more Jiang Shan listened, the more confused he became: "Can their commercial "Kao" only be played in the Chinese area?"
"Hahahaha," Yu Sigui couldn't bear it anymore: "Jiangshan, we won, and your grapes won."
"It's done!" Jiang Shanteng stood up suddenly, and the next second said: "You're not teasing me again, are you?"
Yu Sigui hurriedly said: "It's true this time, I received the advertising bonus on the spot..."
Hahaha, when he put down the phone, Jiang Shan was still looking silly and happy.
Now that I am really prosperous, how should I spend it?
He was still thinking about this issue on his way home from get off work.
As soon as I walked into the small courtyard, I ran directly into the small kitchen: "Mom, I'm back."
Jiang's mother, who was stewing fish heads, was startled: "I got off work early today!"
"If nothing happens, just leave." Jiang Shan reminded: "Your son is the section chief now, so he can take care of himself."
"Your elder brother still can't control you?" Jiang Ma rolled her eyes at him: "Help mom taste the saltiness."
"Hey," Jiang Shan tasted the fish soup in his spoon: "It seems a bit bland."
"It's okay to be gentle."
"Then what do you want me to taste?"
"Light salted fish soup, I don't understand anything."
"..." Jiang Shan was not ready to talk about this soup anymore: "I heard from my second brother that Uncle Li's family is selling their house?"
"That's right," Jiang Ma looked out the window: "Let me see, these two rooms are really good. It would be best to buy them."
"They didn't say why they wanted to sell the house."
"It's empty even though it's empty, and I'm reluctant to sell it to others, so it's better to sell it to an acquaintance."
"That's true," Jiang Shan nodded: "Our small courtyard, with only two families, is quite good."
"You want to buy?"
"I'll ask Uncle Li."
In the evening, the whole family at the dinner table complained that the fish soup was salty.
Jiang Ma said calmly: "What I did was just right, but I must have said it lightly."
"Lao San, what kind of mouth is that of yours?"
"Third brother, can you taste it?"
Jiang Shan raised his head and looked at the ceiling: "If you don't eat it, you will fall down, and it will all belong to me."
"..."
"Dad, I have something to discuss with you," Jiang Shan glanced at his second brother, and then said, "I'm going to buy Uncle Li's two houses."
The whole family looked at Jiangshan together, with surprise and joy all expressed on their faces.
What Jiang’s mother is most concerned about is: “How much will those two rooms cost?”
"It's not much money," Jiang Shan was embarrassed to say, but Li Ruochengfei said that this was the market price: "Two houses only cost 800 yuan."
"The royalties for half of "Latent" are less than that," Jiang He calculated for the third child: "It's worth it!"
Jiang's father and Jiang's mother looked at each other with unconcealable relief on their faces.
First, the eldest brother's three-bedroom apartment was divided, and now the third son also wants to buy a house.
Seeing that the territory of Lao Jiang's family is getting wider and wider.
Younger sister Jiang Chuan's face was full of joy: "Brother, leave a room for me and Xiaoyu to live in."
"It's easy to say," Jiang Shan had already arranged the room in his mind: "If you have a brother, you will have it."
"Okay," Jiang Chuan hugged Jiang Xiaoyu and kissed him: "Xiaoyu, we don't have to sleep on bunk beds anymore."
Jiangchuan has always been envious of the two small beds in his brothers' room.
Jiang Xiaoyu didn't care, she thought it would be good as long as she could be with her little aunt.
"Third uncle," Jiang Xiaobai suddenly put down his job: "I also want to be with you."
Jiang Xiaobai now sleeps between his grandparents every day.
Occasionally, he also envied his sister's little bed.
"No problem," Jiang Shan picked up the little fat man and put it on his lap: "When your second uncle gets married, you can live with your third uncle, okay?"
Xiaobai smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Okay!"
The people at the table began to drink fish soup in silence.
After a while, Jiang He said two words: "Almost!"
The next day, the various editorial offices of Oriental Metropolis Daily were still busy with their own affairs.
Jiang Zhuangzhuang, who was sitting in the office, looked at the two people in front of him with resentful eyes: "Can't you let me go together?"
"Didn't I say that?" Jiang Shan put down the newspaper: "There must be someone looking after the house."
"Our department," Jiang Zhuangzhuang said truthfully, "no one comes here on weekdays!"
"That's why we need to quickly increase circulation. As circulation increases, advertising businesses with various needs will also appear."
Next year will usher in the explosion of print media.
By then, the notice boards of the entire post office will be filled with solicitation orders from not only this city but also from other cities.
"Chief Jiang," Ding Lingling asked sheepishly, "Are you excited?"
"What are you excited about?" Jiang Shan didn't understand what the other party said.
"We are about to meet Liu Xiaoqing in person," Ding Lingling said with pleasure after thinking about it recently.
"Oh," Jiang Shan smiled: "I have never seen such a small one... I heard that the movie is called Little Flower."
"Xiaohua? It doesn't sound like a war movie."
"It's not a war movie in the first place."
"But why did I hear about war movies? I got it wrong?"
"..."
"What are we talking about? You are so happy to talk," suddenly two figures walked in from the door.
Jiang Shan looked for the sound and saw that it was Jiang Hai. The person next to him looked familiar.
"Let me introduce you," Jiang Hai looked quite formal: "Deputy Director Dai of our Municipal Bureau of Industry and Commerce came here specially to inspect the work of the newspaper office."
"Oh," the three people in the room stood up immediately: "Welcome, welcome."
Deputy Director Dai smiled kindly and said, "Thank you for your hard work, comrades."
After saying this, Jiang Shan also remembered it.
The man in front of me went to Anhe Street to inform Comrade Jiang Hai about the housing allocation.
Ding Lingling quickly made a cup of tea: "Please sit down quickly."
On the two single sofas, Deputy Director Dai and Jiang Hai sat respectively.
After asking a few routine questions, the expression on his face became increasingly difficult to understand.
"Director Dai," Jiang Shan saw the clue: "Do you have any instructions for coming to our newspaper office this time?"
"Actually... why am I here to inspect the work?"
Deputy Director Dai didn't want to do Tai Chi anymore. In order to solve these problems, he had been so worried that he had not slept for several nights.
"This is the "Pujiang Industrial and Commercial News" run by our bureau. Take a look at the advertisement above first."
Jiang Hai took the newspaper.
He has always been envious of the "Pujiang Industrial and Commercial News".
After all, it is a newspaper that most units must subscribe to.
Everyone in the office gathered around the newspaper.
All you see is advertising.
What about enamel pots, enamel cups, cutting boards, aluminum basins, aluminum lunch boxes, washbasin stands, square handkerchiefs, even wooden combs, abacus, etc...
Jiang Shan was dazzled by the sight: "So many advertisements! After all, it is a newspaper run by the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and its business is good."
Jiang Hai wanted to say it a long time ago, but he wondered: "Don't you need industrial coupons to buy this enamel cup? It also needs to be advertised."
"New models are still in demand, but old models cannot be sold without coupons," Deputy Director Dai said with a frown: "Since last year, these factories have been expanding production..."
With the large number of educated young people returning to Shanghai, there are more and more workers in various units.
With repeated adjustments to production volume, the squeeze on products is increasing day by day.
I thought that after reporting it to the top, I would get a certificate of commendation as before.
I never thought that without receiving the certificate, the mass-produced products would be incompatible with the needs of the people.
"These are free advertisements placed by the Industrial and Commercial Bureau for them," Deputy Bureau Dai shook his head and said, "They have been posted for a week."
"Did it work?"
Jiang Hai, who asked this question, already knew the answer.
Otherwise, Deputy Director Dai would not come to them.
"It doesn't have much effect. I really can't think of any other tricks. Editor Jiang, your advertisements have always been very effective..."
Before he finished speaking, Deputy Director Dai noticed that everyone in the office was looking at a young man.
He quickly looked over and asked, "Who is this?" It looked familiar.
"Director Dai," Jiang Hai smiled: "I'm bringing you here today. It's called the Advertising Planning Section. This is Section Chief Jiang Shan."
"Oh, you are young and promising!"
Jiang Shan smiled and shook hands with the bureau leader: "Good morning, leader."
"Chief Jiang... do you have any good suggestions for these products?"
Jiangshan is also wondering: "Are these all overstocked goods?"
“Even if we don’t sell a lot of goods, we still have difficulty selling.”
"How can we advertise so many products?" Jiangshan has never seen any precedent of collective advertising.
When Deputy Bureau Dai heard this, he became even more anxious: "These are large collective units in Pujiang. Once the products they produce cannot be sold..."
He didn't dare to think about it.
In the mid-1980s, the state was trying hard to protect state-owned enterprises, and large collective units fell one by one like dominoes.
Large collective units in Pujiang City also suffered widespread losses.
Later generations gave four words when summarizing the reasons: rush up in a rush, disperse in a rush.
In the early days of reform and opening up, there was a wave of educated youth returning to the city.
In order to absorb the growing number of workers, many units can only focus on expanding production.
Its production structure is far less flexible than some township and village enterprises.
"There are still many dual-career workers in these units,"
Deputy Director Dai was really anxious, and he seemed to be acting like a parent at this moment.
Recently, the Second Lighting Bureau has been discussing this matter with their industrial and commercial affairs.
Both parties attached great importance to it. At that time, Deputy Director Dai even boasted about Haikou: "There is no product sales volume that cannot be solved by an advertisement."
As a result, not to mention a single advertisement, newspapers under the Industrial and Commercial Bureau advertised these products for seven days in a row.
result……
At this time, Jiang Shan was also frowning: "If you want to solve so many products together, unless..."
"Unless what?"
He raised his head and looked at Deputy Director Dai: "Unless I get the full support of your industrial and commercial affairs."
