At half past eight in the evening, it was already dark.
The West Hall of Pujiang Exhibition Hall was still brightly lit and crowded.
The loudspeaker has reminded countless times: Customers and friends, the business hours of tonight's trade fair have ended...
But neither the customer nor the manufacturer has any intention of closing the transaction at hand.
Deputy Director Dai, who had already left and returned, kept looking at his watch.
Jiang Hai, who was standing next to him, also lowered his head and looked at the time: "Don't worry Dai Ju, I just gave the order and the place should be cleared soon."
"Yes, the transaction volume is too large. The comrades in the bank are cooperating with us. We should also be punctual and trustworthy!"
Jiang Hai nodded: "Thankfully you thought carefully!"
“Having been in this business for so many years,” Deputy Director Dai said with a smile, “When I saw that posture in the morning, I knew it was time to contact the bank.”
At the stall where they were talking, everyone in red vests in the exhibition hall was going door-to-door to inform manufacturers.
If you don't stop selling, you will be dealt with according to the violation regulations in the contract agreement.
Only then did pieces of covering cloth appear on the shelves.
"Well," Deputy Bureau Dai breathed a sigh of relief: "I will also hold a brief summary meeting for the comrades in the bureau later."
Jiang Hai smiled: "Our newspaper office is the same."
Not only them, but also in the Xiyi exhibition hall after the venue was cleared.
Every shop is holding a summary meeting, and it’s the first time for everyone.
After a day's sales, each company must summarize its experience and prepare for tomorrow.
It was not until 11 o'clock at night that the two brothers Jiang Shan and Jiang He returned to Anhe Street.
"Why are you so late?" Jiang Ma, who was wearing a coat, asked with squinted eyes: "Are you hungry? I'll heat up some food for you!"
"No need, Mom," Jiang Shan quickly waved his hand: "I ate a lot of chicken cakes there, please go to bed quickly."
Before he could finish his words, the loud snoring of his second son could be heard in the back room.
Jiang Ma glanced inside: "You should go to bed quickly!"
The next day, Sunday, there was a huge flow of people inside and outside the exhibition.
Today, Deputy Bureau Dai invited the police over.
Looking at it from a distance, the country suddenly felt a lot more at ease.
"At first you said you would give them 10 yuan a day as overtime pay, and I felt bad for you," Jiang Hai stood next to the third child: "Now that I think about it, I'm glad I did that."
"That's right," Jiang Shan always felt that only brave men can be found with a lot of money: "Look, they are more active than us."
The whole field was filled with red vests, all staring at their respective areas.
From time to time, Jiang Hai would put his feet up and take a look: "At this rate, a lot of inventory should be cleared in five days."
Jiang Shan knew that the eldest brother had been worried about not being able to complete the mission of the bureau.
However, he never doubted this.
Currently, there is no business model in the market that is more capable of bringing goods than trade fairs.
For a while, his eyes stayed on the booth of "Oriental Metropolis Daily".
Many of the people who came to the exhibition hall today came for it.
For five days, the "Oriental Metropolis Daily" on the market will carry the same version of the weekend supplement every day.
The purpose of increasing the amount without increasing the price is very clear, which is to drive circulation.
But for the people, this is simply not a good deal.
Three cents, a novel, and a test paper. Where can I find such a good thing?
At this moment, the newsstands were full of people buying newspapers in three and five copies.
Jiang Zhuangzhuang and Ding Lingling didn't want to say another word, they concentrated on handing over the money with one hand and the report with the other.
"Editor-in-Chief Jiang, Section Chief Jiang, you are both here,"
The two of them turned around and saw that it was Manager Ye from the sales department of "Happy Coke".
"Manager Ye, why are you here?" Jiang Shan thought carefully again: "Oh, you are here to hunt for goods at a trade fair."
"How can I have such free time," Manager Ye said with a wry smile: "I only found out about this early this morning. I quickly sent some Coke to the comrades of the Metropolis Daily. You guys have worked too hard."
Hearing this, Jiang Shan smiled: "Manager Ye, we are not outsiders. If you have anything to say, just tell us."
"Then I'll tell you..."
Manager Ye came forward and muttered something.
Jiang Shan and Jiang Hai looked at each other.
Sure enough, after seeing the grand event of the exhibition, many manufacturers wanted to join temporarily.
Especially those manufacturers who were previously unwilling to pay for booth fees were looking for ways to join the trade fair from yesterday to this morning.
"Did you see that?" Jiang Shan took Manager Ye and took two steps inside: "Yesterday there were flower pots, but today they are Phoenix bicycles, and there..."
"So we're late?" Although Manager Ye said this, his eyes were still looking around the place with determination.
"Don't look, all the usable land has been taken up," Jiang Shan changed direction: "But since you have found us, we have to give you a piece of space."
Manager Ye's expression immediately changed from gloomy to clear.
Jiang Shan pointed to the newsstand: "Put it next to our newspaper office."
When Manager Ye saw it, he was happy: "I can't tell you how much the terrain will cost. You can tell me how much the stall fee should be!"
Although there were more customers on the second day, it was because everyone had already had the experience of the first day.
Each manufacturer should plug loopholes and replenish manpower.
Coupled with the help of the police, Jiangshan was even more relaxed than the first day.
At noon, with the help of a delivery truck, Jiangshan delivered four boxes of Happy Coke to Pujiang Translation Film Studio.
"Team Leader Lu, I'm taking the comrades out to drink Coke,"
Jiang Shan shouted, and the Coca-Cola at his feet instantly dissolved on the spot.
Jiang Shan, carrying the last box of Coke, walked beside Lu Yi: "Isn't it Sunday today? Why are so many people working overtime?"
"We are getting busier and busier now," Lu Yi complained: "We have to match foreign language films, there are more domestic movies, and there are radio dramas. Anyway, we are busy every day."
"It's a good thing to be busy, but I'm afraid I won't be too busy."
By next year, each TV station will establish its own translation team.
Although translation studios are authoritative in this area, it is inevitable that the interests will be gradually divided.
"Director Hu," Team Leader Lu accompanied him all the way to the factory director's office: "Look who is here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was opened.
A tall, thin gay man with a rather European appearance walked out of it.
After seeing Jiang Shan and Lu Yi, he smiled and said hello.
Then he left quietly alone.
Jiang Shanduo glanced at the other person's back, his shoulders crossed and his waist hunched, not at all as high-spirited as he usually was in the recording studio.
A man in his fifties looks as old as seventy!
"What's going on, Lao Qiu?" Lu Yi had already walked in.
Hu Xiao shook his head at him: "I'm so anxious to see that everyone's cases have been vindicated!"
"That's true, now our unit is all about him, right?"
"Where are you? It's endless," Hu Xiao rubbed his forehead and didn't want to think about it anymore.
The next second he looked out the door: "Aren't you tired holding that thing?"
Only then did Jiang Shan come back to his senses.
"Here," the whole box of Coke was placed on the desk: "Director, I specially selected the Coke for you."
"What's there to choose from?" Hu Xiao glanced at him: "They are not all the same."
"Hey, maybe this box has a high winning rate!" Lu Yi said helpfully.
"Yeah?"
"Haha," Jiangshan doesn't know where to go.
But he knew that the comrade who had just left would end his life next spring.
Anyone who knows the comrades of the translation factory will know that there is a treasure in the translation factory, and he is the national treasure-level voice actor Qiu Yuefeng.
Rochester in "Jane Eyre", Sun Wukong in "Up in the Sky", the Colonel in "Zorro"...
At this moment, even Director Hu, who had been supporting him, didn't notice the change in Qiu Yuefeng.
"I finally have some conscience and know how to give some drinks to my old comrades."
Jiang Shan dragged a chair and sat down: "I have never forgotten it, and I will never forget it."
"That's nice to say."
"I heard that Uncle Qiu now has a big family, and they are still crowded into a room of more than ten square meters."
"Which Uncle Qiu?" Hu Xiao asked with a frown.
Jiang Shan pointed to the door: "That's Comrade Qiu Yuefeng."
"Why do you call everyone uncle?" Hu Xiao laughed: "I haven't seen you call me uncle."
"Uncle Hu."
"Why do I sound so awkward!"
"Director Hu."
"Forget it, forget it, call it whatever you like," Hu Xiao began to answer the previous question: "What's wrong with him, tsk... But, there are more people in our unit who don't have separate rooms."
Lu Yi arrived early, so he did not participate in this topic.
Housing allocation in Pujiang has always been a big problem.
"Jiefang Daily" once had an analysis column, but the problems analyzed could not be solved at all.
Mayumi Ding Jianhua, a dual-income family, was not allocated housing until 2000.
According to what Hu Xiao often talks about: "Our factory has always relied on China Film to issue translation and production tasks. Where can we have enough food? The dubbing business of domestic films can increase our income, but it has only increased a little this year."
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In the next two years, there will be more and more domestic films, but people will also have more and more requirements for dubbing equipment.
Funding expenses are inevitable.
A translation studio is not like a TV station; it is not a revenue-generating window unit.
Therefore, equipment replacement must be reported and applied for, which becomes more difficult as time goes by.
It is destined to have the same ending as the American Film Studio.
"I heard from Team Leader Lu that the factory is currently busy with dubbing work for radio dramas?" Jiang Shan has always been curious about this aspect: "How much remuneration will the radio station give you?"
"That's only a few bucks," Hu Xiao shook his head: "Besides, the job is simple. Narrating an episode costs 10 yuan, and it mainly depends on the editor, but it's still 10 yuan per episode."
"Then the radio station can just keep playing?"
"Otherwise, can I still control them?"
"If you accept this task, you might as well make your own radio drama."
"Do you make your own radio drama?" Hu Xiao asked confused: "What do you mean?"
Jiang Shan dragged his chair in the direction of Hu Xiao: "You don't need to use China Film's film sources. You can buy your own scripts or novels and dub them according to the characters, and then recruit advertising sponsors..."
"Oh..." Hu Xiao is also a smart person: "Just like the TV station, give it to the radio station for free?"
"Yes, it's free," Jiang Shan reminded: "They can also use this drama to attract advertising, but they have to write an agreement with him in advance. It can only be used by one radio station, and it can only be played once. If they want to continue playing it,
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"I understand," Hu Xiao pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up: "In this case, not only can I continue to recruit advertisers, but I can also play it on radio stations in other cities!"
"That's it!" Jiang Shan confirmed Hu Xiao's idea.
"But...," Hu Xiao thought of something in the next second: "If you want to achieve such an effect, ordinary novels cannot do it."
Speaking of this, Jiang Shan couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" Hu Xiao asked curiously.
Jiang Shan still just smiled and said nothing.
He also wanted to point it out directly, but unfortunately he was not thick-skinned enough.
At this time, Team Leader Lu also laughed: "Director, you forgot..."
Before he finished speaking, Hu Xiao slapped his thigh: "I know, lurk!"
"That's right!" Team leader Lu couldn't help but think further and further: "There is a role in it that Lao Qiu can play."
At this time, Hu Xiao thought differently: "Xiao Jiang, if this can be done, it would be great."
Of course Jiang Shan knew: "Are you sure about the radio station?"
"Of course, I always respond to their requests,"
"That's good," Jiang Shan nodded.
At present, domestic radio stations do not have rich content, and they still need to broadcast back and forth to fill up the time slot.
"So, you have agreed to give the novel "Latent" to our factory for use?" Hu Xiao began to tease Jiang Shan.
Jiang Shanduo was a loyal person: "Absolutely. I am reluctant to use it for you, but you must also ensure that you keep the copyright in your hands and not let it be used by third parties."
"You need to remind me," Hu Xiao has never been disappointed with Jiangshan: "Don't worry, our factory will not lose a penny of the royalties that should be paid, and we must not lose any of our own people."
"That's good," Jiang Shan showed a sincere smile: "You can try one first, and then go all out and do it again when you have experience."
As for advertising sponsors, their newspapers can also act as agents in the future.
"Okay, I just like the idea of a big fight like this!"
I thought that this kid from Jiangshan just sent me a box of Happy Coke, but I didn't expect that a big gift followed.
"Xiao Jiang," Hu Xiao said as he escorted Jiang Shan out of the office building: "I heard from Gu Zhengzheng that you are busy with advertising now?"
"Mainly responsible for the newspaper's advertising," Jiang Shan reported truthfully: "It's not necessarily advertising. I also inquire about gossip."
"Hahaha," Hu Xiao liked Jiang Shan's sincerity: "Listen to me from now on, these are no big deal."
Jiang Shan smiled brightly: "Then you have to worry about this, I take it seriously."
Hu Xiao waved his hand: "It's a small matter, just don't sell me out."
The two were chatting happily when they suddenly saw Qiu Yuefeng hurriedly pushing a bicycle over: "Director, there is something urgent at home. I have to go back and take a look first."
"Then hurry up," Hu Xiao immediately asked with concern: "Do you want my help?"
"No, no, no," Qiu Yuefeng got on the car and left: "I'll just go back."
Seeing the other party's figure gradually leaving, Hu Xiao couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, how thin have you become?"
"Earlier you said that he was the only one in the unit who was not rehabilitated?"
"But no, others still advised him to forget it." Hu Xiao had already tried his best: "My wife and children are all implicated, and my youngest daughter has not been transferred yet, so how could he give up."
It wasn't until last year that I bought two steel wire folding beds for my two sons who have been building floors.
"Is there no other way?"
"Anyway, I can't help it." Director Hu didn't give up on the other party even when he was still a "ghost": "He's the only one left in the whole factory."
Jiang Shan also shook his head, even though he was so close.
But, it would be okay if you ask him to help you think of an advertisement.
He didn't even dare to think about this.
"There are too many injustices," Hu Xiao knew it himself: "The higher-ups can't take care of it unless..."
"Unless what?"
"I remember there was someone who was more resentful than him, but because of an unintentional remark from the top, the bottom immediately took special action..."