Think again about the domestic printing industry at that time. A small printing factory required both a typesetting workshop and a typecasting workshop.
Because the used lead type molds were already stained with oil, they had to be recast.
The melting point of lead is 327 degrees Celsius. When four or five type casting machines work together, they are a heat source with a high temperature of three to four hundred degrees.
What does it mean to be sweaty? Just look at the master workers in the typesetting room on a summer night and you will know.
And the work in the typesetting workshop where Yu Wenwen works is not easy either.
After the lead is cast, it is the plate-making process. The typesetters pick up the lead from the rows of racks and arrange them into small press releases. The average worker can only type about 1,500 to 600 words in an hour.
After proofreading, the typesetter will correct errors.
The workers compared the newspaper samples and picked out the type from the rows of typesetting racks.
The pictures, art titles and small mastheads in newspapers are photographed and chemically processed into zinc plates.
After that, the imposition master combines the news drafts and picture zinc plates into the newspaper layout according to the design of the layout editor.
Compare the typeface to the newspaper format.
Then, a kind of high-temperature resistant paper is used to cover the type pattern arranged in the type pattern, and a plate pressing machine is used to press it into the same paper shape as the type pattern.
Then put the paper pattern into a semicircular pouring machine, pour lead water that has been melted to 300 to 400 degrees Celsius on the paper pattern, and wait until it cools to become a lead plate.
Finally, each block of 40 to 50 kilograms of lead plate was put on the printing rotary machine and the newspaper was printed.
This kind of printing process is complex, the revision and publication cycle is long, and it greatly conflicts with the timeliness of news reports.
At the same time, there is a risk of lead contamination during the letter casting and casting process, which will cause harm to the environment and human health.
It was not until 1984 that the first laser offset printing machine was introduced in China.
At this time, Jiang Shan's indifferent appearance made Yu Wenwen's young mind slightly fluctuate.
In order to get her, he would not hesitate to hurt her? Is this what he calls love?
Yu Wenwen pursed his lips tightly, then sneered, pretending to be so, she wants to see how long you can last.
Just when she was about to stop and leave, Jiang Shan finally "noticed" her hand.
"Hey, what's wrong with your hands?" Jiang Shan's expression seemed both concerned and curious: "You're still not very skilled at it, it doesn't matter, you'll get used to it after you do it for a long time."
Yu Wenwen, who was a little proud one second, was completely stunned the next second.
Then he sneered and said: "Why should I get used to doing this kind of work? I'm not the type to do this kind of work."
"Right,"
Jiang Shan nodded. Based on his memory, he understood the other person's thoughts very well.
Then he stood up and gave up his chair: "You are still suitable for my job, please sit down."
Yu Wenwen looked at the empty space given by Jiang Shan and didn't understand what the other party meant.
"Hurry up and sit down," Jiang Shan put away a stack of "Bone Bone Demons" on the table: "The newspapers will be delivered in a moment."
Yu Wenwen, who has been busy since he started work at nine o'clock in the evening, couldn't bear it any more, so he condescended to come and hang out in front of Jiangshan.
What she originally wanted was to let Jiang Shan see her injured self, and then exchange jobs with her heartbroken.
But what's going on now... She has already finished her work today gritted her teeth.
Although at this moment, Yu Wenwen finally sat in Jiangshan's seat.
But I always felt that something was wrong, but I was too embarrassed to stand up again.
She raised her head and glanced at Jiangshan, who smiled very sincerely.
Forget it, since he has agreed to exchange positions with me, I don't have to worry about him so much. Anyway, it's only two or three hours of work.
It won't be long before the postman comes to pick up the newspapers.
Not to mention, Jiang Shan had to admit that the job position Jiang's mother left for him was really good.
The working hours are short and relaxed, which also gives him more time to do the work he likes.
"Do a good job," Jiang Shan, who was holding a stack of manuscript paper, happily said to Yu Wenwen, "don't forget to clean this up before you leave, otherwise Master Ma will scold me again later."
"Ai."
Yu Wenwen, who was assigned to work by Jiangshan for the first time, responded unknowingly.
Just at that moment, she saw the drawing in Jiang Shan's hand.
Was that what he drew? He just kept looking down at me while he was drawing it.
However, how could he draw so professionally?
While Yu Wenwen was in a daze, several printers pushed the newspaper over on a trolley.
"Hey," Chang Zhaodi, who was following behind, saw the person sitting at the door of the workshop clearly and said in surprise: "Wenwen, why are you here?"
Yu Wenwen glanced at her lightly and began to count the newspapers.
"Jiangshan is willing to exchange jobs with you again?" Chang Zhaodi leaned over and asked quietly.
Yu Wenwen still didn't speak, after all, there were other colleagues around, but she still gave the other party a wink, just a slight glance, but full of pride.
"Let me tell you," Chang Zhaodi's reaction was even more excited than Yu Wenwen's: "How could Jiang Shan not feel sorry for you?"
Whenever she thinks about the last meal at the state-owned snack bar, Chang Zhaodi still feels that she paid for it for Jiang Shan.
Now it's good, the man who wholeheartedly bought this and that for Yu Wenwen is finally back.
She should also find an opportunity to calculate her meal money carefully.
At this moment, Jiang Shan, who was staying in the workshop, had already started painting the seventh "Sanda White Bone Demon".
The noisy sounds outside had no effect on him at all, and all he could see in his eyes at this time was the white-bone spirit.
"You kid is going to turn your back on yourself,"
Lao Ma, who had witnessed everything, looked at him angrily: "I can't bear to look at a young man hanging around behind women's butts all day long."
"I can't even look at it," Jiang Shan didn't even want to raise his head: "Besides, who is crowding behind a woman's buttocks? Master, please don't slap me with random hats."
Smoking is not allowed in the workshop of the printing factory. Master Ma could only smell the cigarette in his hand: "No? Then why did you give up your position to her again?"
Jiang Shan, who was drawing a cassock, really didn't want to continue this topic: "If you don't let her sit, how can I have time to sit here with you now?"
"Huh?" Master Ma looked at Jiang Shan in surprise: "Oh, so this is what you were thinking about."
…
At seven o'clock in the morning, the bell for the printing factory to get off work rang on time.
Jiang Shan looked at the drawings on the table, stood up and stretched with satisfaction.
As I was putting the drawings into my portfolio page by page, I couldn't help but admire them again.
Not bad, very good.
Jiang Shan's lips curled up into a smile, thinking in his mind that if everything went well, he would be able to submit the manuscript in three or four days.
At 3 yuan a piece, 72 drawings are 216 yuan.
Pujiang City has restored many time-honored brands during this period. The "Kaishingling" cafe that Wang Jiazhi liked in "Lust, Caution" also reopened its doors two days ago.
It’s not that Jiang Shan is greedy for drinks, but he still remembers that the most famous thing in “Kaisling” in his previous life was not the coffee, but the cream cake.
At this moment, he seemed to see Jiang Xiaobai's bun face and couldn't help but laugh.
The next second, I suddenly remembered that I had to accompany Director Hu to the TV station this morning. It was said that there seemed to be some difficulty there.
