Several other editors of Pujiang Daily did not think so.
"It's not impossible to go in the direction of science fiction, but "The Future of PHS" is a popular science book for children, so I don't think it's appropriate to choose it."
"That's right. After all, our newspaper is not a teenager's book."
"Don't forget," Editor-in-Chief Wu reminded: "As early as the first half of the year, our newspaper published several excerpts from "PHS: A Journey into the Future," and the response was very good."
Seeing what Chief Editor Wu was saying, the other editors naturally stopped insisting.
After all, he is the head of the supplement department.
"Children's popular science novel?" Only then did Wei Yuanxing come to his senses: "If this is the case, you should be careful about writing another novel..."
Around the 1980s, the glory of print media was just beginning.
At this time, major newspapers and periodicals have realized the importance of "retaining customers with supplements".
However, the old habit of commending and reporting news has not changed at all.
It's early time to get off work, but in the editor-in-chief's office of Oriental Metropolis Daily.
Except for Jiang Shan, the other three people all gathered together.
"Turn the page quickly."
"I haven't finished reading yet?"
"Comrade Jiang Hai, why are you, the editor-in-chief, reading so slowly?"
"I don't read as many manuscripts as you do every day," Jiang Hai defended, "Besides, I read them more carefully."
"Lao Cai, stop talking nonsense." Rong Bin said anxiously: "I haven't seen clearly what Taoist Master Qiu said."
"Stop talking about it,"
Jiang Hai, who was sitting in the middle, slammed the book on the table and said with eyes wide open:
"Both of you don't have to work anymore? Where's the manuscript that turned over on Road 26? Why don't you go back and edit it quickly?"
"Ah, I almost delayed my business," Editor Rong quickly stood up and prepared to leave.
After turning around and seeing Jiang Shan, he couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Jiang, you vulture..."
"The Legend of the Condor Heroes!"
"Yes, where did you get "Legend of the Condor Heroes"? It's so good."
"Doesn't it look good?"
"It is indeed very attractive." Cai Wensheng, who was still reluctant to move his butt, was also surprised: "I have never seen many excellent novels like this."
Jiang Shan sat on the sofa triumphantly: "This book is really hard to get, and it also contains two owls."
He also didn't want to think about the fact that he exchanged two owls for a pair of owls and a pair of birds.
"Owl," Jiang Hai suddenly remembered: "That time when I went to Guangzhou?"
"Yes, it was that time, but I only got the book recently."
I mainly kept it with my family for a few days, otherwise it would have been brought to the newspaper office.
"What do you think?" At this moment, Jiang Hai went straight to the topic:
"I feel that if the next issue of the serialized novel is "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", the circulation of our "Oriental Metropolis Daily" will definitely increase a lot."
"What's there to discuss?" Rong Bin raised his hands in agreement: "As for the few books Lao Cai recommended before, even one of them can't compare."
"Haha," Cai Wensheng himself was laughing: "Just follow what our editor-in-chief says, then... I will take this "Legend of the Condor Heroes" back to the office first."
Jiang Hai quickly stopped him: "It's not too late to get it tomorrow."
"That won't work. I have to study it carefully first."
After speaking, Cai Wensheng picked up the manuscript on the table, turned around and evacuated.
When passing by Jiangshan, I didn’t forget to wink: “Well done!”
"Ha," Jiang Shan said happily. Of course he knew how great his trick was.
After the two chief editors left, Jiang Hai came over and sat next to Jiang Shan.
"No wonder my second brother seemed to be possessed by a demon a few days ago. It would probably be the same for me too."
"Brother, let me tell you clearly," Jiang Shan leaned sideways and leaned on the armrest of the sofa: "Does the author of this book know how popular it is in Xiangjiang?"
"Jin...Yong?"
Jiang Hai leaned back on the sofa and murmured to himself.
He had heard this name mentioned several times by others, but it was a pity that he had never seen the other person's masterpiece.
"This author has written a lot of martial arts novels similar to "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". In order to exclude outsiders, he even ran a newspaper to exclusively publish his own novels."
"Can I apply for a newspaper by myself in Xiangjiang?" This seemed new to Jiang Hai.
"It's not a big deal to run a newspaper by yourself." Jiang Shan thinks that whether it can be sold is the key: "I guess it will be possible in mainland China in two years."
"Then it's nothing you and I can worry about," Comrade Jiang Hai yawned one after another:
"What I'm most worried about now is how the authorities will react after the news about the overturn of Route 26 is published."
"You don't have to worry too much about this," Jiang Shan thought, "According to my suggestion, Chief Editor Jiang, you should follow the reporter to the hospital tomorrow."
"Why should I follow you?"
"Let Rong Bin's people buy some canned fruits and deliver them together. After all, some people are injured."
Having said this, Jiang Hai also understood a little bit: "What you mean is that you want me to take a look at the injured people."
"Shouldn't we go and express condolences?"
"Okay~" Jiang Hai patted the armrests on both sides of the sofa: "It's time to go and express condolences."
"Then I'll go and get busy first," Jiang Shan stood up and said goodbye: "Don't forget to take more photos."
"knew."
"Don't forget to let them wear newspaper vests."
"good!"
"do not forget……"
"Is it over yet? Since when did you become such a mother-in-law?"
"Don't forget about me."
"..." Jiang Hai was stunned and rushed to the phone: "Don't worry, I will definitely get the newspaper on the weekend."
"You are really my brother."
After drinking up the tea, Jiang Shan walked leisurely to his office.
"Huh? Why haven't you gotten off work yet?"
When he walked in and saw Jiang Zhuangzhuang sitting at his workstation, Jiang Shan immediately reacted: "Is something wrong?"
"It's true that something happened," Jiang Zhuangzhuang smiled pretending to be mysterious: "Guess, who called you just now?"
"who?"
When he saw the other party's dead look, Jiang Shan's heart skipped a beat: "Isn't it a long distance trip to Japan?"
How long has it been? Jiangning Toy Factory's account has been settled long ago.
After all, Miss Yu Sigui still has 50,000 yuan left with him.
Jiangshan has been struggling in recent days. Should we take the initiative to call Japan and show concern?
"That's not true." Jiang Zhuangzhuang didn't expect Jiangshan to think that far: "It's a long distance trip from Yanjing. She said her surname is Liu."
"Last name is Liu?"
"This is the call-back number I wrote down. The other party seems to be quite anxious and wants you to call back quickly."
"oh?"
Taking the note from Jiang Zhuangzhuang's hand, Jiang Shan turned around on the phone's dial.
When the last round of playback was turned back to its original position, Jiang Shan gave Jiang Zhuangzhuang, who was still staring at him, a look that said, "Hurry up and get off work, don't listen to my phone calls."
As a result, he was soon the only one left in the office.
"Hello,"
"It's Jiangshan, right? When I hear it, it's you, haha!"
A familiar voice came from the other end of the receiver: "Comrade Liu Xiaoqing? Why did you call me?"
"What do you call me gay? I see so many outsiders." The other party suddenly became unhappy: "Didn't I ask you to call me sister?"
"Sister, Sister Xiaoqing," Jiang Shan immediately followed her.
"That's pretty much it," Liu Xiaoqing's unique voice sounded quite pleasant on the phone: "Jiang Shan, can you do me a favor?"
"First tell me what it is."
"Next week, several Japanese and Japanese actresses will visit Yanjing, and I was selected as the domestic actor representative."
"Mayumi and Kurihara Komaki?"
"You already know?"
"I don't even want to think about what I do."
"Haha, yes, you are still a famous newspaper reporter!" Liu Xiaoqing chuckled.
Before, Jiang Shan did not expect that Liu Xiaoqing would be involved here: "But, what can I help you with?"
"The notice I received now is to accompany them to the park in Yanjing."
"What a great thing!"
"I didn't say it was a bad thing, but if you think about it carefully..." Liu Xiaoqing didn't take exception at all:
"Have you seen the movie "Manhunt"? How fashionable they are, I can't help it...
We are all actors, so we will definitely stand together and take pictures when the time comes."
After nagging for a long time, Jiang Shan already understood what the other party meant.
Comrade Liu Xiaoqing is worried about his combat uniform and combat shoes!
"Listening to what you said, this is really what happened."
"Right, then I will not only represent myself."
"That's right, you are going out on behalf of our country...oh no, you are on camera,"
However, Jiang Shan still didn't understand: "But what's the use of asking me about this matter?"
Dad Jiang's No. 2 Clothing Factory, after the sales of bell-bottom pants boomed, rushed to produce a batch of Ken Takakura's beige windbreakers.
After that, he still returned to the production work of receiving national orders and serving the people.
"I've been shopping all over Yanjing in the past few days," Liu Xiaoqing complained on the phone: "I haven't bought anything... just... do you still remember the dress Pan Hong wore in the Happy Coke commercial?"
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"Oh," Jiang Shan suddenly realized: "You want a dress like hers."
"It doesn't have to be the same, just be fashionable."
"This is easy to handle. I'll go to the department store tomorrow to have a look."
"Great, I just want you to look for it for me. It won't be too much trouble, right?"
No matter which era, the impression given to the people by the Magic City still remains at the forefront of fashion.
"No trouble," Jiang Shan asked, "Do you just want to buy a few dresses? What else do you want?"
"Sandals, hat, whatever is fashionable, don't save money for me, I will risk my life this time."
"Haha, don't worry, I know it."
"Call me after you buy it. Our director has an acquaintance working at the train station. When the time comes..."
"No need to bother," Jiang Shan said with a smile: "When the time comes, I will personally take you to Yanjing."
"Ah," Liu Xiaoqing on the other end felt warm in her heart: "No, no, no, I..."
"Don't be polite to me, sister," Jiang Shan didn't want to tease her anymore: "Next week, I will go to Yanjing."
"It's such a coincidence, you didn't lie to me."
"It's a coincidence. Our newspaper office received an invitation from Pujiang TV Station to go to Yanjing for an interview next week, and the interview subjects are Mayumi... and you."
"Really or not," said Liu Xiaoqing, whose face was full of joy, and her big eyes became even rounder in shock.
"Wait for me, Sister Xiaoqing!"
Jiangshan has one sister at a time, not to mention how crispy it is.
There were actually old acquaintances among the interview guests. This was a good thing that Comrade Jiangshan did not expect.
After hanging up the phone, he walked to the street humming Du Qiu's song.
"Second brother," he shouted from a distance, "I think I'll be done with that next week."
At this moment, Jiang He, who was painting a mural, was also infected by Jiang Shan's good mood.
"Have you found a way?"
"There has always been a way, but I didn't want to trouble them at first, but now that I think about it, I have to take the shortcut."
"Originally," Jiang He reminded: "Lao San, you are still young now, so you still have to rely on friends when you go out."
"Okay, I listen to you,"
Looking at the bank advertisement that was almost completed on the outer wall, Jiang Shan smiled and said: "Brother, you have improved your speed now. It is much faster than the billboards on Nanjing Road."
"It's not the same thing at all. Their operations are not as worry-free as mine."
Around the 1980s, there was neither computer design nor electronic printing.
All outdoor advertisements are drawn manually.
From the initial draft to the completion of a billboard, it takes two master workers to work on the scaffolding for at least a week.
That's it, not counting the windy and rainy days.
The most important thing is wages, which can only be settled based on the wages and bonuses of the advertising unit.
How is it possible to enjoy the high salary of one hundred yuan per manuscript?
Jiang He knew this very well.
Of course he understood that this was all the care given to him by his brothers.
At the same time, Jiang Shan also felt that this was his second brother supporting his work.
On the second day, Jiang Hai faced the bright red sun early in the morning and went out on his bicycle.
When passing by a newsstand on the street, I quickly stopped the car and observed it for a while.
I found a thick pile of newspapers placed in the middle of the shelf at the newsstand.
It is our own "Oriental Metropolis Daily".
At this moment, a piece of news was posted just below the five characters of "Oriental Metropolis Daily": "A rolling trolley bus accident occurred on Route 26."
It is constantly attracting passers-by.
"Hey, what's going on today? Can the bus still overturn?"
"real or fake."
"Master, get me a copy of Oriental Metropolis Daily."
"Bring me a copy too."
"It's incredible, more than 20 people were injured."
"Give me a copy of Oriental Metropolis Daily."
Jiang Hai stood with his legs propped up next to the newsstand, watching the crowd first turn pale with shock after seeing the news of the accident on the front page, and then everyone grabbed a newspaper.
Soon, the thick pile of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" was gone, visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, Comrade Jiang Shan, who went out to buy breakfast, also strolled to a newsstand in front of his house.
What he saw in front of him was almost the same as what Jiang Hai saw.
"Comrade," Jiang Shan handed over three cents: "Give me a copy of the Liberation Daily."
Amid the calls to buy Oriental Metropolis Daily, someone spent money to buy a copy of Jiefang Daily.
Just like what he remembered, Jiang Shan soon found an article "Roll 26 Trolley Bus Rollover Accident" in "Jiefang Daily".
The title and content are all very similar to Oriental Metropolis Daily.
The only difference is that this news article in Jiefang Daily was placed in a corner of the second page.
Just after seven o'clock in the morning, phones rang one after another in various offices of the Municipal Propaganda Department.
The man in the reception room stretched his head and looked again and again. He had quite a lot of work experience and could not help but frown.
