Chapter 184 Why don’t you tell me that your life is good?
After listening to Jiang Shan's words, Huang Yongyu also smiled: "Don't say it, I just thought about it and I think you really have a way to do this."
Shao Bolin frowned when he heard this: "Old Huang, do you still know people from the publishing house?"
Huang Yongyu smiled bitterly: "If I had an acquaintance in the publishing house, I would have asked my cousin to publish his book earlier, and I would still have to listen to him talking about it every day."
"What?" Jiang Shan paused with his chopsticks: "Your cousin also has works to be published?"
He did not expect that even at Shen Congwen's level, he would have the trouble of not having his works published.
"I have been writing about it for many years," Shao Bolin also knew about this: "But Teacher Shen's current situation is a bit embarrassing, so..."
"Why are you worried about him?" Huang Yongyu stopped Shao Bolin from saying, "Let's talk about you first."
Jiangshan couldn't get what he asked for: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
"What's your point...it's useless to go directly to the publishing house,"
Huang Yongyu looked at the handsome hard-pen calligraphy in his hand, and then looked at Jiangshan with a bit of appreciation:
"We need to find some people who can speak in this regard."
I went with Jiang Shanxiang: "Do you know him?"
The purpose of his trip was not just to photograph Mayumi and her party.
But for his carefully prepared fountain pen copybook.
"How about you have a good life," Huang Yongyu said with a smile, "Have you ever heard of Comrade Jiang Feng, the secretary of the Academy of Fine Arts?"
"Do you still know him?"
This is a bit unexpected.
According to previous expectations, Jiang Shan thought that the acquaintance Huang Yongyu mentioned was Wen Huaisha.
But he never thought that he actually knew Jiang Feng.
This person is no ordinary person.
Back then, when Pang Zhonghua came to Wen Huaisha for help with his hard-pen calligraphy, the key person Wen Huaisha helped him contact was Jiang Feng from the Academy of Fine Arts.
In the early 1980s, a lot of waste was waiting to be done.
After the resumption of the college entrance examination, the Chinese people's desire for knowledge has been unprecedentedly high.
In today's era, writing is necessary when studying, and writing is inseparable from life.
Various letters of recommendation, letters of introduction, book manuscripts, letters from home, love letters...a beautiful pen calligraphy represents the first impression you make on the other person.
However, the fastest way to write pen calligraphy well is of course the fountain pen copybook.
Speaking of fountain pen copybooks from the 1980s, the first thing that comes to mind must be Comrade Pang Zhonghua.
This person is definitely a god-like existence in the hard-pen writing world.
As an amateur calligraphy enthusiast, it is no accident that he has become famous all over the country and has continued for many years.
When he was 8 years old, after his father gave him a 70-cent pen, the child fell in love with writing with pens.
Pang Zhonghua's obsession with pen calligraphy lasted throughout his life.
He used notes, diaries, and correspondence...all as opportunities to practice calligraphy seriously.
While others were drinking, chatting, playing cards, and otherwise bored, Pang Zhonghua was practicing copying pen calligraphy thousands of times.
Later, Pang Zhonghua became a member of the geological exploration team.
Just because of his good calligraphy, all the map marks when he went out for exploration were circled by him.
When I was prospecting for minerals in the Taihang Mountains, I often helped local teachers write calligraphy.
Once, a teacher looked at his handwriting and said with emotion: "It would be great if this could be printed with type."
Just such a sentence immediately ignited Pang Zhonghua's copybook dream.
In the 11 years before 1979, Pang Zhonghua never tired of sending manuscripts to various publishing houses from deep mountains and old forests.
Unfortunately, all of them were withdrawn without exception.
Most publishers also attached a reply letter: Comrade Pang Zhonghua, the manuscript has been received and after study it has been decided not to adopt it.
After 11 years of failure, someone else would have withdrawn the banner and closed down the stall long ago.
However, Pang Zhonghua, who became more and more courageous as he fought, began to reflect on the reasons for his eleven consecutive years of defeat.
After some introspection, he immediately packed his parcel and entered Beijing.
At the end of 1979, Pang Zhonghua directly submitted his work to the Chinese classics master Wen Huaisha.
Not only does this person have some friendship with Huang Yongyu, but he is also an old naughty boy in the literary world just like Huang Yongyu!
I love making friends with talented juniors!
After seeing Pang Zhonghua's manuscript, Mr. Sha immediately sent his thin manuscript to Jiang Feng, secretary of the Central Academy of Fine Arts.
After that, under Jiang Feng's recommendation, Pang Zhonghua promoted fountain pen copybooks for 11 years before finally entering the door of Tianjin Fine Arts Publishing House.
In early 1980, Tianjin Fine Arts Publishing House released Pang Zhonghua's first copybook, "Talking about Learning to Write Pen Calligraphy".
The first edition had 200,000 copies, and Pang Zhonghua received a royalties of 420 yuan.
The copybook was sold out within just one month of its release.
After that, there was one edition after another of copybook myths.
The cumulative number of copies of "Talking about Learning to Write Pen Calligraphy" has reached an astonishing 18 million copies.
Later, after he was invited by CCTV to give a lecture on pen calligraphy, people all over the country knew Pang Zhonghua's name.
Since 1980, Pang Zhonghua has had more than 100 copybooks and monographs published by publishing houses at home and abroad.
The total number of copies printed has already exceeded 150 million, which is even more impressive when including pirated copies.
Even the most popular literary works at the time could not match his circulation.
Although, Jiang Shan also copied Pang Zhonghua's calligraphy.
But his pen font is more like Sima Yan.
Jiang Shan almost copied the fountain pen copybooks of the 1980s.
There is still a hint of Sima Yan's fortitude in Jiangshan font, which has grown up in one family and then became its own entity.
Compared with Pang Zhonghua, who had already earned over 100 million in the 1980s, Sima Yan's royalty income is equally dazzling.
In the mid-1980s when fountain pen copybooks were most popular, Sima Yan once set a record of having one copybook in two days.
This copybook, completed in two days, brought the author 7,000 yuan in royalties.
Then, Sima Yan used the royalties to buy his first house in Wuhan, the city where he lives.
Two weeks later, he spent the same time creating another pen copybook and continued to buy a house of the same size.
The worst thing is yet to come.
The copybook company founded by Sima Yan was favored by "Visual China".
After some discussion, it was decided to buy 40% of his company shares for 300 million yuan.
Pang Zhonghua and Sima Yan are not the only talented people who have reached the financial peak with a single stroke of luck.
At the same time, Tian Yingzhang received compensation worth tens of millions in one lawsuit.
Look at Gu Zhongan, Lu Zhongnan... which one is more fuel-efficient?
How could Comrade Jiang Shan let go of this kind of calligraphy creation that was both mindless and highly profitable in royalties?
Need to put a foot in the door.
He originally only knew that Huang Yongyu and Wen Huaisha had some friendship.
I originally wanted to follow Pang Zhonghua's old path and introduce Jiang Feng to Huai Sha in the text.
"How fresh," Huang Yongyu smiled and looked at Shao Bolin:
"He and I have known each other for more than 20 years. Back then, he was afraid that Rong Baozhai's ink overprinting would be lost, so he personally came to ask me to study and study it. Only then did the Academy of Fine Arts offer this course..."
Recalling Huang Yongyu's past, he became increasingly breathless as he spoke: "Xiao Jiang, you haven't seen my level of woodblock painting, have you?"
"I've seen it before." How could Jiang Shan not have seen it before: "Isn't it just a monkey ticket?"
"That's nothing. I'll let you see my painting of Ashima another day. It's my most satisfying woodblock painting."
Jiang Shan nodded, he had already seen it.
By 1982, people all over the country will see Teacher Huang’s Ashima on the Ashima cigarettes produced by Yuxi Cigarette Factory.
"So, not only do you know Jiang Feng, but you are also very familiar with him?"
"Of course," Huang Yongyu pointed to the manuscript in his hand:
"I'll take these back first and find time to show them to him in two days. Then I'll listen to his suggestions. What do you think?"
"It's all up to you." What else could Jiang Shan say? It was too late to thank him: "I won't trouble you too much, right?"
"Don't be polite to me," Huang Yongyu waved his hand: "You came to me and Lao Shao with your work, didn't you just want us to plan for you?"
"Haha, you said it so bluntly," Jiang Shan smiled: "I feel embarrassed."
On weekdays, I always think about things for others, but when it's my turn, I really can't let go.
"It's okay," Huang Yongyu took a chopstick of fish to Jiang Shan: "It's best if you don't see us."
"It's best just like this. It means you don't treat us as outsiders." Shao Bolin also followed suit and got a piece of chicken.
"It's the post office in Yanjing after all," Jiang Shan said with emotion: "The food is really different."
"It's fat," Huang Yongyu changed his words after receiving Shao Bolin's look: "I'm talking about this chicken."
"I know," Jiang Shan took a bite of the chicken and said, "It's so fat!"
"This matter will probably have to wait a few more days," Huang Yongyu reminded: "It seems that you have to stay in Yanjing for a few more days."
"Don't worry, even if you do this quickly, I can't go back right away."
"Why?"
"Have you forgotten? We still have to take photos of Mayumi and Liu Xiaoqing!"
"Look at my memory," Huang Yongyu said with a wry smile: "I don't know what's going on lately, I can't concentrate my thoughts."
"Don't worry too much about your cousin's affairs," Shao Bolin thought: "You don't have the ability to solve it anyway."
"Oh, why does he need me to worry about him?" Huang Yongyu said with a smile: "Two days ago, the Propaganda Department personally visited him and extended an invitation."
Shao Bolin and Jiang Shan: "Oh?"
"It is said that there is something wrong with a musical in Lanzhou, and the Yanjing Propaganda Department will send a team of experts to Dunhuang to inspect and provide guidance!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shan immediately asked: "Are you here?"
"Me?" Huang Yongyu asked, "What should I do? I can't dance."
"Your cousin can dance?"
"Huh? How can he know how to do that?"
Shao Bolin was also surprised: "Then why did you invite him?"
"It is said that the dance of this song and dance troupe is based on the murals of Dunhuang," Huang Yongyu didn't know much:
"My cousin is not an expert in ancient costumes. I guess it has something to do with this."
"Dunhuang murals," Jiang Shan said word by word: "I have never seen Dunhuang murals in my whole life."
Shao Bolin raised his eyebrows: "Have I seen it before? How old are you?"
"Little guy," Huang Yongyu also said, "I have never seen one at my age."
"Then how about we go together?" Jiang Shan had already wanted to do this: "All the expenses are mine."
If the newspaper can't reimburse it, it won't be a big deal if Jiangshan pays for it himself.
"The key is to go and talk to the Propaganda Department yourself...you know what I'm saying."
"Don't worry, let me think about it carefully first. What you said made me tempted." Huang Yongyu took out his pipe and said nothing.
I hadn’t thought about it deeply before, but now after hearing Jiang Shan’s reminder, I realized that I could see the treasured murals of Dunhuang during this trip.
"I have some photos here, I think you will be interested in them," Jiang Shan said, taking out some photos of the nine-color deer drawings from his backpack:
"This is a work painted by a painter from the Meiying Studio based on the Dunhuang murals."
Shao Bolin looked at one picture after another, and the unique painting style struck his sight: "Is this a work they painted on site?"
Jiang Shan nodded: "The team from Meiying Studio stayed in Dunhuang for more than 20 days in total."
"Old Huang, look at this," Shao Bolin, who was already a little tempted, now started to get serious about it.
"I also want to take a look," Shao Bolin looked at Jiang Shan and said, "Xiao Jiang, let's discuss it."
"Hey, what are you two doing in front of me?" Huang Yongyu separated the two of them: "Since you have decided to go, it is best to go with the organization."
"Yeah," Jiang Shan and Shao Bolin nodded at the same time.
"That's a team of experts," Huang Yongyu thought deeply: "Xiaojiang, think about it carefully. When the time comes, if you take the manuscript out like this, the whole team will see your work."
"Then..." Jiang Shan didn't expect this level: "Secretary Jiang Feng is not going there?"
"Go, I'll go in the next two days," Huang Yongyu said: "Can it be a bad thing to be appreciated by more experts?"
"That is to say," Jiang Shan said happily: "Do you agree to go to Dunhuang?"
"Go, let's go together, I'll think of a solution."
All the way back to the guest house, Jiang Shan's lips never closed.
The first thing I did when I returned to my room was to wake up Zhang Lu: "Why are you sleeping in broad daylight?"
Zhang Lu, who was just about to take a nap, glanced at the excited Jiang Shan: "What are you doing? Did you find your wallet?"
"I found the wallet, I'll tell you what to do!"
Jiang Shan, who was lying on the other bed, shook his legs and said, "After we deal with Mayumi tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, you can go back to Pujiang first."
"What do you mean? You won't go back?"
"Brother, something big is coming next."
"Hey, what big thing can happen to you? I told you about Mayumi."
"Even if you don't tell me, Xiaoqing will tell me later."
"Return to Xiaoqing," Zhang Lu felt envious upon hearing this: "You are so dear to me."
"We have a purely working relationship."
"She didn't say something to you again, did she?"
"No, I will probably go to Dunhuang in two days."
"Dunhuang?" Zhang Lu's eyes dimmed: "There was a disaster there at the end of last month!"
"What?" Jiang Shan straightened up immediately: "What disaster happened?"
"flood!"
"No way? Even Dunhuang can be flooded?"
"How else can I say it happens once in a hundred years?"
Jiang Shan asked strangely: "Is there anyone at your station?"
"It was Zhou Yeming from Yanjing Station who told Gutai."
"Why haven't I seen any news reports?"
"What do you think?" Zhang Lu gave the other party a look of understanding: "I haven't gotten the broadcast permission yet."
"Hearing what you said," Jiang Shan said faintly, "I want to go to Dunhuang even more."
"Count me in if you want to go," Zhang Lu stood up and said, "I'll call Gutai right away. He will definitely support me."
"Let's go," Jiang Shan also stood up and put on his shoes: "I also want to call the newspaper office."
Today, Jiang Shan's works published in the weekend edition are available.
