Jiang Shan gave a "go away" expression: "Scold me? It's too late to hurt me."
In the editor's office, there was a burst of thin laughter immediately.
After laughing, Cai Wensheng was the first to enter the topic:
"Since the publication of the novel "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", our newspaper office has received many letters from readers. Most of the contents are the same, asking about the follow-up content. Many readers are also very concerned about Comrade Bao Xiruo..."
Similar to the situation in history, in these letters from readers, a large part of the public organized and criticized Bao Xiruo in various languages.
"It's normal," Editor-in-Chief Jiang said with a smile, "When our newspaper serialized "Latent" and "Gunshots from the Security Bureau" before, many readers wrote in asking for follow-up content."
"That's not a question, it's just a forced question," Jiang Shan vaguely remembered:
"The communication room is almost surrounded. Fortunately, we have Master Lu in charge, otherwise we really wouldn't be able to stop them."
"I didn't like this Bao Xiruo at first," Rong Bin said with a look of disgust:
"I always feel that everything is caused by this bitch, but the more I look back, I realize that his son is the most hateful one."
"Hey hey hey," Editor-in-Chief Jiang Hai clasped his hands on the table: "I didn't let you express your opinions on Comrade Bao Xiruo, so hurry up and get back to the topic of the meeting!"
Cai Wensheng immediately continued the previous topic:
"Similar to the situation with "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", the bilingual serial "The Chronicles of Narnia" in the "Daily English Corner" has also been criticized by readers as not enough..."
"It seems," Jiang Shan looked at his elder brother: "The expansion of the version will be put on the agenda."
"Based on the expansion of the "Weekend" edition in these issues, there should be no problem with the expansion of our "Oriental Metropolis Daily"."
"This expansion is happening every day," Rong Bin reminded: "From four pages to eight pages, can the manuscript be used? Can the advertising volume keep up?"
"There is another most critical question," Cai Wensheng has been pondering: "How to determine the quotation after the expansion? Is it still three cents?"
Every one of them is a problem.
Jiang Shan nodded slowly: "In my opinion, the first thing that needs to be solved is the delivery problem."
The way of sending and receiving at the post office is still stuck in the old days.
If you want to significantly increase the circulation of "Oriental Metropolis Daily", you must first solve the problem of newspaper delivery.
"This is indeed a problem nowadays," Chief Editor Jiang shook his head:
"Although our Oriental Metropolis Daily is not a morning newspaper, we insist on the habit of leaving the warehouse at 5 a.m., but the post office has to wait until all other newspapers have been sent and received before coming to pick up the newspaper from us."
"So, people who want to buy our Oriental Metropolis Daily have to wait until after 7 o'clock in the morning."
"Ordinarily, the postage fee for our 150,000 newspapers is not a cent less than other newspapers," Rong Binte was not convinced:
"Why are we always pushed to the back? The Pujiang Daily is not a morning newspaper, so how can we get to the booth before 6 o'clock?"
"Who wants our newspaper to be young?" Cai Wensheng patted the other party and said, "Editor-in-Chief Rong, please be patient. It is not a matter of sooner or later, but a matter of delivery in suburban counties and neighboring cities."
"That's right," Jiang Shan nodded: "Sending it every two or three days or even once a week is too time-consuming. If we are not a die-hard fan of Oriental Metropolis Daily, who can wait?"
"What is an iron fan?" Rong Bin asked as he didn't understand.
"They are the readers who are obsessed with our newspaper." Jiang Shan accidentally brought up a new word: "I really like the Oriental Metropolis Daily. I am willing to wait as long as I want."
"As far as I know," Jiang Hai said:
"There are many schools in surrounding cities that subscribe to Oriental Metropolis Daily. The learning section and novel serialization, including the film and television section, can attract a large number of readers to our newspaper."
"Speaking of novel serialization," Rong Bin looked around: "Have you noticed the serialization in Pujiang Daily?"
"I know," Jiang Shan took a sip of tea and said, "Isn't it "The PHS Adventures in the Future"."
Unexpectedly, "Pujiang Daily" took the lead in publishing novels with science fiction themes. This turned out to be the credit of "Reader's Digest".
"That thing has been published a long time ago," Rong Bin shook his head: "I'm talking about their newly serialized novel "Gone with the Wind"."
"Gone with the Wind"? Jiangshan never expected that "Pujiang Daily" would be so fast.
He immediately put down the tea cup: "What day did it happen?"
"Just what happened yesterday," Cai Wensheng was about to say: "Although the second issue was only published today,... everyone sitting here has read "Gone with the Wind", right?"
Everyone sitting there shook their heads, except Jiang Shan.
Cai Wensheng was surprised: "Have you never seen it?"
Although editor-in-chief Jiang Hai is a little embarrassed, he doesn’t feel ashamed either:
"Isn't it strange that I haven't read it? This book was only released two months ago, and it was often out of stock in the meantime."
"That's right," Rong Bin also puffed up his chest: "Bookstores in smaller cities may not have this book."
"Have you bought "Gone with the Wind"?" Jiang Hai asked quickly after hearing this.
"After get off work yesterday, I went to three bookstores in total," Rong Bin said sadly, "I didn't see any of them, but today Lao Cai brought me a book."
"Is there any more?" Jiang Hai asked urgently.
"I'm not a bookseller. I just bought this book last month."
Jiang Hai sighed: "I called the Education Publishing House yesterday, and they said that this book was not published by their publishing house. It should be published by Pujiang Fine Arts Publishing House."
After speaking, he looked at Lao San.
"You just know how to look at me?" Jiang Shan couldn't be impatient: "This "Gone with the Wind" was translated by Uncle Li. He gave me two copies as soon as it was published and I will send them to you tomorrow."
"You told me earlier, how did I know that it was his old man who translated this book?"
"Which Uncle Li?" Cai Wensheng caught the word translation: "It couldn't be Mr. Li Ruocheng from "Daily English Corner"."
"If it's not him, who else could it be?"
"If I had known I would have brought this book and put it in our newspaper for serialization," Cai Wensheng almost beat his chest: "It just so happens that our newspaper still has a serialization that has not been finalized?"
"It seems that the novel "Gone with the Wind" is indeed very popular," Jiang Hai had to admit:
"Even rival newspapers are trying their best to buy it, which shows how popular "Gone with the Wind" is!"
Jiang Shan nodded in acquiescence, there is no doubt about the strength of "Gone with the Wind", after all, it has been the best-selling novel in the United States for ten years.
However, he has also chosen a century-old bestseller.
In Jiangshan's view, this book is more suitable for today's market.
As for "Gone with the Wind"... after all, it hasn't reached its best yet.
"It's a pity that someone else took the lead," Jiang Shan said unconcernedly: "The reprint of "Gone with the Wind" is already on the machine, which does give "Pujiang Daily" a window of opportunity."
"It's useless to think about it now," Jiang Hai said soberly: "Fortunately, our "Legend of the Condor Heroes" is also very good."
Several people in the office immediately laughed again.
Editor Cai is currently more concerned about: "Then let's discuss serializing another novel..."
After the supplement of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" pioneered the dual serial novel, many newspapers and periodicals followed suit.
"Editor Cai," Jiang Shan raised his hand to interrupt him: "Can you put that serial article aside for now and leave the section to me first?"
Cai Wensheng was about to ask, but Jiang Hai beat him to it: "What are you planning again?"
Jiang Shan didn't rush to answer, and took out two manuscripts and photos from the folder on the table.
"This is the interview report I compiled a while ago," Jiang Shan introduced:
"There will be several articles later with similar themes, so I am going to publish a few columns called "Where Are the Wonderful Cultural Relics?"
"Where are the wonderful cultural relics?" Editor Cai heard the key point: "What? I'm going to introduce the museum."
"It's not exactly for the museum either."
Although this has been the top priority of the Cultural Affairs Bureau in the past two years, Jiangshan's move is undoubtedly a helping hand.
"There are also some places of interest, such as Dunhuang," Jiang Shan pointed at the photo and said:
"There is a cartoon in the American Film Studio that uses stories from Dunhuang murals."
At this moment, a photo was being circulated among the editors.
Each photo is actually made up of two merged photos.
It may be an actual cultural relic or a drawing from "Nine-Colored Deer".
It may be a comparison between Dunhuang murals and "Nine-Colored Deer".
"Is this the story on the mural?" Cai Wensheng asked, pointing to one of the photos.
Jiang Shan raised his head and took a look: "Yes, the mural in Cave 257 of the Mogao Grottoes can also be said to be the earliest comic strip in our country."
"Changxin palace lantern, also known as the first lantern in China," Jiang Hai looked at the manuscript and read:
"It was unearthed from a Han tomb in Mancheng, Hebei Province. After it is lit, the smoke will automatically be absorbed into the body of the palace maid... It is currently hidden in the Hebei Museum."
"It should be this lamp," the moment Jiang Hai finished reading, Rong Bin also found a photo: "Is the picture next to it a still?"
"It's just a sketch," Jiang Shan explained: "It hasn't been completed into a film yet."
Rong Bin smiled and said: "It's not a matter of time."
Jiangshan put down the photo of the horse trampling the flying swallow:
"I hope so. These are the cultural relics in "Nine-Colored Deer" and comparison pictures with some Dunhuang murals. There will be several more issues in the future."
It is estimated that the improvement work of "Flower Rain on the Silk Road" is almost completed, and it will be their turn to play.
The musical "Flowers on the Silk Road" is no less popular than "In the Silent Place".
In two years' time, it will be put on the big screen.
Starting next month, any topic that can be related to this musical will receive special attention from the people.
Afterwards, after discussing the details, tonight’s layout arrangement was finalized.
The movie "Little Flower" has been released for three or four days, and more and more people are flocking to the cinema.
The two interviews that Jiangshan has already prepared for "Little Flower" will be published in the next two days.
One of the articles describes the behind-the-scenes footage of Liu Xiaoqing kneeling to carry a stretcher and climbing the Hundred-Step Ladder in Mount Huangshan.
In the accompanying picture, Jiang Shan fiercely captured Liu Xiaoqing's expression as he gritted his teeth and looked upward resolutely.
At the same time, in the LZ City Song and Dance Ensemble, Yanjing's expert team was sitting on the stage to express their respective suggestions for improvement of "Silk Road Flower Language".
"The actors' costumes and dance postures are already beautiful,"
Shen Congwen looked at the improved clothing and nodded: "If the hair accessories are too complicated, they will appear cumbersome and lose their nobility."
The director on the stage immediately pointed to an actress's hair and asked: "Professor Shen, do you need to remove some more flowers?"
"Yes," Shen Congwen smiled and nodded:
"It doesn't hurt to take more. The most beautiful thing about a woman is herself. Compared with the Tang Dynasty, women's hair is a work of art."
"Okay, Professor Shen."
Then, Shen Congwen pointed out several errors: "The nine jade-leaf gold hairpins on the head of the Jiedushi's wife are too long."
The director explained: "We read in the literature that it should be one foot long."
"One foot in ancient times was different from today's," Shen Congwen patiently explained:
"And the part inserted in the hair is included. Although art can be exaggerated, if it is too exaggerated, it will look very weird."
On the other side, song and dance master Wu Xiaobang is demonstrating several ancient Indian dance movements.
"Can you take a clear picture from so far away?"
While Huang Yongyu took a small notebook to record what Shen Congwen said, he also did not forget to instruct Shao Bolin on his photography techniques.
After Jiang Shan left the team early, Huang Yongyu took the initiative to undertake the following interview tasks.
As long as he finds something interesting, he will take pictures of it all.
"You have to get closer," Huang Yongyu frowned and reminded, "Didn't you see how that guy took pictures? He had to walk back and forth."
Shao Bolin, who was holding his camera and aiming at the Indian dance, whispered: "I don't dare to get too close, for fear that Old Wu will find out and beat me."
"What are you afraid of?" Huang Yongyu handed Shao Bolin the small notebook: "I'll take the pictures, and you'll take notes."
"Okay." Shao Bolin wiped his flower glasses: "Where did you remember it?"
Shen Congwen on the side took the initiative and said: "Just now I was teaching them how to make the jade-leaf golden hairpin shorter."
"What hairpin?"
"Jade Leaf Golden Hairpin..."
Shen Congwen spoke every word, and Shao Bolin remembered every stroke.
Several old comrades are very supportive of Jiangshan's cause, among them Huang Yongyu is the most active.
Nowadays, the team's schedule is what he is most concerned about.
Wu Xiaobang, who was performing a difficult movement, suddenly stopped moving.
"What are you doing, Xiao Huang?"
Huang Yongyu, who was sticking his butt out and posing in professional photography poses, waved his hand: "You dance your way, don't pay attention to me."
The experienced Wu Xiaobang smiled and switched to the next move: "What? You also want to learn to dance."
Several actresses around them tried their best to hold back their smiles.
Huang Yongyu took a picture of the action in front of him: "You are too advanced, I don't think I can come, maybe Berlin can."
"Haha, take pictures, take pictures, there's nothing you can't take."
Wu Xiaobang ignored him and carefully gave instructions on the dance moves of several actresses.
In this way, several top experts worked hand in hand to carve out the musical "Flowers on the Silk Road".
Young and old, working hard in the same direction, cherish every moment they spend together.
"Comrade Liu Xiaoqing, do you know what kind of behavior this is?"
Liu Xiaoqing, who was twisting the corners of his clothes with both hands, said nervously: "Secretary Ma, this is what I did with the permission of the organization, and Director He knows about it."
