Chapter 220 The special cave within the special cave
According to the plan formulated by Wei Yuanxing, "Pujiang Daily" will also complete the weekend expansion work this week.
"As far as I know, the reprint of "Gone with the Wind" continues to sell like hotcakes," Wei Yuanxing said with a smile: "Within a few days, it was sold out again."
Editor Wu on the side nodded, looked at everyone and said:
"So, Editor-in-Chief Wei and I discussed it and planned to publish the first twenty chapters of "Gone with the Wind" together in the first weekend expansion of "Pujiang Daily"."
"Next week it will be our turn for "Little Smart"," Wei Yuanxing smiled and pointed at Editor Wu: "I didn't expect that the novel you picked out was really a treasure."
"If you hadn't suggested science fiction, I wouldn't have thought of it!"
"I heard that Ye Yonglie was rated as an advanced popular science author?" Wei Yuanxing felt that he could write a big article on this: "As the publishing unit of his works, our newspaper should publicize it well."
"Don't worry, I have written several articles this morning."
"well done!"
"There is something else I want to report to you," Chief Editor Wu revealed: "Bryan, the British science fiction writer, is coming to our country for a visit."
"Oh, that's good news!"
"It is indeed good news," he looked at Wei Yuanxing and smiled:
"Chief Editor, I estimate that after he comes, our country will have more science fiction fans, and our Pujiang Daily will set a new circulation record by then."
Wei Yuanxing always had a smile on his lips. He waved his hand and said:
"There is no need to wait for him. This week will be the joint issue of "Gone with the Wind", and next week it will be "Little Smart". We will definitely break the circulation record of 150,000 within half a month."
There was another round of applause.
The editors-in-chief present were all clapping their hands vigorously.
At this moment, they seemed to have seen the huge bonus in their eyes.
Wei Yuanxing's words were obviously not finished yet: "As for the joint publication of the novels, we have to publish a notice in advance like Oriental Metropolis Daily."
"You're right to remind me," Chief Editor Wu was already doing the layout in his mind: "I will add this column notice to today's front page soon, so that our readers can look forward to it."
At the end of Pujiang Daily's pre-editorial meeting,
The pre-editorial meeting of Oriental Metropolis Newspaper also ended.
When walking out of the chief editor's office, Rong Bin couldn't help but said to Cai Wensheng:
"Lao Cai, how come this country knows everything? He even knows everything published in the National Youth Daily."
"You don't know that," Cai Wensheng said with a smile:
“Old colleagues from Pujiang Daily all know Jiangshan’s habit of collecting information on world affairs.
Do you know how many books and newspapers he subscribes to? He reads anything that screams loudly."
"So that's it," Rong Bin's eyes lit up: "It seems I have to learn from him."
Cai Wensheng waved his hand: "You definitely can't learn."
"How can I see it?"
"Because I can't learn," Cai Wensheng said bitterly, scratching his face:
"I can't even read these must-read newspapers and periodicals provided by our newspaper for free, let alone expand their scope."
"That's true. If it wasn't for work, I would still pick it up."
…
After sending away the last editor, Jiang Shan decisively closed the door of the editor-in-chief's office.
In front of the two visitors from Yanjing, he handed the boss a note.
"What's this?"
Looking at the note in front of him, Jiang Hai didn't understand what it meant.
"A book," Jiang Shan clicked on the note and said, "a book that has not been published yet."
Jiang Hai glanced at Lao San, stood up and prepared to add some water: "Tell me, what tricks are you planning to do again?"
"I'm not doing this for myself. This book might just be another serialized novel by our newspaper."
"What did you say?" Jiang Hai turned around with a look of disbelief on his face: "Are you going to take an unpublished book and make it a serialized novel for our newspaper?"
"To be precise, it will be published soon," Jiang Shan continued, "I have already inquired about it, and the book will be on the market next month."
Jiang Hai returned to his seat and looked at the note again: "A book that hasn't even been released yet...are you sure it will be popular?"
"Let me tell you, Mr. Jiang, if this book comes out, no matter whether it is a PHS or a PHS, it will not be as good at reading books as us!"
"Seriously," Jiang Hai couldn't help but laugh: "It's not science fiction again, is it?"
"Didn't I just say it? Science fiction is about to be in big trouble. It's too late for us to hide. Why should we get into trouble?"
"That's true. The title of this book isn't very science fiction, so what do you want me to do?"
The third child came to him with a book title that was not yet on the market.
Jiang Hai didn't need to think too much to understand that this was a task assigned to him.
"Don't you have some friendship with the people from the Education Publishing House?" Jiang Shan arranged:
"Let's find a way to discuss it with them and see if we can publish it at the same time as them.
At that time, we will promote it every day at the end of the series: This book is kindly provided by the Education Press."
"Friendly offer?" Jiang Hai's eyes widened: "Can you still do this?"
"This is advertising for them, the kind that happens every day. Otherwise, do you think he would agree to let us serialize the novel just for the sake of royalties?"
"Can't we discuss it with the author?"
"The key is here, the author has..." Jiang Shan spread his hands.
The three people in the room understood immediately.
"The author of this book has... disappeared?"
"Gone."
"Have you seen the contents of this book?"
"I have read several other excellent works by this author," Jiang Shan said with certainty, "but none of them are as good as this book."
Seeing that the third child was so determined, Jiang Hai felt relieved.
"Okay, I'll talk about this matter. If the negotiation doesn't work out," Jiang Hai laughed and said, "Then the Education Publishing House won't want me to help promote books in the future."
"That's right," Jiang Shan likes to see the boss's arrogant expression, but unfortunately there are very few of them:
"Since the launch of the first college entrance examination book list, we have helped them with so many free advertisements, and it's time to repay them."
"Don't worry, there are thieves over there. The best of both worlds, as soon as I tell them, they will definitely agree."
"Then I'll wait for your good news."
"Third brother," Jiang Hai said with a smile while holding a tea cup: "Can the book you recommend this time be as exciting as "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"?"
Jiang Shan shook his head and said with a smile: "They are not on the same level at all and cannot be compared!"
How can "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" compare with this book!
Hearing this, Jiang Hai wanted to call the editor-in-chief of the Education Press right away.
He wanted to see what level of book it was.
…
For two or three days in a row, Jiangshan was not idle.
After sending away Chen and Liu, the two generals, he basically became the newspaper publisher and the translation factory ran away from both ends.
At this moment, Jiang Shan was about to slip away again, but he was suddenly stopped by a postman outside the door: "Who is Jiang Shan? Here is a package from him."
"That's me," Jiang Shan was standing at the door: "Thank you, I brought it in specially."
Jiang Shan took the package and weighed it in his hand: "It's quite heavy. It looks like there's something in it."
At this time, he had already noticed the signature on the vellum: Yan Jing, Shao Bolin.
After opening the kraft paper in twos and twos, a large pile of paper was exposed.
Jiang Shan took a closer look and saw that there was also an envelope containing negatives and photos in this big pile.
He said nothing and just watched in silence.
[Xiao Jiang, this is the interview information that Berlin and I collected for you, mostly related to "Silk Road Flowers".
Don't be in a hurry to thank us. Berlin and I had a great time, but I'm still thinking about the pipe...]
At this moment, Jiang Shan tried his best not to raise his head, for fear of letting others see his sour red nose.
Somehow, whenever I think of the elders in Yanjing, they are arranging for me...
He couldn't stop criticizing himself.
If people treat me with sincerity, I will treat them with sincerity!
You can't always think about picking some of the other party's fruits, but you should also help the other party solve some problems.
For example, Mr. Shen’s book was always rejected by publishers.
When Jiang Shan was about to think further, he was attracted by an article in front of him.
"Special Cave in Special Cave", just by looking at the words, he knew it was an article written by Huang Yongyu.
When it comes to special caves, Jiangshan still knows a little bit about them.
In later generations, some of the caves marked as special caves in the Mogao Grottoes will be sold separately.
We charge you one or two hundred yuan for each hole, and it's as easy as playing.
Don't be too expensive. Once the stipulated number of people is reached, you won't be able to get in even if you want to.
But what does the special cave in the special cave refer to?
Jiang Shan looked down silently.
It turned out that after he and Zhang Lu left early, the Gansu-Suzhou Ministry of Culture provided more reference dance moves for the stage play "Silk Road Flower Language".
I specially sent photos of the Jinta Temple Grottoes, which are 300 years older than the Dunhuang Grottoes, to the expert group.
The Jinta Temple Grottoes were built in the Northern Liang Dynasty, and the most famous one is undoubtedly the Flying Flesh.
The so-called physical flying sky is a three-dimensional flying sky that is different from the flat murals.
In a photo taken by Jiang Shan, one can clearly see that in the grotto covered with murals on all sides, dozens of three-dimensional apsaras with various postures are "floating" under the gorgeous dome.
[It is said that if you stand in a certain place in the grotto and look up, you will find that the flying angels really seem to be flying.
The photo I stole for you was taken by the photographer standing there. How about it? It’s amazing, right?]
"awesome!"
Seeing this, Jiang Shan couldn't help but laugh.
After flipping through a few more pages, he finally found out.
I have just returned to Yanjing to perform a few performances of "Flowers on the Silk Road" and have already received a notice to perform at the Great Hall.
[My cousin was very happy when he learned that "Silk Road Flower Language" will also go to Pujiang to perform... I guess you will see us soon. 】
The next second, Jiang Shan didn't stop any longer and quickly packed up the information on the table and prepared to leave.
Prior to this, almost all the photos and interviews comparing "Nine-Colored Deer" with Dunhuang murals have been published.
At this moment, Huang Yongyu sent this package of information, which came in handy.
…
A little later than the agreed time, Jiang Shan finally appeared at Pujiang Translation Factory.
We have had more contact with him recently, and Qiu Yuefeng has become familiar with him.
As soon as he walked into Hu Xiao's office, he greeted with a smile: "You are finally here, Xiaojiang. I thought you wouldn't come today!"
"How is that possible, Teacher Qiu,"
Jiang Shan made tea for himself as soon as he entered the house, feeling as comfortable as if he were at his own home.
"What?" Hu Xiao, who was sitting in the armchair, asked, "The newspaper office is very busy this morning, can't you leave?"
"When I was about to leave, a friend from Yanjing mailed me a large package, so I opened it and looked at it for a while."
"Yanjing?" Hu Xiao asked quickly: "Is it Liu Xiaoqing? When will these actor friends of yours be in place? I can't delay!"
"Don't worry, Chen Peisi has been approved by the unit, and I'm just waiting for your written application," Jiang Shan estimated:
"The trouble is with Liu Xiaoqing. She is going through the transfer procedures these days. It will be soon as soon as this matter is over."
Hu Xiao nodded: "Have you thought about who to match Comrade Cuiping?"
Regarding this matter, Jiang Shan was unsure: "I should ask you about this matter. You and Teacher Qiu are the professionals."
"Lao Qiu," Hu Xiao turned and asked, "What do you think?"
Qiu Yuefeng thought for a while: "Judging from the timbre alone, neither Xiao Liu nor Xiao Pan are sweet and soft types. With slight adjustments, they can both dub Comrade Cuiping."
"It's the same as if you didn't say it," Hu Xiao shook his head and said, "Actually, my thoughts are the same as yours. It's really hard to choose."
Jiang Shan took a sip of tea and said, "Let's wait until they arrive. Then we can talk to Yu Zecheng and listen to our feelings before we decide."
"It's okay," Hu Xiao nodded and said, "In case anyone can't come, it will save trouble."
After a burst of laughter, the three people in the office reviewed the dubbing script for "Insidious" again.
While the discussion was in full swing, the phone on the table suddenly rang.
After Hu Xiao asked a few questions, he looked at Jiang Shan strangely: "Your brother is looking for you."
"My brother? That brother."
Jiang Shan asked and took the phone: "Hello~"
"Third brother," Jiang Hai on the other end of the phone asked confusedly, "Didn't you read today's newspaper?"
"Reading the newspaper? I'm too busy to take care of it," Jiang Shan was stunned: "Brother, why did you call here?"
"Xiao Ding said you were out, and I guessed you were at the translation factory," Jiang Hai's voice sounded very dull: "Hurry up and find a copy of the Liberation Daily..."
After putting down his elder brother's phone, Jiang Shan quickly asked: "Director Hu, do you have the Liberation Daily?"
"There must be one. How can I not have this kind of retribution?"
After saying that, I found a copy of that day's Jiefang Daily.
Jiang Shan held the newspaper in his hand and flipped through it quickly.
Every side is scanned very quickly.
Hu Xiao and Qiu Yuefeng next to them looked at each other, then lowered their heads and followed suit.
Suddenly, the mountains and rivers in front of him stopped.
At this time, his eyes fell squarely on an article: "Where has it drifted to?"
[This novel is not worthy of such strong recommendation. It treats slave owners who practice racial discrimination as heroes...]
At this moment, Hu Xiao also noticed this article: ""Gone with the Wind"... wasn't this book translated by Mr. Li?"
Jiang Shan slowly raised his head: "Director Hu, I have to go back."
