The country is clear, who doesn’t want to make money.
They are really too poor, and few people of their generation are afraid of hardship.
People are not afraid of poverty, but they are afraid of comparison.
No matter whether you are a small family or not, progress can only be achieved by comparison. Don't always label yourself as vain.
As long as you get it properly, you can enjoy the glory that wealth brings.
"Of course I make money, otherwise why would I draw it?"
Jiang Shan opened the drawer and took out a few pieces of unfinished manuscript paper. These drawings were discarded due to slight mistakes.
Then, he took out a few blank sheets of manuscript paper.
"In the past, when people learned to write poems, they often said that they had read three hundred Tang poems by heart and could recite them even if they could not write poems. In fact, the same goes for painting."
"You mean you have to follow the painting?"
"Yes, this is called copying. I'll teach you how to draw some basic lines right away, and then you can start copying. Don't worry about how ugly the drawing is. You'll get the hang of it as you draw, just like the ancients practiced calligraphy on monuments."
"Is this how you learned it?"
Jiang Shan nodded: "Yes, look how good I am at painting now, but I had no foundation at all at the beginning and it took me a long time to learn."
Jiang He also nodded. He knew in his heart that the price of three yuan per page meant that drawing a little book was not as easy as he thought: "It took me a long time to learn, and your second brother's temper has calmed down."
"Then let's get started." Jiang Shan knew the second child's personality. He didn't like to talk, but he was definitely a ruthless person: "Let's practice these pictures first, and then we'll talk about the next step."
Tomorrow is Sunday, Jiangshan doesn't need to go to the printing factory tonight.
There are only two employees in the shipping room of the printing factory. On weekdays, when it's their turn to take a break, the two of them take breaks. Today, it was Jiang Shan's turn.
The autumn night is slightly cooler, and the bright moon has gradually become full.
The courtyard was quiet, except for the occasional wild cat that ran quickly across the tiles on the roof.
In a small room, no one from Jiangshan or Jianghe was willing to lie down.
Jiang Shan was still lying on the desk, but Jiang He found a square board somewhere and placed it on the bed, bending his waist and practicing meticulously.
The two brothers had not left the hut since the afternoon and were reluctant to put down their paintbrushes even while eating.
In one night, the whole family knew that the book "Three Strikes of White Bone Essence" that the third child had been holding in his arms all day long was for the purpose of drawing little people's books.
"It is said that you can get three yuan in royalties for a painting." Ma Jiang was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Thinking about it, she felt that she had hope for the future.
I didn’t expect that the third child in the family who could earn a lot of money would be the third child.
Father Jiang didn't fall asleep either. He sighed and said, "It's not easy. I haven't seen the dark circles under my eyes that I painted every day."
"hehe."
"Why did you suddenly laugh again?"
Jiang Ma wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes: "I really didn't expect that after a long time, my Xiaoshan has become an intellectual."
Father Jiang turned over and said, "At best, he is an intellectual bastard."
"It's nonsense. It's a translation, and it's a painting. How can a person be fake? If he is fake, can people use him?"
"Hoo~"
In the small room, Jiang He held a porcelain jar and turned around: "Mother, when I make money, I will first buy a writing desk that is heavy on both ends."
Jiang Shan smiled: "A desk that is heavy at both ends? Where to put it? You should buy a room first." (A desk that is heavy at both ends refers to a desk with a drawer in the middle and a cabinet door on each side.)
Although Jiang He didn't dare to think about it in his heart, he still said happily: "Yes, buy a big house first, and then we brothers will move in together and return this house to my little sister."
"Ok, deal."
"But..." Jiang He stood behind Jiang Shan and looked at him: "What are you painting?"
At this time, Jiang Shan had stopped painting the little book. What was spread on the writing desk was the large white paper he just bought in the afternoon, which cost 50 cents in a big stack.
In addition to pictures, there are text on the paper. Mr. Jiang, who is used to using PPT presentations, is inputting the advertising creativity he wants to express in handwriting.
"This girl's name is Mona Lisa," Jiang Shan kept writing: "It's a world-famous painting."
"Do I still know who this girl is?" Jiang He stuck out his butt and bent over, frowning at the sight: "I'm asking you why you painted her?"
At this moment, Jiang Shan had already drawn four or five world-famous paintings on his manuscript paper.
Although the structure is simple and there is no color, anyone who knows it can see it at a glance.
"Today during the day, I went to the TV station with our factory director,"
Jiang Shan said while drawing: "The station manager over there wants an advertisement for "Don't Smoking". It's just a short video. I... want to try it."
Jiang He was shocked when he heard this. He didn't expect Lao San to be with these factory directors and station directors on weekdays.
No wonder my mother always praises him for his talent.
Time was ticking, Jiang He didn't ask any more questions, he just stood behind Jiang Shan and watched quietly.
Gradually, Jiang He discovered that except for the Mona Lisa, he had never seen the following pictures.
The advertisement that Jiangshan is preparing for Pujiang TV comes from a later CCTV public service advertisement called "Famous Paintings".
As the name suggests, this advertisement features world-class paintings.
The first one is Leonardo da Vinci's "Mona Lisa", followed by "Girl with a Pearl Earring" and "Fruit Plate, Cup and Apple".
Further down is Monet's double play, "Woman Holding a Parasol" and "Sunrise".
And "The Woman Pours Milk"...
This public service advertisement is only 40 seconds long. To put it bluntly, it is the transformation process from "World Famous Paintings" to "World Dark Paintings".
The reason is of course "smoking".
At the beginning of the commercial, except for the tense soundtrack, everything on the screen was normal.
Gradually, a puff of smoke slowly drifted by, and the "Mona Lisa" frowned and raised her hand to fan.
Then came "Girl with a Pearl Earring". When the smoke drifted past her, she rolled her eyes and fainted.
Then came "Fruits, Cups and Apples", a plate of juicy fruits that seemed to fade in the smoke.
The funniest thing is "Woman Holding an Umbrella". As soon as Monet's wife saw the white smoke, she immediately picked up her son and turned around and ran away, leaving only a gray grassland.
In Monet's "Sunrise", a strange illusion appeared in the smoke...
It wasn't until "The Woman Pours Milk" appeared that the woman holding the milk bottle looked down at the smoke and saw that the man behind the scenes was actually "Van Gogh's Self-Portrait". He was holding a pipe and puffing away the smoke in ecstasy.
The root of all evil turns out to be a cigarette.
Then the smoke continued to disperse, "The Scream" went crazy, "The Flute Boy" ran away, and "Sunflower" failed...
Finally, after "Count Baldassare" appeared, the pipe in Van Gogh's hand was snatched away by the count.
An iconic "No Smoking" warning picture jumped onto the screen in time.
The tense music also stopped abruptly.
In his last life, Jiang Shan was deeply impressed by this public service advertisement from CCTV and believed that its creativity surpassed most "no smoking" advertisements.
After it was broadcast, it really attracted countless praises.
It was even once competed to be played by major traffic websites.
