Chapter 228 It’s time for the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to honor its rewards
The early morning sunshine shines on the land of Pujiang inch by inch.
The continuous autumn rain for several days came to an end.
Today's Jiangshan woke up very early unlike in the past.
At this moment, he had already ridden a bicycle and visited the newsstands around his home.
"Hey," he said as he gnawed on a rice ball, his mouth full of fragrance, "It's really the same as what big brother said."
In Pujiang City, you must read "Oriental Metropolis Daily" before 6:30 every morning. This is a notice sent to Comrade Jiang Hai by the dispatching department of the Post Office not long ago.
Unexpectedly, I actually did what I said.
At this moment, Jiang Shan was in a good mood and went home early with two bags in hand.
I didn't even notice the two pieces of news on the newsstands in the National Youth Daily and the People's Daily:
"Are science fiction novels surnamed Ke or Wen?", "Scientific nature is the origin of ideological nature."
It didn’t take long for these two articles, like a series of thunderous articles, to completely blow up the science fiction world.
In the editorial office of Oriental Metropolis Daily, Cai Wensheng excitedly held a copy of the National Youth Daily and walked back and forth.
"In the opinion of some experts, Comrade Ye Yonglie's novel is actually a kind of pseudo-science that attracts people's attention... Did you hear that, they criticized it by name."
"I heard it, I heard it," Jiang Hai nodded slowly: "I really didn't expect it. I thought that when the British guy came, he would help science fiction!"
"I think the same thing as you," Rong Bin said with a rather gleeful expression, "I guess those science fiction authors thought the same way. Who would have thought that the flood would wash away the Dragon King Temple."
Jiang Hai smiled and shook his head: "What else did you say next? You didn't just name Ye Yonglie, right?"
"Experts believe," Cai Wensheng continued reading: "Science fiction novels cannot be compared with popular science books, and there is the possibility of poisoning young children...Science is the first, and unscientific novels are nonsense."
"Gone?"
"That's it?"
"What?" Cai Wensheng opened his eyes and asked, "Isn't this fatal enough? Just watch, from today on, all science fiction writers will suffer!"
"well,"
Although it had nothing to do with him, Jiang Hai also sighed at this moment:
"What's going on these days? First it's Gone with the Wind, and today there's science fiction, and then..."
He stopped what he said next in time, but it still made Cai Wensheng break into a cold sweat.
Fortunately, I had listened to Jiang Shan’s advice before, otherwise the newspaper would have had to clean up the mess for the serialization of the science fiction novel!
"Chief Editor Jiang," Cai Wensheng said sincerely: "Our newspaper is lucky to have Section Chief Jiang. It saves everyone inside and outside so much worry!"
"Hahaha," Rong Bin knew what he was thinking about, and couldn't help laughing at this moment: "Look, Lao Cai was so frightened that his face changed!"
"Don't worry, Lao Cai," Jiang Hai blew on the freshly brewed tea: "Even if the science fiction novel you suggested is published, it won't be a big deal. There are other people who should worry about it."
"That's right," Rong Bin had already thought of it: "I guess the Pujiang Daily is holding an emergency meeting right now!"
On the other side of the city, warm sunshine splashed on the office building of Pujiang Daily.
Looking at the rising sun spreading wantonly outside the window, Wei Yuanxing's face almost turned to tears.
"Don't argue anymore,"
The editor-in-chief's words promptly stopped the debate in the conference room: "I have decided, change!"
After a moment of silence, Editor Wu tried to ask: "Chief Editor, do you want to replace Ye Yonglie's novel?"
"Replace them all," Wei Yuanxing closed his eyes and said, "Replace all the two serials."
"But the other one...that People's Daily only approved Ye Yonglie's novel!"
"As long as there are science fiction novels in our Pujiang Daily," Wei Yuanxing said clearly, "there is a possibility of being surrounded and suppressed. Do you still want to wait for him to call your name?"
"We can't wait," another editor said with a frown: "The article has already pointed out that science fiction is poisoning young people. We must withdraw it immediately, so as not to be criticized by the public later."
"Do you think that if we suddenly pulled two serialized articles, readers would stop scolding us?" Chief Editor Wu is afraid of this now:
"Didn't our newspaper get scolded a lot because of the withdrawal of Gone with the Wind a while ago?"
"What does it matter if I get scolded by them?" Wei Yuanxing didn't care: "The key is how the superiors view our newspaper."
"Since the serialization of "Gone with the Wind" was stopped, the circulation of our newspaper has dropped a lot. If it stops again..."
"Now is not the time to worry about this," Wei Yuanxing knew what the other party wanted to say: "We will discuss the issue of circulation volume later."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone knocked on the door: "Editor-in-Chief Wei, the call from the Municipal Propaganda Department sounds quite urgent."
Wei Yuanxing's eyes immediately flashed with panic, and then he walked out quickly.
"It's broken, it's broken... I'm really afraid of what will happen!"
"It's not that exaggerated. Let's not scare ourselves."
"You said you were young, but you immediately jumped up and down the rubber band," the old comrade shook his head and said, "Why is the Propaganda Department calling at this time?"
"You think why our newspaper is so unlucky?" Editor Wu had long wanted to ask the sky: "How come something happens to whichever novel we publish?"
"No!"
"Then tell me, our next serial...whose novel should be published?"
Just as everyone in the conference room stared at each other, Wei Yuanxing hurried back.
The first thing I did after sitting down was to drink a glass of water.
"Everyone, please listen to me," he then announced loudly: "From now on, our newspaper will not touch anything that has anything to do with science fiction."
"What's wrong, editor-in-chief?"
"The situation is serious," Wei Yuanxing's eyes slowly drifted out the window: "The winter of science fiction... is coming."
In the phone call just now, the Propaganda Department not only asked him several rhetorical questions, but also conveyed the latest instructions to him:
Qian always has to start sorting out the "chaos" of science fiction!
At the same time, Jiang Hai from Oriental Metropolis Daily also slowly hung up the phone.
"Lao Cai, I take back what I just said!"
"Which sentence?"
"Even if the science fiction novel you suggested is published, it won't be a big deal," Jiang Hai shook his head and said, "Fortunately, it wasn't published!"
"What am I talking about?" Cai Wensheng understood immediately: "Thanks to Jiang Shan, we have to stop him, otherwise, we won't be able to be at ease now!"
…
At this moment, Comrade Jiang Shan and Jiang Xiangnan were sitting calmly in the director's office of the Second Pujiang Garment Factory.
After looking at the design drawings submitted by the other party, Director Wu laughed: "Lao Jiang, your sons are becoming more and more successful each one. Even the young and old can design clothes."
"That's right," Jiang Xiangnan was no longer modest: "You don't even know whose seed they are!"
"Haha, you are still the best," Director Wu laughed for a while and then started to get down to business: "Supposedly, our factory often cooperates with the business of processing samples, but yours... is not easy to handle."
"Why? Is there any difference?"
Before Jiang Shan could say anything, Jiang Xiangnan asked directly: "Although it is a joint venture, it is still very formal!"
"I didn't say it was illegal," Director Wu looked at the information in his hand and said:
"Lao Jiang, you know best. We don't care whether it is work clothes from other units or school uniforms. As long as they come out of our factory, they must be sewn with the logo of Pujiang No. 2 Factory. This requirement of yours... But it has never been done.
It’s something!”
Jiang Shan understood, he had heard the other party's meaning clearly.
This is because I don't want to give him the trademark of "spring style".
"Uncle Wu," Jiang Shan said with a good attitude, "I can't help it. The key person is that foreign companies care about their design patents, so they are particularly concerned about trademarks."
"That's it," Manufacturer Wu looked at the few pages of design drawings in his hand: "How about your clothes... Xiao Jiang, your dad and I are old colleagues, don't blame uncle for talking too much."
"how could be!"
"Anyway, from my professional point of view, the designs of these clothes in your unit are not very good, and the sales in the future are probably not good enough. How about you go back to discuss it?"
"..." At this moment, Father Jiang's face was already very ugly: "Director Wu, don't worry about sales for now, but the trademark matter...can't we discuss it?"
"The key point is that there is no precedent for this matter, so I can't start it for you!"
"Old Wu," Jiang Xiangnan said at this time, hoping that the other party would give him a favor: "If you can't help me, we have nothing to say about how to charge the processing fee."
"Lao Jiang," Director Wu said, "If I opened this second factory, I would process it for you for free. The key is that it is public, and the factory director cannot violate the regulations."
Having said this, Jiang Shan knew that there would be little point in talking further.
State-owned factories have the same rules as state-owned factories, and they will not change their stance easily for the sake of economic benefits.
Besides, people might not even look down on my 30,000 pieces of clothes.
When Jiang Shan and Jiang Dad walked out of the door of the factory director's office.
Director Wu immediately picked up the phone on the table.
After exchanging a few words with the other party, Director Wu frowned and asked:
"My old secretary, that's an order for 30,000 pieces of clothes. I've been told that there should be several more batches to come. Can't we be accommodating?"
"I still say the same thing, since the clothing is produced by our factory, it must be labeled with the factory logo of the Second Garment Factory!"
Yes, Director Wu shook his head and put on the phone.
Although I had already expected the result, I still wanted to ask more.
The result is really the same, there is no room for negotiation.
It wasn't until he walked out of the factory with his son that Jiang Xiangnan couldn't help but ask, "Do you have to put on that Chunfeng trademark?"
"Of course," Jiang Shan analyzed to his father: "If we sew on the second factory's trademark for convenience, if the sales of the first batch of clothes become popular, aren't you worried that someone will cut off the Hu?"
"Huh?" Father Jiang woke up at one o'clock: "Don't tell me, it's really possible."
"Actually, I'm not worried that some factory will do whatever we want," Jiang Shan continued his analysis: "I'm just worried that your factory won't produce for us... Where can we reason with you then?"
"Yes, yes," Jiang Xiangnan became more and more likely the more he thought about it: "As long as it is the trademark of your joint venture company, the factory will still have some scruples. If it is the trademark of the second factory, you really can't tell."
"right!"
In today's domestic market, copyright is not considered at all, only impact is considered.
Jiangshan can at least make quick money under the guise of foreign investment.
In fact, he is not greedy. If he can earn enough for three batches, he is already very satisfied.
Anyway, the domestic market is big enough, even if there are latecomers, the impact on him will not be that big!
However, the previous "plastic toy" incident must be put to an end.
"When I make enough money in the first half," Jiang Shan whispered, "I'll leave the second half to everyone."
"Just like today's bell-bottom pants," Dad Jiang certainly knew what he meant: "We can only compete on price."
"Bell-bellied pants can still last for a while," Jiang Shan thought of the future denim bell-bottoms: "It depends on how the market changes."
"Don't think about what's going to happen next." Dad Jiang's Sichuan pattern appeared again: "Let's think about what to do now."
"What's wrong now?"
"No," Father Jiang glared at the third child: "Have you forgotten about the trademark?"
"Oh," Jiang Shan scratched his forehead: "Don't worry, I'll find a way to go there."
"What can you think of?" Father Jiang originally thought that he could help, but he didn't think that he could do anything.
Only then did he understand why Old Wu climbed up with all his strength in the first place.
"Oh," Father Jiang sighed, "If I had known it would be so difficult now, I should have fought hard for you."
"Dad," Jiang Shan put his hand on his father's shoulder: "You have already helped me a lot, let me handle this little thing myself!"
"Little things?"
"Don't worry, these are all small things to me."
"Hey," Father Jiang shook his head: "Just blow it!"
…
An hour later, Director Dai of the Municipal Industry and Commerce Bureau welcomed Jiang Shan into the office with a smile.
"What kind of wind is blowing today," Director Dai said with a smile while holding tea: "It actually blew your little river."
"Director Dai," Jiang Shan was not good at beating around the bush: "I came to your Three Treasures Hall today because I was forced to do so."
"Huh?" Director Dai immediately stopped smiling:
"Xiaojiang, let me tell you, let's not mention that you left a reward from me that has not been cashed in. Even if there is no such thing, with our friendship, can outsiders bully you?"
Regardless of whether Dai Ju can help him solve this matter, just because of Dai Ju's current status, he can say these words to himself without any scruples, which is enough to move Jiangshan for a while.
"Dai Ju," Jiang Shan said truthfully, "Originally I didn't want to trouble you, but thinking about it carefully, you may be the only one who can help me with this matter."
"Speak directly if you have something to say." Neither Dai Ju nor Junior had any need to beat around the bush: "Don't be polite to me!"
At this moment, he was much happier when he saw Jiangshan than when Jiangshan saw him.
Because if it’s a little later, Director Dai will have to call Jiang Shan...