"My love and my sweet dreams will always stay in your arms..."
In the small courtyard at No. 51 Anhe Street, the same singing sounded in the main room of Lao Jiang's family.
Although there are already two black and white TV sets at home, the Jiang family still likes to watch TV together.
"Second sister-in-law," Jiang Chuan said, listening to "Nostalgia" on TV, "if you can sing, you will be good."
Lu Xiaoyi was in a corner of the three-person sofa and smiled slightly: "Someday you practice your lines with me, and I will sing to you."
"Okay," Jiang Chuan loves doing this job most: "I can practice with you now."
"Forget it for today," Lu Xiao held his chin lazily: "Let's wait a few days."
Jiang Chuan looked at his second sister-in-law with a smile. He planned to say a few more words, but found that the other sister had been staring at the TV, so he also turned his attention to "The Legend of Three Gorges" again.
In the late 1970s, documentaries became the dominant program on various television stations.
Jiangshan thinks it is very good. It is also a good arrangement to let the people who stay at home preview the great rivers and mountains of the motherland through TV.
Just like now, when the scenery of the Three Gorges is shown in front of Jiang's father and Jiang's mother, they immediately feel that the TV set worth more than 400 yuan is worth buying.
"Your figure, your singing..."
Jiang Shan was lying on his nephew's bed and hummed along with Li Guyi unknowingly.
"Uncle Third," Jiang Xiaoyu, who was sitting at the small desk, immediately blinked: "You can also sing?"
"How fresh," Jiang Shan said with a smile, leaning on his arm, "Who doesn't know how to sing?"
"I'm not very good at singing," Jiang Xiaoyu opened the Chinese language book: "But I'm good at reading."
"She looks like your sister-in-law in this way," Jiang Shan said with a kind smile, "Here, let me read two passages to your third uncle."
"The capital, Tiananmen Square, the five-star red flag, is loved by people all over the country..."
"I'm a good reader, no worse than your second aunt," Jiang Shan leaned on the bedside quilt and said, "Show the book to my third uncle."
"Really?"
Being praised by his third uncle, Jiang Xiaoyu held his head happily and said with a smile: "I have read this lesson many times, but I am afraid that just like before, Xiaobai will memorize it before I can read it through."
"Huh?" Jiang Shan's eyes left the Chinese language book for an instant: "Little Baozi still has this ability?"
"Yeah~" Jiang Xiaoyu nodded vigorously: "Xiaobai is so smart. Every time he sits next to me and watches me read, he has already memorized everything before I remember it all..."
The more Jiang Xiaoyu spoke, the more mysterious she became. Jiang Shan looked at her and Yourong Yan's proud expressions and unknowingly started laughing along with them.
Xiaoyu and Xiaobai, the young brothers, used to not talk at home and even less when they went out.
Up to now, I still don't talk much when I go out, but when I'm at home... I don't mean to stop for a while anyway.
"Uncle Third," Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly lowered his head: "Do you think I am stupid?"
"You are so smart," Jiang Shan reached out and rubbed his little niece's head: "Chinese, mathematics, physical education, music, how much you learn every day, no one can compare with you."
"There is also labor class," Jiang Xiaoyu smiled again: "I also have to watch Xiaobai practice calligraphy!"
"It's awesome," Jiang Shan praised, then turned around and had an idea: "Our little Yu'er hasn't been to Tiananmen yet, right? Wait a while and the third uncle will take you to have a look."
"Really?" Jiang Xiaoyu was obviously shocked, and the next second he shouted to the outer room: "Come on, Xiaobai, Third Uncle is taking us to Tiananmen Square."
When she shouted like this, everyone watching TV in the main room stopped.
Tiananmen? They haven’t been there either!
Seeing Jiang Xiaobai running back to the back room happily, Jiang's mother waved her hands and said with a smile: "His third uncle must be coaxing the child to play!"
"That's right," Father Jiang also said with a smile: "The third child doesn't have that spare time."
At this moment, Jiang He did not express any opinions as before.
However, he knew in his heart that whatever the third child said to the child would always count.
Autumn is deep and the dew is heavy. Everyone has gone back to their small courtyards, and it is getting quieter and quieter.
In a lighted window, Li Ruocheng was looking at Jiangshan's window from time to time.
In the room, Jiang Shan was holding a glass of water and looking in the direction of the desk with a sincere face.
"Although you and I met by chance, since you chose to come to my home, it proves that we are still destined,"
Jiang Shan seemed a little nervous, picked up the water glass and took a sip:
"For such a long time, you have eaten and drank from me. Even if I don't eat it myself, I have never missed your share, right?"
Seeing that the other party was still looking at him with a confused expression, Jiang Shan continued:
"Look at how you look now. Your face is getting rounder and rounder, but you still ignore me. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
The other person seemed a little angry and rolled his eyes at him before getting up.
Jiang Shan quickly stopped him and said, "Don't leave yet, I still have something to say!"
After seeing the other party sitting down again, Jiang Shan also felt a little embarrassed: "I'm in trouble now, should you lend a hand and help me?"
The other party blinked his big round eyes, but remained silent.
"Just once, just once," Jiang Shan raised a finger and said, "Don't worry, I have experience and I promise I won't hurt you, but you have to cooperate with me."
"What's your expression? You can't even do what I ask you to do?" Jiang Shan pointed out the window and said, "Do you still expect my second brother to take care of you? How can he see you now?"
Meow, meow~
The civet cat squatting on the windowsill meowed several times at the scenery in the room.
"I'll take it as your promise," Jiang Shan picked up a plate of braised fish head and walked over with a smile: "Don't worry, as long as you are obedient, I will keep your favorite spicy food from now on."
After getting along with him for so long, he found that the prince was never picky.
No matter it's sweet, salty or spicy, as long as it's a little meaty, it can be eaten deliciously.
Sure enough, after a while, the prince filled the plate again.
A small crown made of copper wire fell from the sky.
The cat raised its round eyes and watched Jiang Shan put a gadget on it.
This thing is Jiang He's handicraft. The second brother, who was worried about it slipping, even tied an elastic band to the little crown.
"really not bad,"
Jiang Shan looked left and right: "Don't tell me, only you can hold up this hat. If it were an ordinary cat, it would never have your temperament."
Meow, meow~
Seeing that the old cat was getting impatient, Jiang Shan quickly raised his camera.
"Look here."
After a few swipes, I caught almost all the expressions of the civet cat.
After a lot of effort, the cat actually had no intention of leaving.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Shan simply took out his drawing book again.
That night, one person and one cat were facing each other like this.
When the morning light of the next day shines into the hut through the glass.
It happened to fall on a civet cat on the desk.
Under it is the first sketch of the cat's life.
The cat on the sketch paper has a furry head with a crown, and a round body with a velvety texture.
Not to mention how cute it is!
…
As usual, Qiu Yuefeng was the first employee to enter the office.
For so many years, he has always taken care of the sanitation work in the office before his colleagues even come in.
In Qiu Yuefeng's view, he is always the one who brings trouble to others.
Due to his own reasons, his wife, who was originally in the drama troupe, was removed from the official staff.
Director Hu also worked hard for him for a while.
What makes Qiu Yuefeng blame himself the most is that he caused his only daughter to go to the countryside to join the team.
While most young people are returning to their hometowns, my daughter has never received a notice to return home.
This was also the main reason why he chose to commit suicide four months later.
Outside the gate, Hu Xiao, who was holding a black briefcase, glanced inside: "Are you the only one here?"
Qiu Yuefeng, who had a European face, pulled off two navy blue protective sleeves: "It should be soon, they are not late."
Hu Xiao laughed and said, "You're not the one who arrived early."
"The temperature has dropped recently," Qiu Yuefeng said in the voice of Mr. Bayi, which didn't sound like a good person. "I guess I want to lie in bed for a while."
"Why don't you stay for a while?"
"I'm sorry," Qiu Yuefeng said with a smile, "It's a pity you didn't see it."
"Haha," Hu Xiao also laughed: "How are you doing with the script for "Latent"?"
"It's all divided," Qiu Yuefeng pointed to the table: "I'll give it to them in a moment. Do you want to take a look again?"
"No need," Hu Xiao turned around and walked out: "I'm most at ease with the matter left to you."
In fact, according to Hu Xiao's wishes, it is most appropriate to arrange Qiu Yuefeng into the group of "Zi Sansi Lang".
I heard that Pujiang TV station actually offered the translator and director of this drama a high salary of 30 yuan per episode.
How could Hu Xiao not know what Gu Zhengzheng was planning?
Isn't this a clear plan to poach people?
Hu Xiao, who had already entered the office, was still frowning.
How great would it be if the salary of 30 yuan per episode was given to Qiu Yuefeng!
After compiling 26 episodes, you can take home two TV sets.
But when Hu Xiao asked him to make a choice, Qiu Yuefeng took "Latent" without hesitation.
Asked him the reason, Lao Qiu said: "Jiang Shan mentioned this matter to me, and he said he would not rest assured until it was handed over to me."
As a result, the good job of "Zi Sanshiro" fell into the hands of Bi Ke.
"well,"
Thinking of this, Hu Xiao sighed slightly: "This is Xiao Jiang. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't agree."
The radio drama "Latent" is a self-operated project of the translation studio.
Naturally, employees will not be paid on a monthly basis.
At the Pujiang Translation Factory at this time, there was no such thing as salary based on episodes, because most of the translation work in the factory was based on movies.
In other words, in the past two years, the workload of dubbing has increased, so the bonus and overtime pay have been increased accordingly.
The issue of awarding bonuses based on the number of episodes was first initiated by "Zi Sanshiro".
Because those people who are assigned to the team are considered seconded, and the TV station must pay another hard-earned fee.
However, it is indeed very hard for the dubbing actors and dubbing directors to work on both sides.
There are only a few key players in the dubbing factory. The dubbing actors have to complete their work in the factory during the day and then rush to the TV station to work overtime after get off work.
Due to the dubbing progress of "Zi Sanshiro", the TV station has been urging me non-stop.
Halfway through the match, Bike couldn't bear it anymore and gave up the match.
There was no other way, so the factory had to arrange for the good-tempered Su Xiu to take over.
Despite the difficulties, other colleagues are still very envious of the dubbing team of "Zi Sanshiro".
There is no other reason, just because the other party gave too much!
Legend has it that in the end, the dubbing director's fee was mentioned at 100 yuan per episode, and the dubbing actor's fee was 20 yuan per episode.
Isn’t this eye-catching?
At this moment, Hu Xiao, who was still thinking, was suddenly awakened by the phone ringing on the table.
"Hello, I'm Hu Xiao," Hu Xiao asked directly, "Who are you?"
"It's me, Lao Gu,"
Gu Zhengzheng's voice came from the phone: "Are you okay now? I have a very interesting thing to tell you."
Hu Xiao didn't care at all: "What good can you do?"
"You're too lazy to listen, right?" Gu Zhengzheng hummed, "I'm too lazy to tell you, what's Qiu Yuefeng's office phone number?"
"Why are you asking?" Hu Xiao immediately warned: "You still want to poach him?"
"I do want to dig, are you willing?"
"If you stop thinking about it as soon as possible, he will definitely not leave me." Hu Xiao still has this kind of confidence.
"See how worried you are," Gu Zhengzheng couldn't help but laugh. He understood that Hu Xiao had been afraid of this recently: "What? Yanjing is asking for someone else from you again?"
"Don't mention this to me." Hu Xiao got a headache when he mentioned this: "That's you, otherwise I wouldn't care about the "Zi Sansi Lang" thing!"
"I rely on you to support me," Gu Zhengzheng coaxed his old friend: "Otherwise, I would have been fucked by someone long ago. If I don't talk about it anymore, I really have something good to tell you."
"Oh? What's a good thing?"
"Do you know who I was with yesterday?"
"who?"
"country."
Hu Xiao raised his eyebrows: "You two are getting together again."
"Do you know what we are doing together?"
"what?"
Gu Zhengzheng smiled and said: "Supervise the lottery activities of the Industrial and Commercial News!"
"Oh," Hu Xiao said in surprise: "Now this matter is all under Xiao Jiang's control?"
"Don't ask this yet," Gu Zhengzheng said proudly: "Do you know who won the first prize this time? That prize is a TV set?"
"Who do I care who he is?" Hu Xiao was too lazy to answer the matter, but the next moment: "What? Do we know this person?"
"You're right," Gu Zhengzheng smiled with satisfaction: "Not only do you know this man, but you also stay with him every day."
"Who?" Hu Xiao immediately sat up straight: "Quickly tell me who it is?"
Du~du~du~
The next second, there was only a beeping sound left in the receiver.
"His grandma's fault," Hu Xiao called back immediately: "I can't cure you yet..."
In the voice actor's office, several people were chattering around a copy of "Oriental Metropolis Daily".
Tong Zirong, who had made the most decisions, was rummaging through every corner of the newspaper with piercing eyes.
Ding Jianhua asked anxiously: "Is there any?"
"There must be," Bi Ke said firmly: "Isn't it written in the catalog on the front page? It contains the list of winners from the "Industrial and Commercial Daily"."
"Found it," Tong Zirong pressed his big hand: "Here it is!"
"Look at the list of first and second prizes..."
Enamel basins and toothpaste are simply not in the eyes of these people.
Everyone leaned down at the same time, and after a few minutes, they slowly raised their heads.
It was strangely quiet in the office at this moment.
"Here," Bi Ke pointed at the newspaper and said, "Qiu Moufeng from this translation factory...couldn't he be Lao Qiu, right?"
"What do you think?" Tong Zirong had already read it several times: "If it's not him, who could it be?"
Su Xiu across the table laughed: "Lao Qiu is really lucky. The first-prize TV set was actually imported."
"Who says it isn't!"
"It's still 18 inches!"
"What is 18 inches?" Suddenly, Qiu Yuefeng's voice rang out.
The colleagues gathered around the table all turned to look at the door.
Bi Ke was the first to ask: "Lao Qiu, where have you been?"
"Open the water," Qiu Yuefeng walked in with a smile, holding a thermos bottle in each hand.
"Teacher Qiu," Ding Jianhua looked at him with a smile: "You are so lucky!"
"Um?"
Facing a room full of smiling faces, Qiu Yuefeng's smile froze.
Just when his eyes were full of doubts, Hu Xiao, a tall and round-waisted man, ran over:
"Lao Qiu, you won the prize!"
"Huh?" Qiu Yuefeng grunted: "What did you win?"
Several people in the room said in unison: "The award from the Industrial and Commercial Newspaper."
Seeing the postures around him, Qiu Yuefeng seemed to feel something: "Have I really won? What kind of prize?"
"Grand prize," Hu Xiao raised his hands: "The biggest prize!"
"..."
At this moment, the same scene is happening everywhere in Pujiang City.
In the Hongqi Lane Processing Factory, there was also a circle of people surrounding a copy of Oriental Metropolis Daily.
"Master Li, take a closer look. This TV is imported."
A lesbian holding the newspaper was as excited as if she had won a lottery.
"Imported TV set?" Li Li felt like she was still in a dream: "I'm not dreaming, am I? Is it really my Lao Qiu who won the award?"
"What is published in this newspaper can be false,"
The lesbian simply opened her voice: "Three first prize winners... Qiu Moufeng, an employee of Pujiang Translation Factory."
"You can't be wrong," another woman said, already extremely envious: "Master Li, you have to treat me this time."
"Yes, we must treat you."
"This is an 18-inch imported TV. Your wife is so lucky!"
