The north wind is blowing, and the snowflakes are flying.
Outside the gate of Yanjing Education Publishing House, Jiang Shan was busy lighting cigarettes for Huang Yongyu and himself.
"Thanks for coming with you today, otherwise I might not be able to get those three prefaces!"
This time I went north to Yanjing City, not only to shoot some materials for "Into the Campus", but also for the upcoming reprint of "Jiangshan Fountain Pen Copybook".
The second time he cooperated with Yanjiao Publishing House, Comrade Jiangshan still did not easily bring up the cooperation method of royalties sharing.
The first is because of the help of Secretary Yang Meijiang, and the second is, of course, because my current arms are not thick enough.
Therefore, Jiang Shan's purpose in going to the publishing house this time was not only to get a royalties of up to 900 yuan, but also to get three prefaces for his fountain pen copybook.
The most impressive thing about the thin book "Jiangshan Fountain Pen Copybook" is the opening chapter: three "letters of recommendation" handwritten by Shen Congwen, Huang Yongyu, and Jiang Feng, the director of the Central Academy of Fine Arts.
At this moment, the original copies of these three prefaces were already in Jiang Shan's hands.
"Those three prefaces were originally written for you. Why did the publisher suppress them and not give them to you?"
Although, Huang Yongyu did come to support Xiaojiang today.
But he originally thought this was not a difficult matter. After all, today's publishing houses have no awareness of preserving the originals.
Once it is adopted and published, no one will bother about what happens next.
It’s all up to the editor to handle it himself.
Rejection of a manuscript is a different matter. If the author submits a thick manuscript, the publisher will of course have to send it back intact.
But if the publisher receives a single article, or a short novella with a few pages, then the editor can only say sorry.
Because they simply don’t have the energy to return them, nor do they have the funds to mail them one by one.
After all, in the 1970s and 1980s, the number of literary and artistic young people and self-righteous literary and artistic youth was too large.
"This is indeed the truth." Jiang Shan also knew that the owner of these three prefaces came for him:
"But, didn't you see President Zhu's expression just now? He was still a little reluctant."
"Why didn't I see it?" Huang Yongyu smiled: "She was worried that you would take these prefaces and the words "you" to other publishing houses, but if you really want to do this, she can't stop you. live."
Just now in the president's office, President Zhu praised Jiang Shan for quite a while.
Although he just stared at Jiangshan's pen words and kept cheering, he didn't mention the phone order ring.
But both Jiang Shan and bystander Huang Yongyu could see it clearly.
This "Jiangshan Fountain Pen Copybook" must have become a bestseller.
Few pages, plenty of open space, no need for paper labels, no space occupied, suitable for all ages, and rare things are valuable.
The most critical advantage is that you are not afraid of being labeled randomly.
Although Comrade Jiangshan wants the original copies of these prefaces, he just wants to keep them as a souvenir for himself.
But Teacher Huang's words did reveal Jiangshan's later plans.
"She really can't stop it."
But if the conditions are the same, Jiangshan will still hand over the copybook to Yanjiao Publishing House for continued publication.
"The wind is really crazy today," Jiang Shan watched helplessly as the puff of smoke he blew out spread out in all directions.
"Yanjing City, the coldest time is coming," Huang Yongyu raised his head and glanced at the sky, where small snowflakes were dancing in the wind: "I won't see you off tomorrow morning."
"Even if you want to send me off, you won't let me go," Jiang Shan said, looking at the sidewalk not far away: "Just stay in bed quietly!"
"That's right, they are following us all the way anyway!"
On the sidewalk that had been covered with a thin layer of snow, Liu Xiaoqing, who was covered tightly, was standing against the wall with his hands in his pockets.
Even though it was so cold that I was jumping to my feet, I still yelled at the two children from time to time.
Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai, who had been familiar with Liu Xiaoqing for a long time, didn't care about what she was shouting at this moment. They just followed Chen Peisi and chased the snow happily.
"These two kids haven't seen snow yet, have they?" Huang Yongyu stopped: "It's so exciting to see them."
"It also snows in Pujiang River, but children must enjoy it every time."
Jiang Shan glanced at the TV station car parked on the roadside, quickly waved and shouted: "Get in the car and let's go!"
"Oh~"
Compared to the first day when they got off the bus, Xiaoyu and Xiaobai became more lively and comfortable.
The Great Wall, Tiananmen Square, Yanjing University, Yanjing Hotel, Quanjude... In any case, they can be regarded as flowers of the motherland that have seen the world.
However, it seems that the third uncle, who is seeking public benefit for personal gain, has not taken enough advantage.
The Forbidden City is red, the Forbidden City is snowy, and the Forbidden City is as beautiful as a picture scroll.
Zhong Ling Yu Xiu, Shuimu Tsinghua who is tireless in educating people.
Accompanied by his friends, Uncle San led the two children to successfully visit the last two landmarks of Yanjing in the snow.
When the big three and the young hurriedly got into the soft sleeper box, the train on the Beijing-Shanghai line soon started moving again.
"You two have worked hard these days,"
Jiangshan himself was very tired, and he knew that it was not easy for Peisi and Xiaoqing these two days, after all, the children were in their hands.
"So I'm going all out today. Have you seen this soft sleeper?" Jiang Shan pointed up and down: "It's reserved for us."
"Hey~" Chen Peisi looked around and said, "This room is nice enough!"
When he came to Jiangshan, Liu Xiaoqing was already thinking about it: "This is the carriage when you came, right? This is my first time staying in this class!"
"Whenever we go out in the future, we must be assigned this level!"
Before these two people developed, Jiang Shan felt that he should impress them as many times as possible.
"When you get hungry, go to the dining car and order whatever you want." When Jiang Shan said this, he specifically said to Chen Peisi: "No one is allowed to be polite to me."
"I know you are righteous," Chen Peisi smiled out the window: "When you are enjoying yourself, you don't forget to bring your brothers with you."
Boom boom boom…
Walking on a country road...
Chen Peisi was right. On the way back to Pujiang, she ate, slept, and listened to small songs. The laughter and singing in the entire box never stopped.
Only after conducting on-the-spot inspections in this era did Comrade Jiang Shan fully understand.
No wonder so many people at the 1983 Spring Festival Gala kept singing the song "Hometown Love".
It turns out that there are very few songs from this time period, and even fewer that are appreciated by the people.
…
Compared to Yanjing, Pujiang has some advantages in winter.
However, it's different once you enter the house. After all, it's not a place where you're used to lighting a stove.
We can only resist!
"Starting from today, our factory's dubbing crew for the "Latent" radio drama will officially open for business."
At this time, the "Latent" radio drama studio was packed with talents.
After the factory director Hu Xiao announced the opening of the wheat, there was a burst of applause.
"Let us welcome with applause once again, the three comrades Pan Hong, Liu Xiaoqing, and Chen Peisi."
After Hu Xiao finished speaking, he took the lead in applauding.
"Please, everyone, please look in my direction."
Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu, who were holding cameras at the same time, shouted loudly.
Then, everyone cooperated and walked to the office building, and Jiang Shan took a few "start-up" promotional photos with satisfaction.
"Comrades, please work harder,"
Facing a group of his old acquaintances, Jiang Shan really felt that his daily life was not in vain: "Let's all shout together, good luck!"
"Come and get ready to see the camera,"
Zhang Lu stared at the camera and shouted: "Good luck with the startup."
"Good luck~"
A group photo of the startup was completed so smoothly.
At this moment, Zhang Lu's camera began to move along with Ding Lingling.
"Hello, fellow viewers, I am Qiao Zhen, who voices the male protagonist Roy in "The Blue Bridge". In the radio drama "Latent", I will continue to voice the male protagonist Yu Zecheng..."
"Hello everyone, my name is Liu Xiaoqing. In the radio drama "Latent", I will voice the heroine Cuiping."
"Hello everyone, I am Ding Jianhua, who voices Zhen Youmei. In the radio drama "Latent", I will be playing the role of Late Autumn..."
"Hello, fellow viewers, I am Pan Hong, and I would like to congratulate you on the successful launch of the radio drama "Latent"."
"I am Chen Peisi, congratulations on the successful opening of the radio drama "Latent"."
"I am Tong Zirong, congratulations on the radio drama..."
"Hello viewers, my name is Lu Xiao, and I am also the Xiangzi in "The Gorgeous Family". I will be the voice of Mrs. Ma in the radio drama "Latent"."
The lively "start-up" formalism was brought to this era by Jiangshan in advance.
A one-sentence blessing for the launch of the show is one of Jiangshan's promotional plans for the radio drama "Latent".
"Latent" is the first IP he has worked on since he came to this era.
Although the copyright of the radio drama does not belong to him, the advertising fees later obtained are also obtained by the translation company.
But what Jiangshan cares about is not these dates, but the butterfly effect after the radio drama became popular: the paper book of the novel "Latent".
This book is different from the benefits that "Jiangshan Fountain Pen Copybook" brings to the publishing house. The publishing method of "Latent" must start from the beginning, which is a royalty-sharing cooperation method.
Jiangshan has no worries about success or failure.
What he cares more about at this time is enjoying the entire process of operating IP.
"These photos were taken in CCTV's recording studio,"
As soon as Zhang Lu's work was finished, Jiang Shan handed him a stack of photos.
"Zhao Zhongxiang, Song Shixiong?" Zhang Lu picked up the photo and looked at it: "You are so good that you even invited them both."
"It's just a few cameos at the beginning." Jiang Shan thought it was quite beautiful: "When editing, don't forget to include these two people."
"Don't worry when I do the work," Zhang Lu carefully put the photo into his bag: "When the film comes out, you'd better come to my place and take a look."
"okay,"
Jiang Shan is a master who likes to do things himself: "When the time comes, I will bring you delicious food."
Hu Xiao, who had been waiting aside, saw that the matter was almost done, and immediately came over and dragged Jiang Shan away.
"What's wrong, Director Hu?"
"Come to the office with me," Hu Xiao strode along the way:
"As for the tape of "Rose Blooms Everywhere", you must explain it to me honestly today..."
Looking at his arm being held tightly by the old factory director, Jiang Shan's heart felt hot: "I blame me for making you worry again."
"What you said is really wrong," Hu Xiao's eyes were clear: "Since I met you, you have never let me worry."
Not only did he not have to worry about it, he also helped solve the problem.
Even this time, China Film Group put forward the requirement of "only success, no failure" for the translation studio's self-produced radio drama application.
He has never worried about Jiang Shan's ability. After all, he can at least help him in this industry.
But what about the job of selling tapes?
The first cassette tape ever created in the Mainland, it was full of obscene sounds.
How to sell? Where to sell?
Even if you find a market later, how can you sell 800,000 boxes in three months?
"You guys have been having a great time in Yanjing these days," Hu Xiao scolded as soon as he entered the door: "Do you know how many pounds of meat I have lost these days?"
"Why do you look so fat to me?"
While the two of you were still in the office weighing things up, a car from Pujiang TV quietly drove through the gate of the translation factory.
