In the editing room of Pujiang TV Station, Comrade Jiang Shan, who was preparing the poster for "Rose Blooms Everywhere," was standing on either side of the editor with Zhang Lu.
"Is this arrangement okay?"
The editor sitting at the desk followed Comrade Jiang Shan's wishes and created a dragon formation of female stars.
Looking at the six photos on the table, Jiang Shan nodded with satisfaction: "Very good."
"Then this is the final version," the editor carefully wrote the number on the back of each photo: "Where is the wording? What kind of text do you want?"
"How about I write it to you directly?" Jiang Shan didn't know how to describe it for a moment.
After all, there was no such thing as a font library during this period, let alone computer plate-making equipment.
Many advertising words are directly handwritten.
"Okay," the editor quickly told the preparer: "Write whatever you want to print."
Comrade Zhang Lu on the side looked at the six promotional photos put together and asked curiously: "Is this called a six-square grid promotional photo?"
"Yes, in addition to the Six-Gong Grid, there is also the Nine-Gong Grid,"
Jiang Shan, who was already posing for his second promotional photo, took the time to spread some Xiuxiu knowledge to his friends:
"Actually, you can still splice it together at will, as I am now..."
Jiang Shan now drew a rectangle in the middle of a piece of white paper. After noting the dimensions, he drew a small square on each side of the large rectangle.
After that, put the selected photos into their respective boxes: "The picture in the middle, Zhu Fengbo, is the largest, and the supporting character in the narration is one size smaller."
"I understand," Zhang Lu and the editor both understood: "Just wait for me, I will be able to produce the picture in a while."
…
While Jiang Shan was chatting with Zhang Lu, he was waiting for the finalized sample of the promotional photos.
Liao Mingzu, who was staying in the guest house, was busy having a small meeting behind closed doors!
"I repeat,"
According to Jiang Shan's instructions in advance, Liao Mingzu said to the employees in the room with a straight face: "If a reporter comes to interview us in the past two days, do you know what to say?"
"I know," one of them remembered clearly: "Due to the request of Guangdong Radio and Television, we Pacific finally transferred a batch of tapes from Xiangjiang."
"Due to limited quantity, it can only be supplied to a few large cities."
"When answering reporters' questions," another person said in his hometown dialect: "Be sure to say a few words in Cantonese from time to time."
"This point is very important." When Jiang Shan emphasized this point, Liao Mingzu also knew the subtleties:
"Xiao Chen, where did you get the military coat you are wearing? Take it off for me quickly. Reporters may come to your door soon."
"I won't take off my clothes. It's so cold in Pujiang."
Ever since Xiao Chen bought a military coat overnight, he never wanted to wear his own woolen coat again: "Besides, how can any reporter interview us?"
"Yes, Mr. Liao, why do you want to interview us?"
"Let's make this preparation first,"
Liao Mingzu himself didn't know the specific reason: "Let's follow what the advertising company told us first."
"An advertising agency again?"
"I bet they didn't have to advertise at all, and they arranged a bunch of weird things.
"What are you talking about?" Liao Mingzu originally didn't have any confidence in his heart, but now that his subordinates would nag him, he felt even more uneasy:
"Just do whatever you are told. If the tape cannot be sold, the advertising company will be responsible. But if we don't cooperate, who will it be? Is it yours?"
"That's not what we meant," Xiao Chen, still tightly wrapped in his military coat, said, "We just don't think anyone will come to interview us."
"I also feel that journalists don't have the spare time..."
Just when the topic of the meeting was slowly unfolding the military coat,
Dong dong dong~
Three sudden knocks on the door immediately silenced the whole room.
"Excuse me, is this the office of Pacific Video?"
After the sentence "Hu Pu" was heard, Liao Mingzu asked towards the door: "Who is it?"
"Hello, I am a reporter from Pujiang Daily and I would like to ask you about stereo tapes."
As soon as the words outside the door fell, everyone in the room looked at Xiao Chen collectively.
In full view of everyone, Xiao Chen took off his military coat without hesitation.
Then, another colleague walked towards the door: "Lei Hao..."
I already had a well-formulated rhetoric, and I immediately put it into action.
When Guangpu and Shanghai Pu collided with each other, the topics of the interviews also became more advanced.
Dong dong dong dong...
Just when the interview with "Pujiang Daily" was going very smoothly, the knock on the door rang again:
"We are reporters from Wen Wei Po. Is this the office of Pacific Company?"
"We are reporters from "Pujiang Literature and Art". Can we interview you for a few questions?..."
"We are the Liberation Daily..."
…
"Walking on the country road, the old cow returning at dusk is my companion..."
On the way to Xujiahui, Comrade Jiang Hai, who was sitting in the passenger seat, could not only see the fields and paths on the roadside, but also see an old scalper driving in the same direction.
"Why is the house allocated to the third child by the Industrial and Commercial Bureau so remote?"
Jiang Ma, who was sitting in the back row, frowned and looked out the window, feeling anxious for the third child!
"What are you afraid of if you stay far away? It would be nice if you can get a house."
Now that we are about to enter the heyday of the house division war, the second clothing factory where Jiang's father works has already entered a state of war preparation in advance.
"Dad is right," Jiang Hai also knew the danger: "Pujiang's per capita housing area has always been among the lowest in the country. The third child is really lucky to be hired by the Industrial and Commercial Bureau this time."
"I know it's not easy," Jiang's mother has always thought carefully about her children: "But if we really have to live here in the future, how early will the third child go to work?"
"Mom," Jiang Hai said with a smile, "don't worry about the third child. No one will kick him out. Just stay at home for now."
"That's right," Jiang Ma was really reluctant to give up for a moment: "Let him live at home for a few more years."
As soon as they finished talking, Jiang Ma, who had been worried about her third child, was suddenly stunned by the tall buildings on the roadside: "Hey, what a beautiful building!"
The one with the same expression as her was Jiang Xiangnan beside her.
"Aren't these buildings the high-rise buildings that Lao San mentioned?"
Sitting in Jiang Xiangnan's arms was Jiang Xiaobai. At this moment, the grandfather and grandson stretched their necks and looked out the window.
"This is it,"
Comrade Jiang Hai has passed by here countless times, and every time he can't help but take a second look.
I never imagined that I would be lucky enough to set foot here today.
"Here,"
When the newspaper car slowly drove into Xuhui New Village, Jiang Shan, who had been waiting inside, immediately waved his hand vigorously: "Go to the right."
Today is a good day. Not only did Comrade Jiangshan become an external reporter for the "Industrial and Commercial News", but at the same time he received the notice, he also got the key to the house that he thought about day and night.
Even though I was a layman, before I even got home from get off work, I called all the family leaders one by one.
So, the eldest brother Jiang Hai, who was also a layman, immediately sent a car to gather the parents and two children at home.
Then, they all rushed towards Lao San’s rural paradise.
"Be careful of pinching your hands in the elevator,"
When Jiang's mother stepped into the elevator carefully, she quickly pulled Xiaoyu and Xiaobai to her side.
"This house is nice," Jiang Hai looked up and down at the small house in front of him: "Especially the elevator, I like it."
"High-end," Father Jiang said with his hands behind his back, "I have never seen a building with an elevator!"
"We'll see you today,"
As the elevator door opened, Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai reluctantly walked out.
"Which room is it?" Father Jiang, the leader, walked the fastest. At this moment, he actually found a bit of the excitement he felt when he was assigned a room.
"805," Jiang Shan followed closely, the keys in his hands already sweating.
Soon, the house number 805 finally appeared.
Under the excited eyes of several family members, Jiang Shan opened the door of his home very smoothly.
"Sit wherever you want, just like at home."
Walking in the new house with empty walls, Jiang Shan's good mood is rising visibly.
"Third Uncle," Jiang Xiaobai's eyes widened in shock as he entered the door: "Third Uncle, why is there nothing in your house?"
"Third uncle hasn't moved yet," Jiang Xiaoyu listened more seriously than in class: "Grandma said that third uncle's home is like the countryside, too far away."
"What are you talking about?" Jiang's mother, who was looking at the house, said quickly: "It's so nice here, I want to move here."
"Okay," Jiang Hai inspected the room one by one with his hands behind his back: "It's really big!"
After visiting several spacious rooms, Jiang's father, Jiang's mother, Xiaoyu and Xiaobai all squeezed into a small bathroom.
"There is actually a bathtub," Father Jiang pressed it carefully: "It's quite strong."
"Even the mirror is fixed,"
Standing in front of the mirror, Jiang's mother carefully looked at the ceramic basin and toilet: "Boss, come here and take a look. This thing is much more advanced than the squatting pit at your house."
"It's indeed more advanced than mine,"
Jianghai and Jiangshan stood side by side by the window, and two wisps of smoke floated lightly out the window.
Leaning against the window frame, Jiang Shan looked at the scenery in the distance with a smile. For a moment, he seemed to see the farther future: "It's so beautiful!"
The visual effect outside the window on the eighth floor is indeed unrivaled in this era.
"Tall, indeed tall," Comrade Jiang Hai even praised his younger brother: "As for the beauty, I really didn't notice it at all."
Just when the few people in the room were enjoying themselves, they were suddenly interrupted by two unfamiliar voices.
"Who are you?"
A well-dressed middle-aged couple looked curiously at the people in the room.
Father Jiang hurriedly walked to the door politely: "My son's work unit has just allocated a house. The whole family can come and take a look."
"Oh~" The gay man nodded: "Which unit does your son belong to?"
"Report...to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau."
"Oh~" the gay man said again, and then asked the lesbian narrator: "How big is 805?"
"Not as big as our family,"
The couple walked to the next door quietly: "It's one less room than ours."
Just when Father Jiang was looking at their backs in confusion, the gay man just now seemed to have just remembered something.
"Oh, by the way, we live next door to your house," he pointed to the house number 806: "From now on, our two families will be neighbors."
"Haha," Father Jiang smiled: "..."
…
In the office of the Light Industry Bureau, Director Xu, who had been pressing his fingers on the table, finally opened his drawer.
A document that had tortured me for a long time was lying quietly inside.
"You go ahead and call Jiang Shan," Bureau Xu looked at Section Chief Han and said, "Please ask him to come to my place."
Section Chief Han stood up immediately: "Okay, I'll..."
"Wait a minute,"
Suddenly, Director Xu reached out and stopped him: "How much of the bureau's quota for housing allocation this year is left?"
