Chapter 312 Asking for help from the number one player in Beijing
February 16, 1980, Dayabao Hutong, Yanjing.
Huang Yongyu was sitting at his home, carefully packing five sets of Gengshen Year Monkey Tickets and five Monkey Ticket First Day Covers stamped with four postmarks.
Opposite the desk, Wang Shixiang, who had not yet been approached by Ma Weidu, was pressing hard: "Yongyu, did you hear what I asked you?"
"What words?"
"Tsk, when it comes to your cousin publishing a book, who did you ask for help?"
"My cousin wants to write a book, so why should he ask for help?" Huang Yongyu refused to admit it: "You don't even know how many publishing houses were asking him for help."
"Pull him down,"
Wang Shixiang picked up a small wooden box on the desk and started to play with it: "To tell you the truth, it was your cousin who asked me to come to you."
"Okay, tell him not to say anything, he was stabbed out so quickly!" Huang Yongyu shook his head, took a writing brush and started writing on the cowhide package.
"You're still hiding from me?" Wang Shixiang was unhappy and stared at Huang Yongyu across the table.
"I don't want to hide it, but I'm mainly worried that the news will leak out and hurt others."
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Wang Shixiang began to lower his voice after saying this: "Because, I'm here for this too."
"What? You also want to write a book?"
Huang Yongyu raised his eyes and looked at this former number one dandy in the capital.
Everyone knows that the capital is not only rich in downtrodden brothers, but also rich in awesome men.
But when it comes to the man in front of me, even a hundred Wang Sicong can't beat him.
Of course, this was all a long time ago.
Wang Shixiang, who is now in his sixties, was once codenamed the number one player in Beijing.
Gao Zuguan was promoted to the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, great-grandfather was promoted to the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, and my grandfather was also the Minister of the Ministry of Industry.
By the time of Wang Shixiang's generation, the Wang family was still extremely vigorous.
His father was the secretary-general of the Guowuyuan of the Beiyang Government; his mother led a group of uncles, all of whom became well-known figures in the painting world.
Therefore, a man like Wang Shixiang, an official and a young master, has been wearing a brocade hat and mink fur since he was a child, holding a yellow hat on his left hand and holding a blue sky on his right hand.
But people not only know how to dig graves, fight crickets, and cook eagles and walk birds, but they also use these trivial skills to become elegant.
"Collection of Cricket Scores" and "Ming Dynasty Pigeon Classics and Qing Palace Pigeon Scores"... are all required reading lists for future generations of enthusiasts.
Even though I switched to collecting halfway through, I also "played" many Taobao guides in the antique world.
"Interpretation of Paintings and Decorations", "Ancient Chinese Lacquerware", "Appreciation of Ming Style Furniture"...these are all volumes that Ma Weidu cannot read.
After the Japanese surrendered in 1945, upon the recommendation of Liang Sicheng, Ma Heng, then director of the Palace Museum, assigned Wang Shixiang to go north to inspect the damaged cultural relics in the Palace Museum.
Wang Shixiang grabbed a list of cultural relics and found Song Ziwen.
The home of a German cultural relic dealer was raided directly and hundreds of priceless cultural relics were recovered.
Afterwards, the "Cultural Relics Clearance Association" was established in Chongqing.
After the cultural relics recovery team sent out by the Nationalist Government failed in Japan, the burden of recovering cultural relics fell on Wang Shixiang's shoulders again.
At the same time, Shanghai and Guangzhou also sent expert teams to Japan.
But in the end, only Wang Shixiang's team brought back cultural relics.
Among the thousands of treasures, there are as many as 110 boxes of rare books. (Rare books: ancient books with high cultural value and historical significance.)
Even the "Book of the Later Han", "Book of Rites", and "Yongle Dadian", which are national treasures of Chinese literature, were almost included in the small Japanese volume.
For this reason, Zheng Zhenduo once shouted: If it weren't for Wang Shixiang, if Chinese people wanted to study their own culture in the future, they would have to go to Japan.
After returning to Fangjiayuan, my courtyard had already turned into a large courtyard.
Not to mention the brocade hat and mink fur, just being able to light a coal stove in each of the three rooms left to him would already make Wang Shixiang burst into tears.
At this time, he faced Wang Shixiang, who was wearing a thick blue cloth coat.
Huang Yongyu, who was full of doubts, took a puff of cigarette: "You have books that you can't publish?"
Wang Shixiang nodded seriously: "It took nearly 20 years for your cousin's "Research on Ancient Costumes" to be published, but it has been 30 years since I received the assignment for this book."
"Is this true?"
Seeing Wang Shixiang's rare solemn look, Huang Yongyu quickly put down the pen and ink in his hand: "What is going on? Please tell me carefully."
"Do you still remember when you almost gave me a brick because of a book?"
"Is this happening? Why don't I remember it?"
"Why not?" Wang Shixiang remembered clearly: "When Zhang Guangyu was still living in the dormitory of the Academy of Fine Arts, I went to give him a book. You happened to be there that day, so I picked it up and read it..."
"I remembered," Huang Yongyu finally remembered:
"That day, before I could read the title of the book clearly, you jerked it back. At that time, I picked up a hard guy on the table and wanted to blow it on your head. Then I thought it was in Guangyu's house.
So I endured it again."
It wasn’t that Wang Shixiang looked down on Huang Yongyu at the time, it was just because the book was so obscure that most people couldn’t understand it: “After that, after listening to Guangyu’s introduction, I knew who you were!”
A few days later, when Huang Yongyu visited Zhang Guangyu's house again, Wang Shixiang stood up and rushed out.
At that time, Huang Yongyu was so angry that he would pursue him and fight him no matter what.
Just as several people in the room tried to break up the fight, Wang Shixiang ran back again.
After handing out a book with both hands, he said word by word: "I, Wang Shixiang, and you, Huang Yongyu, please enjoy "Painting and Decoration Records"."
Huang Yongyu lowered his head and saw that the book with a blue cover and thread binding was the same book from a few days ago.
Good guy, Wang Shixiang's move directly turned the two of them into enemies.
From then on, the two of us moved up together.
"What year are those in the almanac? Do you still remember them?"
Huang Yongyu held a teapot and added a cup of hot tea to Wang Shixiang: "Could it be...that this is the book you are talking about? I remember it was a manuscript!"
"I don't have that ability," Wang Shixiang took a sip of tea while it was hot: "Thirty years ago, Mr. Zhu Qiqian handed this "Painting and Decoration Record" into my hands. He knew that I had a hobby in this area, so he handed it over to me.
The task of interpreting and interpreting this book has been entrusted to me.”
After that, Wang Shixiang took out the two books he carried with him.
One is "Painting and Decoration Records", and the other is the manuscript of "Painting and Decoration Records".
Looking at the thick manuscript on the desk, Huang Yongyu was stunned: "How many annotations did you write for this book?"
"In terms of word count," Wang Shixiang smiled: "This annotation is already 20 times the original book. From the time I started writing in 1948 to the time I stopped writing in 1958, I wrote it for 10 years..."
Since it was never possible to publish it, Wang Shixiang continued to refine it in the next 20 years.
This is how it reaches today's scale.
Looking at this old acquaintance in front of him who was almost 70 years old, Huang Yongyu sighed deeply: "To be honest, the publication of my cousin's book is entirely thanks to a little friend of mine."
"Little friend?" Wang Shixiang quickly went through it in his mind: "Which little friend, why didn't I hear you mention it?"
"How long have you been back? It's strange to hear about it," Huang Yongyu pointed to the kraft paper package on the table:
"This little friend of mine is the editor of Pujiang No. 1 newspaper. He is popular and has a sharp mind. I will help you ask about this some other time."
"The editor of a newspaper?" Wang Shixiang was puzzled: "Can you handle your cousin's affairs?"
"Don't underestimate him," Huang Yongyu proudly patted the kraft paper package: "Do you know how Berlin and I successfully passed the review of this monkey ticket?"
"..." Wang Shixiang was speechless, just waiting for the other party to continue.
"You can still rely on him!"
"Is your little friend really just a newspaper editor?" Wang Shixiang couldn't believe it: "Don't fool me. I have seen the big world."
"Believe it or not," Huang Yongyu didn't bother to elaborate:
"My little friend's name is Jiang Shan. Although he is young, he is very skilled. The key is, he understands me!"
"for example?"
"Do you see this pipe?"
Wang Shixiang glanced at the small wooden box he had just played with: "I've seen it before. I also want to ask you where you got the Dunhill?"
"Did you see the pair of owls in the outhouse too?"
"Of course I saw it."
"These are all gifts from him."
"He helped you and gave you things?" Wang Shixiang became more and more confused as he listened: "These are not simple things, Yongyu, your little friend is very nice to you!"
“Excellent!”
"The key is ability!"
"That's right, Jiangshan is indeed not a fuel-efficient lamp!" Huang Yongyu, who rarely showed his authority in front of Wang Shixiang, exhaled a string of thin smoke happily.
Wang Shixiang, who has always been able to take things up and put them down, let him be proud of himself: "Then do you think he can handle this matter for me?"
"..." Huang Yongyu sipped his pipe and pondered for a while: "The key point is that this thing of yours belongs to the 4th generation. Judging from the current situation... we still have to look at the current situation."
"What do you mean?"
"It means I'll call you and ask first."
"That's pretty much it."
The words just came out.
Before Huang Yongyu even touched the phone, Shen Congwen walked in angrily.
Everyone Shen, who was always cheerful, now looked sad.
The two people in the room were all stunned.
"What's wrong?" Wang Shixiang and Shen Congwen had a longer friendship than Huang Yongyu: "Where did you get offended again?"
"Who?" Huang Yongyu's temper was about to explode: "Who is it this time?"
"...Sigh," Shen Congwen took his seat and sighed slowly after a while: "I just went to see Bo Ju."
Wang Shixiang and Huang Yongyu were startled and looked at each other.
Shen Congwen ignored them and continued to sigh: "When the weather gets cold, his old habits come back again."
"Alas," Wang Shixiang sighed accompanying him: "I'll go to his house later and have a look."
"He is not at home. He was admitted to the hospital two days ago." Shen Congwen, with white hair, shook his head: "The eight-person ward was very noisy. His wife wanted to change him to a single room, but he was told that the level It’s not enough to replace it.”
"What? Zhang Boju's level is not enough?" Wang Shixiang felt his blood pressure jump up: "The things Zhang Boju donated to Yanda are enough to build several hospitals, but you still think he is not level enough?"
Huang Yongyu didn't speak in a hurry, he just glanced at Shen Congwen, who had also experienced this before: "How about you help him organize it?"
"I've already made a lot of phone calls."
"does not work?"
Shen Congwen smiled bitterly: "All I can find are cultural institutions, which are not the right ones!"
"Hey," Huang Yongyu looked at Wang Shixiang again: "How about you think of a way?"
"I?"
The down-and-out Eight Banners disciple Wang Shixiang also had a wry smile on his face: "Have you forgotten? We are in the same system as your cousin?"
"have to,"
Huang Yongyu, who knew he couldn't take on the porcelain job, looked at the phone again: "I'd better help you inquire about publishing a book first!"
…
At this time, Comrade Jiangshan, who was thousands of miles away, was standing in the fourth workshop of Pujiang Second Garment Factory.
Facing the cameras and cameras rushing back and forth in front of them, the female workers in the workshop all had expressions of nervousness and excitement.
"The filming will officially start soon, everyone, don't be nervous,"
Jiang Xiangnan, wearing dark blue overalls, paced back and forth in the aisles: "We have been practicing for so many days, we will definitely be fine after a while."
After saying that, Jiang Xiangnan walked straight to the window with great vigour, and waved to a group of people watching the excitement outside the window.
"Yes, it will definitely be no problem," Jiang Shan, standing next to the camera, always smiled: "Aunts and sisters, you really surprised me. Your performance just now almost caught up with professional actors."
Being praised by Jiang Shan, the lesbians in the workshop immediately smiled.
"Look, now you are smiling without any reminder," Jiang Shan continued to encourage: "Everyone, just keep it like this, follow the previous steps again, and everyone will be in your place..."
The photographer of Pujiang TV Station received the signal and nodded towards Jiangshan.
Jiang Shan immediately raised his hand and waved: "Start shooting!"
The tape recorder, which was already in place, immediately started playing at the highest volume.
When the prelude was finished, Liu Xiaoqing, wearing blue work clothes, sang loudly in the aisle lined with rows of sewing machines——
I love you China,
I love you China,
I love your vigorous spring seedlings,
I love your golden fruits in autumn
…
When Liu Xiaoqing sang and walked to the front of the aisle, the female workers behind him who were sitting in front of the sewing machines all stood up, facing in the same direction.
Then, the entire fourth workshop sang "I Love You, China" -
I love you, green pine temperament,
I love you, red plum character,
…
I want to dedicate the most beautiful song to you,
My mother, my motherland...
In order to correspond to the opening act of "Young Friends Come to Meet", Jiangshan prepared the finale of "I Love You, China" for the "Rising Stars Concert".
These days, this song is being sung in every corner of Pujiang City.
Firefighting, public security, hospitals, Baosteel...
According to the script Jiangshan prepared for Pujiang TV, people from all walks of life carried machines and rushed around for the online version of the "Rising Stars Concert".
In addition to on-site shooting, on the day of the concert, people from all walks of life will also enter the Sports Hall to sing in unison.
For a few days, people from all walks of life, who were constantly milling around, returned to the conference room of the TV station one after another until nightfall.
"Director Jiang,"
As soon as he saw Jiang Shan enter the door, Zhang Lu greeted him: "Thank you for your hard work, Director Jiang."
"Director Zhang, you have worked hard too,"
Jiang Shan shook Zhang Lu's hand vigorously: "Is everyone here?"
"Don't worry, everyone is here," Zhang Lu took a small step inward: "No, I'm just waiting for you to have a meeting."
"Then let's not talk nonsense," Jiang Shan walked in the door without hesitation: "Let's align the granularity first, and then discuss the following matters..."
