Chapter 327: Let’s meet at the concert, the spring breeze is the perfect year
As night falls, the small courtyard at No. 51 Anhe Street is filled with the light and shadow of Wong Kar-Wai.
In the small house of the two children, Xiaoyu and Xiaobai were surrounding their father reporting their academic performance.
"Not bad," Jiang Hai, as the president of a club, commented with experience on the large-character book in his hand: "Look at this handwriting of our Xiaoyu, it doesn't look like it was written by a first-grade primary school student. It really has some of the writing skills of mine back then.
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Jiang Xiaoyu, who was lying on his father's shoulder, smiled happily: "Second uncle said, your handwriting is not as beautiful as third uncle's."
"Nonsense," Jiang Hai told Xiaoyu a legend: "As for your second uncle and third uncle's calligraphy, I taught them step by step back then. How could it not be..."
Speaking of this, Jiang Hai was suddenly stunned: "Xiao Bai, did you write this? Your calligraphy has improved very quickly recently!"
Jiang Xiaobai, who was sitting on a back chair and eating fried rice balls, said: "My third uncle taught me step by step."
"Huh?" Jiang Hai looked at his daughter's big calligraphy again: "Xiaoyu, why don't you learn from your third uncle?"
"I learned it," Jiang Xiaoyu raised his finger and pointed at a few simple paintings on the wall: "I learned painting from my third uncle."
"oh,"
Looking at the two talented children in front of him, Jiang Hai was deeply pleased: "You two will study hard with your third uncle first, and then dad will come back with two calligraphy and paintings to hang up..."
As soon as the Fantasia started, someone shouted from outside.
"Brother," Jiang Shan put his head into the room: "With your current status, how many train sleeper tickets can you buy?"
"Hey," Jiang Hai: "Then I can't just buy as much as I want..."
"The train leaves from Yanjing Station," Jiang Shan forgot to mention: "The train is tomorrow night."
"The train departs from Yanjing?" Jiang Hai was a little unsure: "Or will it leave tomorrow?"
"If it's not difficult, just give me five cards," Jiang Shan smiled brightly like a galaxy: "I'm sorry for you."
"As soon as you talk to me," Jiang Hai stood up and walked out of the hut, "nothing will be easy."
"Is it difficult to do?"
"It has to be done even if it's difficult," Jiang Hai and Lao Sansi put their hands around and lit their cigarettes: "Five, right? I'll call you right away."
While his elder brother was on the phone, Jiang Shan came to Li Ruocheng's window.
"Uncle Li, please keep it. This is a good thing."
Li Ruocheng took it and took a look, but didn't see anything good: "What is this?"
"First day seal," Jiang Shan emphasized: "Monkey Ticket's first day seal."
A total of only 9,400 first-day covers of the Gengshen Monkey Ticket were issued.
Although it was issued on the same day as the Monkey Ticket, there was no big deal due to the scarcity of the quantity.
Compared with the early appearance of Monkey Piao, the first-day cover image of Monkey Piao has always troubled Shao Bolin.
Until he learned that on the first day of the first lunar month in 1980, which was the day the monkey tickets were issued, Asia would stage a celestial spectacle that had never been seen in a century: a total solar eclipse.
Only then did he immediately design a first-day cover for the Gengshen Year: God’s will is mine.
"There are so many ways to collect stamps," Li Ruocheng still didn't see any good points: "Why is there just one?"
He remembered an edition of 80 monkey tickets.
"Just be content, there aren't more than 10,000 envelopes in the world," Jiang Shan made an analogy: "Even my eldest brother didn't get one."
"Hey, I have to keep it well!" Li Ruocheng immediately felt that the piece of paper in his hand was unusual.
Two laymen were chatting about the issuance of stamps. Jiang Hai walked out of the room after making a phone call.
"Third brother, we've already agreed on the ticket, but how can I give it to you?"
"Don't worry about these little things," Jiang Shan hurriedly greeted him: "I will send someone with money to pick up the tickets then."
"See, Uncle Li, the third one is getting more and more productive now," Jiang Hai also leaned against Li Ruocheng's window: "You can even deploy people in Yanjing."
Li Ruocheng put the first-day cover into the drawer: "It's not a matter of time."
"Manager Ye from Happy Coke, you haven't contacted me for a long time," Jiang Shan said by words and deeds: "As soon as I heard that Coca-Cola also came to visit us, he immediately came to call me brother and sister again."
I am lucky enough to have a second life. Let’s not talk about anything else. I can take care of a lot of people with just one hand!
Jiang Hai: "The factories are so busy nowadays, why do we need to advertise!"
"Some of our companies are not good at this," Jiangshan said, knowing that it would be in vain:
"Remember to eat and not to eat. Just two days after the good days, the sense of crisis is lifted. If you look at the way foreigners eat, they are really eating from the pot and thinking about what is in other people's bowls."
"So I made it clear to the chapter that day," Jiang Hai said: "Since we want to open the country for business, we have to listen to what we have to say. Otherwise, we will definitely suffer big losses."
"That's right," Jiang Shan felt that his elder brother was right: "Especially the sugar-coated bullets from capitalists, you must not only learn to dismantle them, but also learn to assemble them..."
Under thousands of stars, among the winding alleys.
The two good men of the Jiang family are passionately discussing the direction of economic development.
suddenly,
"Keep your voices down,"
Jiang Ma's voice came from the main room: "What did Mike just say?"
Jiang Xiaobai, who was also watching TV, heard clearly: "He said: OK, I will kill your general."
"Grandma, listen to me," Jiang Xiaoyu had a different opinion: "Mike said okay, I promise you general."
In the early 1980s, every household was obsessed with the CCTV TV series "The Man from the Bottom of the Atlantic".
People watch TV at home if they have the conditions, and go to other people's homes to create conditions if they don't.
It was from this moment on that the household ownership rate of TV sets across the country began to increase exponentially.
But at this time, there is also a group of people who would rather give up "The Man from the Bottom of the Atlantic" and stay on the front line of work.
Under the leadership of Comrade Jiang He, the painting of billboards throughout the Ten Thousand Sports Center was finally completed successfully.
At the same time, in an office of the Light Industry Bureau, there was still a brightly lit scene, and a battle was imminent.
Secretary Shen stood beside the desk, panting and accompanying Xiao Xing.
And in front of him, Xu Muchun, who was suppressing his anger, was talking on the phone trying to reason.
"Renchunfengdu Company has already reduced Coca-Cola billboards to two,"
Director Xu was very patient when dealing with this department at the same level: "Reform will always have a painful process. You can't just come back and call your parents as soon as something goes wrong."
When saying this, Xu Muchun remembered what Jiang Shan said to him:
[For a company, a little pressure is not a bad thing. Otherwise, not only will it not take its opponents seriously in the future, but it will also take the government's help as a matter of course.]
Although Jiang Shan didn't mention himself at all, he was actually reminding everyone: Don't treat Section Chief Jiang as a cadre.
Since he can choose planA, of course he can also choose planB.
No advertising company in the world has this ridiculous concept of "loyalty".
Don't think that the Pujiang government is now jealous of foreigners.
In a few years, Coca-Cola will be welcomed with gongs and drums again and settled in Zhengguanghe Soda Factory.
And Coca-Cola’s liquid gold will also flow from Happy Coke’s assembly line.
Ordinarily, Jiangshan went to great lengths to make plans for Happy Coke and set up defenses in advance, just not to let him go to the old covenant in his previous life.
But in the final analysis, these are not things that Jiangshan has the final say on.
After all, the Coca-Cola they were facing was a World 500 bandit that the United States announced to withdraw its troops from Vietnam, and within 24 hours it parachuted Coca-Cola into the Vietnamese market.
How can Jiangshan be willing to talk about such a company?
"Can you protect these companies for a lifetime?"
Seeing that the other party was not making any progress, Xu Muchun simply lowered his voice: "Besides, do you know how many companies Chunfengdu Company has helped in the past six months?"
The voice on the phone was still moving and full of emotion.
No matter how I explained it, the other party still hoped that Xu Muchun would come forward to persuade Coca-Cola to stop advertising.
After all, the Propaganda Department was already speechless.
Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound.
Xu Muchun slammed the documents on the table.
"Do you know how busy I am every day? If you really have nothing to do,"
Obviously, Director Xu’s patience has run out:
"I might as well leave these recirculation factories that I have in my hands under your control.
If it doesn't work, your department might as well take some tough measures.
As long as you can remove the Coca-Cola billboard on Nanjing Road and put up the Coca-Cola counter in Youyi Shopping Mall.
There is no need for you to come forward, I will go to the Sports Center myself and knock down the Coca-Cola billboard."
"..."
Finally, Xu Ju's ears stopped.
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The flowers have not yet bloomed in the warm spring, and the grass has grown and the orioles have not come.
It’s the time of year to settle accounts again.
Pujiang Airport, with the ups and downs of flights.
Familiar figures are walking out of the terminal hall one by one.
Liao Mingzu, general manager of Pacific Audio and Video, in a neat suit, and Yu Sigui, wearing sunglasses and a woolen shawl.
Pujiang Railway Station,
Director Zhou Yeming and director Wang Fulin from Yanjing TV Station.
Huang Yongyu, wearing a painter's hat, and four friends.
The Oriental Metropolis Daily reporter and singer Kerim who just completed the condolence work on the front line...
In the guest house of Pujiang TV Station, all the cast and crew are making final preparations for costume fitting.
Located in the Ten Thousand Sports Center in Xuhui,
Several groups of performance teams are rehearsing their last moves one after another.
Jiang Shan, who was standing in the audience, had to raise his voice even with a big speaker:
"Pay attention to the white spots under your feet."
"Everything is aligned..."
"Okay, let's run like this when the time comes."
Huang Yongyu and his party, who were sitting next to him, watched silently without saying a word.
"How about it, Uncle Yongyu," Jiang Shan smiled proudly: "You've never seen such a big battle, have you?"
"What are you doing now?" Huang Yongyu has never seen anything before: "Compared with the scene of the parade when I was there, you can't even mention it."
"Just wait and see," Jiang Shan didn't believe it: "I guarantee it will be better than your parade."
Huang Yongyu smiled with his pipe in his mouth. How could he not believe in Jiang Shan: "Let's not talk about anything else. Today, you are helping my friends to find a place to live. I really have nothing to say."
When he thought of this, Huang Yongyu felt doubly proud.
At the same time, Wang Shixiang, Xu Bangda, Zhu Jiajin, and Qi Gong beside them also smiled and nodded.
Although Jiang Shan and I have never met before, this young man can do a few things, which is really beautiful!
Especially when he led me into the Peace Hotel today, the long-lost respect and attention seemed to come back all at once.
"You are my uncle, and all your friends are also my uncle," Jiang Shan began to seek relatives: "When my uncle comes, he must follow the rules for receiving Prince Sihanouk."
Huang Yongyu said nothing, only smiled while puffing on his pipe.
Laughing with him, there were four other scholars sitting in a row.
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March 1, 1980, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
With the continuous influx of people, the newly decorated Wan Ti Pavilion finally ushered in its first music festival.
From the steps of the venue to the gate of the venue, there are lights and colorful lanterns everywhere.
The lantern avenue, which is only a few tens of meters long, makes the people entering the venue clearly feel the joy of the Lantern Festival.
Under the guidance of the red vests present, the smiling people took their seats according to their tickets.
The guest seating area is also growing.
The Jiang family's family arrived at the best viewing area early.
As the opening time approaches, more and more old acquaintances speed up their entry.
"You are Jiangshan's father, right?"
Hu Xiao stretched out a ceremonial hand to Father Jiang across a row of seats: "I am Hu Xiao from Translation Studio."
"I know, you are Factory Director Hu, right?" Dad Jiang quickly stood up and stretched out his hand: "We met at the second son's wedding."
"Yes, yes," Hu Xiao nodded: "I have been to your house, but it's a pity that you were not at home at that time."
Then, Gu Zhengzheng also shook hands with Jiang Xiangnan: "Comrade Lao Jiang, Comrade Xiao Jiang has worked hard during this time."
"So you are Jiang Shan's father," Zhou Yeming looked back and said, "Hello, I am Zhou Yeming from CCTV."
Gu Zhengzheng: "Vice Director Zhou."
Zhou Yeming pointed with his backhand: "Deputy Director Gu."
Yan Dingxian, the deputy director of Meiying Studio, and his lover Lin Wenxiao, when passing by Jiang's house, they walked over and touched the children's little heads.
Director Zhang of the Propaganda Department: "Comrade Lao Jiang, your sons have performed very well!"
Xu Muchun from the Light Industry Bureau was the last to enter: "You are Jiangshan's father. Thank you for cultivating a good young man for the organization!"
"..."
Looking at the leading cadres passing by like a stream of water in front of them, Father Jiang and Mother Jiang were suddenly in a trance.
"This third child... usually stays with them?"
"I've told you before," Jiang Ma's face seemed to have been highlighted: "The third child is full of sperm."
Li Huaiying raised his eyebrows: "That's right!"
Li Ruocheng smiled: "The bastard finally became famous."
At this moment, the flowing background music in the venue suddenly stopped.
The audience full of people gradually became quiet.
As the lights in the auditorium dimmed, the stage in the center of the venue lit up and immediately became the center of attention.
Immediately afterwards, without any announcement.
The Pujiang Symphony Orchestra started playing live, and with the sound of loudspeakers, professional accompaniment sounded in all the audience seats.
Then, a string of cheerful and melodious songs sounded.
A row of famous people wearing white suits and sky blue dresses, their smiles are sweeter than honey.
Liu Xiaoqing: "Young friends, come and meet us today."
Ding Jianhua: "Swing the boat, the warm wind blows gently."
Qiao Zhen: "The flowers smell fragrant,"
Qiu Yuefeng: "Birds are singing,"
Chen Peisi: "The spring scenery is intoxicating."
Pan Hong: "Songs and laughter are flying around the colorful clouds."
All of them said: "Ah, friends of youth,
To whom does the wonderful spring belong?
Belong to me, belong to you,
Belonging to our new generation in the 1980s..."
When the song ends, the lingering sound is still lingering.
The audience, who was full of the audience, had not yet woken up from the climax of the chorus at the beginning.
Two or three seconds later, thunderous applause resounded throughout the venue.
Finally hearing the complete song, the audience couldn't help but be happy.
Before, the beautiful melody that only flashed through the TV highlights, I finally heard it all today.
"do it again."
"Sing one more."
In this era, there is no shortage of applause, and actors have long been accustomed to encores.
But today, everything seems to be different.
As other singers left the stage one after another, Tong Zirong and Liu Xiaoqing, who were the announcers at the concert, stayed on the stage with smiling eyes.
Liu Xiaoqing: "Dear audience friends, the "Rising Star Concert" jointly organized by Oriental Metropolis Daily and Pujiang TV Station has officially begun."
Tong Zirong: "Today, we have invited a group of outstanding domestic singers and dancers, as well as two professional performance teams. In the coming days, they will spend a pleasant night with everyone."
Liu Xiaoqing: "Please enjoy the song "Velvet Flower" brought to you by the famous soprano Li Guyi."
Li Guyi, wearing a purple satin dress, walked onto the stage and performed a song affectionately.
Then, amid applause, the song "Yan Nanfei" was sung again.
Afterwards, before anyone even left the stage, they sang a duet with Liu Xiaoqing, "Sister Fell in Tears for Brother".
The audience's response to this kind of chorus mode was particularly enthusiastic.
Everyone seems to like this kind of interactive performance between actors.
After this, the audience no longer insisted on asking the actors to "do one more".
They have discovered that every singer who comes on stage can bring everyone a beautiful song.
"Walking on a Country Road" by Wang Jiejie, Xie Lisi.
Wang Jiejie's solo song "Camel Bell".
"Lifting Your Hijab" and "The Girl from Dabancheng" by Crimea.
Just like in the previous life, Wu Guosong's "Manly Declaration" can elicit laughter every time he sings it.
Even Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang laughed very happily.
Xu Bangda patted him on the shoulder: "Yongyu, luckily I came with you this time."
Zhu Jiajin: "Otherwise, how could we see such a wonderful performance."
Huang Yongyu beamed with joy: "Don't just say thank you, you must treat me to roast duck when you return to Yanjing."
Just like them, Zhou Yeming was chatting quietly with Gu Zhengzheng: "Are these all invited by Jiangshan?"
"He made a list," Gu Zhengzheng didn't hide anything from him: "Then, I sent out invitations to each family based on the list."
"I've never heard of many of the songs," Zhou Yeming said, the more he read, the more wonderful he felt: "The little chorus at the beginning was also Xiao Jiang's idea."
"That's nothing," Gu Zhengzheng said proudly: "The show hasn't started yet."
"I know," Zhou Yeming also heard something: "I'm looking forward to the song "I Love You, China"!"
Gu Zhengzheng just smiled and said nothing, letting him guess.
At this time, Liu Xiaoqing, who changed into a green dress, walked onto the stage with a smile:
"The beautiful spring has quietly approached. In this wonderful time, we invite all viewers to go to the Spring Mountain with us."
Tong Zirong: "Please enjoy the large-scale song and dance show "Up the Spring Mountain" brought to you by the Pujiang Song and Dance Ensemble."
The curtain closed, and the cheerful Pujiang Chinese Orchestra rose up.
Several groups of dancers came to sing from all directions on the stage.
They were both men and women, singing and dancing.
Wearing costumes from different dynasties, they perform colorful dances.
On the stage, three singers, Wang Jiejie, Wu Guosong and Kerim, were happily singing the song "Up Spring Mountain" for everyone.
Willows are drunk with spring smoke on February day
On March 3rd, the mountains are covered with green grass
The most beautiful day in the world is April
A river of spring water is as green as blue
The spring scenery is so noisy that I can't sleep
Spring rain fills the pond and calls for water lilies
Spring flowers bloom all over the murmuring swallows
The young man is proud of the spring breeze
I'll go to Chunshan to ask you to meet me.
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At this moment, not only Zhou Yeming, but also Wang Fulin... were stunned with shock.
All the spectators in the stadium seemed to be in a beautiful spring light, seeing flowers blooming among green mountains and green waters...
