In the darkness, the girl's crystal clear voice came:
"Remember, little comrade, as a qualified voice actor, you must use a professional perspective to see, feel, and express."
Jiang He glanced at her silently, then turned his eyes to the big screen again, and said calmly: "Young comrade? So you are an old comrade?"
"Of course," the girl said, "I joined the translation factory when I was 20 years old. To be precise, the factory had not been established at that time. It should be called the translation team."
"When I first came into contact with this kind of translation film, I was even shyer than you,"
"But no, no matter what kind of clip, as long as it is the actor you correspond to, you have to watch it over and over again, and you will get used to it after watching it too much."
No wonder she was calmer than him at this moment, it was no wonder that she was used to it.
Jiang He understood, but was still curious: "Have you ever acted in a scene like that just now?"
"The first play I just joined had a scene like this," the girl's voice was long and ethereal:
"Don't say anything at that time, I don't even dare to look,"
"Slowly, I discovered that my colleagues in the team are all very professional. In order to match their roles, they were all lip-syncing the movie over and over again."
"After that, I also started to face the screen directly. I spoke when I needed to say something and laughed when I needed to laugh. By the way, I even matched the sound of my breathing very accurately."
Jiang He, who has suffered from asthma since he was a child, is usually best at controlling his emotions.
At this time, he had already returned to a calm state. After listening to the girl's words, the corner of his mouth raised: "I am breathing well too."
The girl immediately turned to look at him. Compared with her previous speed, she must have gotten angry.
"Don't get me wrong," Jiang He added promptly, "I have had asthma since I was a child."
"Heh." The girl didn't say anything else after that.
Her name is Lu Xiao, and she is the same age as Jiang He.
Although he is only 25 years old, he is indeed the veteran of the translation studio.
In the previous ten years, when cinemas could only play model plays, a huge number of imported films had been dubbed and dubbed, which were also known as the legendary internal reference films.
At that time, only a few people had the opportunity to come into contact with internal reference films, which were extremely rich in content and quantity. One can imagine how broad the horizons of the women in the courtyard were at that time.
Precisely because of this need, the translation team established by Director Hu did not suffer any impact during those years.
Although the Caotai team completed the recording process in an old carport, the work attitude of all team members was still very serious and positive.
By 1978, the translation factory had been even busier since the beginning of the year.
"Lone Star", "Les Misérables", "Tragedy on the Nile", "Modern Times"..., and now there are the accelerated "Manhunt" and "Looking Homeward".
Not to mention those TV series introduced by TV stations.
Just recently, several new colleagues have arrived in the translation factory.
Looking at their immature looks, Lu Xiao felt it was necessary to remind them that after all, she had been supported by old comrades in the past.
When the lights in the viewing room came back on, Jiang He could see clearly that the girl next to him looked as sweet as her voice.
The two looked at each other without saying hello and showing no awkwardness at all.
After that, the two of them walked out together with leisurely steps.
"Second brother,"
Jiang Shan just walked over: "I've finished watching the movie, isn't it exciting?"
After saying that, he noticed that a young girl walked out from behind the second brother and passed directly past them.
Jiang Shan knew how complete the movie was, so he looked at his second brother with an embarrassed smile, only to find that his face was completely calm.
"I'm going back," Jiang He said calmly, "You should be busy."
"I'm going back too. The factory will give me half a day off today."
Before leaving, Jiang Shan went to the finance office to receive his 90 yuan salary for the month in advance, but Hu Xiao actually calculated two extra days of wages.
Later, on the way home, Jiang He learned that his younger brother would be loaned to work at a television station starting tomorrow.
Jiang He has begun to get used to Lao San's wonderful tossing.
"Come with me to the bookstore," Jiang He said, still looking skinny. "I want to learn a foreign language."
"Let's go," Jiang Shan went happily: "I bought some mooncakes by the way."
When the two 18-meter tall men walked out of the factory door, no one noticed Yu Wenwen on the sidewalk.
When Jiang Shan, wearing a brand new white shirt, walked out of the translation factory, she thought she had recognized the wrong person.
"Jiangshan?" Yu Wenwen frowned: "How could he come to this kind of opponent?"
Yu Wenwen pursed his lips and couldn't help but walked to the communication room of the translation factory:
"Master, may I ask what the gay man who just went out is doing here?"
"Oh?" After hearing this, Master Lu looked towards the street and said, "That's Xiao Jiang, he is the translator of our factory."
"Translation?" Yu Wenwen's eyes suddenly trembled: "Did you read that correctly?"
"How could I get it wrong? Is there anyone in this factory that I don't know? It's Translator Jiang."
Yu Wenwen: “…”
Today is September 28th, which is also Jiangshan’s first Mid-Autumn Festival in 1978.
"Did you get the candy coupons?"
The second brother nodded slightly: "Yesterday, while mom was giving Xiaobai a bath, I took out three of them."
"Oh," Jiang Shan wanted to try the mooncakes of this era: "I'll buy more later."
Soon, the two brothers carried two boxes of mooncakes and rushed into the bookstore.
Since Jiang He wanted to buy foreign language books, the two of them went straight to the second floor.
A major feature of bookstores in this era was that the first floor sold ordinary books, while the second floor mainly sold internal books. To put it bluntly, they were reprinted books.
At this time, the country has not yet joined the international copyright organization and can reprint foreign books at will.
The paper is rough and the price is cheap. All the latest original foreign language dictionaries, scientific books and periodicals, Chinese social science monographs from Hong Kong and Taiwan, TOEFL test preparation materials, everything you want is available here.
However, the books on the second floor can only be purchased by domestic readers, and foreigners are not allowed to enter.
Jiang He took two books of "Japanese Speaking and Writing". He remembered that the third child said to him that Japanese is the best language to learn.
Jiang Shan was not empty-handed either. There were a dazzling array of miniature books on the first floor. The most expensive ones were only 15 cents each. He directly selected 20 books for his two children.
The two brothers here are very relaxed shopping and shopping, but the boss Jiang Hai on the other side is not so relaxed.
In the past few days, he and Cai Wensheng from the Supplement Department have visited almost every large and small enterprise in Pujiang.
Unexpectedly, even the most loss-making companies cannot accept newspaper advertisements.
Today, Jiang Hai and Cai Wensheng were still divided into two groups, each leading a subordinate to lobby the Pujiang market.
At this moment, he was sitting in the business department of "Red Star Daily Chemical Factory".
Jiang Hai, whose mouth was dry after explaining, once again explained to Section Chief Yuan the benefits of publishing newspaper advertisements:
"...Chief Yuan, you have to believe in the power of media propaganda. Our newspaper attaches great importance to your products and must publish the advertisement for Red Star Shampoo in the best position."
"Well," Section Chief Yuan clicked on the advertising quotation from Pujiang Daily: "One advertisement costs 500 yuan a day?"
"Yes, 500 yuan for an advertisement."
I don’t know where Jiang Shan found out about the Tianjing Daily’s advertising quotation of 700 yuan per article.
Jiang Hai and Cai Wensheng gritted their teeth and decided to lower the price again and again for the purpose of publishing.
Faced with the few "Red Star Daily Chemicals" that were interested in the advertising proposal, Jiang Hai felt that as long as the other party accepted the advertisement, it wouldn't matter if it was more favorable.
"Let's do this," Section Chief Yuan faced the young editor-in-chief and said with a smile:
"Didn't you always say that it will definitely be effective? Then write it in the contract. We must ensure that after our products are advertised, we can sell... half."
