On the square table in the dining room of the outhouse, there was a large piece of white paper that Jiang Hai brought back from the newspaper office. The second child, Jiang He, began to sketch out the photos prepared by Jiang Shan.
After all, Jiang He had been painting big-character posters in the Northeast for several years, and his skills in large-scale portrait painting were not as solid as usual.
The larger the size, the better it can show off its painting skills.
In just a short while, the palm-sized Mayumi in the photo had been enlarged and copied onto a life-size piece of white paper.
The younger sister Jiang Chuan looked at it with eyes wide open. All this time, she only knew that the second brother was copying the little man's book with the younger brother.
I never thought that my second brother was a practicing practitioner himself.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the eldest brother Jiang Hai also saw Jiang He painting for the first time. Only then did he realize that there was a great god in his family:
"You two are really amazing. It seems that the re-education of the poor and lower-middle peasants has been very effective on you two."
Jiang He ignored him. How could this little job be considered a big deal for him?
However, Jiang He was still very happy if he could do something to help his family.
Jiang Shan specifically asked Hu Xiao to help him develop a few full-body photos of Mayumi, which was simply a trivial matter for the translation studio.
But it was precisely because of this incident that Hu Xiao found out that Jiangshan was going to help the Second Clothing Factory sell bell-bottom pants.
At this moment, Mayumi on the big white paper looked exactly like a beautiful model wearing a floral shirt and white bell-bottom pants.
"Look," Father Jiang was excited when he saw it: "Aren't these the bell-bottom pants produced in our fourth workshop?"
"Don't tell me," Jiang Hai also noticed something: "These pants are really worth 35 yuan on this little girl."
"Really?" Father Jiang liked to hear this: "All the materials used are good."
Although Jiang's mother liked it, she still felt that it didn't taste like pork: "I definitely wouldn't buy it. For 35 yuan, I can get a piggy back."
The younger sister Jiang Chuan liked it more and more: "Dad, I think it looks good. Buy me a pair of bell-bottom pants."
"What good things are you thinking about?"
"Go, go and study quickly."
The way the second brother was painting meticulously made Jiang Hai think about what he should do.
Soon, he grabbed a coat and walked out of the courtyard.
At this moment, Jiang Hai just wanted to ask Cai Wensheng to write out the application letter for advertising as soon as possible and submit it overnight.
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At nine o'clock in the evening, Yu Wenwen, who had been looking outside, finally saw Jiang Shan's figure.
The scene in the translation factory during the day made her anxious all afternoon, and she had to find time to find out.
At this moment, Jiang Shan, who was wearing a light blue shirt and carrying a box of mooncakes, walked slowly and leisurely.
Looking at the mooncakes in Jiang Shan's hands, Yu Wenwen's eyes lit up and he finally started to bring gifts for himself again.
Just when I was thinking about the beauty, I saw Jiang Shan walking straight into the delivery workshop.
Then a voice came out: "Master Ma, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I will bring you some mooncakes to try."
"moon cake?"
Master Ma swallowed his saliva just listening to it.
In this era, even in Pujiang, people only cared about weighing boxes of snacks during the Chinese New Year. On weekdays, they could just buy steamed buns, fried dough sticks and the like to satisfy their cravings.
"I don't know what you like to eat," Jiang Shan handed the mooncakes to the master: "I just picked a few pieces filled with sesame oil, salt and pepper, and pine nuts and bean paste."
Master Ma nodded repeatedly: "I like them all, I like them all."
I rushed Mingti back home, and my little grandson was still not happy to die.
For a moment, Lao Ma looked at Jiangshan happily. Now this boy brought him food and drink every two days. He didn't expect that he was still lucky enough to recruit a disciple.
When buying mooncakes today, Jiang Shan specially picked a box for Lao Ma. The master is now so protective of himself that he is reluctant to wake him up at three in the morning.
Even if Jiang Shan got up on his own, the master would always push him back: "Go, go, draw the manuscript of Qi, I can do this job by myself, your abacus can't even understand it."
Jiangshan knew that Master Ma wanted to give him more time to create.
"Try it," Jiang Shan was afraid that the master would be reluctant to eat it.
Master Ma glared: "What kind of mooncakes do you eat during working hours?"
The two were chatting when suddenly Yu Wenwen's figure drifted into the corner of their eyes.
Jiang Shan turned to look at her, not hiding his impatience.
Yu Wenwen seemed hesitant to speak, and looked over at Old Ma from time to time. Master Ma immediately understood that he thought he was in the way.
Just as I was about to leave, I heard a voice:
"The third child."
Jiang Hai actually came to find him.
Everyone knows that the current editor-in-chief of the newspaper is Jiang Hai. At this moment, Yu Wenwen's nervous fingers kept twisting a strand of hair.
"Brother?" Jiang Shan walked past her and walked out: "Do you have a problem with me?"
Jiang Hai nodded: "Are you not busy now? Come and sit at my place."
"He's not busy,"
Master Ma said something more for his apprentice and winked at Jiang Shan: "Don't worry about it, go quickly."
"become."
It wasn't until he saw the two brothers Jiang and Shan disappear on the path that Yu Wenwen sighed leisurely and walked out of the delivery workshop.
In the office building of "Pujiang Daily", apart from the room of the editor on duty, only the editor-in-chief's room, Jiang Hai, still had the lights on.
At this moment, Jiang Hai and Cai Wensheng were sitting face to face on the desk, quietly looking at Jiang Shan who was sitting on the single sofa.
Jiang Hai noticed that the other party's brows were frowning, and he quickly asked: "How are you, Third Brother? Is there anything wrong with you?"
Jiangshan found that this application report was much more comprehensive than the last time:
[Advertising in China has an ancient history. In the era of "Water Margin", the tavern where Wu Song passed by when fighting tigers had a roadside billboard saying "Three bowls of food will not last". In the Pujiang River in the 1920s, row upon row of outdoor advertisements almost became
The logo of Shiliyangchang.]
[On August 17, 1966, a full 13 years have passed since the last product advertisement was hastily closed in the Liberation Daily...]
Jiang Shan flicked the application letter in his hand: "Everything else is fine, but it's best to write down the current predicament of our newspaper in the application report."
"Complaining?" Cai Wensheng thought it made sense: "I'm good at this."
"Then you write it," Jiang Hai immediately unscrewed the pen and handed it to Editor Cai: "Make it as difficult as possible for our newspaper to write."
"We are already poor, so there is no need to add fuel to the fire," Cai Wensheng said with a bitter look on his face: "Just tell the truth, we can definitely withstand the investigation of the organization."
[After liberation, the newspaper was the first unit that did not ask for money from the state... After WG, it began to make losses every year and lose money every month. It was not enough to put in all the 500,000 it earned before. In recent years, it has even reached out to the state.]
[Nowadays, there are 265 employees in the newspaper office and printing factory, and there are many old and young generations living in one house. According to our statistics, there are many such cases. There is even one unit where three generations live in two houses. 】
[Nowadays, the newspaper office is facing difficulties and it is difficult to recruit talents. Before Comrade Cai Wensheng from the supplement department was transferred, he wrote a letter of guarantee that he would not own the house within three years...]
Seeing this, Jiang Shan and Jiang Hai looked at each other and smiled. The editor-in-chief has not been assigned a house yet.
Two camps in the same country and different cities are sharpening their swords and guns for the same goal.
At this time, in an earthquake shed on the side of the road in Heping District, Tianjing City, the editor-in-chief of Tianjing Daily was arguing his case at the editorial board meeting.
"The housing conditions for employees are very difficult now. In the past two years since the earthquake, many employees still live in temporary shacks. A unit that is supposed to be responsible for its own profits and losses has become dependent on financial allocations to support itself every year. How can it give you money to build a house?"
?It’s time for the advertising business to recover..."
