Pujiang Translation Film Studio, Director’s Office.
The external promotion of the "Latent" radio drama, personally supervised by Hu Xiao, officially welcomed a heavyweight advertising client.
"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and there must be a east wind chariot if there is a road."
Looking at the lines in their hands, Qiu Yuefeng and Bi Ke started chanting together: "This program is specially broadcast by Dongfeng Trucks."
After thinking of this, Bi Ke raised his head and looked at Hu Xiao: "Director, do you have to add this sentence before every episode of "Latent"?"
"right,"
Hu Xiao, who was sitting in the office chair, nodded: "Not only the beginning of the film needs to be added, but also the end of the film."
Hearing this, Bike lowered his head and read out the slogan at the end of the film: "Dongfengdongfeng, pioneer of getting rich, oh, this slogan is so clever!"
"Can it not work?"
Qiu Yuefeng smiled very proudly, as if he had come up with this phrase: "These are all Xiao Jiang's works."
"country?"
Bi Ke glanced at Qiu Yuefeng, who had just returned from Yanjing: "I just said, why does it sound so pleasant to my ears? It turns out that they are all my own!"
"But..." Qiu Yuefeng thought for a while: "Can we receive advertising fees for Dongfeng Trucks' advertisements? The Machinery Department won't let us broadcast it for free, right?"
"Look at Lao Qiu,"
Hu Xiao pointed at Qiu Yuefeng and smiled at Bi Ke: "Ever since I filmed a few commercials with Jiangshan, I have begun to care about the economic benefits of the factory."
"That's not true," Qiu Yuefeng laughed himself: "I went to the capital on a business trip this time, and I obviously felt different. You don't know it yet, but now even the underground air-raid shelters in Yanjing have been turned into guest houses."
"Yeah?"
Hu Xiao and Bi Ke looked at each other in surprise: "It seems that this capital has really become a pioneer in getting rich."
Bi Ke: "Look at it this way, our air-raid shelter in Pujiang can't escape?"
"That's not necessarily true," Qiu Yuefeng said, "I heard from Xiao Jiang that we have twice as many hotels and guesthouses in Pujiang compared to Yanjing, so we haven't reached that point yet."
"You have to prepare in advance," Bike said, "There are more and more foreigners now."
"Okay, okay," Hu Xiao clicked his tongue and said, "Let's not worry about other people's concerns. You two should quickly add these two lines. Several radio stations are still waiting for them!"
"good."
"Let's go."
Just as Bi Ke and Qiu Yuefeng stood up to leave, the phone on their desk suddenly rang.
"Hello,"
Hu Xiao picked up the answer and said, "Yes, I am the person in charge of Pujiang Translation Studio."
"..."
"It turns out to be a comrade from Liaoning Radio Station," Hu Xiao said, "Hello, hello."
"..."
"Your radio station does not have to pay any fees," Hu Xiao said into the phone: "We only charge advertisers for all production funds."
"..."
"That's right, the latest radio drama "Latent" recorded by our factory not only brought together many excellent voice actors, but also invited many actors, singers, and hosts who are loved by the masses,"
Hu Xiao is very skilled in his business: "I happen to have a recording of a radio drama here. I can play it for you to listen to first."
The next second, the voices of Zhao Zhongxiang and Song Shixiong rang out in Hu Xiao's office...
Bi Ke and Qiu Yuefeng, who were standing by the door, looked at each other and smiled, then walked out silently together.
…
"Ladies and gentlemen, this plane is expected to arrive at JFK Airport in 5 minutes..."
Listening to the announcement coming from the cabin, one after another the comrades who came from the East and Greater China all looked out the window.
Although the sky was already dark at this moment, the city, which was trampled under the feet of the country, had become a bright and shining world.
Looking out through the window, not to mention how flashy it is.
"Yongyu," Wang Shixiang began to get excited: "We finally arrived at the end of the field."
"Which end is Manhattan Island?" Huang Yongyu held the other person's shoulder and looked out the window: "Everywhere I look is the same."
As the altitude of the plane lowered and lowered, I could only feel the dazzling night scene passing by outside the window.
Then, a brighter airport appeared.
Each of the six terminals at JFK Airport is more eye-catching than the last.
Finally, the Japan Airlines Boeing 747 descended towards the one that Jiangshan was most looking forward to.
"Pay attention to Sisi," Jiang Shan said, "This is the most artistic of the six terminals at JFK Airport."
Jiang Shan's words caused several Chinese people in the airport to look out.
At this moment, the plane that had landed on the runway was slowly adjusting its direction.
"A terminal building is as big as this," Wang Shixiang looked out the window: "How big is this airport?"
"So big that there are no edges,"
Looking at the completely transparent terminal building outside the window, Huang Yongyu took a picture of the country across the aisle: "How do you know it is the most artistic?"
"I did my homework before coming here." Jiang Shan said plausibly.
"Why," Huang Yongyu asked upon hearing this, "Are you worried that you will make a joke?"
"What does it have to do with making a joke?"
Jiang Shan has never been thin-skinned: "I am mainly worried that I will miss the opportunity to appreciate some excellent buildings, especially you. Maybe I will get an opportunity to design an architecture in the future."
"Your suggestion is very timely."
Huang Yongyu immediately began to look out the window from another angle: "We should all study hard."
When the cabin door opened, the group of people with a learning attitude began to look openly.
Compared with the first time they competed in Tokyo, the overall temperament of this team is obviously different.
Especially Wang Fulin, who had just visited the British BBC TV station last year, had already raised his camera with Jiang Shan.
Terminal 5, which was built in the 1960s, is indeed a good place for taking photos.
The almost water-like smooth line design makes the comrades walking into the terminal feel like they have entered the world of science fiction.
The design of automatically opening and closing doors at each level allowed them to see firsthand the gap between their own home and the American empire.
"How did you do all this?" Wang Shixiang looked up at the dome with not a single brick in sight.
"That's right," Huang Hua, who was walking together, asked, "Can such a large span be tolerated?"
"This building is entirely made of reinforced concrete," Jiang Shan said as he walked, "I think our country will do the same thing in the future."
The entire space has curves that imitate flight patterns. Not to mention today, Terminal 5 will still be a particularly eye-catching building in future generations.
But in a few years, it will become a hotel at JFK Airport.
While walking in the unmodified terminal building, Jiang Shan couldn't help but whistle a lot.
When Yu Sigui, who was walking aside, heard this familiar tune, he opened his mouth and started humming along:
"I have been chasing you for thousands of miles, but you don't care;"
"It's not like you're in my dream,"
Then, Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang, who had also heard Jiang Shan sing several times, also sang along: "In my dream, you are my only one."
Until the group of people got on the minibus, Huang Yongyu couldn't help but ask himself: "Time and time again I ask my self, ask myself what is so good about you,"
"I looked pretty good all the way!" Wang Shixiang's eyes seemed to be glued to the car window.
Whenever the minibus passes a skyscraper, every comrade in the car will raise their necks vigorously.
Among them, Jiangshan is also included: "New York is so vast!"
"Comrade," although Yu Sigui came to New York for the first time, she was still a girl living in Tokyo:
"New York is a city known as the capital of the world, so of course it is different. The most important thing is that the street we are walking on is still the most prosperous street in New York."
"Um,"
Looking at Times Square with the flowing lights and shadows, Jiang Shan admitted: "It's indeed quite beautiful."
"Everyone, please listen to what I have to say first."
At this moment, Director Hou in the car spoke: "After more than 10 hours of flight time, we finally arrived in New York safely.
Although our two groups of members have different tasks, the general direction of the goal is the same.
Therefore, I hope that everyone can unite and help each other in the coming time.
After a while, the driver will take us to the first inspection location: Waldorf Astoria Hotel.
I know that there are quite a few people in our group who can speak English, so if you need to go out alone, you must be accompanied by a comrade who is fluent in English.
Another thing to note is that no matter which comrade needs to go out, he must obtain the permission of the team leader.
This point is very important, you two captains had better emphasize it again when we get to the hotel later."
Director Hou's last words were directed at Wang Fulin and Jiang Shan.
Compared with the 5-person team of the Tourism Bureau, the 7-person team of Jiangshan is more complicated.
But fortunately, the talents of this organization are relatively comprehensive.
Take Jiang Shan and Yu Sigui for example, from photography to translation to painting design, there seems to be nothing they can’t do.
But compared to these, what makes Hou Xijiu most satisfied is Jiangshan's execution ability.
For example, at this moment, a group of people who had just completed check-in procedures immediately gathered together for a small meeting according to Director Hou's instructions.
"Waldorf Astoria, let me see how comfortable it is."
"Capitalists will still enjoy it. Look at the size of this bathroom, it's almost as big as mine."
Adhering to guest room standards of large cloakroom and large bathroom, the group of people gathered in Jiangshan House couldn't stop at all.
But compared to them, Jiang Shan is more concerned about the program being played on the TV.
"I would say 34 is too young,"
A female host on the TV was sitting next to a well-dressed middle-aged man in a suit: "Donald, do you want to be the president of the United States?"
"I really don't believe I'm going to run for president,"
In 1980, Chuan Pu was as sincere as a hotel manager: "But I want to see a capable president."
The host continued: "Do you think wealth breeds corruption?"
Chuan Pu, who looked serious, finally smiled: "Of course I will."
In order to build momentum for the upcoming opening of the Hyatt Hotel, 33-year-old Chuan Pu was being interviewed by a famous gossip host.
"What are you looking at, Xiaojiang?"
Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang looked at the TV curiously: "Who is this Huang Mao?"
"No one"
Jiang Shan looked at the young Chuan Pu and said with a smile: "It's just an ordinary yellow hair."
