Looking at the posture on the court now, Comrade Jiang Shan really can't put up a posture of doing anything if he doesn't accept it.
So, I discussed with Dad Jiang: "It's been almost half an hour, why don't we withdraw."
Jiang Xiangnan nodded: "I have wanted to withdraw from the stall for a long time. Being surrounded by these old ladies is like watching a monkey playing."
After listening to Father Jiang's words, Jiang He, with a gloomy look on his face, stepped out again with one long leg.
Fortunately, Jiang Shan had quick eyesight and quick hands. He grabbed his second brother and whispered to Dad Jiang: "Get out."
Then, a bicycle quickly drove out of the Daguangming Cinema. It was the comrade who reported to other groups.
With a frustrated look on her face, Mother Jiang neatly packed away the bell-bottom pants on the stall.
He didn't notice at all that at this time, a female student of seventeen or eighteen years old was standing on the steps of Daguangming Cinema.
He was looking in the direction of Jiang Ma with a pair of big surprised eyes.
"Oh my god," she muttered silently in her heart: "Isn't that my aunt's family? Why are they reduced to setting up a stall along the street?"
Zhou Jiajia put away her panic expression and suddenly quickened her pace.
She raised one hand and covered half of her face unnaturally.
Don't let your aunt's family see it. She doesn't want her classmates to know that she has such a relative.
Zhou Jiajia is the daughter of Jiang's sister Yan Mei. Like Jiang Chuan, she is a sophomore in high school.
The children who grew up pampered and pampered on weekdays vowed not to associate with their big brothers, workers and peasants.
Jiang Shan looked at the girl from a distance, and saw her leaving in embarrassment.
Memories of my childhood suddenly surfaced. After all these years, the look in my eyes when I looked at his family has not changed at all. I am still arrogant and full of disgust.
"What are you looking at?" In just a moment, Jiang's mother had already packed everything.
Jiang Shan smiled: "I saw a ghost."
"What a hell,"
Looking at the majestic aunts a few meters away, Jiang Ma dared to speak but did not dare to get angry, so she whispered in a low voice:
"Go quickly!"
"I won't go back with you today,"
It was still early, but Jiang Shan decided to go to work directly: "Brother is still in the newspaper office, I will go over and play for a while."
"Okay, if you want to go, go ahead!"
Tonight, Jiang He didn't follow Jiang Shan anymore, it was enough to join in the fun once.
He still prefers the feeling of picking up a paintbrush.
Pujiang Daily.
By the time Jiang Shan stepped into the editor-in-chief's office, the place had just entered its most tense moment.
Today, editor-in-chief Jiang Hai’s office has become a temporary combat headquarters.
Two desks merged together are their battlefield at the moment.
Editing, proofreading, typesetting...
Tomorrow's "Pujiang Daily" will be finalized here.
It was an unwritten rule that tabloids copied broadsheets, and broadsheets copied major newspapers.
This time, Editor-in-Chief Cai of Pujiang Daily decided to copy the newspaper accurately.
The news marked in the old newspapers in Jiangshan yesterday became the main force of the "Hot Topics" in the new third edition of "Pujiang Daily".
Looking at it, I still saw the usual one reproduced in the **** newspaper.
However, the characteristics of the reproduced content are surprisingly similar.
Which authority should be transferred to which one, and which one should be chosen freshly.
[Coca-Cola and National Cereals and Oils signed a contract at Yanjing Hotel.]
[Welcome the FAW delegation to Japan for their triumphant return.]
[Let’s start with young people’s hairstyles and trousers]
[Cao Yu speaks out for bell-bottom pants: Open your eyes boldly]
…
There are also many articles exclusively written by "Pujiang Daily".
"Lesbians are flocking to the People's Shopping Mall. Where are Mayumi's scarves of the same style?"
"The first English corner was born in Pujiang People's Park"
"A Letter of Thanks to the Education Press"
"Pujiang Daily Relay: Speak up for bell-bottom pants"
…
Jiang Shan, who stood silently at the table, smiled. His eldest brother is still very reliable!
"How about it?"
Cai Wensheng discovered the country beside him, and he personally took charge of the typesetting work tonight: "Doesn't it look good?"
“So eye-catching!”
"Um?"
"It's just so attractive."
"That's for sure." Editor-in-Chief Cai was full of energy at this moment: "You just didn't see the enthusiasm of our newspaper reporters, I'm sorry."
"Yes," Editor-in-Chief Jiang Hai also nodded:
"I really should go out for more walks. I know there is something new in Pujiang every day, but I didn't realize that it changes every day."
"Where are we going? Let's wait and see!"
After saying that, Comrade Jiang Shan put his hands on the table.
For a moment, he carefully read the article "Pujiang Daily Relay: Speak Up for Bell-Bottoms" in front of him.
I found that in addition to the signature of the interviewer, there was also his own signature.
Writer: Jiang Shan.
At first glance, it seems that it was arranged by the boss, and I am probably embarrassed to add my own name.
This article is well written by Jiang Hai.
On the surface it is a response to the article by the great writer Cao Yu, but in fact it is also a voice for myself:
[On the Feitian murals of the Tang Dynasty in China, bell-bottom pants clearly appear. It can be seen that bell-bottom pants actually originated from our country...]
“Well written!”
For the first time, Jiang Shan saw his eldest brother's writing skills, referencing the past to discuss the present, combining it with the present, and occasionally mentioning famous people.
Standard media backbone elements.
"This," Jiang Shan pointed to one of the paragraphs:
"I would like to add a sentence at the beginning: Recently our newspaper office has received many letters from the masses..."
As long as we can get the masses to support us, it will be perfect.
Cai Wensheng wondered: "We haven't received any letters from the masses."
Jiang Shan didn't even raise his head: "I'll write you a few letters right away."
Several editors, including Jiang Hai, all looked at Jiang Shan.
Afterwards, Cai Wensheng smiled bitterly, it was not impossible:
"Okay, I'll change it right away."
Another editor quickly cooperated:
"Let's see if there is anything else that needs to be added. It must be finalized before 9 o'clock. The printing factory is waiting."
"No, these manuscripts are excellent. I want to learn from you."
There are so many ways to write this thing.
Jiang Shan felt that he was not qualified to comment on other people's articles.
My eldest brother is a different matter. Who wants him to borrow his name?
Editor-in-Chief Jiang on the other side didn't care at all that Lao San changed his article.
Now he felt that he had learned a lesson from this kid again.
Jiang Hai had long discovered that every time Lao Sanyi walked into the chief editor's office, he would always gain something.
Similarly, Cai Wensheng just wrote down the word "eye-catching" in his notebook.
In fact, Comrade Jiang Shan has already restrained himself.
He tried his best not to bring some of the cunningness of later generations into this era in advance.
But sometimes if you think about it carefully, someone or something nowadays is quite dark.
Several editors are now working together skillfully, finalizing the draft, and typesetting it.
One of the old editors wearing glasses was tapping an abacus.
"One time five goes to four, six goes to ten and five goes to one."
The other side asked: "If you use size 1 for the three-column questions, how many can be put there?"
He can report it right away.
Jiang Shan was simply convinced.
He always thought that he was some kind of media boss, and he had never seen an old comrade show off his skills a little bit.
