Chapter 48 News about the achievements of expired film
On the other side of the city, Pujiang Garment Factory No. 2.
The hot sales of "Pujiang Daily" did not seem to bring any change to Jiang Xiangnan's situation.
After lunch, he sat in the factory director's office with a sad face.
Director Wu's face looked very ugly: "Lao Jiang, you can be considered an old comrade, how can you be fooling around?"
Jiang Xiangnan: "I'm also worried. I can't sell my pants and my bonuses can't be paid out."
"Then you can't put the pants from our factory on Japanese women."
Jiang Xiangnan looked aggrieved: "Where did you get this? I don't have that ability."
"How not?"
Director Wu straightened up and imitated Father Jiang’s voice and shouted:
"Pujiang Garment Factory No. 2 made it for you with all their heart. It is really beautiful and Kurihara Komaki's favorite. Big sister, little sister, don't miss it when you pass by."
"Ah,"
Jiang Xiangnan couldn't help but shrugged and laughed, but refused to admit it: "I never said these things."
"I saw it all with my own eyes,"
Director Wu had already secretly taken a look outside the cinema: "Sister, sister, I really have you."
"It's not just for the workers under me,"
Jiang Xiangnan had an amused expression:
"Don't talk about little sister, if anyone can round up the bell-bottom pants in the warehouse, I can call her aunt."
Director Wu was choked up for a moment, but he still couldn't help but persuaded:
"Lao Jiang, when I was the workshop director, if you hadn't always stood on the other side of the workers, you would have long ago..."
Jiang Xiangnan understood that given Factory Director Wu's current position, saying that he could not get on the stage would definitely be considered a rip-off.
"Did someone put some shoes on me?"
"With me here, you can't wear small shoes,"
In fact, someone had already made a small report to the factory director about Jiang Xiangnan.
"Don't sell those bell bottoms for the time being,"
Director Wu also heard some of the recent rumors:
"Whatever pants you have, send them back to the warehouse."
Jiang Xiangnan felt that no one would dare to buy even if they wanted to sell: "What about the bonuses for our fourth workshop in the future?"
"Didn't I give everything to you two days ago? Everyone got a lot."
"We lost half a year before, why didn't you tell us,"
Jiang Xiangnan didn't like hearing this: "Now that he sees us taking some money, he starts to get jealous."
Director Wu was told that he was anxious, so he jumped up, pointed at the other person and said loudly: "Jiang Xiangnan..."
Before he finished speaking, the phone on the table rang.
Director Wu picked up the phone and shouted: "Hello~"
The other end of the receiver was silent for a moment, and then a sweet voice came:
"Hello, Director Wu, I am a reporter from Pujiang Daily. Do you have time to accept my interview now..."
Director Wu was stunned: "Pujiang Daily? Interview?"
The next second, he slowly sat back and assumed the posture that a leader should have: "Comrade reporter, I have time now."
After hanging up the phone, Director Wu asked Jiang Xiangnan to go back to the workshop first.
At the end of the day, he did not forget to shout to Jiang Xiangnan: "Lao Jiang, listen to me, don't sell your pants."
During the lunch break, in the open space at the entrance of the fourth workshop, Jiang Xiangnan folded his arms and stared blankly.
The female worker knitting a sweater on the side would pick up the sweater with bamboo needles strung on it from time to time and mark it on him.
"It's not over yet," Jiang Xiangnan said angrily, "It's not knitted for me."
The female worker continued to poke the needle: "They all look about the same, but there are some numbers."
"..."
Jiang Xiangnan cursed silently and continued to be stunned.
The work bell rang, and the afternoon work began again.
Just as everyone was turning around to enter the workshop.
Director Wu walked over with his chest puffed out.
The young female reporter just now was very impressed by Director Wu's compliment.
Only now did he know that their second clothing factory was already in line with international standards, and it was only a matter of time before they went abroad.
Director Wu said on the spot: "In the future, we must produce more and more fashionable clothing for the majority of female comrades."
Before saying this, the female reporter showed him many benign reports about bell-bottom pants.
"Lao Jiang, Director Jiang."
For the first time, Jiang Xiangnan found out that it was Factory Director Wu: "What's wrong?"
Director Wu came closer and whispered: "Don't send the pants back to the warehouse. You can continue to sell them."
After he finished speaking, he found that the female workers who were walking in front all quietly gathered around him.
However, no one showed a happy expression.
"Who are you selling it to? Who dares to buy it?"
Director Wu said sternly: "Comrade workers, as long as we all work together..."
We will definitely find a few enemies, Comrade Jiang Xiangnan answered silently in his heart.
But he still asked: "What? Can bell-bottom pants be sold again?"
"Didn't you read today's Pujiang Daily? I remember that your boss works there?"
"What happened to Pujiang Daily?"
Father Jiang never told the factory director that the boss had already taken the position of deputy editor-in-chief.
"You should really take a closer look."
The Jiang family subscribes to newspapers all year round, but they always read them after returning from get off work.
At this moment, Jiang Xiangnan felt something was wrong, so he ran out to buy a newspaper, but no one knew that there was not a single copy left.
He hurriedly called his boss and found out that the "Pujiang Daily" had a lot of good things to say about "flared pants".
After putting on the microphone, Jiang Xiangnan was still in a daze.
The whole way back to the workshop was still a bit overwhelming.
To be honest, he was afraid that after giving workers hope again, he would ruthlessly crush it.
After entering the fourth workshop, Jiang Xiangnan's energy increased again:
"Today after dinner, we will gather at my house as usual. We don't want to worry about the excess. We have worked hard to sell the 700 pairs of pants we have now."
The female workers thought about it and nodded.
"The director is right, it's 700 yuan after all!"
"Yes, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I have long wanted to buy myself a coat."
"Okay," Jiang Xiangnan waved his arms:
"That's it. As long as we can sell the remaining 700 pairs of pants, we will win."
…
At No. 651 Nanjing West Road, there is a Pujiang TV color TV building.
This building, completed in 1974, was considered to be one of the best in Pujiang at that time.
Whether it's the signal transmission tower soaring into the sky outside, or the control center or studio hall inside...
It is the first of its kind in the country.
There's nothing to say about the good hardware, but there's also... nothing to say about the broadcast content.
Comrade Jiang Shan has not moved away since he stepped into the TV station this morning.
In the evening, he and Huang Hua from Pujiang Decoration Company, led by Director Gu, walked to the canteen of the unit.
The food in the cafeteria of Pujiang TV Station is also very good.
But Huang Hua quietly told Jiang Shan that the food at Pujiang Radio Station was amazing.
Stir-fried pork slices with potatoes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, homemade tofu...
Director Gu prepared four dishes and one soup for the two of them, the standard for entertaining foreign guests.
At this moment, Comrade Jiangshan was really hungry, and every dish was delicious.
"I'm going to Yanjing to deliver the film the day after tomorrow,"
Director Gu looked at Jiang Shan's eating appearance: "Comrade Xiao Jiang is not nervous at all?"
"Should I be nervous?" Jiang Shan said blankly: "Are there any rules that I don't know about?"
Regarding the current era, Jiang Shan said that we must respect the present.
"There are no rules, it just reminds me of the first time I went to Beijing to deliver a film 20 years ago."
At this time, Director Gu had already fallen into memories.
Huang Hua, who was opposite, took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his hands.
Although the time we spent together was short, Jiangshan never saw him pass quickly.
Always take your time, not in a hurry.
But once he gets started, he can handle any difficult problem properly.
If Huang Hua has always wanted to poach the country and go to Pujiang for decoration, then Director Gu has always wanted to keep Huang Hua in the TV station.
Such a person is so easy to use, has a good temper, and has high skills. The key is that he never asks more questions.
"In April 1958, when Pujiang TV Station was being established, I was transferred from the radio station just because I had learned some recording equipment."
The words of the ancient director are like the passage of time, Jiang Shan and Huang Hua listened to them while eating.
"October 1st is the day when the TV station decides to pilot it."
Jiang Shan: "October 1st of that year?"
Director Gu: "Yes, it was the National Day in 1958."
Huang Hua: "It's too hasty,"
After all, it is an industry starting from scratch.
"What a rush,"
Director Gu laughed and said, "It's just a matter of preparing two songs and asking for a movie from Studio 8/1."
Huang Hua nodded: "There is not much more TV content now than there was back then."
"But the day before National Day, we were suddenly notified by the authorities to broadcast some grand events on National Day."
Comrade Jiangshan thought it was understandable. It happened to be a good time, and it was reasonable for the TV station to interview him.
"You have to remember that this is a fledgling TV station. It has no cameras and no film."
Huang Hua was shocked: "What?"
Jiang Shan: "What should we do if we don't have anything...a TV station?"
"I had the same idea as you," Director Gu said with a wry smile:
"However, this was a serious administrative task, and the whole team was very anxious at the time."
"After asking around, I finally found a roll of 16mm film that was eight years out of date at Factory No. 8/1. After a little trial and error, it was barely usable."
"But the camera borrowed from Factory No. 8/1 couldn't be put to work."
"There was no other way. I took Li Tao, a reporter from the TV station at the time, and searched all the big and small thrift stores in Pujiang overnight."
