Gradually, the three spectators in Room 305 have roughly figured out Comrade Jiang Shan’s tricks.
He always smoothes a sand painting right when it is about to be completed.
Then, hook them to continue watching, continue guessing... and continue passing the electricity.
The voice of Jiangshan sounded again: "It looks like a painting, just like flying..."
On the painting table, a painting of the Flying Fairy from the Mogao Grottoes is about to be completed.
Gu Zhengzheng grabbed Jiangshan's hand: "Don't fly away yet, let me take a steady look."
Finally, Jiang Shan's hands stopped. He hadn't done handicrafts for a long time and was a bit unwieldy.
Fortunately, at this time, the sand paintings have not yet appeared.
Any move you make will surely startle a group of gulls and herons.
What's more, his sand painting skills can still stand the test of the people.
Looking at the scene that has finally been erased.
The three spectators in room 305 first breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and then quickly took a closer look.
At this moment, Gu Zhengzheng was reluctant to let go of Jiang Shan's hand, for fear that the fairy in front of him would be taken away by this boy again.
"It's really good," Gu Zhengzheng couldn't help but praise as he looked at the painting table.
Unexpectedly, the yellow sand that is usually regarded as dust can actually present such a beautiful picture after Jiangshan's work.
"This is called sand painting," Jiang Shan explained to the three comrades in the room:
"Although they are small, but obedient, they can be combined into any picture you want. It is the same as embroidering a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water with each needle."
Jiangshan tried his best to explain it in an easy-to-understand way.
Nowadays, whether he is an illustrator or an advertising creative, he always uses the art form of painting to express his work.
So, if Jiangshan were asked to choose an advertising form, "painting" would still be the first choice.
It is completely consistent with his identity as a folk artist.
Is it the same as embroidery?
Gu Zhengzheng didn't say anything anymore, stretched out a finger and scratched a few times on the fine sand in the corner of the sand table.
Cursing secretly, how could he say it so lightly?
Gu Zhengzheng has been working in the news unit for more than 20 years, and has seen many strange and weird painting forms.
Not to mention the common stone paintings and woodblock paintings, there are also some iron paintings, leather paintings, carved walnuts, carved eggs...
Each of them is exquisite, exquisite and ingenious.
However, nothing made his liver tremble like the sand platform in front of him.
Jiang Shan watched Gu Zhengzheng walking around in circles without saying a word, and quickly followed up:
"Of course, any art form is inseparable from years of practice."
This time, Gu Zhengzheng nodded, indicating that this made sense.
On the other side, Huang Hua held his glasses and bent his back, looking carefully.
When he was looking at it fascinatedly, he caught a glimpse of Gu Zhengzheng drawing a circle on the corner.
It's not easy, it's not easy.
Although Comrade Xiao Jiang talks so easily, he may have suffered a lot behind the scenes.
He still knows some of these talented people who have emerged from among the educated youth.
Looking at the painting stand in front of him, Huang Hua nodded, but Jiangshan's hard work was still worth it.
Before the ban on domestic advertising business was lifted, Pujiang Decoration Company focused on export promotion.
After traveling around the world for so many years, I have developed some preferences for foreigners.
Even if Huang Hua understands it 100%, he has already mastered it by 7 or 8 points.
In addition to being new, strange, and special, it is also mysterious, rare, and hard-earned.
Jiang Shan's move just worked together.
By coincidence, Jiang Shan and he thought of going together.
Judging from this series of Japanese silk advertisements, the standard Japanese painting style of later generations has begun to take shape.
There are countless green mountains and beautiful waters in China, but neither Yanjing nor Pujiang TV Station can have their advanced shooting equipment.
Furthermore, time does not allow for it.
The best option is to paint directly on the sand.
Things you have never seen before are always epoch-making and high-end.
Comparing the pleasing pictures and visual feast, it is completely a dimensionality reduction attack.
I thought I had unveiled the mystery of the East, but I didn't expect there was a golden mask underneath.
Just like the three spectators in room 305 now, they smoothed the sand paintings in front of them before they had time to see them clearly.
Then, it invites the audience to continue watching, continuing to guess... and continuing to pass the test.
It doesn't matter if you didn't see it clearly. When the Chinese silk advertisement appears on the TV screen again, continue watching.
Any advertisement that does not talk about eye-catching or retention rate is just a hooligan.
Since ancient times, justice has not been practiced by businessmen, and business has been discussed in business.
Advertisements that cannot help Party A attract buyers are of no use to the public.
Huang Hua knew this well. When he looked up at Jiangshan again, he said, "Comrade Xiao Jiang, can you teach me how to learn sand painting?"
"No problem," Jiang Shan said cheerfully: "Actually, many painters can draw much better than me, but I used some cleverness and added a light source to it."
Gu Zhengzheng and Huang Hua said at the same time: "...Haha."
He is such an honest kid, he doesn't even know how good his skills are.
In fact, Jiang Shan is right.
The craft of sand painting is said to have been pioneered by foreigners, but in fact this is not the case. Old domestic artists have already mastered it.
It's just that there is a lack of light source to open up Ren and Du's two meridians.
At this moment, Zhang Lu looked happy.
He didn't hide his worries like Gu Tai and Huang Hua.
At this moment, I just feel excited. Today is an eye-opener. I have something to show off to my friends when I go back.
"By the way, Comrade Jiangshan, when I was writing the list this afternoon," Zhang Lu asked with a smile, "Didn't you say: Prepare these things first. Are there any other needs?"
"Yes," Huang Hua also remembered this: "Is there anything else besides sand paintings?"
Gu Zhengzheng said nothing, only looking at Jiangshan.
"certainly,"
Jiang Shan walked over and turned on the light, looked at the other three people and said, "The silk advertisement I prepared requires a total of three sand tables."
He glanced at Huang Hua, who nodded immediately.
Jiang Shan continued: "We still need music and narration. I'm in charge of the sand paintings. Who will do the narration?"
After saying that, he looked at Gu Zhengzheng.
At the same time, Zhang Lu also looked at his leader.
However, Huang Hua didn't look at it. He smiled and said slowly: "My voice is not bad, I can give it a try."
Jiang Shan shook his head: "Your voice is so intriguing, and Director Gu's voice is more suitable."
Zhang Lu: "I agree, Gutai's voice is more suitable."
Gu Zhengzheng did his part: "Then I will narrate,"
At this moment, Director Gu seemed to have found the feeling he had 20 years ago:
"Comrades, we are now a team, regardless of department level or unit. We must work together to create an excellent silk advertisement. We must not let this bright pearl be buried."
Wow~
In Mile 305, everyone applauded loudly, including Director Gu himself.
Next, everyone takes their places and works separately.
Jiang Shan and Director Gu stayed in the room to write the narration.
Yanjing TV station on Zhang Lu asked for help with the soundtrack.
Huang Hua, wearing a gray Chinese tunic suit and a pair of pale blue sleeves, began to make two other sand painting stands.
