Zhou Yeming felt much relieved after hearing this: "I'm also afraid that it will dampen Comrade Xiao Jiang's enthusiasm for work!"
"Don't worry, I still know him relatively well," Gu Zhengzheng glanced at his watch: "You go and finish the two paintings first, and leave the rest to me."
Zhou Yeming nodded: "Don't worry, I will handle it myself. The two certificates are ready. Let's meet at the National Restaurant later in the evening."
"Sure," when he was about to hang up the phone, Gu Zhengzheng quickly reminded him: "Director Zhou, don't forget those words about 80 cents."
"Don't worry, I'll bring it all back!"
When Gu Zhengzheng strode out of the History Museum, the three people in the square looked at him with smiles.
Among them, Jiang Shan smiled brightest.
In 1981, there were more than 9,000 paintings and calligraphy, with a conservative valuation of 40 billion yuan...
These sets of data have been in Jiangshan's mind (seduce)... cross them out, they have been calling him.
In his last life, Comrade Xu Huachi gave up most of his fortune to the country. Thank you for your hard work.
In this life, this heavy burden will be borne by Jiang Shan. He just likes it and will not let these calligraphy and paintings flow abroad.
"What good thing are you thinking of?" Gu Zhengzheng had already walked to Jiang Shan: "I was laughing so hard that I couldn't even close my mouth."
Jiang Shan's eyes were as clear as stars: "Gutai, thank you very much for arranging this opportunity for me to visit the hotel."
Gu Zhengzheng looked like this was a big deal: "Yes, we should create more learning opportunities for young comrades like you."
Jiang Shan said sincerely: "I will definitely not let down the organization's cultivation. I will come back in two years to have a look."
Huang Hua always had a semi-permanent smile on his face: "Then where will we study next?"
Gu Zhengzheng waved his hand: "Forbidden City."
Here, he is the leader. With an order, the others quickly follow.
At this time, visiting the Forbidden City is a good choice.
Although today, there is still a layer of imperial aura hanging over Yanjing.
However, the crisp autumn season is the best time to visit the Forbidden City.
Before entering the gate, an old man with a white beard dangled a handful of candied haws in front of Jiang Shan.
"Uncle," Jiang Shan counted out two cents and said, "Here are four bunches of candied haws."
After that, the four people who continued to move towards the Forbidden City held a bunch of candied haws in their hands.
It is said that autumn in Yanjing begins with the Forbidden City. Once autumn arrives, this place becomes the Forbidden City.
However, in Jiangshan's eyes, the Forbidden City was not as gorgeous as he had remembered.
In 1978, when the overall situation was decided, craftsmen involved in the restoration work could be seen everywhere in the Forbidden City.
Jiang Shan and Huang Hua walked and watched.
In the end, the two of them stopped at the same time under a corridor, watching the craftsmen standing on the high scaffolding, tracing the seal and painting the golden dragon.
The two craftsmen started painting directly, and every stroke was just right.
The originally faded paintings regained their brilliance little by little under the hands of craftsmen.
In Jiangshan's eyes, it is like a piece of film soaked in developer, turning from brown to colorful.
It's more like history in fast forward.
Jiang Shan raised his head and watched with great concentration. Huang Hua, who knew that he liked this, stood by silently.
"I don't even know how to take pictures of this," Gu Zhengzheng's voice came from behind again: "What a good news material. I missed this time, where can I find it..."
Zhang Lu picked up the camera and quickly leaned in to take pictures, while Gu Zhengzheng continued to point fingers at the side.
Jiang Shan couldn't help but smile, but when he looked around again, he found that Huang Hua's smile had disappeared.
"Brother," Jiang Shan asked in confusion, "What are you thinking about? Seriously."
"When did I lose my integrity?" Huang Hua laughed again: "I was just thinking that if such a good silk advertisement could not increase the silk export volume... ugh!"
Jiang Shan also thought about this problem two days ago.
"Brother," he waved to Huang Hua: "Since your company has been cooperating with the two silk factories in Pujiang for many years, you should know their main exporting countries, right?"
"Of course I know." Huang Hua felt that the question of Jiangshan was unnecessary: "The main sales are in Europe, with France as the main publicity."
"What about Japan?" Jiang Shan continued to ask.
"The United States," Huang Hua said with certainty, "Although France also has many countries, the United States has always been their largest export country."
"Have you never thought of exporting our silk to the United States?" Jiang Shan directly expressed his thoughts.
"Comrade Xiao Jiang, think about it carefully," Huang Hua explained to Jiang Shan unhurriedly:
"Without much effort, Japan forced us to give up part of France's share, not to mention the United States, which is their important layout."
Jiang Shan refused to give in: "We can also re-plan the layout and focus on the United States."
Huang Hua shook his head: "Do you think our country doesn't want to do it? But it's not easy!"
"Brother," Jiang Shan took a bare bamboo stick and wrote two words on the ground: "Just because it wasn't easy before, doesn't mean it's impossible now."
Huang Hua quietly watched the mountains and rivers drawing across the land: Qiu said.
Since 1978, a large number of cheap and high-quality Japanese goods, electrical appliances, cars... have poured into the United States.
As a result, a large number of workers in the United States have been laid off one after another and become unemployed.
The American people's dislike of Japan is getting higher and higher day by day.
The next two years will reach its climax.
By 1980, people were smashing up Japanese stores, smashing up Japanese cars, and even chasing Japanese people...
"If you are asked to buy something from a very annoying person," Jiang Shan patiently guided him, "are you willing to pay for it?"
Huang Hua immediately shook his head: "I would rather not use it."
Jiang Shan: "But what if it is a product that must be used?"
Huang Hua still doesn't want to pay, but if he has to use it...: "Are there no other sellers?"
"That's right," Jiang Shan laughed: "If Americans don't want to buy silk from Japan, our country is right on top."
"Oh~"
Huang Hua's thinking broadened: "Not to mention, in recent years, Japan's life in the United States has not been as easy as the previous two years."
"Brother Hua is very accurate," Jiang Shan nodded fiercely: "My friends from abroad all said the same thing."
Since the last time at Pujiang TV, Jiangshan pointed out that Huang Hua’s advertising plan was similar to French public service announcements.
Huang Hua knew that Jiangshan had a group of foreign friends.
He continued to reason according to Jiang Shan's thinking: "You said that this situation can indeed be exploited, but what our company can do is only collect external research and publicity, so we can only make suggestions."
"Actually, these have nothing to do with me at all," Jiang Shan smiled: "I mainly don't want to see you with such a droopy face, brother."
Huang Hua didn't expect that Comrade Xiao Jiang was still facing him:
"Yesterday at the meeting between Gutai and the Ministry of Commerce, they unanimously decided that your silk advertisement will become the unified external publicity advertisement for domestic silk.
Of course, all silk units will also jointly bear the costs of advertising production and placement."
Jiang Shan was a little surprised: "Is there such a big movement this time?"
"Yes," Huang Hua did not expect: "It seems that the revitalization of our country's silk exports is imminent."
