91. Chapter 90 Going bankrupt and working in publishing
Chapter 90 Going bankrupt and working in publishing
At 7:30 the next morning, it was Li Ruocheng’s happy day when he was discharged from the hospital.
According to the doctor's instructions, the old man only needs to take medicine and go home to rest.
Father Jiang led Jiang He and brothers Jiang Shan to the ward early.
Just in time, I met a nurse applying eye drops to Li Ruocheng.
"Look," Jiang Xiangnan walked around the ward: "This ward for cadres is different. It also has a flush toilet."
Jiang He also felt that this thing was really convenient: "Why don't you hurry up and enjoy it? You'll be gone soon."
"That must be true," Father Jiang couldn't hold it in for a moment: "I don't know if I will have the opportunity to live in a ward like this in the future."
"Bah, bah, bah," Li Huaiying said quickly: "This is a hospital, don't expect to go here."
"That's true," Father Jiang also turned around: "You can't be sick if you have anything."
"Lao Jiang," Li Ruocheng began to change clothes: "I am able to live in such a ward this time, and I still enjoy the blessing of being the third child in your family."
Li Huaiying has been talking about this for the past two days: "No, I was so anxious at that time. I didn't expect that the director of the hospital would personally bring the ophthalmologist here."
Jiang Xiangnan likes to hear people praising his son the most: "This boy is really getting wiser as he gets older. Before, I regretted continuing to raise the third and fourth children. Now it seems... none of them can be left behind."
Jiang Shan was holding two bags of canned fruits and stood aside with a smile.
He himself did not expect that Director Ma of the inpatient department not only called the ophthalmologist over temporarily, but also came with him specifically to give him some advice.
It seems that the reputation of the director of Pujiang TV Station should not be underestimated.
Li Huaiying urged his wife to leave quickly: "After packing, let's leave quickly, so as not to delay the children's affairs later."
Not to mention, Jiangshan has quite a lot going on today.
After a while, he will have to publish social drawings!
…
When Jiang Shan walked out of the accounting office accompanied by Editor Pan, he already had 420 yuan in royalties for "The Battle of Red Cliff" and 70 yuan in advance for living expenses for the next book "Seven Captures of Menghuo" in his pocket.
"Editor Pan," Jiang Shan came over today with another matter: "You gave me the calendar you gave me a few days ago. Can you sell me two more copies?"
Editor Pan smiled: "Like it?"
"Haha," Jiang Shan said truthfully, "I think this is a rare thing. I want to buy two copies and go back to the work unit to curry favor with the boss. Nowadays, because I have to draw little books, I can't work wholeheartedly for the work unit."
"oh?"
Editor Pan thought to himself, no wonder Comrade Xiao Jiang can draw so fast. It turns out that he is doing his side job as his main job: "Then I have to give you my full support!"
Jiang Shan: “Thank you for the leadership’s support.”
"Come, follow me to the office," Editor Pan asked as he walked: "Comrade Xiao Jiang, which unit do you work in?"
Jiang Shan chose: "Pujiang Translation Film Studio."
"Oh," Editor Pan didn't expect it at all: "What a great unit!"
Jiang Shan smiled and said, "How much does this calendar cost? I'll give you the money."
"This batch of calendars is mainly sold within our industry," Editor Pan said as Jiang Shan knew: "The publishing house also kept some and gave them to the more outstanding contributors."
Jiang Shan heard this beautifully: "Do I count?"
"certainly,"
The two of them walked into the office unknowingly.
"Here, take it," Chief Editor Pan handed Jiang Shan two volumes of wall calendar: "This is our editorial department's full support for your work."
Jiang Shan was stunned for a moment. He wanted to refuse again, but when he saw there were other people in the office, he quickly said "thank you" and took over.
When leaving, I passed by the editorial office of a "Pujiang Art Magazine" and found that they were busy taking down the door signs.
Jiang Shan knew in his heart that it must be another magazine from before it was re-opened.
At the end of 1978, publishing houses across the country responded to the national call and increased their efforts to publish books and picture albums.
In the past few months at the end of the year, there were only 105 newspapers in the country, and they actually worked overtime to print more than 5,000 categories and 3.7 billion books.
In the past few years, publishing houses have never imagined that in the future there would be such jargon as "going bankrupt and not doing publishing."
The printing plants of various publishing houses are completely shut down.
Therefore, at the end of 1978, some magazines that were not making money and wasted paper were shut down one after another to make way for them.
…
"Xiaojiang,"
Master Lu from the communication room of Pujiang Translation Studio stopped him as soon as he saw Jiang Shan.
Then he handed a large stack of letters into his hands: "Please help bring today's letter in."
"okay!"
In recent times, with the continuous release of translated films, the factory has received many letters from the public every day.
In today's society, "letters" have become the most ideal communication tool for the masses.
Whether you want to say something nice or want to show your love to someone...
Even self-recommendations for job hunting can be sent by letter.
In Pujiang Translation Factory, Comrade Liu Guangling, who receives the most letters from the masses every day, originally wanted to work in a literary and artistic unit.
Thousands of recommendation letters were sent out one after another, but unfortunately they were all rejected because the ingredients were too high.
Unexpectedly, I ended up finding a treasure for the translation factory!
"Director Hu," Jiang Shan knocked on Hu Xiao's office door: "Will this be busy?"
Hu Xiao just put down the phone: "What makes you so happy? Xiao Jiang."
"Here," Jiang Shan handed over a calendar: "This is secretly issued by the publishing house."
"Oh?" Hu Xiao took it seriously.
He rolled it out and quickly rolled it up again: "Yes, next time something good like this happens, you have to think of me."
Jiang Shan nodded immediately: "It's necessary!"
Hu Xiao: "I heard that a reporter from your brother's newspaper came to our factory to interview the voice actors of "Havoc in Heaven"?"
"Yes," Jiang Shan nodded: "Pujiang Daily wants to publish several articles about the behind-the-scenes production of "Havoc in Heaven", and Meiying Studio also went to reporters."
Hu Xiao shook his head: "Every time Wan Laiming and the others make a film, it doesn't always go well. After filming "The Iron Fan Princess" in 1941, almost all the creative team went to Hong Kong to pull rickshaws."
Jiang Shan looked at Hu Xiao: "Can this matter be published in the newspaper?"
"No," Hu Xiao immediately waved his hand: "If Wan Laiming didn't mention this, you can just pretend you don't know."
Jiang Shan nodded: "I don't know."
In the afternoon, Cai Wensheng of Pujiang Daily received several calls.
They were all called from shopping malls in Pujiang asking about the "Havoc in Heaven" toys.
After hanging up the phone, Cai Wensheng immediately realized that the number of people who came to the mall today to inquire about Sun Wukong toys must far exceed the number of workers in Jiangning Toy Factory.
This publicity and planning activity has finally come to a successful conclusion.
Sure enough, the next day, Director Jiang of the Jiangning Toy Factory brought Accountant Chen over to deliver the promotional fee.
Director Jiang held Jiang Hai's hand tightly and refused to let go: "Thank you, Editor-in-Chief Jiang, I really appreciate your newspaper's help."
Jiang Hai was also happy for him: "All the toys are sold out?"
"Everything is sold out," Factory Director Jiang said excitedly: "So many people gathered around us to pay. This is the first time I have encountered such a thing."
"Editor-in-Chief Jiang," Accountant Chen became excited just thinking about it: "I was originally going to take the newspaper to the mall to sell toys, but I didn't expect them to come directly to my door."
"It's like robbing," Factory Director Jiang said, "They took away all the remaining toys."
"When the factory director was happy, he also gave them promotional posters."
"Okay, okay," Jiang Hai also didn't expect that the toys could be sold so quickly: "Hey, what are you doing?"
Facing the box of toys brought by Accountant Chen, Jiang Hai asked quickly.
Factory Director Jiang looked sincere: "Editor Jiang, our factory has nothing to offer except toys. These are the most popular toys this year. If you don't accept them, I will think you are looking down on me."
"Oh," Jiang Hai smiled and shook his head: "I'm very happy to be able to help you solve practical problems..."
In the evening, Jiang Hai walked into the house carrying a box of toys.
Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai were immediately dumbfounded.
Jiang Hai put the toy on the table: "Let's play with it!"
Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes were full of surprise: "This...is all for me and my brother?"
Jiang Hai smiled amiably: "Of course, if dad doesn't give it to you, who will give it to you?"
"Okay~"
Jiang Hai touched the children's little heads. Recently, these two children have been closer to the third child than himself.
It just so happens that I can use Director Jiang's box of toys to build a better relationship between parents and children.
During dinner, the younger sister Jiang Chuan looked at the toys piled on her little bed, turned around and asked, "Brother, why don't you share them with me?"
Jiang Hai rolled his eyes at her: "How old are you, otherwise you can choose a few items yourself."
Jiang Chuan pouted: "Humph!"
At this time, Jiang He took out 10 yuan from his pocket and handed it over: "Little sister, take it and spend it!"
"Really?" Jiang Chuan took it immediately: "Second brother is the best!"
Everyone at the table, except Jiang He, had their eyes widened in shock.
Among them, Jiang's mother was the most considerate: "Why did you give her so much money? Pocket money, just give her a small change."
Jiang Chuan quickly put the ten dollars into his pocket: "My second brother gave me more because he loved me. Now it's better. I have long wanted to buy a pair of small leather shoes."
Jiangshan couldn't sit still anymore.
Everyone knew that he was the one who earned the most in this room, so he took out ten yuan and handed it over: "My little brother gave me the money for the leather shoes."
"That's great," Jiang Chuan had already started to scream: "Thank you, brother, I'm the best!"
"Hey, hey, hey," Jiang's mother was still a step too late. Seeing the ten dollars being pocketed by her little daughter again, she said distressedly:
"You two spent one money on the handle of the knife and the other money on the back of the knife."
Father Jiang quickly answered: "None of it is wasted on the blade."
Jiang Chuan smiled and stuck out her tongue at them. At this moment, she was in the best mood in the whole room.
Mother Jiang smiled and tapped her little daughter on the head with her chopsticks: "Save the flowers!"
Jiang Shan quickly said from the side: "Mom, today's bowls are all reserved for the knife handles to wash."
"That's right," Jiang He also thought it was reasonable: "It's also a good idea to let Dao Bei's mother take a break."
Jiang Chuan said with a smile on his face: "Don't say it's tonight, leave all the dishes washing to me in the future!"
