Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

One thousand days? Yuan Jiefang asked with wide eyes:

Are you sure? The advertisement our factory placed in Jie Fang Daily a while ago already said 1,200 a day.

Jiang Hai smiled after looking at Jiang Shan.

Sure enough, it was just as they expected.

Don't worry about other newspapers for now, Jiang Hai reminded: Four days is four thousand yuan, what can you do?

At this moment, Yuan Jiefang was already busy whitewashing the advertisements on the wall:

No matter how hard I work, I have to get this done! You three have to keep your mouths shut. No one can tell this secret.

Yes, let the readers guess for themselves! Jiang Shan originally wanted to remind Yuan Jiefang, but he did not expect that the old comrade's vigilance was not weak at all.

Uncle, stop swiping for now, Jiang Shan explained: On the fourth day, I will put a line on the advertisement: Use this advertisement to buy, get discount...

Under the night, the three brothers from Jiangshan were still discussing this matter.

Jiang Hai wanted to know at this moment: Lao San, what do you think the effect will be if this advertisement is published?

He has not forgotten what Jiang Shan said: he will write the underwriting and quantity in the contract.

Don't worry, brother, Jiang Shan said easily, Since I've said it, I can definitely do it.

Today, Pujiang Daily, which holds the title of the first advertisement, is unrivaled in the limelight.

From Jiang Shan's point of view, the way to compete with it is actually very simple, as long as Feng Sao takes the lead again.

January 26, 1979, the day before New Year’s Eve.

All units sent letters asking Jiangshan to go and collect benefits.

After reading a few letters in his hand, Jiang Shan smiled and walked out of the door with a stack of drawings for The Battle of Red Cliff.

It's a pity that the last time I received the commission of Cooking Wine and Discussing Heroes from the publishing house.

Editor-in-Chief Pan Ye has already told Jiang Shan that all 48 mini-book tasks for The Romance of the Three Kingdoms have been distributed.

This time, Jiang Shan still doesn’t know which book he will be commissioned for.

Nowadays, in addition to the more than 2,000 yuan in Jiangshan's pocket, apart from the two little books, it is the royalties for Latent.

Based on the 70 pages of a little book, even if Jiang Shan draws slowly, he can still draw one book a month, which is 420 yuan.

The reform has been opened, and it's time for the country's money to be spread out.

In Pujiang Fine Arts Publishing House, I just put the 420 yuan royalties for Red Cliff War in my pocket.

Editor Pan handed over a book in English. Jiang Shan took it and looked at it: Les Misérables?

Editor Pan patted the book in Jiang Shan's hand: We have been thinking about it for a long time. Only you, Comrade Jiang Shan, can handle this task. The main thing is pictures, and the translation is concise and clear.

If, according to Jiang Shan's original intention, he did not want to take on such a heavy comic book task, especially Les Misérables.

Do you know how many pages this book requires? Jiang Shan was not interested in this and pushed the book outward.

Editor Pan secretly tried his best: Let's draw the first volume and give it a try. It costs 20 yuan a page with pictures and translations.

20 yuan? The same price as the cover? Jiang Shan exclaimed, 800 pictures cost more than 10,000 yuan.

However, the battle line was too long. Jiang Shan shook his head: I still...

Editor-in-chief Pan was determined not to give Jiang Shan a chance to refuse: I owe you a favor, our editorial department really can't find another artist who can draw pictures and translate them together.

Looking at Editor Pan's expectant eyes, Jiang Shan did not say his rejection after all.

It’s really hard to find someone who can translate the paintings together.

In the previous life, this comic strip was also completed by a couple.

Sure, since he couldn't shirk it, Jiang Shan immediately said righteously, I'll take this job!

Editor Pan breathed a sigh of relief, and the tasks assigned above were finally fulfilled: Xiao Jiang, I have made a decision to be your friend.

The liver comes first, but: Don't rush me.

I will never rush you into this book, Pan Ye said, fearing that Jiang Shan would regret it: It has too many pages. Every time you draw a dozen or so pages, you can come over and settle the royalties...

After listening carefully, Jiang Shan gradually felt that he was lucky not to recommend this book just now.

But you must remember one thing, Editor Pan warned: When drawing, the famous places in France must be faithfully restored.

No need to remind you about this, Jiangshan will also obey: Don't worry!

Editor Pan nodded: If that doesn't work, go to the library and borrow a book, American Geographic Magazine.

Jiang Shan smiled: Okay!

A planning fee of 500 yuan for the weather forecast from Pujiang TV Station, and two boxes of New Year’s benefits from Pujiang Translation Factory.

Jiangshan has been feeling lucky all the way. Fortunately, he got to ride his bike today.

When he was riding home happily.

Yu Sigui, who is far away in Japan, is sitting in the small studio of Dongjing TV Station.

On the big screen at the front, one advertisement after another flashed by.

Until...a silent little boy appeared on the screen.

When every child in the teacher is drawing colorful crayons.

The black crayon in the hand of a little boy is filling the drawing paper one after another.

The whispers of exchanges in the studio gradually disappeared.

At this moment, both the TV station staff and the advertising company colleagues who also came to participate in the campaign were all staring at the big screen.

While watching, each of them was speculating on the outcome.

They have already seen a lot of this type of public service announcements, and the final broadcast is nothing more than a reversal of the ending.

But...how much reversal can this completely blackened drawing paper bring?

Afterwards, everyone who took it for granted showed disdain on their lips.

Yu Sigui's hand unconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly.

When the nurse in the advertisement finally discovered that two of the dark paintings of the little boy could be spliced ​​together.

Soon, all the members in the studio followed the perspective of the doctors standing on the second floor of the hospital on the big screen.

All the drawings of the little boy in the advertisement were combined to form a fat black whale on the open space on the first floor of the hospital.

There is no need for too many words of praise, everyone here is an expert.

The warm applause from the audience is the best affirmation for Yu Sigui of Dadi Advertising.

After Yu Sigui took over the advertising contract from the broadcasting section chief of the TV station, she immediately smiled and walked out of the studio steadily.

It's done! Yu Sigui, who couldn't wait to go home, found a phone at the TV station and informed his father: Dad, we got the one-year advertising contract.

Yu Qinghan has been waiting for her daughter's call, and now she can finally feel relieved: Thanks to Mr. Jiang in China, what did you promise him...?

Don't worry, Dad, Yu Sigui said happily: I have made an appointment with Miss Zhenyoumei a long time ago. Even if this advertisement is not selected, I will help Jiangshan interview her.

Very good, that's how it should be, Yu Qinghan nodded: In a few days, I will go back to China to do a few things, and I will bring back the audio and video materials of the interview.

Yu Sigui suddenly had an idea: Dad, I will go back with you this time.

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Uncle Third, I want to eat peanuts.

Jiangshan hugged Xiaobai and held Xiaoyu in front of the glass counter of the canteen.

The salesperson cut square pieces of newspapers into square pieces, wrapped the peanuts in them quickly, and rolled them into triangular bags.

Here are five packs of peanuts, Jiang Shan also liked this: Here are five packs of melon seeds.

Jiang Xiaoyu said nothing, she was waiting for her third uncle to speak.

Sure enough, the next second, Jiang Shan said: What does our little fish want to eat?

Jiang Xiaoyu pursed his lips and smiled: Uncle Third, I want chocolate, beef jerky, fruit peel...

Jiang Shan felt reassured: Our little fish still knows how to eat it.

Carrying two large bags of food, Jiang Shan's favorite thing to do is to take his children to stroll around Anhe Street.

He glanced at the clock on the wall of the canteen: It should be almost time.

To be on the safe side, Jiang Shan took the two children to the street corner and bought some cream cakes.

After that, he slowly walked back to No. 51 courtyard.

Looking at Jiang Hai and Jiang He who were collecting water and rubbing their hands, Jiang Shan quickly raised the condolence gift in his hand: Brothers, thank you for your hard work.

When it's time to move the briquettes, you'll be gone, Jiang Hai kicked him from the air.

Jiang Shan walked into the house without hesitation, followed closely by the two children laughing and joking, as if someone would catch them two little things carrying briquettes.

Jiang He has long been used to it: This is how the third child behaves when he is a child.

Hey, Jiang Hai smiled and shook his head. He was used to it, including scolding him every time to relieve his anger.

This year, the Jiang family’s two sons can finally go home for the New Year.

Mother Jiang, who has quite a lot of money, is preparing to have a happy year.

Sitting at the dining table under the lamp, Jiang's mother actually wrote down a page of menus and read them to Father Jiang one by one.

Jiang Xiangnan suppressed his temper and listened and nodded.

Every year, no one dares to mess with Jiang Ma.

Jiang Ma, who is usually so kind, gets more and more angry the more tired she gets.

Not keeping her busy is not enough.

Even if you are very busy, it won’t work.

In the hut, Jiangshan and Jianghe were studying the drawings of the newspaper office wall.

Jiang Shan picked out a few photos on the table: The main ones are about Nezha Naohai.

Yes, Jiang He nodded, and suddenly saw a familiar photo: Isn't this the Havoc in Heaven?

Yes, Jiang Shan also picked it out: Let's also draw a picture of Havoc in Heaven.

Then, Ma Liang, the Magic Pen, Brainless and Unhappy, Little Tadpole Looking for Mom...

I'm afraid I won't be able to draw this well, Jiang He saw the picture of a tadpole looking for its mother.

This is an original drawing. Jiang Shan decided to try it himself: I may not be able to draw it well.

After all, it is a master-level painting, and it is enough to have a general meaning.

It's better you paint, Jiang He retreated knowing the difficulty: Have you contacted Scaffolding?

Jiang Shan nodded: Pujiang Decoration has ready-made materials and workers. Manager Huang over there is very familiar with me. Their company has also been very busy recently. They are rushing to complete the construction of more than 20 billboards in the city.

Billboards? Jiang He guessed, Like the ones we painted?

That's what I said before. What Jiang Shan was most worried about at this time was: Second brother, do you really dare to go up to such a high level?

No problem. The highest I've ever painted is two stories high. There's no scaffolding. I just set up a springboard and go up.

Well, Jiang Shan admired his second brother a little: When the time comes, you don't have to force it. If it doesn't work, just let someone from the advertising agency do it.

According to their plan, a giant advertisement from Oriental Metropolis Daily will be displayed on the side of the office building facing the road.