Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

The train station in Pujiang City.

Jiangshan, who had just left the station, picked up his luggage and found Baihua Photo Studio on Nanjing Road.

In terms of printing technology in the city, no one can compare with this one.

I understand what you mean,

The master of the photo studio repeatedly looked at the photos and negatives in his hands:

In principle, it should be possible. We have such artistic photos in the window.

Jiang Shan had already seen it: I found it just after seeing your window display. When will these photos be ready?

The day after tomorrow, the master wrote down Jiang Shan's request: I can definitely do it in the morning the day after tomorrow.

Okay, I'll pick it up then.

After finalizing the promotional photos for Nine-Colored Deer, Jiang Shan rushed home with his luggage.

As soon as I walked into the gate of No. 51, I saw three or four children's tricycles chasing each other.

Little Baozi, Jiang Shan shouted to the youngest one.

Jiang Xiaobai, who was riding on a sky blue car, immediately stopped his chubby legs.

Third uncle,

When Jiang Xiaobai turned around and saw his third uncle, he immediately dropped his tricycle and ran over.

Vaguely, Jiang Shan actually heard some grievances in the child's call.

Let Third Uncle give Xiaobai a good hug,

Jiang Shan hugged Xiao Bai and kissed her several times: Have you missed your third uncle?

I thought about it several times, Jiang Xiaobai nodded vigorously: I write every day, but you still don't come back.

Write? Jiang Shan didn't understand: Write what words?

My sister-in-law said that as long as Xiaoyu and I write well, you can come back soon.

Knife handle? Jiang Shan felt that he had missed something: Our little fat guy can also write?

Yeah, Jiang Xiaobai nodded happily when he mentioned this.

How many words can you recognize?

Xiaobai stretched out his chubby hands and counted them one by one: Up, down, and one, two, three, that's a lot, right?

Jiang Shan rubbed Baozi's face and said, My dear, I know so many words now. I'm almost catching up with your Auntie Ruhua.

suddenly,

Hello, Aunt Ruhua.

Jiang Xiaobai put his head on his third uncle's shoulder and shouted softly to the courtyard door.

Be good, Xiaobai.

Ying Ruhua's voice sounded behind Jiang Shan.

Third Uncle, and Jiang Xiaoyu's voice said, You're back, Third Uncle.

Jiangshan hugged Xiaobai and turned around little by little.

Ying Ruhua, who had just walked into the small courtyard, was holding Jiang Xiaoyu's hand and looking at him with smiling eyes.

Brother, Ruhua called Jiang Chuan, You just came back?

Isn't that right? Jiang Shan didn't know where he was embarrassed: No, the luggage is still on the ground.

Let me carry it back for you!

No need, Jiang Shan quickly waved his hand: It's very heavy, just let me do it myself.

Ying Ruhua's extended hand stopped in mid-air: Okay.

After saying that, he glanced at his hand that was still in the air, took it back and put it behind his back.

Jiang Shan stepped forward and touched Xiaoyu's head, and by the way, he picked up the small schoolbag that his eldest niece was carrying on her shoulder.

It's nice, light and weightless at all.

Xiaoyu, tell your third uncle, is it fun in school?

Jiang Shan picked up the luggage bag on the ground, held Jiang Xiaoyu's little hand and walked towards the backyard!

It wasn't until he entered the house that Jiang Shan knew what the writing in Xiaobai's mouth meant!

It turned out that after school started in September.

Jiang Xiaoyu, who is already in elementary school, must lead Xiaobai to read and practice calligraphy together as soon as he comes in after school.

The content is not difficult at all, just the new words that the young lady learned in school that day.

However, for the four-year-old Jiang Xiaobai, it is still a bit over the top.

But Jiangchuan didn't care about this, and kept chattering for a long time with the Honda character in his hand.

Go ahead, sister, lead your brother to read it a few more times.

Xiaoyu and Xiaobai: Oh!

After nodding aggrievedly, Momo walked into the hut.

This is all for your own good, Jiang Chuan did not forget to add a few words: Xiaoyu, finish practicing your calligraphy before doing your homework!

The two little guys in the room agreed together.

The younger brother's voice was obviously higher than that of his older sister.

Knife handle, are you worried that they will follow in the footsteps of you and Ruhua?

Sitting in the main room, Jiang Shan lit up a cigarette.

Jiang Chuan said nothing and rolled his eyes at the younger brother.

You really guessed it, Jiang's mother packed the luggage for the third child: Xiao Yu'er goes to school, I think her sister-in-law is nervous. She nags endlessly every day!

Jiang Chuan really didn't want his two nephews to become backward elements: They were happy at first, but after only a few days, they became aggrieved.

Don't push too hard, Jiang Shan looked at the younger sister: These two are honest children, they need to be more lively.

Oh, Jiang Chuan thought carefully: I understand.

I'm surprised, Jiang Shan looked at the two older girls in the room: Why did you two finish school so early? Shouldn't the repeat class be tighter?

Today is Wednesday, Ruhua smiled happily: The teachers have to have a meeting to study, and the whole school gets off early.

Jiang Shan nodded, this is no different from later generations.

Wednesday remains a student favorite.

At night, the second brother Jiang He came back pushing a bicycle.

When I walked in and saw Jiang Shan, I slapped an envelope on the table without saying anything.

What is this? Jiang Shan glanced at him and said, Second brother, I haven't seen you for so many days and you don't even say hello to your brother?

Bang, Jiang He patted the third child: Okay?

I... Jiang Shan chuckled: Forget it, is this envelope for me?

As he spoke, he opened the seal.

The Happy Coke Factory delivered it to your door. The second child poured himself a glass of water: It was agreed with you.

Before Jiang Shan left for Dunhuang, he had already sent the photo of Mayumi drinking Coke back to the newspaper.

Soon, Oriental Metropolis Daily published a photo of Mayumi and four other Japanese actresses in the Summer Palace, each holding a bottle of Happy Coke.

Not only that, standing with these four beauties was Comrade Liu Xiaoqing who smiled brightly.

This news article is accompanied by two pictures and the text is not very long.

However, a line of small print was displayed at the end of the article: This news is an exclusive continuous interview. Please see the follow-up report tomorrow for details.

Jiangshan will edit the photos taken into three reports, which will be published in three days: first, middle and next!

The further back you go, the more actors there are in the photos.

This kind of celebrity reporting with continuous pictures made ordinary people excited.

For a time, the people of the entire Magic City also discovered something interesting.

It turns out that Japanese actresses also like to drink our country’s soda.

The Happiness Coke advertisement next to the news was also seen by the majority of people.

The circulation of your newspaper has increased significantly a few days ago, Jiang He is now very concerned about these things:

The boss said that apart from Mayumi, a lot of it has to do with The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

That's for sure. Although stars are important, novels are more popular, especially martial arts novels.

The envelope contained a thick wad of money.

Jiang Shan counted them expressionlessly: Exactly 500 yuan.

Advertising expenses from the Coke factory? Jiang He had already guessed it.

As promised before, I will help them take photos of Mayumi as one of their advertising planners.

In that case, Happy Coke has taken a big advantage!

Hey, Jiang Shan smiled: Second brother now also knows the value of advertising.

Jiang He looked at the third child: I stay with you every day, can't you understand?

That's true.

There is one more thing, Jiang He thought for a while and felt that he still had to talk to the third child.

What's the matter? Looking at the tangled expression on his second brother's face, Jiang Shan felt very strange.

A while ago... the editor of Pujiang Daily came to see Uncle Li, Jiang He recalled, and then he came again.

Pujiang Daily? Why are they looking for Uncle Li, to translate manuscripts?

This is the only reason Jiang Shan can think of.

I didn't ask, but Uncle Li said something to me out of nowhere two days ago.

What?

Tell the third child, Jiang He imitated Li Ruocheng's voice: I will not cooperate with other newspapers.

That's it?

Um!

Jiang Shan put out the cigarette in his hand and stood up.

After taking a box of Dunhuang moon cakes on the table, he pointed to the remaining ones and said to the second child: Try it, it's a specialty of Dunhuang.

He walked a few steps quickly and arrived at Li Ruocheng's window: Uncle Li, I, Jiang Laosan, am back.

Li Ruocheng and his wife walked into the study at the same time.

As soon as they saw the country outside the window, they all smiled.

Li Huaiying looked at it carefully: The third child has lost weight and is even darker!

Where have you lost weight? Li Ruocheng didn't notice it: Why do I look so fat?

Nonsense! Li Huaiying rolled his eyes at his wife.

Jiang Shan didn't care whether he was fat or thin, and directly handed the mooncakes through the window:

Aunt Li, this is the big jujube paste mooncake I brought you, be sure to keep it!

It's so big, Li Huaiying opened the box and took a look: One piece is as good as our Pujiang Four Express.

So I asked you to put it away!

Don't worry, I'll keep your uncle Li away from even a scrap.

okay!

What a fart. Li Ruocheng walked to the window and sat down: Third brother, do you only know how to walk through the window but not the door?

Jiang Shan flicked the match in his hand: The air outside is good, the smoke will disperse faster.

Tsk, tsk, Li Ruocheng knew that the third child was doing it for his own good: What kind of local specialties are you bringing here, and you don't allow me to eat them, so there are no other good things?

I really want to bring you something else, Jiang Shanyi said by the window:

Guess what, there's a flood in Dunhuang. It doesn't matter what you want. It's good if the local people can have enough to eat.

The old man sighed after hearing this, but then he thought: You went to Dunhuang?

My second brother didn't tell you?

What can he tell me when he is alone?

Jiang Shan smiled: However, I heard something he said just now.

What's up?

People from Pujiang Daily are here to see you?

Third brother, don't worry, Uncle Li will never cooperate with other newspapers, especially this one,

Li Ruocheng patted the table: Pujiang Daily!

Hey, I don't know what's going on yet, just reassure me.

Actually, it's nothing, Li Huaiying in the room smiled: Pujiang Daily wanted to publish a serialization of the novel Gone with the Wind, but your uncle Li rejected it!

When Li Huaiying talked about this, he thought of the editor who came to the door that day carrying large and small bags.

Regardless of other things, the sincerity of Napujiang Daily is still visible to the naked eye.

It's a pity that there is no fate!

Not to mention Li Ruocheng, even she, Li Huaiying, wouldn't even think about it.

The translation fee for a translator is different from that for an original writer. The fee can be calculated numerically upon submission of the manuscript.

Translated novels must wait until the books are published and distributed before they can receive royalties from the publisher.

Before Gone with the Wind was delivered and released, it was Jiang Shan who gave his wife an opportunity to settle the royalties every week.

On the surface, it seems that it was the third author Li Ruocheng who translated The Chronicles of Narnia for Oriental Metropolis Daily.

In fact, the two elders knew in their hearts that this was a quick manuscript fee that came to their doorstep.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be nice for him, Jiang Laosan, to be his own translator?

The most important thing is that since Li Ruocheng was hired as the column translator of Daily English Corner.

My mood is getting better and better.

Every day I am either pondering the grammar in the translated paragraphs, or happily reading the letters from readers that Jiang Shan picked up.

Thinking of the readers' love for Daily English Corner, Li Ruocheng is full of energy every day!

Just for this? Jiang Shan confirmed.

That's it. I came here again later and I told them directly, Li Huaiying continued:

It doesn't matter how many times you come, our old man won't agree.

Looking at the two old men in front of him, Jiang Shan felt inexplicably moved in his heart.

He knew that the two old men would rather not receive royalties than agree to the other party's request to publish Gone with the Wind.

It's entirely because of their Oriental Metropolis Daily.

Uncle Li, have they asked for royalties? Jiang Shan asked quickly.

Money? Li Ruocheng didn't expect him to ask like this: It seems like it was mentioned!

After speaking, he looked at his wife beside him.

At that time, Li Ruocheng only frowned and waved his hands, not even bothering to listen to what the other party said.

I mentioned it, and I added it when I came here the second time, Li Huaiying recalled: I said it would be on the same level as the writers.

Before 1980, royalties still maintained the previous algorithm.

Writers earn 8 to 15 yuan per 1,000 words, and translators earn 5 to 10 yuan per 1,000 words.

This standard has not been changed since 1958.

Before 1958, it was very high, but the organization felt that the royalties were too high and would affect the unhealthy atmosphere in the literary world.

It seems to make sense.

Unfortunately, it is those literary workers struggling in the middle and lower classes who are ultimately harmed.

Based on the original writer's royalties? Jiang Shan said directly: Then why don't you agree to them.

Huh? Li Ruocheng was stunned: Promise them? Third child, they are from Pujiang Daily.

So what? Jiang Shan thought:

If Oriental Metropolis Daily wants to publish the novel Gone with the Wind, you don't have to agree to it, but we don't want it now. Why don't we earn the royalties?

this……?

Li Ruocheng and his wife looked at each other: Won't this affect the sales of Oriental Metropolis Daily?

How could it be possible? Jiang Shan was still very confident about his newspaper's serialization:

Besides, Gone with the Wind is indeed a good work and should be seen by more people.

That's true.

Li Ruocheng nodded slowly.

Of course, he hopes that more readers will see the novel he has spent so much effort in translating.

The next day, Pujiang Daily.

Anchor Wu from the supplement department placed a copy of that day's Oriental Metropolis Daily on Wei Yuanxing's desk.

How is it? Wei Yuanxing immediately opened the newspaper: Did Yang Tiexin and Guo Xiaotian rush out?

Alas, Anchor Wu shook his head: Brother Guo is gone.

died?

Wei Yuanxing quickly saw the last word on the square of tofu that looked bright and cheerful:

It's gone again. What does he do for Oriental Metropolis Daily? He can't be happy. It's like squeezing out toothpaste every day!

Chief Editor, Chief Editor Wu reminded:

Although our newspaper The PHS Adventures in the Future was quite popular, it was far inferior to The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

Well, Wei Yuanxing's face darkened.

After a few breaths, he suddenly said loudly: Let's go, I will go to the old man's house in person today.

Still going?

Since Gone with the Wind is now the best-selling novel, it is worthy of me to pay a third visit to the thatched cottage.

Just when Wei Yuanxing was leading Editor Wu towards the thatched cottage.

All the newsstands in Pujiang City are playing out the crazy drama of competing for the Oriental Metropolis Daily.