After dinner, Jiang Shan fell asleep as usual.

On the square table in the dining room of the outhouse, there was a large piece of white paper that Jiang Hai brought back from the newspaper, and the second Jianghe began to sketch according to the photos prepared by Jiang Shan.

After painting big-character posters in the Northeast for several years, Jiang He's skills in large-scale portrait painting are not generally solid.

The larger the size, the more it can show its painting skills.

In just a few moments, Mayumi the palm-sized photograph has been enlarged and copied onto a life-size white paper.

The little sister Jiang Chuan looked straight on the side, and all along, she only knew that the second brother was following the little brother to copy the villain book.

I never thought that the second brother was a practitioner himself.

"Tut-tut," the boss Jiang Hai also saw Jiang He painting for the first time, and he realized at this time that there was a great god in the family:

"You two are really gods, it seems that the re-education of this poor middle peasant is still very effective in you two."

Jiang He didn't pay attention to him, so this little work can be considered a matter for him?

But there is one thing that can help the family, Jiang He is still very happy.

Jiang Shan deliberately asked Hu Xiao to help and developed a few full-body photos of Mayumi, which was a trivial matter for the translation factory.

But it was precisely because of this incident that Hu Xiao knew that Jiangshan wanted to help the second garment factory sell bell bottoms.

At this moment, Mayumi on the big white paper is a beautiful model wearing a floral shirt and white bell bottoms.

"Look," Dad Jiang looked at excitedly: "Isn't this the bell bottoms produced in our fourth workshop?" ”

"Don't say it," Jiang Hai also saw some signs: "These pants are really worth 35 yuan when worn on this little girl." ”

"Really?" Dad Jiang likes to listen to this: "All the materials used are good." ”

Although Jiang's mother looks good, she still feels that there is no pork fragrance: "I definitely won't buy it, I can come back with a little pig for 35 yuan." ”

The more the little sister Jiang Chuan looked at it, the more he liked it: "Dad, I think it looks good, buy me a pair of bell bottoms." ”

"What good things do you think?"

"Go, hurry up and learn."

The second brother was meticulous in painting, and Jiang Hai, who was watching, also felt that something should be done.

Soon, he grabbed a coat and walked out of the courtyard.

At this moment, Jiang Hai just wanted to find Cai Wensheng to write out the application letter for advertising as soon as possible and hand it over overnight.

……

At nine o'clock in the evening, Yu Wenwen, who had been looking out, finally saw the figure of Jiangshan.

The scene in the translation studio during the day made her nervous all afternoon, and she had to find time to ask for clarification.

At this moment, Jiang Shan, who was wearing a light blue shirt, carried a box of moon cakes, and walked unhurriedly.

Looking at the moon cakes in Jiang Shan's hand, Yu Wenwen's eyes were hot, and he finally began to bring gifts to himself again.

I was thinking about Meishi, but I saw Jiang Shan go straight into the delivery workshop.

Then a voice came out: "Master Ma, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, bring a few mooncakes for you to taste." ”

"Mooncakes?"

Master Ma swallowed just by listening.

In this era, even in Pujiang, you are only willing to weigh a box of dim sum during the New Year, and you can usually buy a bun fritters or something, and you can satisfy your cravings.

"I don't know what you like to eat," Jiang Shan handed the moon cakes to the master: "I picked a few pieces of sesame oil, pepper and salt, and pine nut bean paste filling." ”

Master Ma nodded again and again: "I like them all, I like them all." ”

rushed Mingti home, and the little grandson of the family was not happy to die.

At this time, Lao Ma Le looked at Jiangshan, now this kid brings himself food and drink for three days and two ends, but he didn't expect that he still has the good luck to accept apprentices.

When buying moon cakes today, Jiang Shan specially picked a box for Lao Ma, and the master is now very protective of himself, and he is reluctant to wake himself up at three o'clock in the morning.

Even if Jiang Shan got up on his own, the master always pushed him back: "Go, draw your draft, I can do this work alone, you can't understand the abacus beads." ”

Jiang Shan knew that Master Ma wanted to give himself more time to create.

"Taste it," Jiang Shan was afraid that the master would be reluctant to eat.

Master Ma was stunned: "What mooncakes do you eat during work hours?" ”

The two were chatting, and suddenly Yu Wenwen's figure drifted into the corner of their eyes.

Jiang Shan turned his face to look at her, and did not hide his impatient expression.

Yu Wenwen looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, and looked at Lao Ma from time to time, and Master Ma immediately understood that he was in the way.

As soon as he was about to leave, he heard a voice:

"The third."

Jiang Hai actually found it.

Everyone knows that the editor-in-chief of the newspaper is now Jiang Hai's substitute, and at this time, Yu Wenwen's nervous fingers kept wrapping a strand of hair.

"Big brother?" Jiang Shan directly swept her and walked out: "Looking for me? ”

Jiang Hai nodded: "You won't be busy, go sit with me." ”

"He's not busy,"

Master Ma gave his apprentice one more word, and glanced at Jiang Shan: "Don't worry about this, hurry up." ”

"Done."

It wasn't until he watched the figures of the two brothers disappear on the trail that Yu Wenwen sighed leisurely and walked out of the delivery workshop.

She had just thought about it seriously, if Jiang Shan was really willing to change himself for her and become better and better, she could still consider making friends with him.

In the office building of "Pujiang Daily", in addition to the room of the editor on duty, only the editor-in-chief office of Jianghai is still lit.

At this moment, Jiang Hai and Cai Wensheng were facing each other on the desk, quietly looking at Jiang Shan sitting on the single sofa.

Jiang Hai found that the other party's brows were furrowed, and hurriedly asked, "How is the third child, what's wrong?" ”

Jiangshan found that this application report is much more comprehensive than the last time:

[Huaguo's advertising has an ancient history, in the era of "Water Margin", the tavern where Wu Song beat the tiger passed, there was a roadside billboard with "three bowls are not posted". In Pujiang in the 20s, rows of outdoor advertisements almost became the symbol of the ten-mile ocean. 】

[It has been 13 years since August 17, 1966, when the last volume of commodity advertisements was hastily closed in the "Jie/Fang Daily"......]

Jiang Shan flicked the application letter in his hand: "Everything else is fine, but it's best to write the current predicament of our newspaper in the application report." ”

"Complaining?" Cai Wensheng felt very reasonable: "I'm good at this." ”

"Then you can write," Jiang Hai immediately unscrewed the pen and handed it to Editor-in-Chief Cai: "The more difficult it is to write our newspaper, the better." ”

"It's already poor, so you don't need to add fuel and vinegar," Cai Wensheng already looked bitter at the moment: "Just write it truthfully, we can definitely withstand the investigation of the organization." ”

[After liberation, the newspaper was the first unit not to ask for money from the state...... After WG, he began to lose money every year, every month, and the 500,000 yuan he earned before was not enough, and he has even reached out to the country in recent years. 】

[Today, there are 265 employees in the newspaper and the printing house, and there are not a few people who live in one house for three generations, and we have statistics that there are many such cases, and there is even a unit where two families live for three generations. 】

[Now the newspaper is in difficulty, and talents cannot be recruited, Comrade Cai Wensheng of the supplement department, before being transferred, specially wrote a guarantee that he would not want a house within three years......]

Seeing this, Jiang Shan and Jiang Hai looked at each other and smiled, and the editor-in-chief didn't get a house now.

Two camps in the same country, in different cities, are sharpening their guns for the same goal.

At this time, in an earthquake shed on the side of the road in Heping District, Tianjing City, the editor-in-chief of "Tianjing Daily" was arguing with reason on the editorial board.

"Now the housing conditions of the workers are very difficult, in the past two years of the earthquake, many workers are still living in temporary sheds, a unit that should be self-financed, has become dependent on financial appropriations every year, how can you still give you money to build a house? It's time for the advertising business to get back up......"