At this time, Jiang Shan looked at the boxes of sketches resting in the studio, and each box was labeled with a catalog.

"The Reincarnation of the Spirit Bead", "The Yaksha of the Sea and the Three Dragons", ......

With only one lotus wrapping around the flesh, the painters painted a thick stack.

These condensed artists' ingenuity and sketches, but in the future, they can only be gathered into a "Nezha and the Sea", which is applauded and does not make money.

A similar phenomenon will directly lead to the loss of talent in the American film studio in the 90s and go down the stage.

After all, this is a world where even bodhisattvas are soliciting incense.

"Director Wang," Jiang Shan gently picked up a sketch: "How many sketches do you have?" ”

Wang Xiang walked over with a smile: "This is just part of it, we have designed more than 50,000 drawings for this movie. Generally, which part of the plot is filmed, which part is taken out. ”

Jiang Shan continued: "After the film is made, what will happen to these sketches? ”

At this meeting, Jiangshan really felt like a reporter.

Director Wang has already walked to his side: "After the filming is over, there is a special archive room in the factory, which is collected and kept in a unified manner. ”

"In other words," Jiang Shan said with a distressed expression: "The sketch that has been prepared for so many years has been sealed." ”

As soon as Jiang Shan's words came out, the other staff in the studio stopped what they were doing.

I have always taken things for granted, but after saying it from this young man's mouth at this time, why did I suddenly feel ......

"Although it's not easy," Director Wang is indeed a little reluctant: "But, when we see the finished movie, everything is worth it." ”

At this meeting, the other staff members also showed the same gratifying smile.

"The finished product can also come in many forms," Jiang Shan directly said his thoughts: "Before the movie is completed, so many sketches can be produced into a set of comic books." ”

Director Wang didn't expect the other party to say this: "Comic strips? ”

"Yes, color picture book,"

Jiang Shan held a stack of sketches in a cardboard box with two hands:

"This box is called "Nezha was born", and that box is called "Grudge against the East China Sea", and then "The Great War of Shiji", "Wisdom and Retreat from the Dragon King" ......"

With, a few words of the country.

At this moment, Director Wang looked at the stacks of sketches in his hand again, as if they had really become a wonderful comic book.

Not only him, but the others also became brighter and brighter the more they listened.

"Little comrade, can these really be published?"

"I think this guy is right, the comic books on the market today are not as beautiful as ours."

"It's not a rank at all."

"If these drawings can really be published in a book, I must buy a set and go back."

Seeing that the atmosphere is almost over, Jiang Shan added the most critical knowledge points in time:

"I'm drawing villain books for art publishers, and how popular the comic book market is today, how short of books the publisher is."

"Oh?" Director Wang didn't expect that the little reporter in front of him would be a peer with him: "Are you still drawing manuscripts for the publishing house?" ”

Jiang Shan nodded: "Yes, my art editors often complain that the source of books cannot keep up with the purchasing power of the people. ”

How popular the book market is, Director Wang also knows a little bit about it: "Comic books are suitable for all ages!" ”

"All of you are ready-made," Jiang Shan has always believed that although art is priceless, it does not mean that it cannot produce value:

"Edit the text and you're ready to print."

"This little comrade," Director Wang pondered in his heart and grasped a key point: "You just said before the movie was finished...... Publish the book first? ”

Jiang Shan is sure of this: "That's right. ”

Director Wang hesitated: "But ...... If everyone has already read the book, who will go to the movie then? ”

"There will only be more people watching the movie," Jiang Shan told the truth: "Moreover, after the movie is released, the comic strip of "Nezha and the Sea" will sell better." ”

It sounds good, but Director Wang has no experience: "Why is this?" ”

Jiang Shan began to give examples: "In this book, there is a very high-rated cartoon called "Astro Boy", and its comic strips have been published for a full decade before this cartoon is broadcast. ”

Director Wang's eyes lit up: "It has been published for ten years. ”

"I can testify to this," Gu Zhengzheng's recent operation on the book is also constantly understanding: "There are many cartoons in the book that start with comic book serialization before they are broadcast. ”

"Yes," Jiang Shan thinks that the same can be true in China:

"For a comic book of the level of "Nezha and the Sea", the factory can also get the number of prints and reprints, year after year, rolling ......"

With the in-depth introduction of Jiangshan, Director Wang seemed to see in front of his eyes that the beautifully painted "Nezha and the Sea" had appeared on the shelves of the bookstore.

Jiang Shan didn't continue, but the big guys already understood what he meant.

Later generations said that the American Film Studio was a unit that sat on a gold mine and begged for food.

However, in fact, in a few years, there will be a painter with "excellent vision" who will publish in the name of the American Film Studio.

"May I ask what should this Comrade Jiang be called?" Director Wang remembered that Director Gu only called him Comrade Xiaojiang.

Jiang Shan was just about to speak, and Gu Tai Director hurriedly introduced: "His name is Jiang Shan, and he is an outstanding ...... Literary and artistic workers. ”

Then, he said to Wang Xiang mysteriously: "A very outstanding comrade, I finally seconded him to the TV station. ”

"Well," Wang Xiang already sensed, the direction of the market was changing:

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, your suggestion is very timely, and our factory has recently ...... Hehe, it's really timely anyway. ”

The comrades in the studio laughed, and the artists at this meeting talked about the economic benefits, and they couldn't let go of it.

Jiang Shan was smiling on the side, they hadn't seen the wonderful operation of the back waves.

However, the American film studio can't wait.

"If the United States Film Studio decides to publish the comic strip of "Nezha and the Sea", Jiang Shan began to knock on the key point: "Our "Oriental Metropolis Daily" can promote it for you for free. ”

"Free publicity?" Director Wang hadn't thought that far ahead.

"This year, the state is preparing to hold a big June 1st," Jiang Shan insisted: "As a propaganda department, our newspaper has the responsibility to recommend it to children...... We can ...... like this."

After Director Wang's frequent nods, Jiang Shan's eyes became clearer and clearer.

Since the first advertisement can make "Pujiang Daily", then he will organize another "first".

What Jiangshan is best at is this kind of "first" that fulfills you and me.

In the evening, Pujiang Cheng'an Street.

The cold wind quickened the pace of pedestrians on the road.

Walking all the way, thinking about the country all the way, I didn't notice that I had passed by the house number of No. 51.

Until, he smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes on the side of the road.

"Bring me ten...... Five roasted sweet potatoes! ”

In the winter, Jiangshan loves this bite the most.

When he walked into the small courtyard with two paper bags of roasted sweet potatoes.

I saw it at a glance, Li Ruocheng sitting in front of the window.

Jiang Shan walked over with a smile, and was just about to hand the roasted sweet potatoes in, but found that there seemed to be another guest in the room.

"Comrade Lao Li, why are you still as stubborn as before."

The guests sitting behind Li Ruocheng didn't seem to notice the old man's increasingly cold face at all:

"I've inquired a long time ago, and with the books you are flipping through now, you won't be able to earn any manuscript fees in a year."

Li Ruocheng had already seen the country at this time, and the two of them were just inside and outside, looking at each other silently.

The guests in the back are still bitter: "Let's just say that your book "Gone with the Wind", the publishing house will pay you the manuscript fee only after all the translations are completed, and now the translation fee is only 1 to 5 yuan per thousand words, even if you can get five yuan, you have to wait for a year, and I don't want to think about how old you are now......"

Hearing this, Jiang Shan probably already knew the purpose of this person, and he raised the roasted sweet potato in his hand at Li Ruocheng.

Li Ruocheng nodded.

So, Jiang Shan put a bag of sweet potatoes on the windowsill, and the old man reached out and hugged it in.

"If you come to join our translation team, one person can translate one-tenth of it, and you can divide the money for a week."

The old man took a bite of the roasted sweet potato and muttered, "Or do you do it like you did in the cadre school back then?" ”

"What's wrong with that," the one inside glanced at Jiang Shan, swallowed his saliva, and persuaded: "Those readers know what you know, what you translate into, they will look at it......"

Around 1980, a flood of books poured into China, attracting translators of all levels.

By next year, the National Publishing Administration will raise the translation fee to 5 to 8 yuan, then 8 to 15 yuan.

After learning about this cake, many people worked overtime to learn foreign languages for the first half of the year, and dared to rush into the industry.

With his back to the chattering persuasion, the old man took a bite of the sweet potato fiercely.

Jiang Shan hurriedly asked, "How does it taste?" ”

Li Ruocheng glanced at him: "Incense!" ”

Finally, the uninvited guest who had been cold for a long time was ready to get up and leave: "Lao Li, I kindly reminded you, don't regret it when you see that we have made money in the future." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Li Ruocheng to reply, he stepped out of the door directly, and did not forget to glare at Jiang Shan when he left.

"Who is this man?" Jiang Shan looked at the old man and asked.

Li Ruocheng looked in the direction of the person who went: "Isn't it the team leader of the cadre school back then." ”

"Oh," Jiang Shan was surprised: "Why is he not affected at all?" ”

"That's why your Uncle Li refuses to return to his original unit," Li Huaiying walked into the house and smiled bitterly: "The old saying is really true, bad people live happily for thousands of years, and good people ......."

Li Ruocheng turned his head and glared at his wife: "What nonsense? Don't spoil the child. ”

Li Huaiying smiled with a smile in his eyes: "Don't worry, the children are better than you!" ”

"Uncle Li, you wait for me for a while."

After Jiang Shan finished speaking, he walked towards his home.

In fact, he had already discovered that Uncle Li, who had never had a formal unit, did not even have a retirement salary now.

So much so that Li Ruocheng never dared to stop the translation pen in his hand.

But even so, in the face of the job he loves, the old man is reluctant to be sloppy at all!

(End of chapter)