Pujiang City at this meeting is already quite lively, passers-by along the street burn paper and burn paper, and light artillery battles!

The Jiang family couldn't help but speed up.

Fortunately, Jianghai's new house is only three stops away from Anhe Street.

On January 27, 1979, Guotai Min'an, thousands of lights were lit.

In the No. 51 courtyard, a reunion dinner of Lao Jiang's family made the family have mixed feelings!

The newly bought black-and-white TV in the dining room accompanied the family through the first Chinese New Year's Eve with pictures.

Unfortunately, the end time of the TV show is still at half past ten.

At this moment, the sound of firecrackers outside the house had already drowned out the movement in the house.

Jiang Shan is playing more greedily than a child at the moment, and Li Ruocheng is ready to roll up his sleeves and beat him up.

At night, the sound of firecrackers sounded from time to time, which reminded Jiangshan of the days when burning was banned in his previous life.

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the snow finally stopped after drifting all night.

The faint golden light sprinkled on the red Spring Festival couplets at the gate of the Jiang family.

Jiang's mother, who walked out of the house with a smile, was finally willing to tie a new apron.

The more people, the more flavorful the year.

The boss, Jiang Hai, brought back the newspaper's camera.

After breakfast, the family took turns standing next to the newly purchased TV and taking a photo.

Jiang Ma and Jiang Chuan also deliberately pulled out the plastic flowers in the vase and held them in their hands.

When it was Jiang Hai's turn, Jiang Shan, who was holding the camera, suddenly put his hand down: "Boss, hold on to the TV antenna." ”

"Okay,"

Jiang Hai crossed his waist with one hand and grabbed the line with the other, kindly like a bureau-level cadre: "Hurry up, my face is stiff!" ”

Click!

Jiang Shan filmed the advertisement of "Ginseng Gui Yangrong Wine" that was playing on the TV with the boss.

When the shutter of the camera was pressed, Jiang Hai also heard the sound coming from the TV.

On January 28, 1979, Pujiang TV Station, which only spent 300 yuan on advertising, was exclaimed by the media in Xiangjiang: Pujiang has been reformed and opened up.

Under the intently gaze of Jiang Shan and Jiang Hai, this advertisement of more than a minute ended.

In the picture of the black-and-white TV, a line of subtitles jumped out: Pujiang TV will accept advertising business from now on.

With a click, Jiang Shan snapped his fingers.

He knew that the good days of Chief Gu were coming.

Before 1979, television was the poorest of all media.

That is, if you don't get into the account, you have to buy all kinds of expensive equipment.

This phenomenon of upside-down hanging did not end until the advent of the advertising age.

"Don't bother Zhang Lu in the future," Jiang Shan muttered and laughed.

Jiang Hai knew who the third child was talking about: "You don't have to worry about it in the future." ”

"Boss," Jiang Shan had nothing to worry about: "Rejoice and rejoice!" ”

……

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Jiang Shan, who was at Li Ruocheng's house to greet the New Year, glanced at the three dishes and one soup on the table: "Uncle Li, is this starting to cut back on food and clothing?" ”

Li Ruocheng looked at him, and immediately scolded with a smile: "Do you know what it means to prepare for war and prepare for famine, and how much can we eat?" ”

Li Huaiying didn't see Jiangshan at all: "The old man is empty, and he shouldn't be angry with the pension in the first place." ”

"That's it," Jiang Shan knew that the old couple had been subsidizing their son abroad: "But it doesn't matter, knowledge is the best productivity." ”

Li Ruocheng pointed to the country and laughed: "I love to hear this." ”

The gloom of last night's haze has all dissipated this time.

Recently, the old man has been trying to sell the two empty houses in the yard, and he originally wanted to ask Jiangshan.

However, as soon as I heard that the boss of the Jiang family had a large suite, I was embarrassed to say it for a while.

After walking the country for a day, I noticed that there was an extra painting on the lanyard.

"Huh?" Standing in front of the desk, Jiang Shan looked carefully: "It's a little interesting!" ”

On a piece of white paper, a few strokes sketch the back of a woman wearing a cheongsam.

Slender waist, long curly hair.

What makes Jiang Shan find interesting is the cheongsam on this woman's body.

Actually painted a few mahjong tiles, southeast and northwest winds, plus a strip of cake in ten thousand white.

In addition to the addition of three large hens pewing at the woman's feet......

Jiang Shan couldn't help laughing: "Comrade Cui Ping." ”

He took the paper off the lanyard and held it in his hand to continue reading.

Cui Ping on the drawing paper, looking at a bed in front of her with her back to Jiang Shan.

The bed was empty, but a line was written plainly: Did he die in the end?

"Huh,"

Seeing this, Jiang Shan couldn't help laughing.

Obviously, the owner of this painting must have wanted to know the ending of Yu Zecheng.

The second half of "Latent" lies in the drawer of the desk.

Jiang Shan, who was still laughing one second, suddenly realized a problem the next second.

The ending that has been written doesn't seem to be very suitable for the current society.

The more I think about it, the more I dare not think about it, this meeting is really glad that such a "Latent" ending was not published.

After looking at the painting in his hand again, Jiang Shan picked up the pen and added a man wearing Mao suit and glasses to it.

After that, in a bubble dialog box next to Comrade "Yu Zecheng's" head, a line of small words was written: Alive!

After clipping the drawing paper on the lanyard again, Jiang Shan began to revise the finale of "Latent"!

[Cui Ping stood on the edge of the cliff with her newborn daughter in her arms, looking at the dirt road below the mountain.

Winter went to spring, day after day, and finally one day, on the mountain road full of spring flowers, a military jeep drove slowly in her direction. End! 】

It's still an open-ended ending!

Jiang Shan secretly sighed at the cunning of the great writers, no one can be offended, it is the best ending!

"Tut-tut," the sound of a river came from overhead, "Do you know who drew it?" Also clip it back. ”

Jiang Shan doesn't care who she is: "You know? ”

Jiang He glanced outside: "Yesterday, the classmate with the knife handle came to play, I guess it should be her." ”

"Knife handle," Jiang Shan immediately shouted outside: "This is drawn by your classmate?" ”

Since the last incident of giving Jiang Chuan a huge amount of pocket money, the beautiful little girl has been given a domineering nickname.

Jiang Chuan leaned in and looked at it, and smiled: "If you are picturesque, you like to draw these, and the notes we passed in class are all her drawings." ”

"How did she know I wrote the lurk?" Jiang Shan dug up the little sister and glanced at it.

Jiang Chuan stuck out his tongue: "She's not an outsider." ”

[On January 31, the Shekou Open Industrial Zone was officially established, and my second brother and I have already started to create the second mural. 】

[On February 5, a large number of young intellectuals who went to the mountains and went to the countryside returned to Pujiang one after another. 】

[On February 7, the scaffolding on the side of the newspaper's office building has been erected, and at the strong request of Sister Lu Xiao and Jiang's mother,

The second brother finally agreed to work with the painter of Pujiang Decoration to complete the advertising on the exterior wall of the "Oriental Metropolis Daily". 】

Jiang He was right, the work that seemed to be timid, in the hands of a few of their façade artists, was as simple as play.

The five magnificent characters of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" waved on the façade wall of the newspaper.

It's spectacular and eye-catching.

Wei Yuanxing of "Pujiang Daily" often has to come over in a car to take a few looks.

Facing a few elegant big characters in front of him, Wei Yuanxing shook his head: "Formalism." ”

Looking at the murals on the wall of the newspaper courtyard, I couldn't see it even more: "With all the bells and whistles, they can't focus their work on the newspaper?" ”

In the past, several successful revisions of "Pujiang Daily" have become an example for newspapers in various cities to learn from.

At a time when all newspapers realized the necessity of revision, Wei Yuanxing also became their counselor.

"At today's meeting, I want to announce a decision," Wei Yuanxing, who was sitting in a car, said to his subordinates: "It's time to mention the advertising price of our newspaper." ”

The bespectacled subordinate nodded: "How many standards are you going to mention?" ”

Wei Yuanxing closed his eyes and thought about it: "It's the same price as "Jie-Fang Daily". ”

"1,200 yuan for twenty rows high?"

"Now, the influence of our "Pujiang Daily" cannot be underestimated," Wei Yuanxing immediately decided: "Just follow the same standard as the "Liberation Daily". ”

There are still ten days to go, and the first issue of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" will be submitted for review.

These days, the rivers and rivers have not gone anywhere, and they stay outside the newspaper office every day to paint the walls.

One after another, the paintings have formed a considerable scale.

Citizens who come and go often slow down and watch for a while.

Click-and-click......

There was a sound of shutters behind him.

When Jiang Shan stopped painting and looked back, Yu Sigui was holding the camera and pressing the shutter frantically.

When Jiang Shan saw that it was her, he was happy: "Why is it?" ”

Yu Sigui was finally willing to put down the camera: "I'll send you Mayumi." ”

On the same day, Yu Sigui, who stepped off the plane with his father, said the first thing he said after seeing Gu Zhengzheng: "Where is the country?" ”

(End of chapter)