On the second day, all the citizens who bought the newspaper "Oriental Metropolis Daily" saw similar advertisements in the same section.

However, in the middle of the pattern of the empty bottle, another line appeared: Add high-quality lotion essence.

Combined with the information "12 kinds of precious Chinese herbs" displayed in the newspaper before, the majority of readers have determined that this should be a food advertisement.

"Hey, this little river,"

Hu Xiao, who was sitting in the office of the translation factory, pointed to "Oriental Metropolis Daily" and smiled at Lu Yi: "The whole advertisement is still different from others. ”

Team Leader Lu smiled and shook his head: "You are also reading this newspaper?" ”

Hu Xiao has always been calm, and the next second: "Why don't you ...... You go and call Lu Xiao over and ask, what kind of advertisement is Xiao Jiang's gourd sold? ”

"I asked earlier," Team Leader Lu didn't need to remind: "She ignored me." ”

"How did you do this brother," no way, Hu Xiao turned to another version: "This is not married yet, and the heart has passed?" ”

Team Leader Lu didn't care at all: "People should hurry over!" ”

"Take a look at this," Hu Xiao's voice suddenly rose.

Team Leader Lu hurriedly took the newspaper.

Soon, he saw an article in the "Oriental Metropolis Daily":

"All the staff of the translation factory, under the leadership of Director Hu Xiao, regard their work as artistic creation, and bring ...... to the masses."

In the reading voice of Team Leader Lu, Hu Xiao, who was leaning on the office chair, nodded with satisfaction, or Jiangshan understood me: "Read it again!" ”

At the same time, Gu Zhengzheng, who was sitting on the TV station, was also holding the newspaper with a spring breeze on his face:

"The advertisement broadcast by Pujiang TV on the first day of the Lunar New Year has been unanimously praised by foreign media: this giant ship carrying the dreams of one billion people has set sail from the fog and sailed towards a new era full of glory."

In the small courtyard at No. 51 Anhe Street, Li Ruocheng closed the newspaper expressionlessly.

The next second, quickly open the drawer and take out the scissors.

The tofu cubes of the "Everyday English Corner" on the "Oriental Metropolis Daily" were completely cut.

In the upper left corner of the Chinese and English serialization of "The Chronicles of Narnia", a line of small characters is clearly printed [Chief translator of this newspaper: Li Ruocheng]

Today, Jiang Shan is an official editor of Oriental Metropolis Daily.

At this time, he sat in the office with the door sign of the advertising planning department hanging and drew a villain book.

After carefully flipping through the original book of "Les Miserables", Jiang Shan decisively put it aside.

"Let's draw my "Heroes of Cooking Wine" first." Compared with book comics, Jiangshan prefers villain books.

In the empty office, there are only two desks except for a set of wooden cabinets.

Such an environment makes Jiangshan's pen tip more smooth.

There was a coal stove in the house, and an aluminum kettle was fluttering on it, and Jiang Shan walked over with a tea jar.

"Jiangshan...... Comrade," suddenly, the door opened from the outside.

There was a sudden sound, and he almost sent the country away again.

He looked up at the person and pursed his lips with a look of disgust: "When you open the country, can you bring back some capitalist civilization?" ”

Yu Sigui giggled: "What do you mean?" ”

"Before you come in, knock on the door."

"Knocking on the door is a traditional virtue in our country!"

Jiang Shan looked up at the other party: "It's not like a child who grew up abroad at all." ”

"You're only a child," Yu Sigui repeatedly emphasized: "My father has been grasping Chinese both Japanese and Japanese for me since I was a child, and I saw the word Fu in Mayumi's hand?" It was a handwritten calligraphy. ”

Bang bang, Jiang Shan applauded her: "Say hello to Ling Zun for me." ”

Yu Sigui dragged a chair and sat next to Jiang Shan: "What are you doing?" ”

Jiang Shantou didn't raise his head: "You came to me for something?" ”

Yu Sigui almost forgot what he was doing, took out the newspaper in his bag and put it on the table: "Your newspaper is an advertisement, right?" ”

Jiang Shan glanced at it: "That's right." ”

Yu Sigui: "What does this mean?" ”

Jiang Shan: "Trade secrets. ”

"Hehe," Yu Sigui didn't know, "I promise not to say it." ”

"Want to know trade secrets? Gotta change. ”

In fact, Jiangshan really wants to know what advertisements the other party brought back this time!

However, Yu Sigui felt that there was no secret that could be exchanged: "There is no secret, there is a trouble, do you want to hear it?" ”

Jiang Shan is most afraid of trouble: "I don't want to!" ”

Yu Sigui remembered for a moment that he was sitting in the newspaper office: "By the way, why did I forget you, Jiangshan, do you dare to publish foreign advertisements in your newspaper?" ”

Jiang Shan stopped the pen in his hand: "Are you talking about this trouble?" I remember that there were already newspapers that advertised foreign businessmen. ”

Yu Sigui is different: "The whole page, do you dare to board it?" ”

The Dadi Newspaper established by Yu Qinghan acted as an agent for many Japanese companies in the advertising period after the reopening.

At this meeting, although many newspapers have already placed advertisements, no one dares to try to set foot in the entire page of advertising!

Jiang Shan is clear about this: "Which company's full-page advertising? ”

Yu Sigui's eyes lit up: "Panasonic, a version of 100,000." ”

Jiang Shan is not interested in this figure at all: "I look down on the domestic market, I still look down on the Oriental Metropolis Daily, and I will have to pay you a friendship price of 200,000." ”

Even so, it is not half the size of the harbor and bay.

However, Jiangshan knows that "Oriental Metropolis Daily" is not a lion yet.

"200,000?" Yu Sigui thought about it for a while: "Okay, I'll talk about it." ”

Jiang Shan hinted: "Hurry up, while the charging standard is not yet clear." Otherwise, I'll have to do things by the rules. ”

Yu Sigui blinked: "Panasonic only wants full-page advertising, can you agree, I think the price is negotiable." ”

Jiang Shan looked at Yu Sigui again this time, and found that the other party had a trace of the temperament of the God of Wealth grandmother.

So, he pointed to the advertisement in the newspaper and said, "Actually, this is called a secret advertisement......

"Oh~" Yu Sigui finally felt comfortable: "This idea is also what you think?" ”

Jiang Shan is the first to give in: "Otherwise? ”

"Awesome," Yu Sigui praised without hesitation, "or you're scheming." ”

Jiang Shan: "Hehe. ”

"There has been an oil shortage abroad recently," Yu Sigui said, "but we don't seem to have much impact at home." ”

Jiang Shan knows that the recent days are unstable: "Now the life of the exploiting class is not easy!" ”

The oil crisis in Europe and the United States is much worse than in Japan, and local governments have begun to call for energy conservation.

Da Liu of Xiangjiang seized this opportunity, and the classical ceiling fans produced by "Aimeigao" were very popular in the local area.

"Feng Shui takes turns," Yu Sigui sighed a lot about this sentence for a while: "It's also our country's turn to enjoy happiness." ”

Jiang Shan likes Yu Sigui very much: "Are you interested in ...... together?"

Yu Sigui's eyes were clear: "What together?" ”

Jiang Shan took a look at the policy space and felt that he had to wait: "There is a big drama in the American Film Studio in the afternoon, it is absolutely exciting, are you interested in going to the scene with me?" ”

"Okay," he said, "it couldn't be better, I just brought a camera." ”

The two chatted with each other.

After a while, someone broke in without knocking on the door: "Jiangshan, look who's coming!" ”

Jiang Shan looked for a sound, and saw that the editor-in-chief Jiang smiled and led a male comrade into the house.

The simple and kind Director Jiang, holding a big bag in one hand, is still smiling so nailly!

"Jiangning Toy Factory," Jiang Shan looked at the visitor and smiled: "Director Jiang!" ”

Director Jiang smiled even more: "Editor Jiang, why did you change departments, let me find it all over!" ”

Jiang Shan hurriedly made tea: "Our editor-in-chief Jiang has been promoted, so naturally we have to change places." ”

Editor-in-chief Jiang Hai asked Director Jiang to warm his hands on the kettle and asked, "Your toy factory is all good now, right?" ”

"Alas, don't mention it," Director Jiang took the tea handed over by Jiang Shan: "Since you helped us sell the goods, I don't dare to turn on the machine anymore." ”

Jiang Hai nodded: "It's okay if you don't do it, there is a backlog of products in the province." ”

Director Jiang also thought so: "Our government is worried about this, so we simply shut down the factory first, and as for what business to turn into in the future, even I, the factory director, don't know ......."

Yu Sigui blinked and asked, "What about the workers in the factory?" ”

"......" Director Jiang: "What, my father-in-law's own old hen specially picked a few of the fattest ...... for you."

So, Jiang Shan took the lead in chatting about chickens, and this topic was more relaxed.

In the afternoon, editor Jiang Shan led the cameraman Jiang Zhuangzhuang, followed by Yu Sigui who was filming, and walked into the Pujiang Art Film Factory.

As soon as the front foot arrived at the country, the back foot saw a group of people from the TV station coming over.

"It's still interesting for you," Zhang Lu whispered to Jiang Shan: "As soon as there is something good, notify me." ”

"That's necessary," Jiang Shan's hand gestured: "We are brother units." ”

Zhang Lu felt that this was indeed the case: "You will wait for my good news in the future." ”

At this meeting, the large-scale recording site of the American Film Studio has already set up a formation.

Gong Yiduan, a famous guqin player, sat in the center of the venue, and six painters from the United States Film Studio sat on the ground in a fan shape.

And the cameras set up around them have already been aimed at them from different directions.

Everything was ready, and Gong began to play the score of the master Kim Fuzai.

From their respective perspectives, the six animators sketched down every detail, demeanor, and fingering when Gong Yi played......

The camera on the side recorded the fast and slow rhythm in the master's hands one by one.

(End of chapter)