Outside the window, I saw the sun set.

The three comrades in the director's office still had no intention of leaving.

"So you became a director at an early age?"

It is hard for Jiang Shan to imagine that he has the opportunity to sit and chat with Wang Fulin, who will call for wind and rain in the future.

Not only that, but he also piggybacked on someone to solve a shooting fund.

"It should be 61 years at the earliest," Wang Fulin's gaze gradually drifted away with his thoughts:

"The TV station held a "Laughing Gala" according to the instructions of the superiors, and I was the director of that party."

"It's called a laughing party?"

"Hehe, that's right."

With Director Wang's recollections, Jiang Shan learned that the first Spring Festival Gala in New China appeared as early as 1961.

At that time, it was approaching the end of three years of hardship, and the prime minister personally issued a directive to let the people of the whole country enjoy themselves.

As a result, "Laughing Party" was scheduled to be broadcast live during the Spring Festival.

"A giant folding fan is used as a stage background," Wang Fulin made an exaggerated gesture: "The opening show is Ma Ji's cross talk "Laughing", which was so happy for Zhao Zhongxiang that he almost didn't slip into the belly of the table. ”

When it comes to the events of that year, Wang Fulin and Zhou Yeming will still laugh out loud for a while.

"Hou Baolin and Ma Sanli performed on stage one by one according to the program, with a few large round tables under the stage, and the actors sat below, and they could perform when they stood up, and they were the audience ......when they sat down."

"Oh,"

Jiang Shan understood that the round-table audience of the Spring Festival Gala in the future was a continuation of this party.

"At that time, there was a sketch called "Eating Chicken" that was the most interesting, and the actor Wang Jingyu made a funny expression on stage that was stuck in his throat by chicken bones.

Hou Baolin hurriedly came to the stage to rescue him, tinkered for a long time, and finally pulled out a feather duster from his neck. ”

"At that time, everyone on and off the stage laughed like crazy," Zhou Yeming continued: "After the incident, the audience also wrote letters expressing the hope that our TV station would hold more similar evening parties." ”

Jiang Shan took a sip of tea, the audience of that era was not an ordinary person.

"Alas," Wang Fulin sighed faintly.

"Why sigh for such a festive thing."

"That's right," Wang Fulin shook his head: "Within a few years, someone actually turned this sketch out, saying that this was propaganda to kill chickens and pluck 'hair', Wang Jingyu was not easy to deal with this matter." ”

Speaking of this, Zhou Yeming pointed to Director Wang and said to Jiang Shan: "He was still fighting with Hou Baolin at that time, it was enough to choke." ”

Wang Fulin shook his hand: "Can't mention, can't mention!" ”

Jiang Shan has always admired these old-timers and their belief that they can't be defeated: "Director Wang, the funds are so tight, why do you insist on making a TV series." ”

It is said that the task given to him at that time was to shoot a single-episode TV series, but the proud Wang Fulin shook his hand and picked it.

happened to encounter the script of "Eighteen Years in the Enemy Camp" was hidden by Zhuying Studio, and Director Wang contacted the author to adapt it into a ten-episode TV series.

It's a pity that during the review, the most exciting "beautiful man plan" and "mandarin duck playing in the water" were subtracted.

Therefore, when it was finally broadcast, it changed from the original 10 episodes to 9 episodes.

"When I was in England, I swore that Wang Fulin's blazing eyes were like a fire, "I must put all the masterpieces of my country on the screen." ”

"Everything is difficult at the beginning," Zhou Yeming hurriedly cooled down the other party: "Take your time step by step." ”

"With this amount of money, if you don't take it slowly, you can't do it," Wang Fulin still knows the depths: "But, Zhou Tai, you and I are almost 50 people, and some things can't wait too long." ”

"Don't worry, Director Wang," Jiang Shan comforted in time: "Your wish will definitely come true." ”

"Okay, we've all been blessed," Zhou Yeming got up and stretched his waist: "Let's go to the cafeteria first and fill our stomachs." ”

"Yes, yes, yes," Jiang Shan had already meant: "I haven't eaten in the canteen of Capital TV." ”

"Open up and eat," Wang Fulin led the way: "Tomorrow we have to implement the advertising fee." ”

"Don't worry, they all said on the phone, I won't go back if they don't come."

Pujiang Soda Factory has a store department in Yanjing, and when the terms are implemented tomorrow morning, it will naturally be able to operate.

This meal in the TV cafeteria, Jiangshan really ate it openly.

After returning to the guest house, he couldn't wait to take out a thick manuscript "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" from the black leather bag he carried.

[The mighty river of Qiantang River, day and night, endlessly bypasses the edge of Niujia Village in Lin'an......]

I go, exactly as I remember.

Jiang Shan fell on the bed with the book in his arms, his face full of excitement: "I want to see who else?" ”

Like in the previous life, Jin Yong really asked Huang Yongyu to say: "Oriental Metropolis Daily" does not need to pay a penny of manuscript fees, his original intention is to let more readers see his martial arts.

Regardless of Comrade Zha Liangyong, let's put a long line to catch a big fish.

Anyway, "Oriental Metropolis Daily" is taking advantage of the big deal this time, and the serialization, joint issue, and bound collection must be carried out round by round.

After a while, Jiang Shan, who had been lying on the table to draft the "Happy Cola Advertising Agency Plan", still looked happy.

The birth of this plan means that Pujiang Soda Factory not only has to pay the advertising fee of "Eighteen Years of the Enemy Camp", but also pays a planning fee to the "Chunfengdu" advertising company in proportion.

Although it is only a small start, for the "spring breeze", the first pile of Wanzhang Building can be regarded as laid.

According to the previous plan, the second batch of animated dolls is already in overtime production.

Like the first time, Jiangshan still placed an order for 500,000 pieces.

In the agreement signed with Yu Sigui, the two parties have already made an agreement.

Her identity as a foreign capital and an initial capital of 100,000 yuan, Jiangshan needs to contribute.

Profits are not noisy or noisy in half.

Both sides are in line with the original intention of mutual benefit, and carry forward the "spring breeze".

So far, Jiangshan has received a total of more than 30,000 yuan in bonuses for the "Kao sanitary napkin" advertisement, 25,000 yuan in profits for animated dolls, and more than 10,000 yuan in his own accumulation.

At present, the accumulated funds have exceeded 70,000 yuan.

He deposited all this money in batches into the People's Bank of China, which was good in the era before the ID card appeared.

As long as you go to multiple banks to make multiple deposits, they won't know the total amount of money you have.

A handwritten passbook, or a handwritten deposit slip on a regular basis.

Simple, light and thin, the difficulty of imitation is ultra-low, and it is easy to stimulate the stupid ingenuity of criminals.

At the moment when Jiangshan was taking stock regularly, Jiang Hai, the editor-in-chief of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" who was far away in Pujiang, still did not leave his office.

"Look, so many letters from readers are criticizing our college entrance examination column." Cai Wensheng, who was sitting opposite him, had already expressed his dissatisfaction:

"During this time, the columns were all chemistry experiments, which were indeed too biased."

Looking at the pile of letters from readers spread out on the desk.

If you don't say anything, you have to get 5 or 60 letters.

"And that's just for today." Cai Wensheng deliberately emphasized a mouthful.

Editor-in-chief Jiang sighed slightly: "I also thought of this question, Jiang Shan talked about it on the day he left, but ......what did he mean?"

Jiang Hai didn't continue, the expression on his face already represented everything.

Cai Wensheng immediately frowned: "I said Editor-in-Chief Jiang, it's not a day or two that we're not friends together, I admit that my younger brother Jiangshan is indeed quite aura in some aspects, but this college entrance examination review is about casting a wide net and seeing more questions." ”

Jiang Hai nodded, smiling a little awkwardly.

"Look at the Tianshu Physics and Chemistry column on the Pujiang Daily," Cai Wensheng continued to talk bitterly: "Every day, you can't move the mathematics, physics, chemistry, language, politics and geography calendar, so worry-free!" ”

Indeed, as Editor-in-Chief Cai said, when the readership sprayed the chemical experiment column of "Oriental Metropolis Daily", the question of each subject of "Pujiang Daily Chemistry" was particularly pleasing to the eye.

Although this move did not affect the circulation of "Oriental Metropolis Daily", the supplement department, which had received complaint letters for more than half a month, had already complained again and again.

"Editor-in-Chief Jiang, I have prepared some review questions for all subjects," Cai Wenshe took out a draft of the exercises: "Why don't we start from today, let's also start to resume the type of questions for all subjects." ”

"There are four days left before the college entrance examination,"

After a long groan, Jiang Hai made a difficult decision: "According to the previous plan, continue to publish chemical experiment questions." ”

Cai Wensheng was stunned for a moment: "What about these readers' letters?" ”

"The opinions of readers are naturally very important," Jiang Hai said firmly, "but we also need to have our own persistence, and there will always be some students who will need these chemistry questions." ”

(End of chapter)