The railway station of Pujiang City.

Jiangshan, who had just left the station, directly carried his luggage and found the Baihua Photo Studio on Nanjing Road.

In terms of the city's printing technology, no one can compare with this one.

"I get what you mean,"

The master of the photo studio repeatedly looked at the photos and negatives in his hand:

"In principle, it should be operable, and we have such art photos in our window."

Jiang Shan has already seen it: "I just saw your window display to find it, when will these photos be done?" ”

"The day after tomorrow," the master wrote down Jiangshan's requirements: "It will be done in the morning of the day after tomorrow." ”

"Okay, then I'll pick it up then."

After implementing the promotional photos of "Nine-colored Deer", Jiang Shan rushed home with his luggage.

As soon as I entered the gate of No. 51, I saw three or four children's tricycles chasing each other.

"Little bun," Jiang Shan shouted at the youngest one.

Jiang Xiaobai, who was riding on a sky blue car, immediately stopped his little fat legs.

"Third Uncle,"

Jiang Xiaobai, who turned around and saw the third uncle, immediately threw down the tricycle and ran over.

Faintly, Jiang Shan actually heard some grievances in the child's call.

"Let the third uncle hug Xiaobai well,"

Jiang Shan hugged Xiaobai and kissed him several times: "Do you miss the third uncle?" ”

"I thought about it several times," Jiang Xiaobai nodded vigorously: "I write every day, but you still don't come back." ”

"Writing?" Jiang Shan didn't understand: "What words to write?" ”

"My sister-in-law said that as long as Xiaoyu and I write well, we will be able to come back early."

"Knife handle?" Jiang Shan felt that he had missed something: "Our little fat man can still write? ”

"Hmm," Jiang Xiaobai nodded happily as soon as he said this.

"How many words can you recognize?"

Xiaobai stretched out his chubby hand and counted them one by one: "Up, down, and one, two, three, more, right?" ”

Jiang Shan rubbed his bun face: "Good girl, I know so many words, I'm about to catch up with your picturesque aunt." ”

suddenly

"Hello Aunt Picturesque."

Jiang Xiaobai rested his head on the third uncle's shoulder and shouted glutinously at the courtyard gate.

"Little white girl."

The sound of the picture sounded behind Jiang Shan.

"Third Uncle," and Jiang Xiaoyu's voice: "You are back Third Uncle." ”

Jiang Shan hugged Xiaobai and turned around little by little.

Ying Ruhua, who had just walked into the courtyard, was holding Jiang Xiaoyu and looking at himself with a smile.

"Little brother," the picturesque Jiang Chuan called, "you just came back?" ”

"It's not," Jiang Shan didn't know where he came from, "No, the luggage is still on the ground." ”

"I'll help you bring it back!"

"No," Jiang Shan hurriedly waved his hand: "It's very heavy, let me do it myself." ”

Ying Ruhua's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air: "Okay." ”

After speaking, he glanced at his hand that was stopped in the air, and took it back behind his back with a sigh of instigation.

Jiang Shan stepped forward and touched Xiaoyu's head, and by the way, he lifted the small schoolbag that his eldest niece was carrying on her shoulder.

It's good, it's fluffy, it doesn't weigh much at all.

"Xiaoyu, talk to the third uncle, is it fun at school?"

Jiang Shan lifted the duffel bag on the ground, took Jiang Xiaoyu's little hand and walked to the backyard!

It wasn't until he entered the house that Jiang Shan knew what Xiaobai's writing meant!

It turned out to be after the start of school in September.

Jiang Xiaoyu, who has already gone to elementary school, as long as he enters the door after school, he must lead Xiaobai to read and practice calligraphy.

The content is not difficult, it is the new words that the young lady learned in school that day.

However, for four-year-old Jiang Xiaobai, it is still a bit overclass.

But Jiang Chuan didn't care about this, and took the Honda character grid and twittered for a long time.

"Go ahead, my sister will lead my brother to read it a few more times."

Xiaoyu and Xiaobai: "Oh! ”

After nodding aggrievedly, Mo Mo Chirp walked into the hut.

"It's all for your own good," Jiang Chuan didn't forget to add two sentences: "Xiaoyu, write your homework after practicing!" ”

The two little ones in the room agreed together.

The younger brother's voice was noticeably higher than the older sister's.

"Knife handle, are you worried that they will follow in your footsteps with the picturesque?"

Sitting in the hall, he lit a cigarette.

Jiang Chuan didn't speak, and gave the little brother a blank look.

"I really guessed for you," Jiang's mother packed her luggage for the third child: "Xiao Yu'er went to school, and she was nervous about her sister-in-law." The nagging is endless! ”

Jiang Chuan really didn't want his two little nephews to become backward elements: "At first, they were happy, but after only a few days, they were wronged." ”

"Don't push it too hard," Jiang Shan looked at the little sister: "These two are honest children, you have to be lively." ”

"Oh," Jiang Chuan thought carefully, "I know. ”

"I'm weird," Jiang Shan looked at the two big girls in the house: "Why did you two get out of school so early?" Shouldn't the repeater class be tighter? ”

"It's Wednesday," Picturesque smiled happily, "The teachers have a meeting to study, and the whole school is early." ”

Jiang Shan nodded, this is no different from later generations.

Wednesday is still a student favourite.

In the evening, the second brother Jianghe came back with a bicycle.

As soon as he entered the door and saw Jiangshan, he slapped an envelope on the table without saying anything.

"What is this?" Jiang Shan glanced at it: "Second brother, I haven't seen you for so many days, and you don't even say hello to your brother?" ”

Smack, Jiang He patted the third child: "Okay, right?" ”

"I ......" Jiang Shan smiled: "Forget it, this envelope is for me?" ”

As he spoke, he opened the seal.

"Happiness Cola Factory sent it to the door," the second child poured himself a glass of water: "I said it was with you." ”

Before Jiangshan set off for Dunhuang, he had already sent the photo of "Mayumi drinking Coke" back to the newspaper.

Soon, the "Oriental Metropolis Daily" published a photo of four Japanese-Ben actresses including Mayumi in the Summer Palace, each holding a bottle of Happy Coke.

Not only that, but standing with these four beauties, there is also Comrade Liu Xiaoqing, who has a bright smile.

This news is accompanied by two pictures, and the text is not long.

However, at the end of the article, a small line is displayed: This news is an exclusive continuous interview, please see tomorrow's follow-up report for details.

The photos taken by Jiang Shan were edited into three reports and published in three days!

The further back you go, the more actors appear in the photo.

This kind of star report with continuous pictures made the people excited.

For a while, the people of the entire demon capital also discovered an interesting thing.

It turns out that Japanese-Ben actresses also love to drink our country's soda.

And the "Happy Coke" advertisement next to the news was also seen by the majority of people.

"A few days ago, the circulation of your newspaper soared," Jiang He is also very concerned about these things now:

"The boss said that in addition to Mayumi, it is largely related to "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

"That's for sure, although stars are important, they are more fragrant, especially martial arts."

The envelope contained a large thick stack of money.

Jiang Shan counted expressionlessly: "It's exactly 500 yuan." ”

"Coke Factory's advertising expenses, right?" Jiang He had already guessed it.

"I said yes, I'll help them take a photo of Mayumi, which is one of the advertising plans."

"In this case, Happy Coke has taken a big advantage!"

"Yo," Jiang Shan smiled: "The second brother also knows the value of advertising now." ”

Jiang He looked at the third child: "I stay with you every day, can I not understand?" ”

"That's right."

"There's one more thing," Jiang He thought about it, and felt that he still had to talk to the third child.

"What's the matter?" Looking at the tangled expression on the second brother's face, Jiang Shan felt very strange.

"A while ago...... The editor of Pujiang Daily came to see Uncle Li," Jiang He recalled, "and then came again." ”

"Pujiang Daily? Why did they come to Uncle Li to translate the manuscript? ”

This is the only reason that Jiangshan can think of.

"I didn't ask, but Uncle Li said something to me inexplicably two days ago."

"What?"

"Tell the third child," Jiang He learned Li Ruocheng's voice: "I will not cooperate with other newspapers." ”

"That's it?"

"Hmm!"

Jiang Shan extinguished the cigarette in his hand and stood up.

After taking a box of Dunhuang moon cakes on the table, he pointed to the rest and said to the second child: "Taste it, Dunhuang's specialty." ”

Walked a few steps quickly to Li Ruocheng's window: "Uncle Li, I, Jiang Laosan, are back." ”

Li Ruocheng and his wife walked into the study at the same time.

As soon as they saw the rivers and mountains outside the window, they all smiled.

Li Huaiying took a closer look: "The third child has lost weight and is still dark!" ”

"Where's the weight loss?" Li Ruocheng didn't see it: "Why do I look a lot fatter!" ”

"Nonsense!" Li Huaiying glanced at his wife.

Jiang Shan didn't care if he was fat or thin, and directly handed the moon cake through the window:

"Aunt Li, this is the big moon cake with jujube paste I brought to you, but you can put it away!"

"It's so big," Li Huaiying opened the box and took a look: "One piece is worth our Pujiang four fast." ”

"So I'll put it away!"

"Don't worry, I won't even see a piece of scum in your custody Uncle Li."

"Okay!"

"What a fart," Li Ruocheng walked to the window and sat down: "I said the third child, do you only walk the window and not the door!" ”

Jiang Shan shook the match in his hand: "The air outside is good, and the smoke will disperse faster." ”

"Tsk," Li Ruocheng knew that the third child was for his good: "What kind of souvenir did you say you brought here, and I was not allowed to eat it, so there would be no other good things?" ”

"I really want to bring you something else," Jiang Shan leaned by the window:

"Guess what, there is a flood in that place in Dunhuang, there is nothing to want, and it would be good for the local people to have enough to eat."

The old man sighed when he heard this, but then thought about it: "You went to Dunhuang?" ”

"My second brother didn't tell you?"

"What can he tell me!"

Jiang Shan smiled: "However, I heard him say something just now." ”

"What's the matter?"

"People from Pujiang Daily, are you coming to you?"

"Third child, don't worry, Uncle Li and I will never cooperate with other newspapers, especially this one,"

Li Ruocheng patted the table: "Pujiang Daily!" ”

"Hey, I don't know anything yet, just let me rest assured."

"Actually, it's nothing," Li Huaiying in the room smiled: "Pujiang Daily wants to publish the serialization of "Gone with the Wind", but Uncle Li refused!" ”

As soon as she talked about this, Li Huaiying remembered the editor who came to the door with a large bag that day.

Regardless of the rest, the sincerity of the Pujiang Daily is still visible to the naked eye.

It's a pity that there is no fate!

Don't talk about Li Ruocheng, even if she Li Huaiying, don't even think about it.

The manuscript fee of the translator is different from that of the original writer, and the manuscript fee can be calculated numerically when the manuscript is delivered.

For translators, they must wait until the book is published and distributed before they can receive the manuscript fee paid by the publisher.

Before "Gone with the Wind" was not delivered and released, it was Jiangshan who gave his wife a chance to settle the manuscript fee every week.

On the surface, it was the third child who translated "The Chronicles of Narnia" for "Oriental Metropolis Daily" by Li Ruocheng.

In fact, the two elders know in their hearts that this is a quick manuscript fee sent to the door.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be fragrant for him Jiang Laosan to translate by himself?

The most important thing is that since Li Ruocheng was hired as a column translator for "Everyday English Corner".

The mood is getting better and better.

Every day, I either ponder the grammar in the translated paragraphs, or I happily look at the letters from readers who have been picked up.

Thinking of the readers' love for "Everyday English Corner", Li Ruocheng is full of energy every day!

"Just for this?" Jiang Shan confirmed.

"That's it, and then I came back again, and I told them directly," Li Huaiying continued.

"It's useless to come no matter how many times you come, our old man won't agree."

Looking at the two old men in front of him, Jiang Shan was inexplicably moved in his heart.

He knew that the two old men would rather not pay the manuscript fee than agree to each other's request to publish "Gone with the Wind".

It's all because of their "Oriental Metropolis Daily".

"Uncle Li, did they have any mention of the manuscript fee?" Jiang Shan asked quickly.

"Manuscript fee?" Li Ruocheng didn't expect him to ask: "It seems to have been mentioned!" ”

After speaking, he looked at his wife beside him.

At that time, Li Ruocheng only frowned and waved his hand, and he didn't even bother to listen to what the other party said.

"I mentioned it, and I added it when I came the second time," Li Huaiying recalled: "I said that I would be in the same stall with the writer." ”

Until 1980, the previous algorithm was maintained.

Writers are $8 to $15 per 1,000 words, and translators are $5 to $10 per 1,000 words.

This standard has not been touched since 1958.

Before 58 years, it was very high, but the organization felt that the manuscript fee was too high, which would affect the bad atmosphere in the literary world.

Sounds like it makes sense.

It's a pity that in the end, it is those literary workers who are struggling in the middle and low levels who are hurt.

"Based on the original writer's manuscript fee?" Jiang Shan said directly: "Then why don't you promise them." ”

"Huh?" Li Ruocheng was directly stunned: "Promise them? The third child, they are people from "Pujiang Daily". ”

"So what?" Jiangshan believes that:

"If "Oriental Metropolis Daily" wants to publish "Gone with the Wind", you naturally don't have to agree to them, but we don't ask for it now, why don't you earn this manuscript fee?"

"...... this?"

Li Ruocheng and his wife glanced at each other: "This will not affect the sales of "Oriental Metropolis Daily"? ”

"How could it be," Jiang Shan is still very confident in the serialization of his newspaper:

"Besides, this "Gone with the Wind" is indeed a good work, and it should be seen by more people."

"That's true."

Li Ruocheng nodded slowly.

Of course, he hopes that more readers will see what he has spent his time translating.

The next day, Pujiang Daily.

Anchor Wu of the supplement department put a copy of the day's "Oriental Metropolis Daily" on Wei Yuanxing's desk.

"How?" Wei Yuanxing immediately opened the newspaper: "Did Yang Tiexin and Guo Xiaotian rush out?" ”

"Alas," Anchor Wu shook his head: "Brother Guo has gone." ”

"Dead?"

The tofu cube that seemed to be sprinkled with joy was soon seen by Wei Yuanxing The last word:

"It's gone, what does he do in the Oriental Metropolis Daily, he can't be happy, it's like squeezing toothpaste every day!"

"Editor-in-chief," Wu reminded:

"Although our newspaper's "PHS Roaming the Future" is also quite popular, it is far worse than this "Legend of the Condor Heroes"."

"Hmm," Wei Yuanxing's face sank.

After a few breaths, he suddenly said in a loud voice: "Let's go, I'll go to the old man's house in person today." ”

"Still going?"

"Since "Gone with the Wind" is now the best-selling, it is worth my second look."

Just when Wei Yuanxing led Editor Wu to the thatched house.

All the newsstands in Pujiang City are staging a crazy plot to compete for the "Oriental Metropolis Daily".

(End of chapter)