Chapter 176 The Secret Room Covered with Three Inches of Dust

"How about this? Can this interview be edited into a film?"

With a crackle, Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu met, and two cigarettes lit up.

"It's hard to say," Zhang Lu looked confused:

"It would have been easier to handle it like the previous films "Havoc in Heaven" and "Nezha Haohai", but this "Nine-Colored Deer" movie has not been made after all, so I guess the station will not arrange it."

"That's right," Jiang Shan expressed his understanding: "When I get back, I will figure out how to write."

"Jiang Shan, are you free in the next few days?" What Zhang Lu was most concerned about at this moment was: "How about going to Yanjing with me?"

"Going to Yanjing? What's wrong?"

"I just received the news this morning," Zhang Lu said with a mysterious look on his face: "Mayumi and Kurihara Komaki will be here in a while."

"real or fake,"

After hearing the news, Jiang Shan choked out a puff of smoke: "Is it because of "The Hunt" and "Looking Homeward"?"

"It must be, Gutai specifically asked me to inform you."

Having said this, Zhang Lu quickly looked around and realized that he was 70% to 80% familiar with the appearance of an underground party contact: "According to insiders, Mother Deng will personally receive them."

"The specifications are so high?"

"So are you going or not?"

"That's all you have to ask?" This matter can be avoided easily: "I have to go."

"That's just right. Let's make a date for departure and go together then."

The two of them were chatting, and director Wang Xiang walked out of the unit door.

"Xiao Jiang, this matter today is really troublesome for you and this TV station comrade."

Jiang Shan smiled and patted Zhang Lu on the shoulder: "It's okay, Director Wang. Xiao Zhang is my friend. I will help wherever I can."

When Zhang Lu heard this, he smiled sincerely: "Director Wang, you have forgotten that I was the one who recorded the scene where Mr. Gong played the guqin."

"Oh, it turns out we are old acquaintances at the Meiying Studio,"

After a burst of laughter, Director Wang took Jiang Shan's arm and asked, "Xiao Jiang, can you publish an article about Lao Qian and "Nine Colored Deer"?"

"No problem, leave this matter to me, Mr. Qian," Jiang Shan told Director Wang to just rest assured: "However, the subject matter of "Nine-Colored Deer" is so good, it is a pity that it cannot be made into a film."

"There is nothing we can do about it. China Film only provides so much funding to the factory every year," said Director Wang, who also had a headache:

"The subject of dismounting with him back then was not bad. Without a suitable reason, it was really difficult to start this thing."

"Understood," Jiang Shan nodded to express his understanding: "I'm not afraid to wait for a good movie."

Three people in three directions.

Among them, Jiangshan was the fastest.

Looking at the disappearing figure of Comrade Xiao Jiang, Wang Xiang repeatedly thought about the last words he said:

A good movie...don't be afraid to wait?

hiss?

With the sound of bicycle bells on the street, Director Wang, who was concentrating on his bicycle, soon forgot what he was waiting for.

I hurriedly and slowly rushed back to the company. The first thing I said when passing by the communication room was: "Master Lu, is anyone looking for me?"

"Isn't it right there?" Master Lu raised his hand and pointed: "It's so obvious that you can't even see it?"

Jiang Shan quickly turned around and said, "Hey, I didn't mention my second brother. Is there anyone else?"

"No, it's not in my registration book anyway."

According to the reply Jiangshan received a few days ago, Yu Minhong should have arrived!

Jiang Shan was a little worried. It was almost time to get off work. He couldn't wait forever!

"Master Lu," he could only tell the concierge: "If someone who looks like a student comes to me in a while, just let him go to the sidewalk."

"I've taken note of it. Just go about your business."

Comrade Jiangshan, carrying a black leather bag, wandered to the second brother's territory.

At this moment, a plump old hen was squatting on the wall next to the "Happy Coke" advertisement.

After seeing the figure of the third child, Comrade Jiang He immediately handed over the pen: "You came just in time, it's time to write."

"give it to me."

Each stroke is a work of art, and the four advertising styles of "Single deposits and lump sums" were written by Jiangshan Huabi.

After that, he took two steps back to admire it, still not satisfied: "Perfect!"

"Well," Jiang Hete made a few gestures in the air seriously: "I still have to practice for a while!"

"What time do you plan to draw until today?"

"Retreat as soon as the sun sets."

“What time is the movie?”

"Eight o'clock!"

"Brother, do you want one?"

"Point."

Soon, Jiang Shan lit two cigarettes and stuffed one into his second child: "Today, I went to interview an old gentleman who is also a painter."

Jiang He said absently, "Yeah."

"He once went to Dunhuang to copy and paint the Mogao Grottoes murals for dozens of days."

"Oh?" Jiang He's brush paused for a moment. He often heard Jiang Shan mention the legend of Dunhuang murals on weekdays, but he also felt a little yearned for it.

"While staying in the cave," Jiang Shan flicked the cigarette ashes in his hand.

I don’t know why, but after hearing this today, my heart has been filled with panic:

"The old gentleman and his colleagues accidentally discovered a secret room with an area of ​​only two square meters."

Finally, Jiang He stopped painting completely: "Did you find the treasure?"

"Ha," Jiang Shan smiled bitterly. Is there anything more precious than a mural?

“According to the locals, that small area was where the painter slept!”

"Live in a cave?"

"Not only did he live in a cave, but he also lived there for decades. He worked hard all his life, and at the end of the day, he gave a bunch of robbers an advantage!"

"well!"

"The old man from the American Film Studio also lay in this secret room covered with three inches of dust for a while," Jiang Shan asked himself that he couldn't do this:

"After that, he vowed to incorporate the style of the murals into his own works as much as possible."

After a while, the second brother finally turned and looked at Jiang Shan: "What is the name of his work?"

"Nine-colored deer? It's a very beautiful deer. You'll know later when I develop the photo."

"Give me a big one."

"Okay, I like big ones too."

After a period of silence, Jiang He suddenly said: "Son of a bitch, bandit!"

Jiang Shan then stomped out the cigarette butt: "If you say his mother is a dog, even the dog has to protest."

"Excuse me,"

Suddenly, a trembling voice came from behind: "Excuse me...who is Editor Jiang?"

"Here we come," Jiang Shan changed his fresh expression for a second: "It's classmate Yu Minhong, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

"I, um, I'm really sorry, Brother Jiang," Yu Minhong, who looked like an honest person, became even more nervous:

"The Pujiang River is so big that I didn't know the road, so I looked in the wrong direction in a hurry."

As soon as he heard the other party calling him eldest brother, Jiang Shan immediately became happy: "Didn't I ask you to call the newspaper first?"

"Hey," a slightly indifferent Yu Minhong scratched his hair: "I forgot."

At this moment, his thick, angry hair was already soaked with sweat, and his small eyes, without the benefit of glasses, were somewhat agile.

"Are you hungry?" Jiang Shan really looked like the big brother next door: "Come on, I'll take you to the cafeteria to eat first."

"This... won't trouble you!"

"What's the trouble," Jiang Shante said naturally: "Student Yu, if you have any learning difficulties in the future, just come to the newspaper office and see me. You don't have to be restrained by me, remember?"

"Hey, I remembered it, thank you Brother Jiang!"

The cafeteria of Oriental Metropolis Daily looks small, only the size of a classroom.

However, the food prepared is quite rich.

At this time, it was already past the time to get off work, and most of the people who came to the canteen to eat were night editors working overtime.

Comrades in twos and threes sat scattered.

In a short while, Jiang Shan brought three meals.

There was an aluminum box full of meat and vegetables, and classmate Yu Minhong was so nervous that she never dared to move her chopsticks.

"Eat." Looking at the nervous look of the future boss, Jiang Shan was happy: "How old are you this year?"

"17 now."

"I have a sister as old as you?"

"Oh? She also took the college entrance examination this year?"

"Not only did I participate," Jiang Shan already moved his chopsticks: "I also failed like you."

"it's a pity,"

After hearing this, Yu Minhong relaxed a lot, and followed Jiang Shan and picked up the chopsticks: "Will you take the exam again?"

"Of course," Jiang Shan glanced at his second brother who was engrossed in eating: "I will never give up until I get into college."

"Does your sister also have this idea?"

"She wants to switch to liberal arts," Jiang Shan answered half-heartedly, his eyes full of love:

"I asked someone to buy her a set of "Xu Guozhang English", hoping to help this child."

""Xu Guozhang English"?" Yu Minhong, who was about to attack as he aimed at the big row in the lunch box, suddenly stopped:

"I heard from the teacher that this book is a very rare English textbook. Your sister is really lucky."

"You are lucky too," Jiang He suddenly said, "He has also prepared a set for you."

"Ah," Classmate Yu was stunned upon hearing this: "You also prepared...a set for me?"

Yu Minhong, who had never seen an English column in any newspaper before, was immediately surprised by the "Daily English Corner" in Oriental Metropolis Daily.

Although I also worked as a substitute English teacher for one semester.

However, this did not prevent him from continuing to fail in the college entrance examination English.

Yu Minhong, who had no direction at first, realized after seeing the grammar analysis on the "Daily English Corner" that he had seen too few English textbooks.

With hope in mind, he wrote a letter to Oriental Metropolis Daily, trying to get more English question types that had been published in the past.

He had no hope at first, but he didn't expect to receive a reply from the editor.

This made him extremely happy, and he immediately followed the address on the letter to find it.

Facing Yu Minhong's small and bright eyes, Jiang Shan tapped the lunch box with chopsticks: "Eat first, then follow me to the office after dinner."

"Why,"

The other party responded loudly: "Thank you, brother editor."

After that, every time he took a few mouthfuls of food, he would raise his head and smile at Jiangshan.

He has almost concluded that the editor Jiang in front of him must be his noble person.

In the future, I would be so lucky if I could become a pen pal with the editor of Pujiang Newspaper.

"Brother Jiang,"

On the way to the office side by side, Yu Minhong mustered up the courage to ask: "Can I write to you often in the future?"

"Okay," Jiang Shan put his hands in his pockets and walked carefully: "Whether you are now or after you are admitted to college, you can write to me."

"Do you also think I can get into college?"

"Of course, as long as you are willing to endure hardship, let alone get into college," Jiang Shan reached out and turned on the light in the office: "Even becoming a university teacher will be a piece of cake."

At this moment, Yu Minhong didn't dare to think that way: "As long as I can get into the Normal College, I will be very satisfied."

"Here, these are all the exercises and explanations that our newspaper has published before."

Jiang Shan knew better than him whether he could be admitted to the Teachers College: "And this, "Xu Guozhang English."

At this time, Yu Minhong's face was flushed with excitement, and he couldn't wait to open the exercise book in his hand.

The exercises in front of his eyes were shining like jewels: "There are also mathematics and physics..."

"I don't know which subjects you will take," Jiang Shan really didn't know: "So I prepared every subject for you."

Yu Minhong looked at the exercise book in his hand, and then looked at "Xu Guozhang English" that even school teachers couldn't buy.

The words of gratitude were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

After a long while, he said, "Jiang... Jiang, I... I will remember your kindness for the rest of my life!"

"Don't say such polite words in the future," Jiang Shan patted the 17-year-old boy in front of him, "You are the same age as my sister, I will definitely help you if I can."

"I..."

Looking at the words, Yu Minhong, who was originally honest, began to have tears in his eyes: "I..."

"Okay, didn't I tell you not to say such polite words?"

Jiang Shan looked down at his watch: "Do you like watching movies?"

"Hmm?"

"Let's go, I'll take you to the best movie theater in Pujiang to watch a movie !"

"Wouldn't it be too much trouble?" Yu Minhong lost his composure in a second. He was just full of tears, and he started to tremble and shout again:

"Otherwise, I'll wait for you outside the cinema."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Jiangshan really likes big men like Yu Minhong who know when to advance and when to retreat: "You can stay in the duty room of the newspaper tonight..."

After saying that, he took Yu's shoulder and walked out: "Hurry up, don't miss the movie, my second brother and his wife are still waiting for us there."

"Okay,"

While speaking, Yu Minhong had already consciously jumped on Comrade Jiangshan's bicycle.

After shaking left and right for several times, Jiang Shan finally managed to steer the car, and then pretended to be relaxed and asked: "Have you seen Zorro?"

Yu Minhong, who was about to jump out of the car by a second, wiped the sweat from his forehead: "What Zorro?"

"Don't just focus on studying, you have to relax appropriately."

"After returning this time," Yu Minhong felt that he didn't need to relax: "I will go to the Jiang-Yin English training class for closed-door study."

"This kind of learning institution is rare now."

"What... institution?"

"Hehe, it's a special cram school."

"They just opened it this year, and only 40 students were admitted. I almost didn't make it."

"Not bad, the teachers in this school are quite forward-thinking..."

The way to the cinema was quite smooth at the beginning.

Soon they found that the closer they got to the destination, the more people there were.

In the end, Jiang Shan simply gave up the main driving position to Yu Minhong.

"It's so late, and there are still so many people," Yu Minhong had never seen such a scene before: "In our place, there are no people on the road after 8 o'clock."

"It's not like this usually, it's because of the newly released "Zorro","

At this moment, Jiangshan was looking at the endless bicycles on the sidewalk, and his head was big.

Just when he thought he could only force his way in, he suddenly heard a sound of "whoosh".

Soon, the full line of bicycles in front of him fell down like dominoes.

"Third brother," Jiang He shouted from a distance: "Push the bike over."

"Here we go!"

Jiangshan never thought that even now, there would be times when he couldn't find a parking space.

"Brother, is he the student you mentioned?"

Today, the second sister-in-law invited everyone to watch a movie, and Jiangchuan and Ying Ruhua went out early to wait.

"Don't mutter," Jiangshan pulled his little sister's ponytail as usual: "Didn't I ask you two to come and watch Zorro another day!"

"No, it's not as scary as you say."

"Oh, just wait and see."

Jiangshan stopped talking and arranged for Yu Minhong to sit beside him.

According to the order of the movie tickets issued by his second sister-in-law, the second movie tonight was his focus.

After everyone sat down, Yu Minhong quietly looked around.

Only then did he realize that this cinema, which looked very large, actually had a second floor.

After a silent look, Yu began to think about life secretly.

I don't know how high the admission score of Pujiang Teachers College is?

Just when he was thinking about it, suddenly, the lights above his head dimmed.