Chapter 179: Battle Suit and Shoes

Several other editors at Pujiang Daily did not think so.

"It's not impossible to go in the direction of science fiction, but "PHS: Adventures in the Future" is a popular science book for children, so I feel it's inappropriate to choose it."

"That's right. After all, our newspaper is not a teenager's book."

"Don't forget," Editor-in-Chief Wu reminded: "As early as the first half of the year, our newspaper published several excerpts from "PHS: A Journey into the Future," and the response was very good."

Seeing what Chief Editor Wu said, the other editors naturally stopped insisting.

After all, he is the head of the supplement department.

"Children's popular science novel?" Only then did Wei Yuanxing come to his senses: "If this is the case, you should be careful about writing another novel..."

Around the 1980s, the glory of print media was just beginning.

At this time, major newspapers and periodicals have realized the importance of "retaining customers with supplements".

However, the old habit of commending and reporting news has not changed at all.

It’s early time to get off work, but in the editor-in-chief’s office of Oriental Metropolis Daily.

Except for Jiang Shan, the other three people all gathered together.

"Turn the page quickly."

"I haven't finished reading yet?"

"Comrade Jiang Hai, why do you, the editor-in-chief, read so slowly?"

"I don't read as many manuscripts as you do every day," Jiang Hai defended, "Besides, I read them more carefully."

"Lao Cai, please stop talking nonsense." Rong Bin said anxiously: "I haven't seen clearly what Taoist Master Qiu said."

"Stop talking about it,"

Jiang Hai, who was sitting in the middle, slammed the book on the table and said with eyes wide open:

"Both of you don't have to work anymore? Where's the manuscript that turned over on Road 26? Why don't you go back and edit it quickly?"

"Ah, I almost delayed my business," Editor Rong quickly stood up and prepared to leave.

After turning around and seeing Jiang Shan, he couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Jiang, you vulture..."

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes!"

"Yes, where did you get "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"? It's so good."

"Doesn't it look good?"

"It is indeed very attractive." Cai Wensheng, who was not willing to move his butt, was also surprised: "I have never seen many excellent novels like this."

Jiang Shan sat on the sofa triumphantly: "This book is really hard to get, and it also contains two owls."

He also didn't want to think about the fact that he exchanged two owls for an owl and a bird.

"Owl," Jiang Hai suddenly remembered: "Is it the time when I went to Guangzhou?"

"Yes, it was that time, but I only got the book recently."

It was mainly kept for a few days by family members, otherwise it would have been brought to the newspaper office.

"What do you think?" At this moment, Jiang Hai went straight to the topic:

"I feel that if the next issue of the serialized novel is "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", the circulation of our "Oriental Metropolis Daily" will definitely increase a lot."

"What's there to discuss?" Rong Bin raised his hands in agreement: "As for the few books Lao Cai recommended before, even one of them can't compare."

"Haha," Cai Wensheng was laughing himself: "Just do what our editor-in-chief says, then... I will take this "Legend of the Condor Heroes" back to the office first."

Jiang Hai quickly stopped him: "It's not too late to get it tomorrow."

"That's not possible. I have to study it carefully first."

After speaking, Cai Wensheng picked up the manuscript on the table, turned around and evacuated.

When passing by Jiangshan, I didn’t forget to give him a wink: “Great job!”

"Ha," Jiang Shan said happily. Of course he knew how great his trick was.

After the two chief editors left, Jiang Hai came over and sat next to Jiang Shan.

"No wonder the second child seemed to be possessed by a demon a few days ago. It would probably be the same for me too."

"Brother, let me tell you clearly," Jiang Shan leaned sideways and leaned on the armrest of the sofa: "Does the author of this book know how popular it is in Xiangjiang?"

"Jin...Yong?"

Jiang Hai leaned back on the sofa and murmured to himself.

He had heard this name mentioned several times by others, but it was a pity that he had never seen the other person's masterpiece.

"This author has written many martial arts novels similar to "Legend of the Condor Heroes". In order to exclude outsiders, he even set up a newspaper to exclusively publish his novels."

"Can I apply for a newspaper by myself in Xiangjiang?" Jiang Hai heard this news.

"It's not a big deal to run a newspaper by yourself," Jiang Shan thought, whether he could sell it was the key: "I guess it will be possible in mainland China in two years."

"Then it's nothing you and I can worry about," Comrade Jiang Hai yawned one after another:

"What I'm most worried about now is what kind of reaction the higher-ups will have after the news about the overturn of Route 26 is published."

"You don't need to worry too much about this," Jiang Shan thought, "According to my suggestion, Editor-in-Chief Jiang, you should follow the reporter to the hospital tomorrow."

"Why should I follow?"

"Let Rong Bin's people buy some canned fruits and deliver them together. After all, some people are injured."

Having said this, Jiang Hai also understood a little bit: "What you mean is that you want me to take a look at the injured people."

"Shouldn't we go and express condolences?"

"Okay~" Jiang Hai patted the armrests on both sides of the sofa: "It's time to go and express condolences."

"Then I'll go get busy first," Jiang Shan stood up and said goodbye: "Don't forget to take more photos."

"knew."

"Don't forget to let them wear newspaper vests."

"good!"

"do not forget……"

"Is it over yet? Since when have you become such a mother-in-law?"

"Don't forget about me."

“…” Jiang Hai was stunned, and rushed to the phone: “Don’t worry, it will be in the newspaper this weekend.”

“You are really my brother.”

After gulping down the tea, Jiang Shan walked leisurely to his office.

“Huh? Why haven’t you gotten off work yet?”

When he saw Jiang Zhuangzhuang sitting at his workstation, Jiang Shan immediately reacted: “Is there something wrong?”

“Indeed, there is something wrong,” Jiang Zhuangzhuang smiled mysteriously: “Guess who called you just now?”

“Who?”

When he saw the other party’s dead look, Jiang Shan’s heart was lifted: “It can’t be a long-distance call from Japan, right?”

It’s been so long, and the account of Jiangning Toy Factory has been settled long ago.

Calculated, Miss Yu Sigui still has 50,000 yuan in his deposit.

In recent days, Jiang Shan has been struggling whether he should take the initiative to call Japan to show concern.

"That's not the case," Jiang Zhuangzhuang didn't expect Jiang Shan to think so far: "It's a long distance call from Yanjing, she said her last name is Liu."

"Last name Liu?"

"This is the call back number I wrote down, the other party seems to be very anxious, and asked you to call back quickly."

"Oh?"

Taking the note from Jiang Zhuangzhuang's hand, Jiang Shan started to dial the dial of the phone one by one.

When the last dial returned to its original position, Jiang Shan gave Jiang Zhuangzhuang, who was still staring at him, a look that said "get off work quickly, don't listen to me on the phone."

So, he was the only one left in the office soon.

"Hello,"

"Is it Jiang Shan? I knew it was you, haha!"

A familiar voice came from the other end of the receiver: "Comrade Liu Xiaoqing? Why are you calling me?"

"What comrade? It's so formal," the other party was immediately unhappy: "Didn't I ask you to call me sister!"

"Sister, Sister Xiaoqing," Jiang Shan immediately obeyed her.

"That's more like it," Liu Xiaoqing's unique voice sounded quite pleasant on the phone: "Jiangshan, can you do me a favor?"

"Tell me what it is first."

"Next week, several Japanese actresses will visit Yanjing, and I have been selected as the domestic actress representative."

"Mayumi and Kurihara Komaki?"

"You already know?"

"Don't you think about what I do?"

"Haha, yes, yes, you are a newspaper reporter!" Liu Xiaoqing chuckled.

Before, Jiangshan didn't expect that there would be Liu Xiaoqing's affairs in this: "But, what can I do for you?"

"The notice I received now is to accompany them to visit the park in Yanjing."

"What a good thing!"

"I didn't say it's not a good thing, but think about it carefully..." Liu Xiaoqing was not shy at all:

"You have also seen the movie "The Chase", right? They are so fashionable, I can't do it...

We are all actors, and we will definitely stand together to take pictures at that time."

After talking for a long time, Jiangshan had already understood what the other party meant.

Comrade Liu Xiaoqing is worried about his combat uniform and combat shoes!

"Hearing you say that, it is true."

"Isn't it? I will not only represent myself at that time."

"That is, you are representing our country... Oh no, you are on camera,"

However, Jiang Shan still doesn't understand: "But what's the point of you looking for me for this matter?"

Jiang's father's clothing factory No. 2, since the sales of bell-bottom pants opened up, rushed to produce a batch of beige windbreakers of Ken Takakura.

After that, it returned to the production work of taking orders from the state and serving the people.

"I've been shopping in Yanjing for the past few days," Liu Xiaoqing complained on the phone, "but I didn't buy anything... that is... do you remember the dress Pan Hong wore in the Happy Cola commercial?"

"Oh," Jiang Shan suddenly realized, "You want a dress like hers."

"It doesn't have to be exactly the same, just something fashionable will do."

"That's easy, I'll go to the department store tomorrow to have a look."

"Great, I just want you to look for it for me, isn't it too much trouble?"

No matter what era, the impression that Magic City leaves on the people is still at the forefront of fashion.

"No trouble," Jiangshan asked, "Just a few dresses? What else do you want?"

"Sandals, hats, anything fashionable, don't save money for me, I'm going all out this time."

"Haha, don't worry, I know what to do."

"Call me after you buy it. Our director has an acquaintance working at the train station. Then..."

"No need to bother," Jiangshan said with a smile, "I'll personally take you to Yanjing then."

"Ah," Liu Xiaoqing on the other end felt warm in her heart, "No, no, I..."

"Don't be polite to me, sister," Jiangshan didn't want to tease her anymore, "Next week, I'm also going to Yanjing."

"What a coincidence, you're not kidding me."

"It's really a coincidence. Our newspaper has received an invitation from Pujiang TV Station to go to Yanjing for an interview next week, and the interviewees are Mayumi... and you."

"Really?" Liu Xiaoqing, with a happy face, had her eyes even rounder in shock.

"Wait for my sister Xiaoqing!"

Jiangshan called her sister all the time, not to mention how crisp it was.

There was an old acquaintance among the interview guests, which was really a good thing that Comrade Jiangshan did not expect.

After hanging up the phone, he walked to the street humming Du Qiu's song all the way.

"Second brother," he shouted from a distance: "I think my business will be almost done next week."

At this moment, Jiang He, who was painting a mural, was also infected by Jiang Shan's good mood.

"Have you found a way?"

"There has always been a way, but I didn't want to bother them at first, but now I think about it, I have to take the shortcut."

"That's right," Jiang He reminded: "Old Third, you are still young, you still have to rely on friends when you go out."

"Okay, I'll listen to you,"

Looking at the bank advertisement on the outer wall that was almost completed, Jiang Shan smiled and said: "Brother, your speed is now considered to be practiced, much faster than the billboards on Nanjing Road."

"It's not the same thing at all, their operation is not as worry-free as mine."

Around the 1980s, there was no computer design or electronic printing.

All outdoor advertisements were drawn manually.

From the draft to the completion of a billboard, it takes at least two workers to work on the scaffolding for a week.

That's not even counting the days of wind and rain.

The most important thing is the wages, which can only be settled according to the wages and bonuses of the advertising unit.

How could he enjoy such a high salary of 100 yuan per copy?

Jiang He knew all this very well.

He certainly understood that this was all the care given to him by his brothers.

At the same time, Jiang Shan also felt that this was his second brother supporting his work.

On the second day, Jiang Hai rode out early in the morning, facing the big red sun.

When he passed by a newsstand on the street, he stopped the car and observed for a while.

He found that there was a thick stack of newspapers in the middle of the shelf of the newsstand.

It was his own "Oriental Metropolis Daily".

At this moment, a piece of news was posted under the five big characters of "Oriental Metropolis Daily": "The No. 26 trolleybus overturned while driving".

It was constantly attracting passers-by.

"Hey, what's going on today? Can a bus flip over?"

"Really? Fake?"

"Master, give me a copy of the Oriental Metropolis Daily."

"Give me one too."

"It's terrible. More than 20 people were injured."

"Give me a copy of the Oriental Metropolis Daily."

Jiang Hai stood by the newsstand with his legs propped up, watching the crowds see the front-page news of the accident, and then everyone got a newspaper.

Soon, a thick stack of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" disappeared.

At the same time, Comrade Jiang Shan, who went out to buy breakfast, also strolled to a newsstand at the door of his house.

What he saw was almost the same as what Jiang Hai saw.

"Comrade," Jiang Shan handed over three cents: "Give me a copy of the "Liberation Daily."

Amid the calls for the "Oriental Metropolis Daily", someone paid for a copy of the "Liberation Daily".

Just as he remembered, Jiang Shan soon found an article in the "Liberation Daily" titled "Route 26 Trolleybus Overturning Accident".

The title and content are very similar to those of the Oriental Metropolis Daily.

The only difference is that the news in the Liberation Daily was placed in a corner of the second page.

Just after seven in the morning, telephones rang one after another in the offices of the Municipal Propaganda Department.

The old man in the communication room stretched his head and looked again and again. He, who has a lot of work experience, could not help but frown.