Chapter 300 The Grand Mansion of the Central Academy of Fine Arts

Pujiang City, No. 51 Anhe Street, small courtyard.

Jiang Shan, who had just gotten up early in the morning, was walking outside the hospital, pulling on the Magnolia brand crepe paper in his hand.

"Give."

Chen Peisi behind her took one: "Why are you smarter than me? Come on some more."

"You're so awesome," Jiang Shan handed over all the paper in his hand: "Is this enough?"

After a while, the two people who had finished their work came back shivering.

In the yard, Jiang He was pumping gas for his wife's bicycle.

Jiang's mother walked with a pot of porridge and said, "Hurry up and have breakfast. It won't get cold in a while."

The morning at Lao Jiang's house was as busy as ever.

The whole family goes to work and goes to school.

When Jiang Ma went to the market with her vegetable basket, there were still three people left in the whole main room.

"Second brother," Jiang Shan glanced at Jiang He's tool bag: "Are you going out soon?"

The second brother nodded and said nothing. After a while, he said, "It's the family planning side of the wall outside our newspaper office."

"Is the painting almost ready for me?"

"It will be done today."

Chen Peisi cooked half the pot of porridge alone: ​​"As for our second brother's skills, I think he is no worse than you."

"That's right, you don't even know whose brother it is," Jiang Shan said and took out a note from his pocket:

"Brother, if you are free in the past two days, you can go to the Fine Arts Publishing House and find Editor Pan. They are in urgent need of a painter of villain books. I recommended you to him."

"..." Jiang He was startled and looked up at Lao San: "Villain calligrapher and painter? Can I... now draw?"

"Why not," Jiang Shan said truthfully: "People with worse skills than you are painting, so you must be fine."

"Okay," Jiang He's training days are not short: "Then I'll give it a try!"

After turning around and entering the house, when he came out he had changed his clothes again.

"Are you going," Jiang Shan took a bite of the fried dough stick in surprise, "are you going right away?"

"What's there to wait for?" Jiang He had been looking forward to this day for a long time: "I'll go to the publishing house first. I won't know until I get there if it works."

"Haha," Jiang Shan smiled: "That's okay. If you don't ask clearly, I guess you won't be interested in publicizing your family planning work."

Jiang He was not nervous at all and walked out the door with long strides.

After taking a few steps, he fell back: "Thank you, third brother!"

Jiang Shan: "Hai!"

Seeing that his second brother didn't show any happy expression at all, Jiang Shan's face started to smile.

Pujiang's breakfast seemed to suit Chen Peisi's taste.

"What will you say later?" Chen Peisi stood up and patted her belly: "Will you go to the translation factory with me?"

"No, I have to go to work first. There is a meeting at the newspaper office this morning, and Gutai will also be there by then."

"Are you discussing the concert?"

"Um."

"Then I'll go with you and listen."

"You? No show for you today?"

"Some people have to dub for "Cassandra Bridge" in the morning, and it's our group's turn in the afternoon!"

Looking into Chen Peisi's expectant eyes, Jiang Shan didn't stop her anymore: "Then... let's go."

"Walk!"

…

On the way to the newspaper office, Chen Peisi kept talking about the translated films she watched during this period.

Before entering the conference room, he did not forget to give Jiang Shan a few words: "Let me tell you Jiang Shan, the movie "Cassandra Bridge" is very good. You must watch it when you have time."

Jiang Shan nodded as he walked: "I'll go in the afternoon."

To be honest, he really couldn't remember what Sophia Loren looked like when she was young.

In the conference room of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" today, in addition to some key members of the newspaper, two comrades from Pujiang TV Station were also present.

"This," editor-in-chief Jiang Hai spoke first:

"Everyone is very pressed for time, especially for the "Rising Stars Concert" these two days.

So I’ll make a long story short. Yesterday, Director Gu of the TV station and I went to the Ten Thousand Sports Hall to finalize the concert venue. "

After saying that, he and Gu Zhengzheng looked at each other and smiled.

"The comrades of the Ten Thousand Sports Hall are very supportive of our work. After on-site inspection, it was found that the Ten Thousand Sports Hall actually has 18,000 seats, but considering the viewing angle, the number of seats that can really be used should be 15,000."

Gu Zhengzheng continued: "The facilities in the venue are among the best in the country, and even heating and cooling air conditioners are already equipped."

"This concert is jointly sponsored by Oriental Metropolis Newspaper and Pujiang TV Station, and is planned by Chunfengdu Company," Jiang Hai continued:

"After three-party discussions, it was decided that the performance time of "New Star Concert" will be scheduled for the Lantern Festival on March 1st and March 2nd. In the following days, our newspaper will work with Pujiang TV Station to prepare "New Star Concert" "Concert" is fully promoted..."

Faced with the lectures given by the leaders of the two units in turn, everyone in the conference room was taking notes carefully.

At this time, Jiangshan was also writing something.

Chen Peisi raised her head and took a look: Pujiang Conservatory of Music, Central Song and Dance Ensemble, General Political Department Song and Dance Ensemble, Maritime Affairs, Oriental...

"Why are you writing this?"

"Of course we invite them to the concert."

"..." Chen Peisi was stunned: "You invite? Can they come?"

"Of course I can't do it," Jiang Shan quietly pointed at Gu Zhengzheng: "He is different. Pujiang TV station still has to give him face."

"Oh my God, the tickets for this concert are still not sold...that's crazy!"

"You just understand!"

Looking at the long list of music units written by Jiang Shan on the paper, Chen Peisi realized what level the concert she attended would be.

After a while, I looked at Jiangshan writing and thinking about it, and immediately decided not to bother him anymore.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, thanks to my participation in the radio drama "Latent", otherwise I wouldn't have had the opportunity to participate in such a meaningful event.

…

Afternoon, two o'clock.

When Zhu Fengbo, Gu Jianfen and Director Chen of the Chinese Singing Club walked into the translation factory on time, Jiang Shan was already waiting at the gate.

"Reporter Jiang, it turns out you are still an employee of the translation factory?"

Director Chen started greeting Jiang Shan from afar, and he was still very well-dressed.

"I'm just a temporary worker here," Jiang Shan said with a smile, "I only come here when necessary in the factory."

How could Director Chen believe his nonsense: "Don't be humble. Teacher Zhu told me that you are actually the translator here."

"Xiao Jiang," Zhu Fengbo asked with a smile: "You said you have something good for us to see, what is it?"

"Yes, Xiao Jiang," Gu Jianfen also asked, "I've been curious all morning."

Jiang Shan smiled and led the way: "You'll see me soon."

In the viewing hall of the translation factory, all the members of the small chorus have been assembled.

Sitting in front of the piano, Li Qinghui even put on a new sweater.

When Zhu Fengbo, Gu Jianfen and Director Chen walked in.

The lineup in front of them immediately stunned them all.

Director Chen, in particular, had a particularly surprised expression.

Even though I usually come into contact with celebrities, I have never seen such a scene.

But, before he could ask any more questions.

Teacher Li Qinghui's hands began to press towards the piano.

When a familiar prelude sounded, Gu Jianfen was obviously stunned for a moment.

Then, an even more surprising scene happened to her.

Liu Xiaoqing, who kept smiling on the stage, happily sang: "Young friends, come to meet today."

Ding Jianhua's voice is the most beautiful: "Swing the boat, the warm wind blows gently."

Qiao Zhen: "The flowers are fragrant," Qiu Yuefeng: "The birds are singing."

Chen Peisi stretched out her left hand: "The spring scenery is intoxicating."

Pan Hong was led by him and stretched out her right hand: "Singing and laughing are flying around the colorful clouds."

"Ah, friends of youth, to whom does this wonderful spring belong,"

Female voice: "Belong to me,"

Male voice: "Belong to you,"

Everyone said: "Belonging to our new generation in the 1980s..."

After singing the song, it ends neatly.

When every actor on the stage looked at the audience with a smile, Gu Jianfen was already moved to tears.

"Thank you... thank you,"

Gu Jianfen looked at the smiling faces in front of her tremblingly: "I, Gu Jianfen, bow to you."

When she saw her song sung by this group of actors, Gu Jianfen was filled with excitement.

God knows how many units and schools she went to for this song...

"This teacher Gu Jianfen is the composer of "Young Friends Come to Meet","

Jiang Shan's voice always sounds at the most appropriate time: "Let us applaud Teacher Gu, and hope that Teacher Gu can write more beautiful songs for us."

There was a burst of applause.

Gu Jianfen was so excited that she ran onto the stage and shook hands with every actor to express her gratitude.

At this moment, Director Chen has not yet come out of the previous singing.

"Teacher Zhu," he really couldn't believe it: "This is the song you recommended to me in the cafe that day?"

"Isn't that the song?" Zhu Fengbo got angry when he mentioned this: "How about it, does it sound good?"

"This is so nice." Especially coming from the mouths of these people.

"Didn't you still look down on it at that time?"

"Didn't I...didn't listen to everything!"

After Gu Jianfen walked off the stage happily, Director Chen immediately greeted him:

"Teacher Gu, your song "Young Friends Come to Meet" is very good. If you agree, our factory can record this song."

"Don't talk to me about this matter. I have fully entrusted Xiao Jiang with all matters related to this song. He is the owner of this song now..." Gu Jianfen thought about it and said: "Manager, yes, let's call him manager. "

Director Chen's smile froze on his face: "Ge's manager? What does this mean?"

"That is to say," Gu Jianfen replied seriously: "From now on in "Young Friends Come to Meet", the country will have the final say."

After saying that, Gu Jianfen gave Jiangshan a kind smile.

This guy is still reliable. He told the record company to take the initiative to come to her, but he came to her immediately.

I searched through most of Yanjing City but didn't release the songs, but this guy found them out in just a few days.

Not only did the stars line up to sing, but the Chinese Singing Club also invited him.

If you write any more songs from now on, don’t worry about it, just hand it over to Jiang Shan!

Director Chen is also a sensible person. He will look at the stage and then look at the audience.

After that, he smiled and walked towards the comrade who brought "Pacific" back to life.

"Reporter Jiang," Director Chen handed out a cigarette: "I heard from Teacher Gu that the song "Young Friends Come to Meet"... I want to talk to you now?"

"Hey, I'm just helping Teacher Gu with publicity," Jiang Shan said while avoiding the important things: "Isn't this song good?"

"Nice to listen to," Director Chen nodded vigorously: "The tune is cheerful and catchy, it's really nice to listen to."

"The key is to listen to the lyrics," Jiang Shan emphasized: "What a great motherland, how beautiful it should be, the sky is new and the earth is new, who should we rely on to create miracles, we rely on the new generation of the 1980s. How well written!"

Director Chen thought, if it's not good, what am I talking about here: "It's very good, then let's talk about recording the record."

"Don't worry about this, the key is that you can't record a record for this song, right? Listen to me and tell you slowly..."

...

Yanjing City, Dayabao Hutong.

As the teacher dormitory of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, Dayabao Hutong has another name, the Grand Mansion of the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

This courtyard with three entrances and more than 20 rooms has been home to many masters of the art world.

Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, Li Kuchan, Wu Zuoren, Shen Congwen, Li Keran...

Nowadays, although it is no longer as lively as before, fortunately, Huang Yongyu, Shen Congwen, and Zhang Ding are still in charge.

At this time in the evening, Huang Yongyu was playing with a cat at his desk.

Suddenly, the phone on the desk rang.

"Hello~"

"Is it Yongyu? Lei Hao, this is Liangyong!"

"Hey,"

Huang Yongyu really didn't expect that he would hear a greeting from afar in this snowy evening.

"Why did you think of calling me?"

Cha Liangyong was also forced by Huang Zhan and had no choice. After reminiscing about the past, he told the whole purpose of his visit.

"Jiangshan," Huang Yongyu said without hesitation: "The person you are looking for must be Jiangshan."

"So the person in charge of this company is called Jiangshan," Cha Liangyong wrote on the paper: "My friend is still a little hesitant. I wonder how much mainland designers know about overseas fast food, especially McDonald's? Or do they know nothing at all?"

Huang Yongyu didn't know Huang Zhan yet. When he heard this, he frowned: "Don't make a mistake. My friend has lived in Tokyo for a while, not to mention Hong Kong."

"So Mr. Jiang is your friend," Cha Liangyong thought to himself, this is easy to deal with: "If that's the case, then there's no problem."

"What's there?" Huang Yongyu had to set the stage for Jiangshan first: "Do you know how busy Jiangshan is? It's still unclear whether he will accept your friend's commission."

"So, I came to you for help..."

"Well... okay," Huang Yongyu said: "I'll ask for you first."

For the sake of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" last time, he decided to help this old friend.

After hanging up the phone, Huang Yongyu pushed the cat off his knees.

"What kind of two-handed painting advertisement did this kid shoot? I haven't seen it yet, but the outsiders in Hong Kong have noticed it first."