Chapter 312: A Request for Help From the Number One Player in Beijing

February 16, 1980, Dayabao Hutong, Yanjing.

Huang Yongyu was sitting in his home carefully packing five sets of Gengshen Year Monkey Stamps and five Monkey Stamp First Day Covers with four postmarks.

Across the desk, Wang Shixiang, who had not yet been approached by Ma Weidu, was asking: "Yongyu, did you hear what I asked you?"

"What?"

"Tsk, who did you ask for help with your cousin's book?"

'My cousin wants to publish a book, and he still needs help?" Huang Yongyu refused to admit it: "You don't even know how many publishing houses asked him at the beginning."

"Forget it,"

Wang Shixiang picked up a small wooden box on the desk and started playing with it: "To tell you the truth, it was your cousin who asked me to find you."

"Okay, tell him not to say it, he leaked it so quickly!" Huang Yongyu shook his head and took a brush to write on the cowhide package.

"You're still hiding it from me?" Wang Shixiang was unhappy, staring at Huang Yongyu across the table.

"I don't want to hide it from you either, but I'm mainly worried that the news will leak out and implicate others."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Wang Shixiang said, and began to lower his voice: "Because, I'm here for this too."

"Why? You want to publish a book, too?"

Huang Yongyu raised his eyes and looked at this former, top-ranking dandy in Beijing.

Everyone knows that Beijing is not only home to fallen brothers, but also to powerful masters.

But when it comes to this master in front of him, a hundred Wang Sicongs can't beat him.

Of course, this was a long time ago.

Wang Shixiang, now 66 years old, was once code-named the No. 1 player in Beijing.

His great-grandfather was the Minister of Works, his great-grandfather was the Minister of Punishments, and his grandfather was another Minister of Works.

When it came to Wang Shixiang's generation, the Wang family was still very strong.

His father was the chief secretary of the National Enlightenment Institute of the Beiyang Government; his mother led a group of uncles and became well-known figures in the painting world.

So, Wang Shixiang, a son of an official, was born with a brocade hat and a mink coat, and he led a yellow horse on his left and a cang on his right.

But he not only knew how to dig graves to fight crickets, train hawks and walk birds, but also turned these trivial skills into a refined art.

"Collection of Cricket Records", "Pigeon Classics of the Ming Dynasty and Pigeon Records of the Qing Palace"... are all must-read books for later enthusiasts.

Even if he changed to collecting halfway, he also "played" out many Taobao guides in the antique world.

"Explanation of Lacquerware Records", "Ancient Chinese Lacquerware", "Appreciation of Ming-style Furniture"... These books are all books that Ma Weidu and others never put down.

After the Japanese surrendered in 1945, Ma Heng, then director of the Palace Museum, commissioned Wang Shixiang to go north to check the damaged cultural relics in the Palace Museum on the recommendation of Liang Sicheng.

Wang Shixiang grabbed a list of cultural relics and found Song Ziwen.

The German antiquities dealers' den was raided and hundreds of priceless antiquities were recovered.

Afterwards, the "Antiques Clearance Association" was established in Chongqing.

After the antiquities recovery team sent by the Nationalist government was frustrated in Japan, the burden of recovering the antiquities fell on Wang Shixiang's shoulders.

At the same time, Shanghai and Guangzhou also sent expert groups to Japan.

But in the end, only Wang Shixiang's team brought back the antiquities.

Among the thousands of treasures, there were as many as 110 boxes of rare books. (Rare books: ancient books with high cultural value and historical significance.)

Even the national treasure-level Chinese cultural heritage such as "Book of the Later Han", "Book of Rites" and "Yongle Encyclopedia" were almost taken away by little Japan.

For this reason, Zheng Zhenduo once shouted: If it weren't for Wang Shixiang, if Chinese people wanted to study their own culture in the future, wouldn't they have to go to Japan.

When they returned to Fangjiayuan, their own courtyard had already become a large courtyard.

Let alone the brocade hat and sable fur coat, being able to light a coal stove in each of the three rooms reserved for him was enough to make Wang Shixiang burst into tears.

At this time, facing Wang Shixiang in a thick blue cloth coat.

Huang Yongyu, full of doubts, took a puff of cigarette: "You also have books that cannot be published?"

Wang Shixiang nodded seriously: "It took nearly 20 years for your cousin's "Research on Ancient Costumes" to be published, and it has been 30 years since I received the task for this book."

"Are you serious?"

Seeing Wang Shixiang's rare solemnity, Huang Yongyu quickly put down the pen in his hand: "What's going on, tell me quickly."

"Do you remember that you almost hit me with a brick for a book?"

"Is there such a thing? Why don't I remember it?"

"Of course not," Wang Shixiang remembered clearly: "Zhang Guangyu still lived in the dormitory of the Academy of Fine Arts At that time, I went to give him a book. You happened to be there that day, so I picked it up and read it..."

"I remember now," Huang Yongyu finally remembered:

"I didn't even see the title of the book that day, and you pulled it back. At that time, I picked up a hard thing on the table and wanted to hit you on the head, but then I thought we were in Guangyu's house, so I held back. "

At first, Wang Shixiang didn't look down on Huang Yongyu, but because the book was obscure and difficult to understand, most people couldn't understand it at all: "After listening to Guangyu's introduction, I knew who you were!"

A few days later, when Huang Yongyu went to Zhang Guangyu's house again, Wang Shixiang in the house stood up and rushed out.

At that time, Huang Yongyu was so angry that he would chase him out and have a fight.

Just when the people in the room were trying to stop the fight, Wang Shixiang ran back again.

After handing out a book with both hands, he said word by word: "I, Wang Shixiang, and you, Huang Yongyu, please appreciate the "Painting and Decoration Record"."

Huang Yongyu lowered his head and saw that the book with a blue cover and thread binding was the same book from a few days ago.

Good guy, Wang Shixiang's move directly turned the two of them into enemies.

From then on, the two of us moved up and down together.

"What year are those in the almanac? Do you still remember them?"

Huang Yongyu held a teapot and added a cup of hot tea to Wang Shixiang: "Could it be...that the book you are talking about is that? I remember that it was a manuscript!"

"I don't have that ability," Wang Shixiang took a sip of tea while it was hot: "Thirty years ago, Mr. Zhu Qiqian handed this "Painting Record" into my hands. He knew that I had a hobby in this area, so he handed it over to me. The task of interpreting this book was entrusted to me.”

After that, Wang Shixiang took out the two books he carried with him.

One is the "Painting and Decoration Record" and the other is the manuscript of "The Painting and Decoration Record".

Looking at the thick manuscript on the desk, Huang Yongyu was stunned: "How many annotations did you write for this book?"

"In terms of word count," Wang Shixiang smiled: "This annotation is already 20 times the original book. From the time I started writing in 1948 to the time I stopped writing in 1958, I wrote it for 10 years..."

Because he was never able to publish it, Wang Shixiang continued to refine it in the next 20 years.

This is what it is today.

Looking at this old acquaintance who was almost 70 years old, Huang Yongyu sighed deeply: "To be honest, the publication of my cousin's book is entirely thanks to a little friend of mine."

"Little friend?" Wang Shixiang quickly went through it in his mind: "Which little friend, why didn't I hear you mention it?"

"How long have you been back? It's strange to hear about it," Huang Yongyu pointed to the kraft paper package on the table:

"This little friend of mine is the editor of Pujiang No. 1 newspaper. He is popular and has a sharp mind. I will help you ask about this some other time."

"The editor of a newspaper?" Wang Shixiang was puzzled: "Can you handle your cousin's affairs?"

"Don't underestimate him," Huang Yongyu proudly patted the kraft paper package: "Do you know how Berlin and I successfully passed the review of this monkey ticket?"

"..." Wang Shixiang was speechless, just waiting for the other party to continue.

"You still have to rely on him!"

"Is your little friend really just a newspaper editor?" Wang Shixiang couldn't believe it: "Don't fool me. I have seen the big world."

"Believe it or not," Huang Yongyu was too lazy to elaborate:

"My little friend's name is Jiang Shan. Although he is young, he is very skilled. The key is, he understands me!"

"for example?"

"Do you see this pipe?"

Wang Shixiang glanced at the small wooden box he had just played with: "I saw it a long time ago. I also want to ask you where you got the Dunhill?"

"Did you see the pair of owls in the outhouse too?"

"Of course I saw it."

"These are all gifts from him."

"He helped you and gave you things?" Wang Shixiang became more and more confused as he listened: "These are not simple things, Yongyu, your little friend is very nice to you!"

"Excellent!"

"The key is ability!"

"That's right, Jiangshan is indeed not a fuel-efficient lamp!" Huang Yongyu, who rarely showed his authority in front of Wang Shixiang, exhaled a string of thin smoke happily.

Wang Shixiang, who has always been able to take things up and let them go, let him be proud of himself: "Then do you think he can handle my matter?"

"..." Huang Yongyu sipped his pipe and pondered for a while: "The key point is that this thing of yours belongs to the 4th generation. Judging from the current situation... we still have to look at the current situation."

"What do you mean?"

"It means I'll call you first and ask."

"That's pretty much it."

The words were spoken.

Before Huang Yongyu's hand touched the phone, Shen Congwen walked in angrily.

Everyone Shen, who was always cheerful, now looked sad.

The two people in the room were all stunned.

"What's wrong?" Wang Shixiang and Shen Congwen have been friends for longer than Huang Yongyu: "Where did you get offended again?"

"Who?" Huang Yongyu's temper was about to explode: "Who is it this time?"

"...Sigh," Shen Congwen took his seat and sighed slowly after a while: "I just went to see Boju."

Wang Shixiang and Huang Yongyu were startled and looked at each other.

Shen Congwen ignored them and continued to sigh: "When the weather gets cold, his old habits come back again."

"Alas," Wang Shixiang sighed accompanying him: "I'll go to his house to have a look later."

"He is not at home. He was admitted to the hospital two days ago." Shen Congwen, with white hair, shook his head: "The eight-person ward was very noisy. His wife wanted to change him to a single room, but he was told that the level was not high enough. No."

"What? Zhang Boju's level is not enough?" Wang Shixiang felt his blood pressure jump up: "The things Zhang Boju donated to Yanda are enough to build several hospitals, but you still think he is not level enough?"

Huang Yongyu didn't speak in a hurry, he just glanced at Shen Congwen, who had also experienced this before: "How about you help him organize it?"

"I've been on the phone a lot."

"does not work?"

Shen Congwen smiled bitterly: "All I can find are cultural institutions, which are not the right ones!"

"Hey," Huang Yongyu looked at Wang Shixiang again: "How about you think of a way?"

"I?"

The down-and-out dandy Wang Shixiang also had a wry smile on his face: "Have you forgotten? We are in the same system as your cousin?"

"have to,"

Huang Yongyu, who knew he couldn't take on the porcelain job, looked at the phone again: "I'd better help you inquire about publishing a book first!"

…

At this time, Comrade Jiangshan, who was thousands of miles away, was standing in the fourth workshop of Pujiang Second Garment Factory.

Facing the cameras and cameras that shuttled back and forth in front of them, the female workers in the workshop all looked nervous and excited.

"The filming will officially start soon, everyone, don't be nervous,"

Jiang Xiangnan, wearing dark blue work clothes, paced back and forth in the aisles: "We have been practicing for so many days, we will definitely be fine after a while."

After saying that, Jiang Xiangnan walked straight to the window with great vigour, and waved to a group of people watching the excitement outside the window.

"Yes, it will be no problem," Jiang Shan, who was standing by the camera, always smiled: "Aunts and sisters, you really surprised me. Your performance just now almost caught up with professional actors."

After being praised by Jiang Shan, the lesbians in the workshop immediately smiled.

"Look, you're smiling now without any reminder," Jiang Shan continued to encourage: "Everyone, just keep it like this and follow the previous steps again, everyone is in their place..."

The photographer of Pujiang TV Station received the signal and nodded towards Jiangshan.

Jiang Shan immediately raised his hand and waved: "Start shooting!"

The tape recorder, which had already been in place, immediately started playing at the highest volume.

When the prelude was finished, Liu Xiaoqing, wearing blue overalls, sang loudly in the aisle lined with rows of sewing machines——

I love you China,

I love you China,

I love your vigorous spring seedlings,

I love your golden fruits in autumn

…

When Liu Xiaoqing sang and walked to the front of the aisle, the female employees behind him who were sitting in front of the sewing machines all stood up, facing in the same direction.

Then, the entire fourth workshop sang "I Love You, China" -

I love you, green pine temperament,

I love you, red plum character,

…

I want to dedicate the most beautiful song to you,

My mother, my country...

In order to correspond with the opening of "Young Friends Come to Meet", Jiangshan prepared the finale of "I Love You, China" for the "Rising Stars Concert".

These days, this song is being sung in every corner of Pujiang City.

Firefighting, public security, hospitals, Baosteel...

According to the script prepared by Jiangshan for Pujiang TV, people from all walks of life carried machines and rushed around for the online version of the "New Stars Concert".

In addition to on-site shooting, on the day of the concert, people from all walks of life will also enter the Sports Hall to sing in unison.

Over the past few days, people from all walks of life, who were constantly milling about, returned to the conference room of the TV station one after another until nightfall.

"Director Jiang,"

As soon as he saw Jiang Shan enter the door, Zhang Lu greeted him: "Thank you for your hard work, Director Jiang."

"Director Zhang, you have worked hard too,"

Jiang Shan shook Zhang Lu's hand vigorously: "Is everyone here?"

"Don't worry, everyone is here," Zhang Lu took a small step inward: "No, I'm just waiting for you to have a meeting."

"Then let's not talk nonsense," Jiang Shan walked in the door without hesitation: "Let's align the granularity first, and then discuss the rest..."