Chapter 327: Meeting at the Concert, in the Prime of Life

As night falls, the small courtyard at No. 51 Anhe Street is filled with the light and shadow of Wong Kar-Wai.

In the small house of the two children, Xiaoyu and Xiaobai were reporting on their father's academic performance.

"Not bad," Jiang Hai, as the president of the club, commented with experience on the large-character book in his hand: "Look at this handwriting of our Xiaoyu. It doesn't look like it was written by a first-grade primary school student. It really has a bit of my writing style back then. ”

Jiang Xiaoyu, who was lying on his father's shoulder, smiled happily: "Second uncle said that your handwriting is not as beautiful as third uncle's."

"Nonsense," Jiang Hai told Xiaoyu a legend: "As for your second uncle and third uncle's calligraphy, I taught them step by step back then. How could it not be..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Hai was suddenly stunned: "Xiao Bai, did you write this? Your calligraphy has improved very quickly recently!"

Jiang Xiaobai, who was sitting on a back chair and chewing fried rice balls, said, "My third uncle taught me step by step."

"Huh?" Jiang Hai looked at his daughter's big calligraphy again: "Xiaoyu, why don't you learn from your third uncle?"

"I learned it," Jiang Xiaoyu raised his finger and pointed at a few simple paintings on the wall: "I learned painting from my third uncle."

"oh,"

Looking at the two talented children in front of him, Jiang Hai was deeply pleased: "You two will study hard with your third uncle first, and when dad comes back with two calligraphy and paintings in the future, they will hang them up..."

As soon as the Fantasia started, someone shouted from outside.

"Brother," Jiang Shan put his head into the room: "With your current status, how many sleeper train tickets can you buy?"

"Hey," Jiang Hai said, "Then you can't just buy as much as you want..."

"The train leaves from Yanjing Station," Jiang Shan forgot to mention: "The train is tomorrow night."

"The train departs from Yanjing?" Jiang Hai was a little unsure: "Or will it leave tomorrow?"

"If it's not difficult, just give me five cards," Jiang Shan smiled brightly, "I'm sorry for you."

"As soon as you tell me," Jiang Hai stood up and walked out of the hut, "nothing will be easy."

"Is it difficult?"

"It has to be done even if it's difficult," Jiang Hai and Lao Sansi put their hands around and lit their cigarettes: "Five, right? I'll call you right away."

While his elder brother was on the phone, Jiang Shan came to Li Ruocheng's window.

"Uncle Li, please put it away. This is a good thing."

Li Ruocheng took it and took a look, but didn't see anything good: "What is this?"

"First day seal," Jiang Shan emphasized: "Monkey Ticket's first day seal."

A total of only 9,400 first-day covers of the Gengshen Monkey Ticket were issued.

Although it was issued on the same day as the monkey ticket, there was no big deal due to the scarcity of the quantity.

Compared with the early appearance of Monkey Piao, the first-day cover image of Monkey Piao has always troubled Shao Bolin.

Until he learned that on the first day of the first lunar month in 1980, which was the day the monkey tickets were issued, Asia would stage a celestial spectacle that had never been seen in a century: a total solar eclipse.

Only then did he immediately design a first-day cover for the Gengshen Year: I made it according to God’s will.

"There are so many ways to philately," Li Ruocheng still didn't see the merit: "Why is there just one?"

He remembered an edition of 80 monkey tickets.

"Just be content, there aren't more than 10,000 envelopes in the world," Jiang Shan made an analogy: "Even my eldest brother didn't get one."

"Hey, I have to keep it well!" Li Ruocheng immediately felt that the piece of paper in his hand was unusual.

The two laymen were chatting about the issuance of stamps. Jiang Hai walked out of the room after making a phone call.

"Third brother, we've already agreed on the ticket, but how can I give it to you?"

"Don't worry about these little things," Jiang Shan hurriedly greeted him: "I will send someone with money to pick up the tickets then."

"See, Uncle Li, the third one is getting more and more productive now," Jiang Hai also leaned against Li Ruocheng's window: "You can even deploy people in Yanjing."

Li Ruocheng put the first-day cover into the drawer: "It's not a matter of time."

"Manager Ye from Happy Coke, you haven't contacted me for a long time," Jiang Shan said by words and deeds: "As soon as I heard that Coca-Cola also came to visit us, he immediately came to call me brother and sister again."

I am lucky enough to have a second life. Let’s not talk about anything else. I can take care of a lot of people with my hands!

Jiang Hai: "The factory is so busy right now, why do we need to advertise!"

"Some of our companies are not good at this," Jiangshan said, knowing that it would be in vain:

"Remember to eat and not to fight. Just two days after the good days, the sense of crisis is lifted. If you look at the way foreigners eat, they are really eating from the pot and thinking about what is in other people's bowls."

"So I made it clear to the bureau that day," Jiang Hai said: "Since we want to open the country for business, we have to listen to what we have to say. Otherwise, we will definitely suffer big losses."

"Yes," Jiang Shan felt that his elder brother was right: "Especially the sugar-coated bullets from capitalists, you must not only learn to dismantle them, but also learn to assemble them..."

Under thousands of stars, among the twists and turns of alleys.

The two good men of the Jiang family are passionately discussing the direction of economic development.

suddenly,

"Keep your voices down,"

Jiang Ma's voice came from the main room: "What did Mike just say?"

Jiang Xiaobai, who was also watching TV, heard clearly: "He said: OK, I will kill your general."

"Grandma, listen to me," Jiang Xiaoyu had a different opinion: "Mike said okay, I promise you general."

At the beginning of 1980, the hearts of every household were focused on the CCTV TV series "The Man from the Bottom of the Atlantic".

People who have the conditions watch TV at home, and those who don't have the conditions create conditions in other people's homes.

It was from this moment that the household ownership rate of television sets in the country began to grow exponentially.

But at this time, there was also a group of people who would rather give up "The Man from the Bottom of the Atlantic" and stay on the front line of their jobs.

Under the leadership of Comrade Jiang He, the painting of the billboards in the entire gymnasium was finally completed successfully.

At the same time, in an office of the Light Industry Bureau, there was still a scene of bright lights and a battle on the verge of breaking out.

Secretary Shen, who was standing next to the desk, was panting and accompanying Xiaoxin.

In front of him, Xu Muchun, who was suppressing his anger, was talking to the phone to reason.

"Renchun Fengdu Company has already reduced the number of Coca-Cola billboards to two,"

Director Xu was very patient with this equal-level department: "Reform will always have a painful process. You can't just come back and call the parents when something happens."

When saying this, Xu Muchun remembered what Jiang Shan said to him:

[For a company, a little pressure is not a bad thing. Otherwise, he will not only not take his opponents seriously, but also take the government's help for granted. 】

Although Jiang Shan didn't mention himself at all, he was actually reminding everyone: Don't treat Section Chief Jiang as a cadre.

Since he can choose plan A, he can also choose plan B.

No advertising company in the world has the absurd concept of "loyalty".

Don't think that the Pujiang government is jealous of foreigners at this time.

In a few years, they will welcome Coca-Cola to the Zhengguanghe Soda Factory with drums and gongs.

And the assembly line of Happiness Coke will also flow with Coca-Cola's liquid gold.

In theory, Jiangshan took the trouble to give advice and set up defenses for Happy Cola because he didn't want it to fulfill its previous life's promise.

But in the final analysis, these were not what Jiangshan could say.

After all, the Coca-Cola they were facing was a world top 500 robber that dropped Coke into the Vietnamese market within 24 hours after the United States announced its withdrawal from Vietnam.

How could Jiangshan bear to say anything about such a company?

"Can you protect these companies for a lifetime?"

Seeing that the other party was unmoved, Xu Muchun simply opened up his voice: "Besides, do you know how many companies Chunfengdu Company has helped in the past six months?"

The voice on the phone was still constantly appealing to his emotions.

No matter how he explained, the other party still hoped that Xu Muchun would come forward to persuade Coca-Cola to stop advertising.

After all, the Propaganda Department was no longer able to persuade him.

Suddenly, there was a "pop".

Xu Muchun threw the documents on the table heavily.

"Do you know how busy I am every day? If you really have nothing to do,"

Obviously, Director Xu's patience has run out:

"Just let me give you the few factories that I built with aid.

If that doesn't work, your department can just use some hard tactics.

As long as you can remove the Coca-Cola billboard on Nanjing Road and the Coca-Cola counter in Friendship Shopping Mall.

You don't need to show up, I will go to the Sports Center and take down the Coca-Cola billboard myself."

"..."

Finally, Director Xu's ears stopped.

…

Spring is warm, flowers are not blooming, grass is growing, and warblers are not coming.

It's the annual day of settling accounts again.

Pujiang Airport, with the rise and fall of flights.

One familiar figure after another is walking out of the terminal.

Liao Mingzu, general manager of Pacific Audio and Video, in a well-tailored suit, and Yu Sigui, wearing sunglasses and a woolen shawl.

Pujiang Railway Station,

Zhou Yeming, director of Yanjing TV Station, and director Wang Fulin.

Huang Yongyu, wearing a painter's hat, and four friends.

Oriental Metropolis Daily reporter and singer Krimu, who had just completed the condolence work at the front line...

In the guesthouse of Pujiang TV Station, all the cast and crew are making final costume adjustments.

In the Xuhui Sports Center,

several performance teams are rehearsing the last move in turn.

Jiang Shan, standing in the audience, had to shout with a loud speaker:

"Pay attention to the white spots under your feet."

"All aligned..."

"Okay, run like this when the time comes."

Huang Yongyu and his group, who were sitting next to him, watched silently without saying a word.

"How is it, Uncle Yongyu," Jiangshan smiled proudly: "You have never seen such a big scene, have you?"

"You are just the beginning," Huang Yongyu has seen everything: "Compared with the scene of my parade back then, yours is nothing."

"Just wait and see," Jiangshan didn't believe it: "I guarantee it will be better than your parade."

Huang Yongyu smiled with his pipe in his mouth, how could he not believe Jiangshan: "Let's not talk about anything else, the accommodation you helped my friends with today is really amazing."

When Huang Yongyu thought of this, he felt very proud.

At the same time, Wang Shixiang, Xu Bangda, Zhu Jiajin, and Qi Gong beside him also smiled and nodded.

Although he had never met Jiangshan before, the things this young man did were really great!

Especially when he was led into the Peace Hotel by him today, the long-lost respect and attention seemed to come back all at once.

"You are my uncle, and your friends are also my uncles," Jiang Shan began to make friends: "When my uncle comes, we must follow the rules for receiving Prince Sihanouk." Huang Yongyu said nothing, just sipped his pipe and smiled.

Laughing with him, there were four Hongru people sitting in a row.

…

March 1, 1980, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

With the continuous influx of people, the newly decorated Wan Ti Pavilion finally ushered in its first music festival.

From the steps of the venue to the gate of the venue, there are lights and colorful lanterns everywhere.

The lantern avenue, which is only a few tens of meters long, makes the people entering the venue clearly feel the joy of the Lantern Festival.

Under the guidance of the red vests present, the smiling people took their seats according to their tickets.

The area for guest seats is also growing.

The Jiang family's family sat in the best viewing area early.

As the opening time approaches, more and more old acquaintances speed up their entry.

"You are Jiangshan's father, right?"

Hu Xiao stretched out a ceremonial hand to Father Jiang across a row of seats: "I am Hu Xiao from Translation Studio."

"I know, you are Factory Director Hu, right?" Father Jiang quickly stood up and stretched out his hand: "We met at the second son's wedding."

"Yes, yes," Hu Xiao nodded: "I have been to your house, but it's a pity that you were not at home at that time."

Then, Gu Zhengzheng also shook hands with Jiang Xiangnan: "Comrade Lao Jiang, Comrade Xiao Jiang has worked hard during this time."

"So you are Jiang Shan's father," Zhou Yeming looked back and said, "Hello, I am Zhou Yeming from CCTV."

Gu Zhengzheng: "Vice Director Zhou."

Zhou Yeming pointed with his backhand: "Deputy Director Gu."

Yan Dingxian, the deputy director of Meiying Studio, and his lover Lin Wenxiao, when passing by Jiang's house, they walked over and touched the children's little heads.

Director Zhang of the Propaganda Department: "Comrade Lao Jiang, your sons have performed very well!"

Xu Muchun from the Light Industry Bureau was the last to enter: "You are Jiangshan's father. Thank you for cultivating a good young man for the organization!"

"..."

Looking at the leading cadres passing by in front of them, Father Jiang and Mother Jiang suddenly felt a little dazed.

"This third child... usually stays with them?"

"I've told you before," Jiang Ma's face seemed to have been highlighted: "The third child is full of sperm."

Li Huaiying raised his eyebrows: "That's right!"

Li Ruocheng smiled: "The bastard finally became famous."

At this moment, the flowing background music in the venue suddenly stopped.

The audience full of people gradually became quiet.

As the lights in the auditorium dimmed, the stage in the center of the venue lit up and immediately became the center of attention.

Immediately afterwards, without any announcement.

The Pujiang Symphony Orchestra started playing live, and with the sound of loudspeakers, professional accompaniment sounded in all the audience seats.

Then, a string of cheerful and melodious songs sounded.

A row of famous people wearing white suits and sky blue dresses, their smiles are sweeter than honey.

Liu Xiaoqing: "Young friends, come and meet us today."

Ding Jianhua: "Swing the boat, the warm wind blows gently."

Qiao Zhen: "The flowers smell fragrant,"

Qiu Yuefeng: "Birds are singing,"

Chen Peisi: "The spring scenery is intoxicating."

Pan Hong: "Songs and laughter are flying around the colorful clouds."

All said: "O friends of youth,

To whom does the wonderful spring belong?

Belong to me, belong to you,

Belonging to our new generation in the 1980s..."

The song ends, and the lingering sound is still lingering.

The full audience has not yet woken up from the climax of the chorus at the beginning.

Two or three seconds later, thunderous applause resounded throughout the venue.

Finally hearing the complete song, the audience couldn't help but be happy.

Before, I could only hear the beautiful melody that flashed through the TV highlights. Today I finally heard it all.

"do it again."

"Sing one more."

In this era, there is no shortage of applause, and actors have long been accustomed to encores.

But today, everything seems to be different.

As other singers left the stage one after another, Tong Zirong and Liu Xiaoqing, who were the announcers of the concert, stayed on the stage with smiling eyes.

Liu Xiaoqing: "Dear audience friends, the "Rising Star Concert" jointly organized by Oriental Metropolis Daily and Pujiang TV Station has officially begun."

Tong Zirong: "Today, we have invited a group of outstanding domestic singers and dancers, as well as two professional performance teams. In the coming days, they will spend a pleasant night with everyone."

Liu Xiaoqing: "Please enjoy the song "Velvet Flower" brought to you by the famous soprano Li Guyi."

Li Guyi, wearing a purple satin dress, walked onto the stage and sang a song affectionately.

Then, amid applause, the song "Yan Nanfei" was sung again.

After that, before she even left the stage, she sang a duet with Liu Xiaoqing, "Sister Flies to Her Brother in Tears".

The audience's response to this chorus mode was particularly enthusiastic.

Everyone seems to like this kind of interactive performance between actors.

After this, the audience no longer insisted that the actors "do one more".

They have discovered that every singer who comes on stage can bring everyone a beautiful song.

"Walking on a Country Road" by Xie Lisi and Wang Jiejie.

Wang Jiejie sang the song "Camel Bell" solo.

"Lifting Your Hijab" and "The Girl of Dabancheng" by Crimea.

Just like in the previous life, every line of Wu Guosong's "Man's Declaration" can cause laughter.

Even Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang laughed very happily.

Xu Bangda patted his shoulder: "Yongyu, luckily I came with you this time."

Zhu Jiajin: "Otherwise, how could we see such a wonderful performance."

Huang Yongyu was so happy that his face was full of smiles: "Don't just thank me verbally, you must treat me to roast duck when you return to Yanjing."

Like them, Zhou Yeming was also chatting with Gu Zhengzheng in a low voice: "Are these all invited by Jiangshan?"

"He made a list," Gu Zhengzheng did not hide it from him: "Then, I sent out invitations one by one according to the list."

"I haven't heard of many songs," Zhou Yeming felt more and more wonderful as he watched: "And the small chorus at the beginning was also Xiao Jiang's idea."

"That's nothing," Gu Zhengzheng was very proud: "The good show hasn't started yet."

"I know," Zhou Yeming also heard a little: "I'm looking forward to the song "I Love You, China"!"

Gu Zhengzheng just smiled and said nothing, letting him guess.

At this time, Liu Xiaoqing, who changed into a green evening gown, walked onto the stage with a smile:

"The beautiful spring is approaching quietly. In this wonderful time, we invite all the audience to join us in climbing the spring mountain."

Tong Zirong: "Please enjoy the large-scale song and dance program "Climbing the Spring Mountain" brought to you by the Pujiang Song and Dance Troupe."

The curtain call ended, and the cheerful Pujiang National Orchestra responded.

Several teams of dancers appeared in various directions of the stage.

They were men and women, singing and dancing.

Dressed in costumes from different dynasties, they danced in colorful postures.

On the stage, Wang Jieshi, Wu Guosong and Kelimu, three singers, were happily singing songs for everyone: "Going up the Spring Mountain"

In February, the willows are drunk with spring smoke

On March 3, the mountains are covered with green grass

The most beautiful thing is the April sky

The spring water in the river is as green as blue

The spring scenery is so noisy that people can't sleep

The spring rain fills the pond and calls the water lilies

Spring flowers bloom everywhere, and the swallows are whispering

The spring breeze is full of pride and youth

I'm going up the Spring Mountain to ask you to come and see me

...

At this moment, not only Zhou Yeming and Wang Fulin...are stunned.

All the audience in the entire stadium seemed to see flowers blooming among the green mountains and green waters in the beautiful spring light...