Chapter 175 The most valuable movie easter egg

It was just after eight o'clock, and every household in the small courtyard was trying hard to recall the appearance of the electric fan they had seen at Lao Jiang's house during the day.

It really shows off, I bought three of them.

The key point is that if you dare to fan the fan, you don’t know what will happen to Lao Jiang’s electric meter?

In Jiang Shan's room, even though the electric fan in the room kept hissing and shaking its head.

But the big cattail leaf fan in Li Ruocheng's hand showed no intention of stopping at all.

Editor Pan flipped through the manuscript paper in his hand page by page, stopping from time to time to read a few sentences:

"It's such a good thing, I even want a copy after reading it, but... I don't know what our editor-in-chief will think after reading it."

Before coming here, Editor Pan originally just wanted to ask Jiang Shan if he was interested in continuing to draw a little book.

But it was only then that he realized that the reason why the other party had not accepted the job was because he was doing creative work at home.

After all, he is a comrade who loves art and can never be idle.

Not only can he not be idle, even if he... what Jiang Shan said just now is true, oh yes, even if he changes the track, he will still be very outstanding.

It's a pity, even though I like Jiang Shan's work very much.

However, without precedent, he really didn't dare to make a promise to the other party rashly.

"Xiao Jiang," Editor Pan weighed it up and said, "Do you think this is a good idea? I will take your work to the publishing house to show it to the editor-in-chief, and then I will reply to you after he replies to me."

"It's really hard for you to think so much about me," Jiang Shan asked the two of them to take a sip of herbal tea to quench their thirst.

Since entering the ambush, Jiang He bought several large porcelain pots at a trade fair and has never been without water.

"Bro,"

Outside the screen door, Jiang Chuan held up the green thermos bucket in his hand and said with a proud face: "If you go one minute later, the canteen will be closed."

Jiang Shan chuckled and took the bucket in.

"Come Editor Pan, let's have a popsicle to cool down."

"Is that little girl just now your sister?" Editor Pan glanced at the back: "The one who is going to change runways?"

"Yes, "Xu Guozhang English" is prepared for her."

"If you ask me, you should have let her learn English a long time ago. With Mr. Li and you in charge, there is nothing that can't be won."

Li Ruocheng on the side thought about it and couldn't help but nodded: "That's quite reasonable."

Facing the cold insulation bucket, Editor Pan reached out and picked out an orange-flavored popsicle: "What flavor do you always go for?"

Jiang Shan directly answered for Li Ruocheng: "Uncle Li doesn't need to, he can just watch us eat."

Editor Pan: "Huh?"

"Hey," Li Ruocheng clicked his tongue at Jiangshan, then picked up the herbal tea and took a sip:

"Third brother, you really used your brain this time, but I'm also thinking about it for you, how to calculate the royalties for this thing?"

Editor Pan had a popsicle in his mouth: "Yes, how should we calculate this?"

It is not yet the 1980s, and the Ministry of Culture has not had time to do anything for literature lovers.

According to the current manuscript fee system, literary authors receive 5 to 10 yuan/1,000 words, and translators receive 3 to 8 yuan/1,000 words.

Therefore, in the entire publishing industry, illustrators have the best life.

Of course, other regions are another matter!

The manuscript fee in Xiangjiang is calculated based on words. There is no need to add up to a thousand, each one counts.

Therefore, the former Cha Liangyong always kept repeating: The sword is so fast, such a fast sword.

Wanwan is the most popular, and royalties are settled by bank.

Therefore, Gu Longda often writes word by line:

Eighteen big men jumped off the wall,

Boom,

Boom,

Boom,

…

18 rows of "dong" in a row are like jingling silver coins.

"These are all things for later, but they definitely cannot be calculated according to ordinary manuscript fees."

While talking to each other, Jiang Shan bit into an red bean popsicle, as cleanly as if he was chewing a carrot.

Li Ruocheng couldn't help but be envious: "It's better to be young. I'm not afraid of being cold or hard."

The darker the night, the more noisy the insects in the courtyard become.

At this moment, Jiang Ma was opening her flower handkerchief and calculating the day's expenses penny by penny.

The steel coins were piled in the center of the handkerchief, which looked quite heavy.

Jiang He glanced at it silently, then picked up the remaining plate of fried shrimp crackers on the table: "I'll take this."

"Is it enough to eat?" Jiang Ma said without raising her head, "How about I fry some more slices?"

"No, that's enough."

The bride has to stay in the new house, and Jiang He will stay in Jiang Shan's house for a while.

A plate of fried shrimp crackers, a copy of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and half a watermelon.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," looking at the second child's ease, Jiang Shan couldn't help but remind him:

"Enjoy it, second brother, maybe this will be the most comfortable summer in your life."

"Don't think I don't know what you're talking about," Jiang He said confidently in his lover, "We'll see."

"Then let's wait and see."

"Still working on your new gadget?"

"Well, I have to work overtime these days."

"After the comrades from the publishing house read it, they said nothing?"

"He said..." Jiang Shan glanced at the old cat lying on the window sill. Feeling that the old cat was locked, he met his eyes in confusion:

"Thinking about it carefully, it seems that all the words are in vain. Lao Pan can't make the decision at all."

"Don't worry," Jiang He was very optimistic about Lao San's work: "If I say there's no problem, there will be no problem."

"That's what my second brother says," Jiang Shan didn't worry about this at all. He was just racing against time.

The next morning, according to the previous agreement, Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu carried the machine to the home of the old artist Qian Jiajun.

As soon as the door was knocked open, he saw director Wang Xiang from Meiying Studio standing inside with a smile.

"Mr. Qian," Wang Dao introduced to the host, "these two are comrades from the newspaper and TV station. They came here specially because they want to hear your stories together."

"What's there to hear?"

"Mr. Qian, we didn't disturb you, did we?" Jiang Shan looked at Qian Jiajun with a smile.

The old man has just turned sixty-three, but his eyebrows and beard are already gray.

"It's not too late to welcome you." The old man looked thin, but he was actually very capable.

There was always a gentle look between his eyebrows when he spoke: "You two young comrades, please sit inside quickly."

After being seated and exchanging greetings, Mr. Qian already knew the purpose of everyone's coming here.

Director Wang Xiang had already introduced Jiang Shan before coming here.

Qian Jiajun, an old artist from Meiying Studio.

He is versatile and flexible and eager to learn. Not satisfied with his status as an art designer, he also took the initiative to learn to take on the work of animation director and animation special effects artist.

Since 1940, he has been creating and directing animation works at the American Film Studio.

Among them, the more famous ones include "Why Are Crows Black", the first color cartoon in China, and "Mu Flute", the second ink cartoon in the world.

So before the old man was about to retire, deputy director Yan Dingxian and director Wang Chang made a special trip to ask this veteran of the American Film Studio if he had any other requests that needed cooperation from the factory.

Who would have known that Qian Jiajun didn't ask for bonuses or benefits, but directly made a request that put Factory Director Yan in trouble.

Continue to complete the filming of the cartoon "Nine-Colored Deer".

Although Yan Dingxian also very much wanted to meet the other party's requirements.

However, he knew very well that the filming plan for the second year was already fully arranged.

It is really impossible to squeeze out extra funds to realize the old man's dream.

You know, although the production of "Nine-Colored Deer" was delayed for 20 years, similar situations like this are not rare in American Film Studio.
To be continued...