Chapter 176 The secret room covered in three inches of dust

"How about this? Can this interview be edited into a film?"

With a crackle, Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu met, and two cigarettes lit up.

"It's hard to say," Zhang Lu looked confused:

"It would have been easier to handle it like the previous films "Havoc in Heaven" and "Nezha Hao Hai", but this "Nine-Colored Deer" movie has not been made after all, so I guess the station will not arrange it."

"That's right," Jiang Shan expressed understanding: "When I get back, I'll figure out how to write."

"Jiang Shan, are you free in the next few days?" What Zhang Lu was most concerned about at this moment was: "How about going to Yanjing with me?"

"Going to Yanjing? What's wrong?"

"I just received the news this morning," Zhang Lu said with a mysterious look on his face: "Mayumi and Kurihara Komaki will be here in a while."

"real or fake,"

After hearing the news, Jiang Shan choked out a puff of smoke: "Is it because of "The Hunt" and "Looking Homeward"?"

"It must be so. Gutai specifically asked me to inform you."

Having said this, Zhang Lu quickly looked around and realized that he had a 70% or 80% understanding of the appearance of an underground party contact: "According to insiders, Mother Deng will personally receive her."

"The specifications are so high?"

"So are you going or not?"

"That's all you have to ask?" This matter can be avoided for a long time: "I have to go."

"That's just right. Let's make an appointment for departure and go together then."

The two of them were chatting about each other, when Director Wang Xiang walked out of the unit door.

"Xiao Jiang, this matter today is really troublesome for you and this TV station comrade."

Jiang Shan smiled and patted Zhang Lu on the shoulder: "It's okay, Director Wang. Xiao Zhang is my friend. I will help wherever I can."

When Zhang Lu heard this, he smiled sincerely: "Director Wang, you have forgotten that I was the one who recorded the scene where Mr. Gong played the guqin."

"Oh, it turns out we are old acquaintances at the Meiying Studio,"

After a burst of laughter, Director Wang took Jiang Shan's arm and asked: "Xiao Jiang, can you publish an article about Lao Qian and "Nine Colored Deer"?"

"No problem, leave this matter to me, Mr. Qian," Jiang Shan told Director Wang to just rest assured: "However, the subject matter of "Nine-Colored Deer" is so good, it is a pity that it cannot be made into a film."

"There's nothing we can do about it. China Film only gives the factory so much money every year," Director Wang also had a headache:

"The subject of dismounting with him back then was not bad. Without a suitable reason, it was really difficult to start this thing."

"Understood," Jiang Shan nodded to express his understanding: "I'm not afraid to wait for a good movie."

Three people in three directions.

Among them, Jiangshan is the fastest.

Looking at the disappearing figure of Comrade Xiao Jiang, Wang Xiang repeatedly thought about the last words he said:

Good movie...don't be afraid to wait?

hiss?

With the sound of bicycle bells on the street, Director Wang, who was concentrating on his bicycle, soon forgot what he was waiting for.

I hurriedly and slowly rushed to report back to the company. The first thing I said when passing by the communication room was: "Master Lu, is anyone looking for me?"

"Isn't it right there?" Master Lu raised his hand and pointed: "It's so obvious that you can't even see it?"

Jiang Shan quickly turned around and looked: "Hey, I didn't mention my second brother, is there anyone else?"

"No, it's not in my registration book anyway."

According to the reply Jiangshan received a few days ago, Yu Minhong should have arrived!

Jiang Shan felt a little worried. It was almost time to get off work. He couldn't wait forever!

"Master Lu," he could only tell the concierge: "If someone who looks like a student comes to me in a while, just ask him to get on the sidewalk."

"I've made a note of it, and you can go about your business."

Carrying a black leather bag, Comrade Jiangshan wandered to the second brother's territory.

At this moment, a plump old hen squatted on the wall next to the "Happy Coke" advertisement.

After seeing the figure of the third child, Comrade Jiang He immediately handed over the pen: "You came just in time, it's time to write."

"give it to me."

Each stroke is a matter of skill, and the four advertising styles of "Single deposits and lump sums" were written by Jiangshan Huabi.

After that, he still took two steps back to admire it: "Perfect!"

"Well," Jiang Hete made a few serious gestures in the air: "I still have to practice for a while!"

"What time do you plan to draw until today?"

"Retreat as soon as the sun sets."

“What time is the movie?”

"Eight o'clock!"

"Brother, do you want one?"

"Point."

Soon, Jiang Shan lit two cigarettes and stuffed one into his second child: "Today, I went to interview an old gentleman who is also a painter."

Jiang He said absently, "Yeah."

"He once went to Dunhuang to copy and paint the Mogao Grottoes murals for dozens of days."

"Oh?" Jiang He's brush paused for a moment. He often heard Jiang Shan mention the legend of Dunhuang murals on weekdays, but he also felt a little yearned for it.

"While staying in the cave," Jiang Shan flicked the cigarette ashes in his hand.

I don’t know why, but after hearing this today, my heart has been filled with panic:

"The old gentleman and his colleagues accidentally discovered a secret room with an area of ​​only two square meters."

Finally, Jiang He stopped painting completely: "Did you find the treasure?"

"Ha," Jiang Shan smiled bitterly. Is there anything more precious than a mural?

"According to local people, that small area was where the painter slept!"

"Live in a cave?"

"Not only did he live in a cave, but he also lived there for decades. He worked hard all his life, and at the end of the day, he even made it easy for a bunch of robbers!"

"well!"

"The old gentleman from the American Film Studio also lay in this secret room covered with three inches of dust for a while," Jiang Shan asked himself that he couldn't do this:

"After that, he vowed to incorporate the style of the murals into his own works as much as possible."

After a while, the second brother finally turned and looked at Jiang Shan: "What is the name of his work?"

"Nine-colored deer? It's a very beautiful deer. You'll know later when I develop the photo."

"Give me a big one."

"Okay, I like big ones too."

After a period of silence, Jiang He suddenly said: "Son of a bitch, bandit!"

Jiang Shan then stomped out the cigarette butt: "If you say it's a fucking dog, even the dog will protest."

"Excuse me,"

Suddenly, a trembling voice came from behind: "Excuse me...who is Editor Jiang?"

"Here we come," Jiang Shan changed his fresh expression for a second: "It's classmate Yu Minhong, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

"I, um, I'm really sorry, Brother Jiang," Yu Minhong, who looked honest and humble, became even more nervous:

"The Pujiang River is so big that I didn't know the road, so I looked in the wrong direction in a hurry."

As soon as he heard the other party calling him eldest brother, Jiang Shan immediately became happy: "Didn't I ask you to call the newspaper first?"

"Hey," Yu Minhong, who was slightly indifferent, scratched his hair and said, "I forgot."

By this time, his thick, angry hair had already been soaked with sweat, and his small eyes, without the benefit of glasses, were somewhat agile.

"Are you hungry?" Jiang Shan really looked like the big brother next door: "Let's go, I'll take you to the cafeteria to eat first."

"This... won't trouble you!"

"What's the trouble," Jiang Shante said naturally: "Student Yu, if you have any learning difficulties in the future, just come to the newspaper office and see me. You don't have to be restrained by me, remember?"

"Hey, I remembered it, thank you Brother Jiang!"

The cafeteria of Oriental Metropolis Daily looks small, only the size of a classroom.

However, the food prepared is quite rich.

At this time, it was already past the time to get off work, and most of the people who came to the canteen to eat were night editors working overtime.

Comrades in twos and threes sat scattered.

In a short while, Jiang Shan brought three meals.

There was an aluminum box full of meat and vegetables, and classmate Yu Minhong was so nervous that she never dared to move her chopsticks.
To be continued...