"First tell me what it is."

"Next week, several Japanese and Japanese actresses will visit Yanjing, and I was selected as the domestic actor representative."

"Mayumi and Kurihara Komaki?"

"You already know?"

"I don't even want to think about what I do."

"Haha, yes, you are still a famous newspaper reporter!" Liu Xiaoqing chuckled.

Before, Jiang Shan did not expect that Liu Xiaoqing would be involved here: "But, what can I help you with?"

"The notice I received now is to accompany them to the park in Yanjing."

"What a great thing!"

"I didn't say it was a bad thing, but if you think about it carefully..." Liu Xiaoqing didn't take exception at all:

"Have you seen the movie "Manhunt"? How fashionable they are, I can't help it...

We are all actors, so we will definitely stand together and take pictures when the time comes."

After nagging for a long time, Jiang Shan already understood what the other party meant.

Comrade Liu Xiaoqing is worried about his combat uniform and combat shoes!

"Listening to what you said, this is really what happened."

"Right, then I will not only represent myself."

"That's right, you are going out on behalf of our country...oh no, you are on camera,"

However, Jiang Shan still didn't understand: "But what's the use of asking me about this matter?"

Dad Jiang's No. 2 Clothing Factory, after the sales of bell-bottom pants boomed, rushed to produce a batch of Ken Takakura's beige windbreakers.

After that, he still returned to the production work of receiving national orders and serving the people.

"I've been shopping all over Yanjing in the past few days," Liu Xiaoqing complained on the phone: "I haven't bought anything... just... do you still remember the dress Pan Hong wore in the Happy Coke commercial?"

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"Oh," Jiang Shan suddenly realized: "You want a dress like hers."

"It doesn't have to be the same, just be fashionable."

"This is easy to handle. I'll go to the department store tomorrow to have a look."

"Great, I just want you to look for it for me. It won't be too much trouble, right?"

No matter which era, the impression given to the people by the Magic City still remains at the forefront of fashion.

"No trouble," Jiang Shan asked, "Do you just want to buy a few dresses? What else do you want?"

"Sandals, hat, whatever is fashionable, don't save money for me, I will risk my life this time."

"Haha, don't worry, I know it."

"Call me after you buy it. Our director has an acquaintance working at the train station. When the time comes..."

"No need to bother," Jiang Shan said with a smile: "When the time comes, I will personally take you to Yanjing."

"Ah," Liu Xiaoqing on the other end felt warm in her heart: "No, no, no, I..."

"Don't be polite to me, sister," Jiang Shan didn't want to tease her anymore: "Next week, I will go to Yanjing."

"It's such a coincidence, you didn't lie to me."

"It's a coincidence. Our newspaper office received an invitation from Pujiang TV Station to go to Yanjing for an interview next week, and the interview subjects are Mayumi... and you."

"Really or not," said Liu Xiaoqing, whose face was full of joy, and her big eyes became even rounder in shock.

"Wait for me, Sister Xiaoqing!"

Jiangshan has one sister at a time, not to mention how crispy it is.

There were actually old acquaintances among the interview guests. This was a good thing that Comrade Jiangshan did not expect.

After hanging up the phone, he walked to the street humming Du Qiu's song.

"Second brother," he shouted from a distance, "I think I'll be done with that next week."

At this moment, Jiang He, who was painting a mural, was also infected by Jiang Shan's good mood.

"Have you found a way?"

"There has always been a way, but I didn't want to trouble them at first, but now that I think about it, I have to take the shortcut."

"Originally," Jiang He reminded: "Lao San, you are still young now, so you still have to rely on friends when you go out."

"Okay, I listen to you,"

Looking at the bank advertisement that was almost completed on the outer wall, Jiang Shan smiled and said: "Brother, you have improved your speed now. It is much faster than the billboards on Nanjing Road."

"It's not the same thing at all. Their operations are not as worry-free as mine."

Around the 1980s, there was neither computer design nor electronic printing.

All outdoor advertisements are drawn manually.

From the initial draft to the completion of a billboard, it takes two master workers to work on the scaffolding for at least a week.

That's it, not counting the windy and rainy days.

The most important thing is wages, which can only be settled based on the wages and bonuses of the advertising unit.

How is it possible to enjoy the high salary of one hundred yuan per manuscript?

Jiang He knew this very well.

Of course he understood that this was all the care given to him by his brothers.

At the same time, Jiang Shan also felt that this was his second brother supporting his work.

On the second day, Jiang Hai faced the bright red sun early in the morning and went out on his bicycle.

When passing by a newsstand on the street, I quickly stopped the car and observed it for a while.

I found a thick pile of newspapers placed in the middle of the shelf at the newsstand.

It is our own "Oriental Metropolis Daily".

At this moment, a piece of news was posted just below the five characters of "Oriental Metropolis Daily": "A rolling trolley bus accident occurred on Route 26."

It is constantly attracting passers-by.

"Hey, what's going on today? Can the bus still overturn?"

"real or fake."

"Master, get me a copy of Oriental Metropolis Daily."

"Bring me a copy too."

"It's incredible, more than 20 people were injured."

"Give me a copy of Oriental Metropolis Daily."

Jiang Hai stood with his legs propped up next to the newsstand, watching the crowd first turn pale with shock after seeing the news of the accident on the front page, and then everyone grabbed a newspaper.

Soon, the thick pile of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" was gone, visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Comrade Jiang Shan, who went out to buy breakfast, also strolled to a newsstand in front of his house.

What he saw in front of him was almost the same as what Jiang Hai saw.

"Comrade," Jiang Shan handed over three cents: "Give me a copy of the Liberation Daily."

Amid the calls to buy Oriental Metropolis Daily, someone spent money to buy a copy of Jiefang Daily.

Just like what he remembered, Jiang Shan soon found an article "Roll 26 Trolley Bus Rollover Accident" in "Jiefang Daily".

The title and content are all very similar to Oriental Metropolis Daily.

The only difference is that this news article in Jiefang Daily was placed in a corner of the second page.

Just after seven o'clock in the morning, phones rang one after another in various offices of the Municipal Propaganda Department.
Chapter completed!