Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

It's a pity. This trip should have allowed you to take more walks in the capital, Gu Zhengzheng said regretfully, but we can only stay in Yanjing for two days.

It's a bit of a pity, Jiang Shan said with a smile, but I'm very happy to be able to come here.

Yes, Huang Hua also nodded: Young people, there will be many opportunities in the future.

Yes, the trains are faster now, Gu Zhengzheng felt deeply:

Unlike our time, when the Nan-Beijing Yangtze River Bridge was not yet open to traffic, we had to take a ferry to cross the river. One time, the weather was bad, and our train had to wait a full day and night to cross the river.

Not only because of the ferry, the speed of China at that time was only 40 kilometers per hour even if you drove it open.

If the delivery boy is more aggressive, he can catch up with just one step on the accelerator.

Before 1978, of the 50,000 kilometers of railway lines across the country, 40,000 kilometers still used steam locomotives.

The Beijing-Beijing line protection line was pretty good. In 1972, the locomotive was replaced with a Dongfeng Type 3 internal combustion engine, which immediately shortened the time to about 20 hours.

Gradually, the shaking of the train made Jiangshan ride harder and harder.

As the number of stops increased, the carriage gradually turned into the legendary stuffy jar.

The more people there are, the closer the distance is. Many familiar customers often squeeze in and sit down next to you while saying hello.

Under the ancient director's seat, there was gradually no place to put his feet.

At this moment, he looked at Jiang Shan and Huang Hua, who were sitting across from each other. They were both looking calm and steady, with square hats covering their faces. They were sleeping soundly.

People who don’t understand it may feel a little intimidated at first glance.

No one dared to disturb them.

At a certain moment, Gutai asked himself, how could he go out without wearing a square hat? Lesson!

Sleeping and waking up, eating and sleeping again, as the distance gets closer and closer.

I don't know if I'm nervous or excited.

Jiang Shan can no longer sleep.

When the last piece of chicken cake in the net bag was eaten, Yanjing stood up.

Since it was still early, Jiang Shan wanted to take a look at Yanjing's waiting hall.

When the four people from Pujiang TV Station followed the flow of people into the waiting hall, Jiangshan knew what Kyoto was and what the Magic City was.

The sound of beating bamboo boards echoes throughout the sky. Let's say it's safe together. Friends want it, family members hope, and we can return home safely...

It was just after five o'clock, and the waiting hall was already full of people.

A female literary and art worker dressed in military uniform played Allegro in the waiting room,

We will change places for a while and focus on the safety of the people.

When Jiangshan and the others first entered the waiting hall, the sound of fast writing followed them.

Jiang Shan looked at him with fresh eyes and walked slower and slower. Huang Hua pushed him out from behind.

Everyone, follow me closely, said the young man from the Publicity Department, who seemed to be more familiar with Yanjing than Gu Zhengzheng: If you see that station, run.

When a bus slowly approached the bus stop.

Four people, including Director Gu, all started running.

At this time, if you miss a bus, you don’t know how long you will have to wait.

Fortunately, there were many passengers boarding at the train station, and there were no stop-and-go buses, giving the four of us enough time to catch the bus.

Jiang Shan and Huang Hua sat down next to each other.

For a moment, the two of them took a breath and collected themselves.

They looked at Yanjing through the car window with the same gaze.

Brother, Huang Hua, who was used to being called by Jiang Shan all the way, said, Have you been to Yanjing?

Huang Hua nodded: I've been here three times.

Looking at the pale yellow earth outside the car window, Jiang Shan realized: Why is the sky in Yanjing this color?

Huang Hua glanced at the sky: It's not completely bright yet.

It's bright, but it's not much better. There have been sandstorms in the past two days, a passenger on the seat took the initiative to reply: It will get cold after a while, and when the coal stove is turned on, we will no longer be able to see the Western Mountains.

“It’s still a nice snow day.”

On a rainy day, a foot in the mud!

…

Jiang Shan didn't care what they said. Anyway, his mood at this moment was more beautiful than the sunny day.

In the early morning of 1978, when I passed by the square, the portraits of the Four Beards had not yet been removed.

At this point, Jiang Shan actually saw an off-white Toyota Crown on the avenue of Yanjing.

This is currently the most imported car in the country.

In Pujiang for so long, I didn't see one in Jiangshan. I didn't expect to see one as soon as I arrived in Yanjing.

Then, a military green three-wheeled motorcycle drove past carrying three men in white uniforms.

A few minutes later, another one came, chugging, and compared with the small carts piled with cabbage on the side of the road, it was extremely powerful.

Winter is coming soon, the man in the carriage said, looking at the cabbage.

Because they arrived early, Jiang Shan and his party went to the guest house to put down their luggage and had a full breakfast before rushing to their destination, Yanjing TV Station.

When Jiang Shan and Huang Hua were sitting upright in a small conference room of Yanjing TV Station.

Director Gu and the comrades from the Propaganda Section have been gone for a long time.

Xiao Jiang, Huang Hua finally couldn't help but ask, Why do you think it took them so long to go to Gutai?

How did I know? Jiang Shan wanted to ask him: I guess he was watching the sample of the public service announcement.

Just that one-minute sample? I should have finished watching it a long time ago. Huang Hua felt that it was not that simple: I guess the selection meeting is in progress.

Selection meeting?

After hearing this, Jiang Shan suddenly wanted to know the contents of the other two public service advertisements: I don't know what the other two advertisements are like.

For a while, the two of them chatted about each other.

Through the open door of the conference room, it is easy to see the staff of Yanjing TV station walking around.

Here, both gay men and lesbians dress more formally than at Pujiang TV Station.

The positive mental outlook is exactly the same.

Mr. Jiangshan heard that there was a long queue outside the Silian Hairdressing Shop in Yanjing every day.

But here, I didn’t see a lesbian with permed hair.

This place looks much busier than Gutai, Huang Hua looked out the door and said, It's only what time it is, and Yanjing TV doesn't have many more programs than Pujiang.

This is the heart of the motherland, and it is not something we can compare with.

Jiang Shang didn't say it, but he knew it in his heart.

This time point should be the busiest time for Yanjing TV Station.

In addition to following the organization closely, a large photography team was sent abroad to visit Japan.

Recently, Yanjing TV has also established its own translation and production team.

The Nan/Si/La/Fu TV series Behind Enemy Lines translated by them will become the first dubbed TV series broadcast by Yangshi.

However, Jiang Shan was more interested in these two things.

Instead, a filming preparation team has been established for Silk Road.

This awesome film crew not only captured the entire Silk Road, but also dug up an ancient Loulan corpse along the way.