1979 Golden Age

Capital city.

Zheng Yuanjie has been in high spirits recently.

In the past, he wanted to increase his royalties, but the editor refused, so he started "Fairy Tale King" in a rage. He was the only author in the entire magazine, and the royalties were 15%. The price was 0.3 yuan, and he could get 0.45 cents for each copy sold.

The sales of "Fairy Tale King" soon exceeded 1 million copies, and he could get 45,000 yuan per issue, making hundreds of thousands a year. Otherwise, how could he buy ten houses?

Now, Liang Xiaosheng paid him a very high fee for his articles, and he really had no intention of being disloyal.

However, according to Chen Qi's instructions, Liang Xiaosheng still talked to him and decided to publish a separate version of "Qitan·Fairy Tales". Zheng Yuanjie was fully responsible for collecting manuscripts. He could write it himself or ask other writers to write it, and he would get 15% of the profit no matter what.

Naturally, I am grateful for your kindness and I burst into tears.

Several issues have been published so far, and sales are steadily increasing.

He was called to the company early in the morning. He thought Liang Xiaosheng was busy, but Gong Xue was waiting for him. She handed him a letter and said, "This is what Teacher Chen asked me to pass on to you. There is a task inside. Take a look."

"Teacher Chen?"

Zheng Yuanjie was stunned, and quickly opened it and read it through. "Let me write dozens of short stories with pandas as the protagonists. It should be suitable for all ages, and it should be made into an animated film to be exported overseas, and European and American audiences should also like it."

"Teacher Chen's tasks are becoming more and more advanced. Do I still have to ensure the spiritual needs of the European and American people?"

"This is originally for foreigners to watch! Please write it carefully and give specific opinions in the letter. I will also give you some American cartoons for your reference in a while."

"Oh I know, give me the power He-Man!"

Zheng Yuanjie made a pose, but Gong Xue didn't bother to pay attention. She just said, "Unlike He-Man, we want to make a family-friendly animation. You can study it first."

After she finished speaking, she hurried upstairs.

Zheng Yuanjie looked at her from behind and said sarcastically, "The prince is ill? Your Majesty, why is she so anxious?"

"My queen wants... Ugh! You have led me astray."

Liang Xiaosheng spat and said, "Teacher Gong is going abroad and will be leaving soon. He even assigned you a task before he left. This shows how important you are."

"Wow! This is obviously a spur-of-the-moment idea, right? Look at this letter, Teacher Chen wrote it carelessly and didn't even sign it. It's obvious how little he values ​​me."

“Babao hot sauce!”

Gong Xue checked the luggage repeatedly. Pregnancy makes people stupid for three years. Her brain was a little slow. She took out and stuffed things back one by one. She held a bottle and said:

"This is what my mother made. It has shrimp, peanuts, pork leg, duck gizzard slices, bamboo shoots... It's delicious! If you can't get used to the food when you're abroad, you can rely on these to survive!"

"Uh-huh!"

Li Jianqun rode on his only suitcase, not urging her, and patiently agreed with her. Gong Xue's mother couldn't stand it anymore and urged her, "Hurry up! If you dawdle, everyone will be waiting for you."

"I'm a little nervous, aren't I? I haven't been out for a long time. Hey? Should I bring some dried radish?"

“Alright, alright!”

Her mother slammed the box shut, lifted it up, and said in shock, "Are you moving? Isn't this overweight?"

"Then give me some, I don't have much."

Li Jianqun opened his suitcase, which contained a few neatly arranged clothes and necessities, but nothing else. Gong Xue took a look and said in surprise, "Oh my! You bought it in the U.S.? Our subsidies are very small."

"I plan to go to the streets to paint in my spare time, design clothes for them, and make ancient styles. I heard that street art is very popular in the United States. I want to see if Chinese art is popular?"

"Look at them!"

The mother pointed at Gong Xue and for the first time she felt envious of other people's children.

After finally packing the luggage, it was time to say goodbye. Gong Xue held Zhuangzhuang tightly, reluctant to part. Zhuangzhuang, who was over one year old, also cried loudly. The mother was decisive, hugged the child and told them to leave.

Otherwise it will never end.

Zhang Yi and his four companions were already waiting downstairs, and some of them were reluctant to see him off because they were going to be gone for four months and would not be back during the Chinese New Year.

We got on a van and flew from Beijing to Shanghai.

This route is actually from Beijing to San Francisco, but it has a stopover in Shanghai.

…………

No conversation along the way.

After a long journey, they finally arrived in Los Angeles. In addition to the six of them, there was also an interpreter and an official escort, a total of eight people.

The Colombians came to receive us and two houses were arranged for us.

Gong Xue, Li Jianqun and the translator lived together. After she came out, she was no longer stupid. She packed her clothes calmly, looked at Los Angeles outside the window, and sighed, "The air has become better."

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"Jianqun, let's go buy some groceries and make a delicious meal tonight."

"Buying groceries?"

"Of course! We rent a house here, buy groceries and cook, take the subway, go shopping, drink coffee... We live in Los Angeles. Do you think it's like school? We are free at ordinary times. I will take you to have a good look around."

Gong Xue finished speaking excitedly, but found that Li Jianqun was a little confused and nervous.

She was a little surprised. Was Jianqun also not immune to the shock of arriving in the United States? What about Zhang Yimou and the other four? No wonder. From San Francisco to Los Angeles, the journey was enough for them to feel shocked, disappointed, and yearning.

Gong Xue thought about it for a moment and decided that this issue needed to be taken seriously.

Everyone is going to live in the United States for a while, and it is not good to always look up to others. The official staff of these eight people were just accompanying them and acting as a liaison. The real leader was Gong Xue.

"We must strengthen ideological construction!"

She had an idea, so she took Li Jianqun to buy groceries and cooked a sumptuous dinner.

Zhang Yi and his companions were indeed listless. It was unclear whether they were tired, suffering from jet lag, or were stuck in some mental vortex and couldn't extricate themselves.

After eating and drinking for a while, Gong Xue suddenly knocked on the cup. She had only seen Chen Qi do this before, and she felt very comfortable knocking on the cup herself. Seeing everyone's eyes on her, she smiled and said, "Tomorrow we will visit the film and television base in Columbia, and the day after tomorrow we will start formal study."

"We take care of your food, clothing, housing and transportation. Don't worry. America is not some monster or paradise. You will understand after living here for a while. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

"You four have an additional mission. Film this experience into a documentary to record our daily lives and thoughts."

"Teacher Chen is still thinking about us all even though he is far away in Hong Kong. Before he left, he specially sent me a letter and asked me to read it..."

Gong Xue stood up, took out a piece of letter paper, and read it in a serious manner: "I am deeply sorry that I cannot see you off, but when you return after completing your studies, I will definitely welcome you back.

I have said that everyone is here to learn technology and concepts, rather than to learn a lot of Western ideas.

There is a huge gap between the United States and China, and between Hollywood and Chinese-language films. Some people may get lost in the extravagance of Los Angeles, while others may feel inferior and ashamed, stop making progress, and just try to please others.

I hope that you can recognize your shortcomings but not belittle yourselves or become timid, but muster the courage to catch up with the gaps and strive to make good films for ourselves, good Chinese films, and good films for the Chinese people!

Your visit reminds me of Liu Changchun's solo participation in the Los Angeles Olympics 54 years ago. The newspaper at that time wrote a message, which I think is very good and I would like to share it with you:

'We Chinese warriors are here alone to fight this battle. We have crossed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. Our country is in a difficult situation right now. I hope you will bravely move forward. I hope that the younger generations will be free from such suffering in the future! '

“…”

After the recitation, there was a brief silence, and then everyone suddenly clapped.

The applause was sparse, but it lasted for quite a while.

If someone else said this, it would be empty talk, but Chen Qi set an example by carrying a pack of explosives and rushing out alone. What kind of leader, what kind of team, under his influence, these people were more or less touched.

Zhang Yi pursed his lips and ate in silence.

Seeing this, Gong Xue secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She would do some ideological construction on her own and wait for Chen Qi to come to the United States to do it again, and that would be enough.

(Not today...)