Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

"Xiao Jiang, your suggestion is very good! There will be no loss even if it fails, but once it is accomplished..." Song Wenqing suddenly fell into the beautiful dream woven by Jiang Weimin.

Jiang Weimin looked at Song Wenqing's hopeful eyes, his lips curled up slightly, knowing that Song Wenqing had taken the bait.

He struck while the iron was hot and said, "Uncle Song, you must take Teacher Shan Tianfang over as soon as possible, because I have also told my master about this."

When Song Wenqing heard this, he immediately perked up: "Have you already told Master Gu about this?"

Jiang Weimin nodded. "Yes, my master wanted to promote the development of comic strips, and I gave him the idea, but I didn't tell him that storytelling could make money."

After hearing this, Song Wenqing felt nervous and felt that he had to act quickly and not let others get the upper hand.

So Song Wenqing quickly said: "Well, I'll contact you in a moment."

Song Wenqing then said, "By the way, Xiao Jiang, do you have another idea?"

Jiang Weimin smiled and said slowly: "Uncle Song, we can try to see if we can earn foreign exchange."

"Earn foreign exchange? How do you earn it?"

“We can reprint the existing comic strip in traditional Chinese and English.

Try to participate in the Canton Fair. If you can sell it, the price can be several times higher, and it’s foreign currency.”

Hearing this suggestion, Song Wenqing's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh excitedly and said, "What a good idea! Wei Min, these two ideas are very good."

Seeing Song Wenqing so excited, Wei Min smiled slightly, and then said: "Then Uncle Song, if you think it's okay, I will talk about my ideas."

"Xiao Jiang, if you have any other ideas, tell me!" Song Wenqing asked impatiently.

Wei Min took a deep breath and said seriously: "Uncle Song, let me first say that I am not doing this for your money, but for the development of the publishing house."

Song Wenqing nodded to show his understanding, and urged: "Well, I know, hurry up and tell me."

Wei Min continued: “If the work can be adapted into a storytelling book, I hope our publishing house will give the screenwriter another royalty.

This will attract more screenwriters and painters to submit their works to our publishing house. The more painters there are in our publishing house, the stronger our publishing house will be.”

After listening to it, Song Wenqing thought carefully for a moment, and finally said: "Okay, using this method to attract painters to our publishing house is indeed a win-win situation."

"Also, Uncle Song, if comic strips can really earn foreign exchange, I hope to pay the painters royalties again."

"As long as we can earn foreign exchange, rewards are a small matter." Song Wenqing nodded, showing his understanding and agreement.

He knows the importance of talent. Just like Jiang Weimin, he developed the entire publishing house by himself.

"Uncle Song, I'm going to leave first. I'm going to help Brother Tianshui review the drawings."

Jiang Weimin said this and turned to leave the office. His steps were brisk and he was in a good mood, as if he saw a bright future for comic strips.

After Jiang Weimin left, Song Wenqing immediately called his superiors and said, "Leader, I have a good idea for a publishing house to make money. It can bring in millions of dollars a year."

"Millions?" The voice on the other end of the line was obviously several degrees higher: "Such a huge return requires a lot of investment! Tell me first! I'll see if I can do it."

"No need to invest, I just need your help to second someone over here."

"Without any investment, just one person can get such huge benefits?" The leader was obviously a little unconvinced.

Then Song Wenqing reported to his superiors what Jiang Weimin had said about adapting the comic strip into storytelling.

"That's a good idea! Okay, I agree. I'll arrange to transfer the person over. But I remind you to show me the results as soon as possible!"

"Thank you, leader!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Wenqing was secretly happy, but if it was successfully implemented, it would be a considerable income for the publishing house.

The next morning, Jiang Weimin was taken back to Songshan Island by Qingdao Publishing House. When he arrived at the dock, he saw his family waiting for him: An Jie, Jiang Dehua, Jiang Yafei and Jiang Yaning.

"Mom, I'm back!" Jiang Weimin shouted excitedly.

Anjie touched his head and said, "I'm glad you're back."

At this moment, Jiang Yafei joked: "Editor Jiang is back!"

"Jiang Yafei, Editor Jiang bought a lot of delicious food and gifts from Shanghai and put them on the boat. You two should help me get them down."

Upon hearing that there would be delicious food and gifts, Jiang Yafei and Jiang Yaning immediately went to the boat to help carry the luggage.

Back home, they put their things in order and distributed gifts to everyone.

The family then gathered in the living room to admire the photos Jiang Weimin had taken, which were developed in Shanghai.

"Mom, Shanghai is such a prosperous city. It really is a big city!"

"After Jiang Yafei and I graduate from high school, how about I take you and Jiang Yafei there once?" Jiang Weimin suggested.

"Mom, is it okay?" Jiang Yaning looked at An Jie expectantly.

"No, that would be too much trouble for Master Weimin and his family. How about this! After Yafei and Weimin graduate from high school, I will take you to Qingdao for a tour."

Jiang Yafei and Jiang Yaning immediately showed disappointed expressions.

In a commune in Anshan City, Shan Tianfang was working hard when he suddenly heard someone shouting, "Shan Tianfang, the commune secretary wants to see you."

"The commune secretary wants to see me? Do you know what it is about?"

"I don't know. Go check it out! Maybe you will be vindicated."

Hearing this, Shan Tianfang was very excited. He quickly put down the work in his hands and walked quickly towards the village office.

When he met the commune secretary, the other party said to him enthusiastically: "Comrade Shan Tianfang, I have good news for you. Qingdao Publishing House wants to transfer you there to help them adapt the storytelling."

Shan Tianfang asked excitedly: "Leader, has my problem been solved? Have I been rehabilitated?"

The commune secretary smiled and replied: "It cannot be considered as rehabilitation at the moment, but your work has been reinstated. As long as you make achievements in your new position, I believe you will be rehabilitated soon."

The commune secretary handed Shan Tianfang an envelope and explained, "Inside this is the train ticket and some travel expenses that Qingdao Publishing House bought for you. When you get there, you must work hard and strive for early redress."

Shan Tianfang held the letter tightly with shaking hands, tears of excitement flashing in his eyes: "Thank you... Thank you leaders! I will definitely live up to the trust the organization has placed in me!"

"Okay, stop talking. Time is running out, go pack your things!"

Shan Tianfang took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then quickly walked back to the cowshed. He first wrote a letter to tell his family about his current situation and told them that he would write again after arriving in Qingdao.

Shan Tianfang carefully opened the shabby suitcase, which contained his only few pieces of clothing.

He stroked the clothes gently as if they were precious treasures.

Then he walked up to each of his old friends who were still suffering, shook hands with them one by one and said goodbye.

These people had accompanied him through difficult times, and at this moment his heart was filled with gratitude and reluctance.

Finally, Shan Tianfang packed his luggage and resolutely embarked on the journey to Qingdao.

As the train slowly drove out of the platform, Shan Tianfang's heart also began to fly.