Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

Jiang Weimin and Zhao Jian, each holding a beautifully crafted comic book set, walked into Song Wenqing's office together.

The two brought two versions of comic book sets, one in traditional Chinese and the other in English. Each set exudes an exquisite and gorgeous atmosphere.

"President, this is the comic book box we carefully designed. Please take a look."

Jiang Weimin handed the suit in his hand to Song Wenqing and waited for his evaluation with anticipation.

Song Wenqing took the box and examined it carefully, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's really well done. The cover design of this box is very outstanding. It must be your work, Xiao Jiang!"

“The president has a good eye. Only by designing an attractive cover can we arouse people’s interest.

Moreover, this comic strip can not only be sold as a commodity, but also given as a gift to foreign businessmen attending the Canton Fair.”

"Give it as a gift to foreign businessmen?" Song Wenqing asked with some confusion.

“That’s right, as long as our comic strips can be widely circulated, they will definitely attract foreign businessmen who are interested in them.

In this way, we can meet more potential partners through the Canton Fair.”

When Zhao Jian heard this, he couldn't help but reveal a worried look: "Brother Jiang, how many sets should we give away?"

Jiang Weimin smiled and consoled him, "Brother Zhao, don't worry, we only need to give them to those foreign merchants who really have the intention of cooperation.

It is enough to send out 10 to 20 sets a day, but we must also be careful to identify the recipients and not blindly give away to foreign businessmen."

"Xiao Jiang, this is a good idea. You must go to the Canton Fair. You have a lot of ideas. Maybe you can help foreign merchants buy our comic strips!"

At this time, Song Wenqing was unsure whether he could earn foreign exchange.

“I will definitely go to the Canton Fair, as it also has a bearing on the future development of comic strips.

President, have you contacted the company to take us with you?"

"We've made the arrangements. Let's go there with Qingdao No. 3 Printing and Dyeing Factory. Qingdao's current printing and dyeing factories and breweries are major foreign exchange earners for our city.

The Qingdao Beer Factory alone earns more than 500 million US dollars a year, and several printing and dyeing factories in Qingdao earn 3-4 million US dollars a year.

The third printing and dyeing factory was established later and its export volume is lower, so they are the only ones who are willing to let us see it. The other companies are not so easy to talk to. "

Tsingtao Beer is one of the earliest Chinese brands to "go global". Tsingtao Beer began to be exported in large quantities to Singapore in 1948;

After the founding of New China, it was sold well in the Hong Kong and Macao markets as a "high-quality domestic product"; in the early 70s, it entered the developed markets of the United States and Western Europe.

"President, that's great. There is one more thing, which is the pricing of our comic books. You need to help investigate the prices of such books in various countries. Then we can set a reasonable price."

"This does need to be investigated. We certainly cannot set the price according to our current price. We do need a reasonable price. I will arrange it later." Song Wenqing nodded in agreement.

"Boss, I should go home after I finish this. I have fallen behind in my studies in the past few months.

I have already designed the plot for my next work and will start painting it soon.”

After hearing this, Song Wenqing quickly advised: "Xiao Jiang, you have a job now, and you have Master Gu as your painting teacher. Why do you still want to go back to take classes? You won't get your high school diploma anyway."

He, Song Wenqing, felt that Jiang Weimin should spend more time and energy on work and painting instead of continuing to go to school.

Jiang Weimin smiled and replied: "President, we must finish what we start. I have to put a perfect end to my school career."

Jiang Weimin knew that the college entrance examination would be resumed in the second half of next year. If he gave up his studies now, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Seeing that he was so persistent, Song Lixing stopped trying to persuade him and just reminded him, "Then you have to take a rest and don't tire yourself out.

But don't rush for your next work, just take your time.

Although our publishing house has increased its printing volume, it will take at least three or four months to complete the existing orders, and we still have one of your works and one of Tianshui Hua's works to print."

"It's okay. I'll just draw it first. When I'm done, Teacher Shan can adapt it into a storytelling book."

"Then you take care of it yourself! When will you be back? I'll ask the driver to take you."

“Thank you, Uncle Song, I will take care of some things tomorrow and leave the day after tomorrow.

When Teacher Shan finishes adapting the storytelling, please call me and I will come right over. I am especially looking forward to recording with Teacher Shan.”

"Okay, I'll let you know when the time comes." Song Wenqing smiled and nodded in agreement.

The next morning, Jiang Weimin got up early, packed his luggage, and set out on his journey home.

This time he traveled light, bringing only a simple luggage bag filled with clothes, instead of carrying large bags like last time.

Jiang Weimin did not tell his family in advance because he wanted to give them a surprise.

After a long journey, Jiang Weimin finally returned to Songshan Island. When he walked into the house, An Jie was busy in the kitchen.

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

"Stop shouting, I heard you, your dad is resting!"

"Mom, why didn't my dad go to work today? It's not his day off."

"Your dad fainted yesterday due to high blood pressure and is resting at home now!"

Hearing that it was a problem with high blood pressure, Jiang Weimin suddenly remembered the scene in the TV series where Jiang Defu had high blood pressure, and his heart tightened: "Mom, how is my dad now?"

"I'm fine, I just feel a little weak. A doctor will come to check my blood pressure in the next two days."

Jiang Weimin frowned, thought for a moment and then said, "Mom, I heard that eating celery and bitter melon is good for high blood pressure, but they are definitely not available in this season. I asked my dad to plant some this year."

An Jie nodded, thinking that what his son said made sense: "Really? Then I'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative in a few days to ask if there are any seeds."

Then Jiang Weimin stood up and walked towards the bedroom, gently pushed open the door, and glanced at Jiang Defu secretly.

Jiang Defu was seen lying on the bed, his face slightly pale, his eyes closed, still in deep sleep.

In the afternoon, after school, Jiang Yafei and Jiang Yaning were very happy to see Jiang Weimin coming back.

"Jiang Weimin, if you keep going like this, the first place in the class will be mine."

Jiang Yafei and Jiang Yaning both had very good results, either first or second. But Jiang Yafei, you are the one who got second the most.

"I'm busy right now, so I'll wait for you. But even if I don't study for three months, who knows who will win?"

"Jiang Weimin, you are so arrogant, just wait!"