1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 100 A Script That Caters to His Own
The comrades in the Security Department were very angry with Jiang Xian, and they took it out on those bastards.

"Untie my shoelaces and belts!"

This was a common tactic. The three of them had no choice but to untie their shoelaces and belts. When they walked, they had to hold up their trousers and wear slippers, looking very embarrassed. They lined up like a row of prisoners to the security department, attracting the attention of many people in the Beijing Film Studio.

"Who are they?"

"That person seems to be a screenwriter."

"What is this crime?"

When I entered the Security Department, a group of employees followed me and crowded at the door.

The three of them glanced at Jiang Xian who was sitting on the chair. Jiang Xian was not afraid and glanced at the three of them one by one.

"What's that to you?" one of them said.

"Who told you to talk?" the security comrade said angrily, "Everyone squat down!"

The three of them squatted down reluctantly, facing the wall.

"On the night of the 3rd, you broke into someone's room without organization or discipline. Now the person involved is here. Let's see how this matter can be resolved."

The comrade from the Security Department looked at Jiang Xian, and his meaning was very clear, asking him to state the conditions first.

Jiang Xian raised three fingers and pointed one by one.

"First, write a public apology letter, second, be punished, and third, get out of the Beijing Film Studio."

"You want to be beaten, right?" Someone turned around.

"Who do you want to beat up?" The security comrade stood up suddenly and pretended to hit him, "Did I let you speak, you stinky Dexing!"

Jiang Xian remained calm and said, "That's all I have to say. This is a crime in itself."

"How can this be called a crime? Stop talking nonsense." Another person turned his head and said, "That's a guesthouse, not your home. You should have left long ago."

Legal awareness is very weak these days, and it was only after the severe crackdown in the past few years that people became obedient.

"What's going on here?" Factory Director Wang Yang came over with a frown on his face.

There was so much noise on the Security Department floor that it was crowded with employees who came to watch the fun.

The crowd made way for him and Wang Yang went in. The leader of the Security Department had already heard about the situation and came over. Seeing that Wang Yang had arrived, he gave him a brief explanation.

"These three people broke into the lock of a gay man's room and ate noodles in the room. Now both sides are discussing how to deal with this matter."

Wang Yang frowned. "Prying the lock? How could our comrades do such a wicked thing?"

All three of them stood up at once.

"Director Wang, that's a room in the guesthouse, not his home."

"He can't stay there anymore. We are also screenwriters, so we have the right to go in."

"He's not writing a script, so what is he doing living there?"

The head of the security department was immediately annoyed. "Who told you to talk? You can pry open the door of the guesthouse? I think I let you off too easily that day. You should be detained!"

Jiang Huaiyan, director of the Department of Literature, also rushed over. These were all soldiers under their command, and they were very disappointed with them.

"Leader, I have my own problems. I will review them."

Wang Yang waved his hands. "We can't keep people like this in Beijing Film Studio. If they continue like this, the atmosphere will be ruined. We have to deal with them as we see fit."

"Director Wang!" The three of them immediately became cowardly, not caring whether they would be beaten or not. They had to speak out quickly: "I have revised the script right away. There are only these few mistakes. You can't let me go, right?"

"Yes, the three of us are serious screenwriters. Is it necessary to drive us away for an idle person?"

"Ask him if he has ever written a script at the Beijing Film Studio?" Jiang Xian said in disapproval, "You are nothing. Who are you? Why do you care whether I wrote it or not?"

"Alright, be quiet." The security department leader stopped them and looked at Wang Yang inquiringly.

"Director Wang, what do you think?"

"I think we should handle it as it should be handled. There is nothing to discuss about this matter." Wang Yang concluded the matter with one sentence, "We don't want such people at Beijing Film Studio."

Jiang Xian was quite impressed by Wang Yang's quick and decisive move. There was a reason why Wang Yang was loved by the Beijing Film Studio.

The three of them felt like they had lost their parents and were so depressed that they wanted to vomit blood.

Every screenwriter has worked hard to write a script. When it is just about to be completed, is it okay if they are kicked out of the Beijing Film Studio because of such a small thing?
Jiang Huaiyan sighed, looked at Jiang Xian again, and said covetously: "I'm losing a lot today. I sent away three screenwriters in one go, and I'm missing three scripts. You quickly hand over Furong Town to me."

"There's no need to rush in Furong Town."

"Why not hurry?"

"What I mean is, I have a script here." Jiang Xian said lightly.

Jiang Huaiyan's eyes widened, "You also wrote a script?!"

"Brother Jiang, why don't you take it out?" Ge You, who had been watching for a while, said anxiously, "If you take it out, the three of them will definitely be very surprised."

"So what?" Jiang Xian patted his shoulder and said seriously:

"As a person, if you have already affirmed yourself, then you don't need others to judge you. If the power of judgment is in the hands of others, he can affirm you today and deny you tomorrow."

Ge You was confused by what he heard, but Wang Yang beside him nodded.

"Well said, the flags are visible at the foot of the mountain, the drums and horns are heard on the top of the mountain, the enemy is surrounding us with thousands of troops, but I remain unmoved!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and get the script for me!" Jiang Huaiyan couldn't wait, "Forget it, I'll go with you!"

"Furong Town" completely conquered Jiang Huaiyan. Jiang Xian said that he wrote a script, and he couldn't help but look forward to the level of the script.

"What type of script is this?" Jiang Huaiyan asked as they walked.

Jiang Xian pondered for a while, "It's a comedy, but also a reform film, it's entertaining and educational."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know 'Ma Ban', right?" Jiang Xian glanced at him.

"Ma Ban? I know."

The full name of "Ma Ban" is: Office for Prohibiting Horse-Drawn Carriages from Entering the City. Its function is very clear, which is to prohibit horse-drawn carriages from entering the city.

"The background of my story is that agriculture and industry are being fully modernized, the difference between rural and urban areas is becoming clear, and horse-drawn carriages are prohibited from entering cities, which leads to a humorous little story."

"Sure!" Jiang Huaiyan's eyes lit up. "These past few days, the higher-ups are trying to promote a modern urbanization policy that prohibits horse-drawn carriages from entering the city. Isn't your script a good way to please them?"

"Promoting the Four Modernizations is a national policy and a major national event. We, the literary and art workers, must always keep it in mind."

Jiang Xian's heart was beating like a pounding stone!
"Let me tell you in advance, this is a heroine's book."

The two chatted as they returned to Jiang Xian's room. He took out a stack of movie story summaries and a stack of movie scripts from his bag and handed them all to Jiang Huaiyan.

"Have you named this movie?"

"get up."

"What's it called?"

“It’s very busy.”

(End of this chapter)