1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 104: Manuscript Commission

Jiang Xian held the list in his hands and confirmed it twice.

"2000!"

Damn it, he is a man with a net worth of thousands after all, but he gets so excited about a mere two thousand dollars.

"You have seen the sincerity of our Beijing Film Studio. The price of 2000 is not low. We hope you can provide us with more excellent works in the future." Jiang Huaiyan said.

"That's no problem. I've also developed a relationship with the Beijing Film Studio."

"Oh, there's one more thing." Jiang Huaiyan suddenly spoke in a mysterious voice, "The director of 'Traffic Flows' has probably been decided."

"Really? Who is it?"

"You know "Look at This Family"."

"Wang Haowei!"

"Keep your voice down." Jiang Huaiyan covered his mouth and said, "I went to the factory director to get a note and saw him. It's probably this person. The crew also used the show "Look at This Family" and the actors should have been chosen from it."

"Oh, the information you revealed to me is very crucial."

After saying goodbye to Jiang Huaiyan, Jiang Xian turned around and ran to the finance department to collect his money, two thousand yuan, which was as thick as the 20,000 yuan in later generations.

Of course, not all of it is his. He has to give 30% to Zhang Jie.

"So much money!"

"I didn't expect that we would be given so much in this script."

"Brother, writing a script is better than writing a novel." Zhang Jie said with a smile.

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Later, Zhang Jie actually became a serious screenwriter at the Beijing Film Studio.

The notice came quickly, and it was Wang Haowei, the director of "Car and Duck".

Jiang Xian met with her and they talked about the script together.

It is quite easy to talk to Wang Haowei, and the two of them can communicate almost as equals. Jiang Xian also thinks that Wang Yang is a good choice as the director. "Look at This Family" directed by Wang Haowei is a family comedy, which can completely take on the role of "Traffic" which is a movie of the same theme.

Wang Haowei had a headache choosing the actor. He originally planned to choose one from Liu Xiaoqing, Fang Shu, and Zhang Jinling to play Ai Jinghua.

As a result, Fang Shu and Zhang Jinling were both unavailable, and Liu Xiaoqing felt that she was not very suitable for the role of Ai Jinghua.

Ai Jinghua's original actor was actually Zhao Jing, who was from the Shanghai Film Repertory Theatre and often played supporting roles to Jiang Lili and Zhang Yu.

"Director Zhang, I have a candidate, would you like to give it a try?" Jiang Xian suggested.

He has several actors, all of whom have their own ideas and want to interfere.

The preparation of a movie is still time-consuming. Even if the original team is used, there will still be changes in personnel.

December arrived in a hurry, and the red walls and black tiles of the capital were covered with a touch of snow.

Editorial department of "Beijing Literature and Art".

Wang Meng walked into the editorial office with a crunching sound on her snow, shook off the snow on her body, exhaled a breath of white air, and then took off her sheepskin hat.

"It's really cold today."

The mood of the Beijing literary and art circles has been complicated these days. All of the reasons come from Zhang Jie's article "Love, Cannot Be Forgotten". After it was published in "Beijing Literature and Art", it caused a sensation across the country and also aroused great controversy.

This novel deeply describes the pain of love without marriage and the misfortune of marriage without love.

In this era, this is simply outrageous.

"Liu Heng, what are you drawing?" Wang Meng strolled around and saw Liu Heng, a young editor in the editorial department, writing and drawing on the table.

"Teacher Wang, I'm drawing a route map from Lingnan to Chang'an."

"Why are you drawing this?" Wang Meng was a little surprised. The young people at this moment were all discussing how to march thousands of miles quickly and how to penetrate the enemy's rear.
"Teacher Wang, I read an article published in this issue of Harvest." Liu Heng pushed the latest issue of Harvest to Wang Meng, "Please take a look at this article, Browning Lychees. I think this novel is quite interesting."

Wang Meng took it and took a look.

"Brown Lychees", Jiang Xian.

"Jiang Xian again?" Wang Meng couldn't remember how many times someone had recommended Jiang Xian's novels to him since he came back from XJ.

"It's well written. His writing style is very novel. I have never read a novel like this before."

"Really? Let me see."

Wang Meng took this issue of "Harvest" from him.

The sixth issue, because "Harvest" is a bimonthly magazine.

Sitting down at the table and opening the page of "Brown Lychees", the first thing I saw was an illustration.

It was a map with the Yangtze River and the Han River, and was obviously from a previous dynasty. It also had some ancient place names marked on it, such as Chang'an, Shangzhou, Xiangzhou, Tanzhou, Jizhou, Qianzhou, and Zengcheng.
Well, the city name sounded pretty nice back then.

There were some connecting lines drawn in it. Wang Meng looked at it for a while but couldn't quite understand it.

I turned to reading the article instead.

Outside the window, snow is falling.

Wang Meng only felt that the blood in his body was hot at one moment, cold at another, but finally turned completely cold.

He sat in his seat, quietly savoring the thought for a long time. This article "Brown Lychees" is destined to be a niche one and may not cause much of a sensation, but it will definitely spark some discussion in the literary world and among history experts.

"I must ask Jiang Xian to write another manuscript for me."

He leaned back in thought and came up with a very ridiculous idea.

"It would be great if Jiang Xian's article could overshadow the public opinion caused by 'Love, Can't Be Forgotten'."

Liu Heng, who was sitting at the opposite table, scratched his head after hearing this.

"Not necessarily. The last part of Furong Town has been serialized this month."

Humanities Society.

Jiang Xian sat in Wang Fu's seat, reading letters from readers.

Many readers have reported that Furong Town is like the small town in their hometown, and they are very familiar with the main characters in it, including Hu Yuyin, Qin Shutian, Gu Yanshan, Li Mangeng, Wang Qiushe, Li Guoxiang, Dou Baoying, etc., as if they had been neighbors or neighbors.

Wang Fu poured Jiang Xian a cup of hot tea. "A comrade from Talent magazine asked me to tell you that his whole family read Furong Town and liked it very much. He said that the author had described his entire life in this work."

"How could that be?" Jiang Xian said politely.

As the two were chatting, a middle-aged man rushed in.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, Comrade Jiang Xian!"

A female editor following behind him tried to stop him, "Comrade, who are you? Please get out."

Jiang Xian hurried over and said, "Hello, comrade. I am Jiang Xian. What can I do for you?"

The middle-aged man looked at him excitedly.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, hello. My name is Wuzhitunastu, and I am a middle school teacher on the grasslands of Inner Mongolia."

As he spoke, this grown man couldn't hold back his tears and soon he broke down in sobs.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, I am the Qin Shutian you wrote about. I swept the streets for six years because of a manuscript for a historical novel."

He sobbed and talked like a wandering ghost.

The female editor who had been trying to stop him behind him, as well as many editors and staff in the office, were also infected by his emotion and moved by his sincere feelings. Their eyes became sore and red.

(End of this chapter)