1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 14 Medical School Compensation
The Arctic Ocean is the most popular at the moment.

For yellow soda in glass bottles, you need to pay an extra deposit.

There is no Coke, but it is currently flirting with the United States. Coca-Cola also took advantage of the flirting period and signed an agreement with COFCO this year, and is expected to return to the Chinese market next year.

In another dozen years, with the influx of investment and capital, "the two colas will overwhelm the seven domestic armies", and this old domestic soda will disappear from the sight of a generation along with other old sodas.

It took several more decades before it finally became popular again with great difficulty.

"How can you be a writer?" Zhu Lin sipped on the soda and looked at Jiang Xian.

"What's wrong?" The guy finished a bottle of soda and played with the microphone. "Don't I have the temperament of a writer?"

“No.” Zhu Lin waved her hand. “The writers are all old men wearing Mao suits, gold-rimmed glasses, and untidy beards.”

"You are talking nonsense. There are so many handsome writers. Let me give you some: Camus, who wrote 'absurd philosophy', Chekhov, who wrote 'The Chameleon', Kafka, who wrote 'The Metamorphosis'. Hemingway, Hu Shi, Mu Xin, they are all famous for their handsomeness."

Jiang Xian picked up a few stories that are now well-known.

In his impression, there are actually quite a few good-looking writers who have not yet become famous:
Su Tong, who wrote "Wives and Concubines", is so handsome that both Mo Yan and Yu Hua are jealous of him.

Keigo Higashino of Japan is not only a best-selling mystery novelist, but also a handsome man with a melancholy temperament.

Zhu Lin laughed as she listened.

When she smiled, there was something alluring in her almond-shaped eyes.

"I didn't say anything nonsense. I didn't say anything about you."

"Please feel your big conscience."

"I won't touch you. I'm hungry. I'm going to the cafeteria to eat. How about you?"

"I don't have your school's meal ticket, so I'll eat this." Jiang Xian took out an enamel rice bowl from his bag. On it was printed red words "The world is vast, there is much to do", and inside it were two steamed buns.

"You can't eat this." Zhu Lin grabbed his arm and said, "Let's go. You buy me a soda and I'll buy you a meal."

Well.

This is like eating free food!
Jiang Xian couldn't find any reason to refuse.

Girls in Beijing are always willing to spend money on boys.

At least this era.

Besides, there are so many writers who are gigolos: Balzac, Tchaikovsky, Rousseau, Hemingway, Liu Zhenyun, Wang Xiaobo
Counting forward, he is not the first, and counting backward, he is not the last.

Then eat with peace of mind.

As a researcher, Zhu Lin receives a monthly food allowance of 14.7 yuan and a hardship allowance of 4 yuan, as well as meal coupons worth 4.5 yuan and vegetable coupons worth 9.7 yuan.

Jiang Xian originally wanted to order a 5-cent vegetable base, but Zhu Lin directly ordered him a 2-cent portion of braised pork liver. The liver was bright red in color, tender and delicious, and the sauce was shiny.

"What a surprise! We're having meat." He lowered his head, his chopsticks flying.

"Jiang Xian?" A shout suddenly came from in front of the table.

Li Hongmin rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen it wrong.

After just a while of separation, Master Jiang came to eat surrounded by the thin and fat Yan?

"Hongmin, have you eaten?" Jiang Xian was eating his meal while chewing something in his mouth.

"I've eaten. I just came to ask you if your manuscript was approved."

"The manuscript."

Jiang Xian wiped the oil off his lips and smiled with a reserved look.

"It was a lucky escape."

It’s really over!
Li Hongmin immediately opened his mouth wide.

lucky?

That is "Beijing Literature and Art", an important literary base in Beijing and even in China.

How amazing it is to be able to pass the manuscript there!
Thinking back to when he had boasted that he would teach Jiang Xian how to write, his face couldn't help but get hot.

"Congratulations. Will the article be published directly in the next issue, or does it need to be revised?"

"There are still a few places that need to be revised." Jiang Xian still smiled reservedly.

"Seconded" writing is popular nowadays, that is, being temporarily "borrowed" from the original institution or unit to the editorial department for revision and writing.

According to the content of the notice in the "Beijing Literature and Art" letter——

He will be moving into the guest house soon!
at night.

Jiang Xian's family of four lay on the table.

Head against head.

I read the letter from "Beijing Literature and Art" over and over again.

Rao Yuemei felt like all this was a dream.

"Oh my god, your Jiang family has never produced a writer in the past three generations."

"Alright, alright." Jiang Guoqing suppressed his lips with difficulty, "Hurry up and pack your son's luggage."

"How long will this take?"

"It's hard to say, maybe a month or a year. Anyway, I'll stay there until I finish revising the manuscript."

"Give me money?"

"It was considered a secondment, and I was given 2 yuan a day as a subsidy for cadres on business trips." 2 yuan a day was not a small amount in those days. Li Lianjie recalled that when he was filming "Shaolin Temple", he only made 1 yuan a day.

"Two yuan a day?" Rao Yuemei couldn't close her mouth. "Food and accommodation are provided, and there are subsidies. If you have the basic salary of a fifth-level worker, you can earn three figures a month, right?"

"I haven't calculated my royalties yet."

The whole family smiled happily.

Such a spring breeze has not blown into this family for a long time.

"Let me think about it. I need to prepare some clam oil for you. We don't have new one at home, so I'll borrow some from my neighbor." Rao Yuemei made an excuse and left.

Jiang Xian also understands a lot.

Why should I apply clam oil in the hot summer?
It's clearly an excuse to show off to the neighbors.

His father is quite a show-off. He usually doesn't go out, but now he says he wants to go visit relatives.

Jiang Ke ran out to play.

Now, Jiang Xian is the only one left at home.

He was facing a large old Shanghai travel bag and was stuffing things into it one by one.

The voice of street cadre Wu Jianguo came from outside the door.

"Is Jiang Xian at home?"

"Is Jiang Xian at home?"

Wu Jianguo hastily opened the door curtain, sweat dripping down his forehead. "Jiang Xian, your mother told me that your manuscript has been accepted?"

"pass."

"Congratulations, congratulations."

Wu Jianguo wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Jiang Xian, I've heard about what happened at the Medical College. It was just a verbal dispute. The two comrades have also realized their mistakes. I think we should make a big deal out of a small matter. Besides, the Youth League Congress will be held soon. As a member of the capital, we should try not to cause trouble and consider the impact on the country."

"Yes, I didn't think it through, Uncle Wu. I realize my mistake."

"That's right." Wu Jianguo patted his shoulder, "I'm relieved that you think this way."

"Well, I'll go to Taiping Lake later."

"What are you doing at Taiping Lake?"

"I'll grab a stone and jump into the lake. I'll just sink."

Wu Jianguo's blood pressure rose.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Don't worry, I'll pick a night and I guarantee no one will know."

Fart you!

Your novel is about to be published!
The literary and artistic incident has just ended, and you, a writer, are causing such trouble again
The people of the whole country must know!

How will he explain to the society then?
"Jiang Xian, if you have any grievances, tell your uncle."

"I have no grievances. They are from the Medical College and I am just a nobody. What can I do if they bully me?"

"Don't be upset."

"I'm not upset. The world isn't worth it. I'm depressed."

"What's the matter with you?"

“I’m depressed.”

Jiang Xian rubbed his eyes, his eyes were empty and he felt like he had lost all desire to live. It looked like that was really the case.

"I will sink into the lake tonight. Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble to the country. I will write a letter to Beijing Literature and Art in advance and explain clearly that I, Jiang Xian, have 'cut myself off from the people.'"

"Little ancestor!" Wu Jianguo almost fainted. "Don't make trouble. Just give me a clear answer. How can we let this go? How can you not be depressed?"

"The Medical College has helped me with the staffing problem."

"What do you say?"

"The Medical College solved my staffing problem."

"Get lost!" Wu Jianguo started to curse.

Do you still have any shame, kid?

How did these words come out?

"Uncle, listen to me."

Jiang Xian's spirit returned in a limited time. "I will go to Beijing Literature and Art to revise the manuscript right away. I will be seconded there. They will provide my salary, labor insurance, and living benefits. The Medical College will provide me with a regular position. I don't have to pay a penny. I won't lose anything."

He spoke very clearly.

Wu Jianguo almost had a high blood pressure attack after hearing this.

He stood up and said, "I will communicate with the Medical College again."

After saying this, he left, fearing that he would suffer a cerebral thrombosis if he stayed at Jiang Xian's house any longer.

Those bastards from the Medical College.

How did I get into trouble with this ancestor?
(End of this chapter)