1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 151 Election

The novel writing class held this time is the first time to organize writer training and study after "Buzz Buzz Buzz".

It has been 22 years since the last literary workshop of this nature, the fourth one.

Jiang Xian and his friends had the opportunity to come here, and it was Li Ji who suggested: we should organize the classes while preparing, and start with a short-term training course on novel writing.

Therefore, we established this temporary novel writing class, but until now we have not considered restoring this short-term novel writing training class into a formal literary institute.

"I support Comrade Jiang Xian's proposal." Chen Huangmei was the first to express his opinion. "Since this literature workshop has overcome all difficulties and is being run in an orderly manner, why call it a novel writing class? It would be better to restore it to a literature workshop."

Feng Mu nodded. "I believe Comrade Ding Ling will not object. After so many years, she must be looking forward to seeing this scene. Changing it into a literature workshop can also motivate students to study. I agree with this proposal."

"It is indeed a good proposal. I think it can be supported." Cao Yu smiled and glanced at Jiang Xian.

Sha Ting laughed heartily, "Hahaha, young people are just brave."

"Comrades, listen to me first."

As a cadre of the Institute of Literature and Art and a leader of the Writers Association, Xu Gang had to adopt a relatively cautious attitude. "We can only temporarily put this issue aside today. The matter of the Institute of Literature and Art still needs to be discussed at a meeting of the Writers Association. So Comrade Jiang Xian, we cannot give you a clear answer today."

"I fully understand." Jiang Xian nodded sincerely.

Even so, as soon as he sat back in his seat, he immediately won the praise of the other students.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, if our novel writing class can really change its name, you should be credited with the first prize!" Kong Jiesheng squeezed his head over, his face full of excitement.

Jia Dashan also admired his courage, "You are very courageous to make such a proposal on such an occasion!"

Even Tan Xuhong, the resident teacher on the left, turned her head and praised: "It's a good idea to change the literary lectures into a literature workshop."

What Jiang Xian said was not only the voice of many students, but also the voice of many of their on-campus teachers.

There are two tasks in literary lectures. One is to train and educate young writers, and the other is to study literary theory. Theoretical research is the task of these resident teachers.

The tea party continued. Jiang Xian sat in his seat, stuffing a small biscuit into his mouth from time to time. It had a rich bean flavor and was not too sweet.

After getting to know each other better, he found that the literary forum was not as bad as he had imagined, and it was definitely full of talented people.

Not only are Jiang Zilon and Jia Dashan famous writers, there are also popular writers like Ye Xin. CCTV broadcasts "Wasted Years", an adaptation of his novel, on TV every day, and the theme song of this TV series is playing all over the streets.

In terms of popularity, he is much higher than Jiang Xian.

There are also writers such as Ye Wenling and Chen Shixu who have also won national awards for outstanding novels.

He looked around and felt that danger was lurking on all sides.

You think too simply of your classmates. Not everyone is a newbie like Wang Anyi. There are many students who should not be underestimated.

At the end of the tea party, Chen Qingquan took over the conversation: "Comrades, there is one more thing.

Please elect the class leaders for the creative class. Since there are not many of us, we can just elect a branch secretary and a class leader."

The branch secretary had to be chosen from among the party members. There were only a few party members in total. After some deliberation, the students finally selected two candidates, Jia Dashan and Jiang Zilong, and voted on the blackboard to run for the election.

Jiang Xian walked onto the stage and firmly added a stroke of paint under Jia Dashan.

When he sat back in his seat, the silent Jia Dashan smiled and said slowly: "If you were a comrade from our county, you would know that I can't be a good secretary."

It is said that Feng Jicai and Jia Dashan, one is a quick-witted talent from Tianjin, and the other is a slow-witted talent from Hebei. Feng Jicai likes to talk a lot and he never stops talking, his words are eloquent. Jia Dashan is silent for a long time, but once he speaks, his words are always classics.

Jiang Xian waved his hand indifferently, "No, Comrade Dashan, you are more calm, let's make progress together."

The person who was finally selected was the relatively active Jiang Zilon, who expressed his gratitude with a smile.

The class monitor was elected immediately, with the students nominating candidates.

First, Zhang Lin from Qiqihar was nominated.

He was a train conductor and had been doing this for more than ten years. He was serious, stood straight, and with his hands behind his back, he looked as if he was patrolling the train, looking very majestic.

"I think Comrade Jiang Xian can also do the job!" Kong Jiesheng took the lead, and his words immediately attracted the support of a large group of students.

"I'm still young. How can I take on such an important responsibility?" Jiang Xian politely declined.

After saying this, he picked up his enamel teacup again and took a sip of water with a calm face, his demeanor still as calm and composed.

"It's not up to you. We are voting democratically, and you are the people's choice." Qu Xiaowei said with a smile: "What's more, based on your performance just now, you deserve to be the candidate!"

"Yes."

The students all agreed.

After the agreement was reached, Li Qingquan wrote Jiang Xian's name as a candidate and started a democratic election with Zhang Lin.

No need to debate!

The votes were still written on the blackboard. Jia Dashan went up and scratched a vote for him. Kong Jiesheng went up and scratched a vote for him. Jiang Zilong went up and struggled for a moment before scratching a vote for him.
Zhang Kengkeng voted for Tie Ning at the same time, and he drew two votes, so there was one vote for the left and one vote for the right.

Jiang Xian was certain that his vote was cast for Tie Ning, and the bad vote was cast for Zhang Lin.

Okay, okay, he made a note of it.

Wang Anyi was the last one to go up shyly.

If she had to say it, it had to be her eldest niece. Without any hesitation, she added another stroke to the character "正" under her name.

At this glance, Jiang Xian’s four complete “正” characters below indicate that he won the election with an absolute advantage.

Li Qingquan smiled and said, "Congratulations to Comrade Jiang Xian for being elected as the leader of the creative class with 20 votes. Work hard and don't let everyone down!"

Jiang Xian scratched his head and stood up helplessly.

"Thanks to the trust of the comrades, I will do my best to serve as a class leader during these months of study. I hope that the comrades can create excellent works for the people during the intensive course study."

Hua Hua Hua.

There was warm applause in the cafeteria.

The older generations were also eating melon seeds and peeling peanuts, watching the fun.

"This kid looks like an official." Chen Huangmei grabbed a biscuit from the plate.

"I even said hello to Zhang Lin in advance." Xu Gang smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect the final result would be like this."

"It means this kid is very popular among the people." Sha Ting laughed.

Cao Yu listened to their conversation quietly and turned his head to look at the young man again.

He looked around again and said, "Comrades, I have another idea.

I would like to nominate Comrade Zhang Lin to serve as deputy monitor!"

Zhang Lin serves as deputy monitor?
Almost no one had any objection to Jiang Xian's idea, and it was immediately approved.

Under the chairmanship of Li Qingquan, Zhang Lin was elected as deputy monitor.

Jiang Xian finally felt relieved and sat back in his seat.

He is happy to be an official, but he absolutely cannot be a commander without any troops.

He is the only squad leader, he will probably be exhausted to death.

How can there be no second-in-command under the top leader?
The top leader makes decisions and the second-in-command does the work.

Everyone has a bright future.

(End of this chapter)