1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 222 Rude guy!
Old man Ba ​​Jin also drank Moutai. This thing is not considered a financial product at this time, but Old Ba missed it very much after drinking it.

At that time, he went to Guizhou, and Jian Xian'ai, who wrote "Morning Fog", invited him to visit Huaxi and drink Maotai liquor.

"The transportation in Guizhou was very inconvenient at that time. The rich made sedan chairs, and the poor carried them. People were very poor, but the wine was very delicious."

"when?"

"46."

"Oh, it was not long after we defeated the Japanese invaders."

Wan Fang and Wu Qing clinked their glasses and glimpsed Jiang Xian struggling to write on the small table. They rolled their eyes and stuck out their tongues, "Look at him, so hypocritical."

Wu Qing didn't say anything. Li Xiaolin moved closer to Jiang Xian, also holding a glass of wine, and handed him a few cigarettes.

"Your share, international flights will give away five packs of Chunghwa cigarettes per person."

Jiang Xian accepted it without hesitation. Not only were Zhonghua cigarettes given away as gifts on international flights, but one could also smoke them on the plane.

"What are you writing?" Li Xiaolin asked.

"A new novel," he replied blandly.

Li Xiaolin rubbed his eyes.

"Are you writing a new novel?"

"I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I haven't had the time to do it these days. I'll take this opportunity to write it down."

"Great." Li Xiaolin was excited. "We have harvested this manuscript."

"Slow down, slow down"

Jiang Xian is helpless. Li Xiaolin no longer even asks him what he has written. He just asks him to write a manuscript as long as he has one. Does he trust his level so much?
"Sister Xiaolin, People's Literature has already made an appointment with me for this manuscript in advance," he explained helplessly.

"You haven't even started writing yet, and People's Literature has already made an appointment with you?" Li Xiaolin was shocked, and then indignant. "Their people are too careless. Is this how they always make appointments for manuscripts?"

Jiang Xian rolled his eyes and said, "Didn't you do that too?"

He ignored Li Xiaolin's regretful scratching and continued to seize the time to write the manuscript "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood".

[Yi Le saw the bright lights of Shengli Hotel. He asked Xu Sanguan cautiously: "Dad, are you going to take me to eat noodles?"

Xu Sanguan stopped cursing and suddenly said gently, "Yes."
Many people may not believe it, but the writer Yu Hua is very good at writing about love. You will know this if you have read his "The Seventh Day".

On this basis, Yu Hua is also very good at writing about family, and very good at writing about a warm family.

This may not be easy to understand.

Just make a comparison. Think about those heavyweight parents in so many online novels that make people furious, and those magical articles about having their fathers get sterilized after they are reborn, and you will probably understand what it means to write about family.

Yu Hua is good at writing a family that people can't help but like.

No one in this family is perfect, but people would feel sad if anyone is missing, as can be seen from Fugui's family in "To Live".

There is also a family in "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" that makes people unable to help but like it, even though no one in this family is perfect. Xu Sanguan's wife married him reluctantly and made him a cuckold. Xu Sanguan also cheated and committed domestic violence. Yi Le is not Xu Sanguan's biological son.

But when Jiang Xian was copying, he still couldn't help but like everyone in this family.

The flight to Japan was very fast, but at noon, the delegation had an airplane meal. The stewardess came up with a trolley and asked: Do you want sea cucumber with scallions or fish maw? We also had braised shrimp and Beijing roast duck.

This is also because of the launch of flights between China and the United States, which has led to changes in airline meals.

In the past, airplane meals were terrible, almost like those in a cafeteria, and were often complained about by passengers.

Even Mr. Deng had an opinion: "You take a bite of bread, drop two bites, and the bread crumbs fall off? It's outrageous!"
The Americans naturally shook their heads and suggested that China should prepare meals in Japan.

Deng Xiaoping was convinced that this was absolutely impossible. How could Chinese airlines provide meals in Japan? He insisted that meals must be provided in Beijing.

As I said: It concerns the national system!

This is why there is such a huge change.

The plane soon arrived at the island country, where Japanese writer Yasushi Inoue received them and shook hands with Ba Jin.

The Reception Affairs Bureau tried to keep a low profile. The delegation stood in front of the camera and was photographed by several "neutral" and "pro-American conservative" media outlets, including the Asahi Shimbun, the Mainichi Shimbun, and the Yomiuri Shimbun.

The Japanese political forum is extremely chaotic, with many factions, including doves advocating friendly exchanges and right-wingers who are very hostile.

The doves have the upper hand at the moment because there is a third force, the "pro-American conservatives." These people naturally follow the lead of their American daddy. If their daddy says that China and the United States are friendly, they wag their tails and send out friendly signals.

Under the arrangement of the Reception Affairs Bureau, the delegation stayed in a hotel called New Otani Hotel. All rooms were double rooms. Jiang Xian and translator Chen Xiru stayed in one room.

"I don't snore when I sleep at night." Jiang Xian said with a smile.

Chen Xiru was stunned for a moment, then immediately smiled back, "I'll just hit you for a little bit. If you find it too noisy, you can wake me up."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries and packed their luggage before Chen Xiru asked, "Comrade Jiang Xian, have you ever been abroad before?"

"before?"

Jiang Xian shook his head, "No, this is the first time."

"First time?" Chen Xiru was quite surprised. "I don't think you are very surprised."

"Maybe it's because I'm naturally slow."

Jiang Xian knew what Chen Xiru wanted to say. For the people of this era, the tall buildings and the hustle and bustle of the streets were as incredible as an alien planet.

He stood at the balcony and glanced out the window. "What's so good about it? It looks majestic, but it's just a pigeon coop."

"A pigeon cage?"

“Isn’t living in these buildings like being locked in a pigeon cage?”

"." Chen Xiru quickly understood what he meant and couldn't help laughing. "You writers have really rich imaginations."

Something bad soon happened to the delegation: Cao Yu's suitcase disappeared.

Everyone was anxious. The suitcase was filled with Cao Yu's clothes, which was not a big deal. The paintings and calligraphy given as gifts were all in that suitcase, which could be regarded as a diplomatic incident.

Wan Fang, who had drunk so much that his face turned red on the plane, now turned pale with fright.

Because she was in charge of Mr. Cao Yu's suitcase.

"I, I didn't know this would happen."

"Oh, you better think about it quickly." Wu Qing said in a hurry.

Wan Fang felt as if her brain was squeezed by the door. She drank too much on the plane, and the aftereffects were coming on, and her brain was completely blank.

"How about asking the Reception Affairs Bureau to help ask the airport?" she asked tentatively.

"How can we ask the Reception Affairs Bureau to help?"

Jiang Xian frowned, "This is our negligence. If the other party's reception affairs bureau knew about it, can we afford to lose face? Can we afford to lose face for the country?"

When Wan Fang heard this, he lowered his head in shame.

Although Jiang Xian was talking about us, everyone knew that the negligence in this matter was due to her.

Thinking back to the time when she was on the plane just now, she had laughed at Jiang Xian for pretending to be serious by not drinking. Now her face hurt.

On the other side, Jiang Xian’s words were immediately recognized by the delegation.

Li Yuru is Wan Fang's stepmother, so it's not convenient for her to stand up, but she couldn't help but criticize Wan Fang at this moment, "Xiao Fangzi, how could you drink yourself into this state?"

"I" Wan Fang was speechless.

Others questioned her hurriedly.

"How long ago did it get lost?"

"Were you there before you boarded the plane?"

"Did you get it after you got off the plane?"

Wan Fang hesitated for a long time and finally gave only one message: I didn't see him after getting off the plane.

Seeing that the delegation was as anxious as ants on a hot pan, Jiang Xian stood up.

"Don't worry, Comrade Chen Xiru and I will go to the airport to ask first."

The delegation is composed of veteran national treasures, so it would be more appropriate to let a young man like him and an interpreter contact the airport for this matter.

Ba Lao nodded, and as the head of the group, approved him and Chen Xiru to act alone, and gave them 100,000 yen as activity funds.

Taxis in Japan are very expensive. The starting price for a taxi on the streets of Tokyo is 10,000 yen.

He and Chen Xiru went to negotiate with the airport staff. The other party was quite enthusiastic at first, but when Jiang Xian handed over his business card, the other party's face suddenly changed and he picked up the pager calmly.

"She asked us to wait a moment," said Chen Xiru.

Jiang Xian was puzzled. After waiting for a while, a few Japanese soldiers in uniform who seemed to be in charge of security came over and surrounded them with a vigilant look on their faces.

"What does this mean?" Jiang Xian asked Chen Xiru.

Chen Xiru asked immediately, and then argued with the Japanese for a few words before translating for Jiang Xian: "They think there is a problem with our identities. Japanese also uses some Chinese. They think the 'staff' on our business cards is 'worker', and in Japanese 'worker' means spy or special agent."

Jiang Xian frowned, and the Japanese soldier said a few more words.

"They asked us to go to the safe room and cooperate with their investigation," said Chen Xiru.

"impossible!"

Jiang Xian was firm in his attitude, "We are visiting as representatives and will never accept any investigation."

"What should we do then?" Chen Xiru also looked helpless. He was at a loss for a moment and started negotiating with the other party again.

As he was speaking, a Japanese soldier pushed Jiang Xian from behind.

Jiang Xian's strength was not in vain. He was half a head taller than the Japanese soldier. He refused to give in and pushed him back, speaking the quintessence of Chinese culture.

"Fuck you, where are you pushing your horse?"

"Comrade Jiang Xian." Chen Xiru pulled him nervously, "This is ungraceful, this is ungraceful."

"It's okay. There's no need for grace at this time."

When someone slaps you in the face, what's the point of being polite? If someone slaps you in the face and you don't even give them a hand back, that's not politeness, that's weakness.

The other party muttered a few words, and Jiang Xian responded with a few words.

"What are you barking at?"

"Push me? What's the matter? Are you in a hurry to find a doctor for your father?"

He was quite confused by the scolding from the other side, who was just a security guard. He had no idea what he was saying and was looking around.

Chen Xiru was also stunned after hearing this. Writer Jiang is truly a man of temperament.

Jiang Xian didn't care about that. He was very angry and cursed for a while before he said to Chen Xiru leisurely, "Tell them to contact the Reception Affairs Bureau."

"Contact the Reception Affairs Bureau?"

Chen Xiru immediately reminded: "If you contact the Reception Affairs Bureau, then they will know about it."

"It doesn't count now. This time, our distinguished delegation members were treated extremely rudely. They should come and apologize to us in person." Jiang Xian said without blushing or beating his heart.

Chen Xiru was stunned after hearing this.

Who is being rude?
Someone pushed you, and you cursed their ancestors for eighteen generations, uh, maybe not that far back, anyway, you cursed their ancestors, and then said that you were treated rudely?
Jiang Xian still looked indignant, "Fuck, if it were in China, I would at least write two big-character posters for them and post them at the entrance of their unit, calling them a bunch of stinking bastards."

"Stop scolding, stop scolding." Chen Xiru was so sad that he wanted to cry but had no tears.

He was afraid that there would be more trouble, so he negotiated with the other party, and people from the Reception Affairs Bureau arrived soon.

The man was about forty years old, his name was Saionji Kazuaki, and he was the son of the famous Saionji Koichi.

This person has been serving in the Japan-China Friendship Association and is very interested in Chinese culture.

Seeing Jiang Xian and Chen Xiru being surrounded, he rushed forward and pushed the staff away angrily.

"Bagya Road!"

Jiang Xian didn’t understand what he said later, but he understood the first sentence, and his favorable impression of him increased instantly.

Chen Xiru and Comrade Xiyuanji explained the whole story. Comrade Xiyuanji immediately showed his dedication and bowed to Jiang Xian. The airport staff also quickly followed suit.

Jiang Xian took it openly, and after he was done he glared at the staff member who had just pushed him, and cursed in Beijing.

"Go back and see if your steamed bread is cooked?"

Comrade Chen Xiru couldn't help but take out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The Japanese translator looked confused. He could understand every word, and even a sentence, but what was the deeper meaning behind it?

Comrade Saionji didn't understand either, but seeing Jiang Xian's indifferent expression, he thought it must be something magnanimous.

This is what China is like, with a world-minded demeanor and bearing. The people of this country of etiquette are extremely polite.

"Although we were treated very unfairly, we are very grateful to Comrade Xiyuanji for coming as soon as possible." Jiang Xian negotiated with Xiyuanji and said, "One of our luggage is missing. We didn't want to trouble the comrades in the reception office. We didn't expect that the Japanese service would be so disappointing."

"sorry Sorry."

Comrade Saionji bowed several more times and said, "We will send someone to investigate your delegation's luggage immediately. Today's offense was our negligence. We will send you a message after the matter is investigated. Please return to the hotel and rest first."

After saying that, he ordered his men to send a car to take Jiang Xian and Chen Xiru back to the New Otani Hotel.

Big black Mercedes Benz.

Chen Xiru, with a hint of shock, got into the luxurious car with Jiang Xian.

What kind of thing is this? I gave the task to someone else, sat in their Mercedes Benz, and then got scolded by them.

He couldn't help but look at Jiang Xian who was standing beside him with a calm expression.

Good for you.

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