1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 257 Thunderous Means
Wang Xin's grades are not ideal.

That morning, he came to the entrance of Shanghai Library as usual, wearing a two-piece shirt, carrying a canvas schoolbag, and wearing Shanghai's most popular 765 leather shoes.

The entrance was crowded with students waiting in line for the library to open. They were holding pamphlets in their hands and reading as they waited in line.

Wang Xin sighed.

Once upon a time, he was one of them. He would queue here before dawn every day, waiting to grab a seat by the window in the reading room as soon as the door opened.

pity.

A novel ruined his college dream.

Wang Xin felt it was very unfair. After the exam, he discussed with others and found out that several of his classmates had actually read the novel "Brown Lychees" on the Chinese test paper!

This made him feel very uncomfortable.

In the past six months, he got up at four o'clock every day to reserve a seat at the library entrance, and he had many quarrels with others in order to get a seat by the window.

I study very hard, from early morning to eleven o'clock at night before going home.

He can't sleep at night! Don't ask why he can't sleep, the answer is that he sleeps too long during the day.

A few days ago, when the results were announced, he actually failed! Or rather, he didn't even qualify for the official college entrance examination.

Upon asking around, I found out that all the classmates who lived in the same lane had qualified for the next exam.

He gets up early and goes to bed late every day to reserve a seat, while that boy doesn't even take up a seat and just reads at home.

Why is this the result?
Wang Xin's mentality suddenly became unbalanced.

He dreams of going to college.

It is really difficult to go to college these days, as “thousands of people are trying to squeeze into a single wooden bridge”.

Take the class of 1980 for example, the total number of applicants reached 333 million. After careful selection, only more than 28 college students were admitted, accounting for 8.4% of the total number of applicants.

Roughly speaking, on average, only one out of eleven candidates can go to college.

Wang Xin got Jiang Xian's mailing address from a friend. He heard that they were all writing letters to the author Jiang Xian, so he asked for the address.

At first, I just wanted to write about the depression in my heart.

Later, he decided to go all out. Feeling indignant and thinking that no one would pursue the matter, he wrote a threatening letter and sent it to Jiang Xian.

He felt pretty good after it was done.

When he thought about the author's reaction after reading his letter and how scared he would be, Wang Xin felt inexplicably relieved, and even his depression about not passing the exam was relieved a lot.

After hanging out on the streets for a while, Wang Xin went to the street office where his home was.

"Comrade."

The street office cadre looked up at him and asked, "You are an unemployed young man looking for a job?"

Who are the unemployed young people?

Wang Xin cursed in his heart, but he was very timid and just mumbled his agreement.

"Ah."

"Register first, and I'll let you know if there's a suitable position."

Wang Xin grabbed the pen and registered, feeling a little frustrated.

He had a good chance of getting into college, but he ended up being an unemployed young man.

What path should we take in the future?

When I got home, I shouted as usual.

"Mom, what are we having for lunch?"

As soon as he lifted the door curtain, he saw a few strangers in the house, wearing the "Type 72" summer police uniform with white on top and blue on the bottom.

Looking at his parents again, their faces were now filled with fear.

"Wang Xin, what nonsense did you write for others?" his father scolded.

"Are you Wang Xin?" One of the comrades looked at him.

"I, I am." Wang Xin swallowed and nodded tremblingly.

"Did you write this letter?" Another burly comrade slapped the letter in front of his face.

Looking at the familiar font, Wang Xin's legs felt a little weak.

He shook his head instinctively, "No, I haven't written a letter in the past few days."

The police officer smiled and asked, "How do you know this letter was written these days?"

"I, I guess."

Several comrades gathered around at once.

"You little bastard, we have compared the handwriting and we say it wasn't you who wrote it."

"No, it's not."

Wang Xin's mind went blank and he turned around and ran away.

A policeman chuckled, then rushed out and tripped Wang Xin. Wang Xin staggered and fell to the ground with a thud.

The other comrades also moved quickly.

The strongest one rode on his back and skillfully held his arm behind his buttocks.

"Still running? I tell you, running away is even worse."

Wang Xin screamed in pain, gritting his teeth. After hearing this, he looked at the policeman in front of him fiddling with a pair of shiny handcuffs.

He trembled all over and burst into tears out of fear.

Yes, I was so scared that I cried, and tears and snot flowed out together.

The comrades who came to handle the case were all disgusted.

"Blow your nose. You are such a jerk that you write threatening letters to others."

Wang Xin's mother came over to persuade him, "Comrade, comrade, please forgive my son. He knows he is wrong."

His father also quickly smoked, "Yes, yes, our Wang Xin knows he was wrong."

"You know you're wrong?"

The policeman blocked the cigarette offered to him and chuckled, "He didn't know he was wrong, he just knew he was scared."

Wang Xin's parents were speechless.

"Comrade, how will you deal with my son?" Wang Xin's mother asked anxiously.

The police officer didn't look at her. "After the investigation is complete, we will punish you accordingly. It's not convenient to tell you now."

The arrests are lenient at the moment, but the punishments are severe.

This kind of thing would result in a few days of detention in later times, but nowadays it would most likely result in a direct sentence.

That's pretty good.

A few years later, Wang Xin would be shot in five minutes for this serious crime of provoking trouble.

Ever since "Brown Lychees" appeared on the college entrance examination papers, Jiang Xian has had to deal with interviews from all sides in addition to letters from readers.

The visitor that day was a reporter from China Education Daily, the only national daily newspaper in the country that serves the entire education community.

The registration form was written by Comrade Xiaoping himself.

The reporter's surname was Zhuang. Jiang Xian first answered a few of her more routine questions, and then "inadvertently" asked:

"The content of the students' letters is varied. Many students regard me as a 'mentor' who knows the secrets of life and ask me for advice: 'How should people live?' It really makes me laugh and cry.

Many students also said that they did not get into college and felt that their lives were bleak. They wanted me to write to them one by one to enlighten them, but there were so many letters, how could I possibly enlighten them all? "

Reporter Zhuang suddenly had an idea, "Comrade Jiang Xian, why don't you give a unified response to the students in our newspaper?"

Seeing that reporter Zhuang was very good at handling things, Jiang Xian stopped talking.

"A few days ago, I read Comrade Wang Weiguo's novel "Life", and I recommended this novel to these students.

This novel talks about the dilemma, expectations and pursuits of every young person.

Many students regard going to college as a goal and shortcut to success.

But life is created by the working people, and only by becoming one of them can one make one's own labor have a certain value. History has told us with countless facts: without the land and the people, no one will succeed.

No matter how many difficulties, pains, or even misfortunes we have in life, we still have reason to be proud of the land and times we live in.

I personally believe that this world belongs to ordinary people. The world of ordinary people is of course an ordinary world, but it will always be a great world.”

The more reporter Zhuang listened, the brighter his eyes became, especially when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but clap his hands in approval.

Golden quote!
"Comrade Jiang Xian, you said it very well!"

Reporter Zhuang quickly recorded Jiang Xian's words and said excitedly: "The working people are the greatest people!"

On the other side, in the courtyard of the Chaoyang Branch Police Station.

The reporter from China Legal News was led into the northern room of the three-room building and took a photo of three students who were ordered to squat on the ground facing the wall.

"You see, these three students are so ignorant."

Bao Hanxin shook hands with the reporter from China Legal News.

"Comrade reporter, this matter must be reported to serve as a warning to others and put an end to this unhealthy trend."

China Legal News, the predecessor of Legal Daily, is one of the most important mainstream media.

"Police comrade, don't worry. Today's children are too ignorant and don't know the law. We at the Legal Daily report on democracy and legal construction. This is our responsibility."

Deal with a few and deter a group.

Bao Hanxin's thunderous measures were very effective.

Jiang Xian finally settled down and no longer received any noisy letters.

"Is this matter over?" Zhu Lin asked.

Jiang Xian smiled and said, "It's just a small matter, don't take it too seriously, I've already dealt with it."

You have to get used to this kind of thing, because it will happen to you in the future."

Zhu Lin was nervous for a moment, but basically calm.

"I know. I know."

She is a smart and sensible woman, otherwise she would not have been so stable for so many years without any bad things happening to her.

There was only one scandal. Some people speculated that she and Tang Monk Xu Shaohua fell in love during the filming, and the rumor was flying everywhere.

"I haven't been out for a few days. Let's go."

Zhu Lin looked at him and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Let's watch a movie together, 'Traffic', don't you want to watch it?"

"Traffic" was released a week ago.

Because of the threatening letter, Jiang Xian and Zhu Lin never had time to go.

In June, the nights get darker earlier.

Jiang Xian and Zhu Lin strolled to the old Capital Cinema, which was diagonally opposite the Telegraph Building.

The entrance to the cinema was lit, and a sign hanging at the ticket office had the day's movie information clearly written in chalk.

Moths fluttered under the lamp, and people were even more lively than the moths, crowded together shoulder to shoulder.

"Cut in your uncle's line, get out of here."

"Why don't you go to the back and die?"

"Comrade, give me a ticket for 'Traffic Flows'!"

Jiang Xian was shocked by the length of the queue. "Good! It's a good thing I got two tickets in advance."

Zhu Lin also nodded, "I haven't watched a movie in a long time. If I hadn't asked for a ticket, I wouldn't have been able to watch it today."

The tickets were obtained by a neighbor at No. 15 Tuohufang Road, Jiangxian, who asked a relative who worked in a cinema.

Nowadays, working in a movie theater is a very "prominent" job. Neighbors, relatives and friends can ask each other for help to "get" one or two movie tickets, which is a big favor.

Movie tickets are like two stamps, red and sometimes green.

Jiang Xian and Zhu Lin first went to the convenience store in the lobby to queue up to buy things. They selected two bottles of Beibingyang from the soda, ice cream, and candied haws, inserted the microphones, and then walked into the theater under the guidance of the guide.

The place was packed with people, many of whom were running back and forth looking for seats. Quite a few of them started quarreling over seats, and children were crying nearby, making the place a complete mess.

Jiang Xian and Zhu Lin found a place to sit down and chatted for a while, then the lights in the theater dimmed.

They both looked at the screen.

The picture on the screen jumped, first showing the words "Beijing Film Studio" and sculptures of workers, peasants and soldiers.

Everyone in the theater fell silent.

The picture shows a busy road with a lot of cars and horses. In the middle of the road, a troika loaded with fertilizer is moving upright without leaving or right. Cars want to overtake but cannot because of the narrow road.

The driver and passengers leaned their heads out of the windows and shouted at the horse-drawn cart.

"Step aside!"

"Pull over!"

"Quick!"

The shouting and the loud whistle were mixed together.

The horse carriage ignored him and drove the carriage slowly and leisurely, chewing the radish proudly.

A traffic policeman came over and lectured him: "Do you obey the traffic rules? Huh? Go!"

Ma Dache turned his head away with disdain, and whispered to the traffic policeman:
"Do you know the traffic rules?"

“This is called the main road!”

"The road is for our carriages."

The nonsense told by this logic genius made the audience burst into laughter.

After just a few lines of dialogue, the image of an old and lazy veteran has been established in their minds.

In front of the screen, Zhu Lin pursed her lips and nervously grasped the hem of Jiang Xian's clothes.

Jiang Xian noticed it, looked at her, and squeezed her hand comfortingly.

The next moment, on the screen, Zhu Lin, wearing sportswear, drove a three-wheeled motorcycle out of the traffic, rushing forward like a gust of wind, looking very cool.

"Wow."

The audience below exclaimed at the same time. They had never seen such a fashionable movie character before.

“This woman can also ride a motorcycle!”

"What's wrong? Can't we lesbians learn how to ride a motorcycle?"

"I mean, why is she so beautiful? She's definitely a cool girl!"

On the screen, Ma Dache played by Chen Qiang and Ai Jinghua played by Zhu Lin, a pair of happy enemies, exchanged lines with each other.

"Get out of the way."

"Neither male nor female, what a virtue!"

Ma Dachet waved his whip disapprovingly, and there was a crisp "crack" sound.

"drive!"

The gentle and cheerful music sounded, the foreplay of the opening ended, and four large gold-plated traditional Chinese characters appeared in the center of the screen - busy traffic.

A few seconds later, the camera turned and the screenwriter was: Jiang Xian. His name was ranked first and marked in purple!
The second one is the director: Wang Haowei, marked in white.

The screenwriter appears first, more important than the director. There are many movies of this era with such arrangements. The original "Cars and Drifters" also had such an arrangement, with screenwriter Zhao Danian appearing first, followed by director Lu Ren.

In front of the screen, the audience burst into laughter.

"Jiang Xian? Is that the writer Jiang Xian?"

"Oh, even this person is invited."

"You know him, too?"

"Not really. No wonder my neighbors say this movie is good. The things they make are always good."

(End of this chapter)