1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 281 "Curve Movement"

After he said that, Jiang Xian really became interested.

Jiang Xian roughly recalled the literary progress in the West at that time. The Nobel Prize winner in 82 was "One Hundred Years of Solitude", so this novel might have become a best-seller in the UK by now.

I thought of many novels, but I didn't say them out loud. I just asked Feng Jicai, "What novel?"

Da Feng recalled what the translator said: "It seems to be called something like The Moon and Sixpence."

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Seeing that Jiang Xian didn't say anything, Feng Jicai explained to him: "The sixpence coin is a kind of coin used in the UK before.

This novel tells the story of a painter and is now quite popular among young people in the UK. I heard from a local Xinhua News Agency comrade that he saw young people reading this novel in many cities in the UK.

It is difficult to transmit information domestically and abroad.

It is difficult for most domestic writers to know the distribution status of their works abroad.

For example, Shen Congwen, several of his novels have been published in Japan, but he himself doesn't know much about these things.

In the 80s, he was invited to visit Japan. While strolling on the street, he unexpectedly found his own novel on the roadside. He was surprised by this, but not only did he buy several copies with his own money, he also wrote about it in a letter to his wife.

As for Jiang Xian, he only knew that Shi Songqing helped him submit the English manuscript of "The Moon and Sixpence" to the American "The New Yorker" and the British veteran literary magazine "Granta".

What he didn't know was that "The Moon and Sixpence" had already had such an influence in Britain. He only found out about it after hearing it from Da Feng.

Soon, news came from Japan.

Sato Jun'ya brought him a letter from Tokuma Shoten, in which the editor Nobuo Higashino briefly informed Jiang Xian about the sales of "Copper Coin Street" in Japan.

After the novel's single volume was released in Japan, it quickly attracted the attention of Japanese readers.

The pastoral idyll described in "Copper Coin Street" is exactly the beauty that the "corporate slaves" in Japan's high-pressure society yearn for infinitely.

The first print run of 1000 copies was quickly snapped up by Japanese readers.

In the letter, Tokuma Shoten wrote that it hoped to obtain Jiang Xian's consent to reprint the novel, that is, the second edition, and the royalties offered to Jiang Xian would still be 10%.

In Japan, 10% is the highest royalty rate. Only when the number of copies sold exceeds 50, according to the industry's unspoken rules, will the royalty rate for writers be increased to 15%.

Jiang Xian immediately wrote back and handed over the reprinting of the novel to Tokuma Shoten.

He was still a little dazed when he finished writing the letter.

His works have had an impact in so many places around the world?
When I think of this, I feel quite wonderful.

A few days later, Qian Jiawen, an editor from the Art Department of China National Radio, came to Jiang Xian's house and played the newly recorded radio drama "The Garland under the Mountain" for him.

They have already given a preview in the newspaper that the show will begin airing the week after next.

Jiang Xian listened to it once and his face instantly fell.

"My mother had fainted from crying and could not accompany Aunt Liang and her family to the train station. The soldiers helped me, who was staggering, into the jeep.

Gone! Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren who came from Yimeng Mountain are gone just like that!

Ah, this is our people, our God"

Jiang Xian pressed the stop button on the recorder, and the spinning cassette stopped. He frowned and looked at Qian Jiawen.

"Comrade Jiawen, is this what you are going to broadcast next week?"

Qian Jiawen nodded, "The post-production work has been completed, and the next step is to wait for the review to pass."

"Let me ask you a question. Who did you ask to record this tape?" Jiang Xian said.

Qian Jiawen was stunned for a moment and told him that it was performed by a drama actor in Beijing.

Jiang Xian's tone turned unfriendly, "It seems that you, China National Radio, still don't pay enough attention to my film "The Wreath under the Mountain"."

"What are you talking about? Of course we take it seriously. This is a task that our superiors are paying special attention to."

"Really take it seriously?"

Jiang Xian sneered, "It's not like my novel has never been made into a radio drama. The acting level of this actor is so low that he can't even pronounce the words clearly. Is this the only level of actor you can hire?"

Faced with Jiang Xian's questioning, Qian Jiawen was speechless.

Jiang Xian said bluntly, "If this is the quality, I strongly disagree with you broadcasting my drama "The Wreath under the Mountain". I am afraid that after listening to this kind of radio drama, readers will point their fingers at me, Jiang Xian, and curse me, saying that I have received so much benefit from you."

"This this."

Qian Jiawen sighed, "Comrade Jiang Xian, this is a mistake on our part, please don't be angry yet."

"I don't want to be angry?"

Jiang Xian snorted coldly, "Comrade Jiawen, I want to ask you, how did you invite this drama actor? Is he related to any of your editors? I want you to tell me honestly, yes or no."

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Faced with Jiang Xian's questioning, Qian Jiawen's expression gradually froze.

He really knew about this. The actor who participated in the show was originally a minor actor in the Central Experimental Theater. His uncle specially found him to perform in the recording of "Wreath".
In the adult world, hesitation is the best answer.

Jiang Xian understood everything instantly just by looking at Qian Jiawen's reaction.

"damn it."

He took a puff of his cigarette and chuckled, "You came to me through the back door!"

Qian Jiawen grinned, his face full of embarrassment, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Jiang Xian said calmly: "Comrade Jiawen, you have also read my novel "The Wreath under the Mountain". You know that what I hate most in this novel is finding connections.

But now this kind of thing actually happened.

Isn't that ironic?!
In my novel, I wrote about Thunder God scolding Zhao Mengsheng. Could it be that all the scolding went into the dog's stomach?

The readers of this radio drama are not without ears or without understanding of art. You can't even satisfy me with your work. Do you think the audience can't hear it? With the quality of your work, I don't think it needs to be broadcasted. "

Qian Jiawen was anxious.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, don't be angry yet. I will handle this matter. Don't worry, I will give you a satisfactory explanation."

"I don't need you to give me an explanation. I will go to you in person and ask your leader for an explanation later." Jiang Xian's face was cold.

He is not the type to settle matters peacefully.

Since these people dared to mess with him, he had to teach them a lesson.

Qian Jiawen had come into contact with writers before. When he first met Jiang Xian, he felt that he was a very easy-going and well-educated young man, just like most writers.

But at this moment, his impression of Jiang Xian was refreshed.

This guy is simply a person who cannot tolerate even the slightest loss.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, please believe me."

Qian Jiawen stood up and took a deep breath. "I will report this matter truthfully. The Wreath Under the Mountain is a project that the higher-ups are focusing on. We will definitely make the most appropriate decision on this matter. Please give us some time to handle it."

Seeing that Qian Jiawen had already made a promise, Jiang Xian stopped cursing.
"Comrade Jiawen, please don't be surprised. I gave you the adaptation rights of "The Wreath" with confidence because I trusted your abilities and believed that you could do a good job."

"But what about now? Now such a thing has happened." "If you can't find a good drama actor, I won't be so angry, but can you really not find one? With your ability, there are so many broadcasters and drama actors in the country, how could they refuse to broadcast my novel?"

"I was too easy to talk to and agreed too readily, so you think I'm getting a great deal."

The more Jiang Xian spoke, the more obvious the veins on his face became. At the end, he even waved his arms angrily and questioned at the top of his voice.

"Isn't this bullying an honest person!!!"

Jiang Xian threw one set of tricks after another at him, and Qian Jiawen broke out in a cold sweat.

The matter of the radio drama must be handled properly, as the number of readers of the novel "The Garland under the Mountain" is too large.

If this matter gets out.

How many readers would be angry about that?
I'm afraid that the readers could drown these editors with just a spit from each of them.

Just thinking about that scene, Qian Jiawen couldn't help but shiver.

"Don't worry, Comrade Jiang Xian, we will definitely give you an explanation for this matter." He assured Jiang Xian.

"Is your talk of any use?"

"A gentleman's word is as good as a whip for a swift horse."

"Then I'll wait for your news. As for the current drama, it must not be broadcast."

"do not worry."

After returning to the station, Qian Jiawen immediately recorded the whole incident, including the entire production process of the "Wreath" radio drama, as well as Comrade Jiang Xian's criticisms, and submitted them.

Now it is no longer the most important thing whether "The Garland under the Mountain" can be broadcast on time next week.

The most important thing is to avoid causing dissatisfaction among listeners due to the poor production quality of radio dramas.

Lu Yuesheng walked into the office carrying a briefcase.

After putting down his briefcase, he first made himself a pot of tea.

This tea was given to him by his nephew's family.

It was a helpless matter to talk about. His nephew was an unemployed young man. Relying on the relationship with his old comrade-in-arms, he managed to transfer his nephew to the Experimental Theater with great difficulty.

He doesn't have enough ability, and being able to play one or two minor roles is already considered as being taken care of by the troupe. But this guy is still thinking about becoming a formal actor.

In desperation, Lu Yuesheng came up with a trick of "indirect adjustment".

The radio drama "The Garland under the Mountain" was just about to be produced and broadcasted at the station.

Lu Yuesheng thought that given the quality of "The Wreath under the Mountain" and its popularity among readers, if his nephew were to perform the show, it would definitely be a great achievement after it was broadcast.

What's more, the station is already looking for suitable actors and actresses as it doesn't want to let outsiders take away the money.

Just like that, Lu Yuesheng brought his nephew over.

The novel has a total of 12 sections, 12 and a half hours long. A normal drama actor records one section a day, which is 30 minutes.

His nephew took two or three days to record a segment, which made quite a few comrades in the station dissatisfied. But for his sake of face, they didn't say anything more.

Lu Yuesheng was also afraid that this matter would become a big deal and it would be embarrassing if it got out.

Fortunately, after spending so much time, the entire drama "The Garland under the Mountain" was finally completed.

He took two sips of tea and then someone notified him that the station director was calling him over.

Lu Yuesheng quickly stood up and pushed open the door of the director's office, and found that senior party officials and the director of the Literature and Art Department were all sitting inside, with serious expressions on their faces.

"Director, Secretary, and Director." Lu Yuesheng greeted them one by one.

The director was not polite and asked directly:
"Comrade Lu Yuesheng, may I ask you where did you invite the actors and actresses for the radio play "The Wreath under the Mountain"?"

Lu Yuesheng was stunned for a moment, and quickly replied, "He is a drama actor from the Central Experimental Theater."

“Why do some gay people say that the actor is your relative?”

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Lu Yuesheng's head felt like it was exploding.

The director was a little old man. Seeing Lu Yuesheng remained silent, he understood what was going on.

He walked up to Lu Yuesheng angrily, raised his arm and pointed at his nose, then turned around and slammed the table in hatred for him.

"Some of our comrades do not think about how to do their work well every day, but only think about themselves. Even for a project like "Wreath" that has received much attention from superiors, they have no selfless spirit in their hearts, but are full of zb-ism and selfish thoughts."

The old man was very blunt.

Lu Yuesheng's face quickly turned red. How could he not know that these words were directed at him? Every word was like a slap in the face.

The secretary had to be calmer. He first calmed the director down, and then looked at Lu Yuesheng with lightning eyes.

"We have learned about the situation, and some comrades have also reported it to their superiors."

"secretary."

"Don't talk yet. You don't know how much impact you've had on the radio station."

The secretary snorted coldly, "'The Wreath' is a radio drama that the higher-ups are paying attention to. It was originally scheduled to be broadcast the week after next, and we even put out an advertisement for it.

But at this critical juncture, the author of "The Wreath" requested to cancel the broadcast due to quality issues of the radio drama!
Is Comrade Jiang Xian trying to make things difficult for our station?

Not really.

The director and I have both listened to this drama, and you can also listen to it yourself to see what the drama is like.

outrageous!
We are a prestigious radio station, can't we even hire a good presenter?"

The two of them took turns criticizing him, and Lu Yuesheng's head almost shrank into his neck with shame.

He immediately stated, "I, I made a mistake."

"That's right, you're making a big mistake!"

The old man put his hands on his waist, furious, "Because of your evil intentions, you have made us lose face!"

The other colleagues sat quietly and watched this scene, all knowing that it was not convenient to come forward at this time.

The novel "The Wreath" is too sensitive.

Regarding the issue of personnel transfer, although the director and secretary could not easily touch Lu Yuesheng, the matter had already been reported to the higher authorities.

The superiors are quite concerned.

It’s not just because “The Garland” has a large number of readers, but also because it is a novel about southern Xinjiang.

Even the comrade who delivered books to the soldiers was paying attention to the broadcast of their radio drama.

If Lu Yuesheng dared to make a mistake in this matter, he would be looking for shit with a lantern in the toilet.

(End of this chapter)