1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 286 Want to be Party A’s grandfather? Pah!

15 minute later.

Jiang Xian was lying on the bed, Zhu Lin nestled in his arms, her slender fingers constantly drawing circles on his chest, her clothes scattered all over the floor.

A little farewell is better than a wedding.

The last time they filmed in Shandong, Jiang Xian only had a brief visit to Zhu Lin’s residence.

This time when the husband and wife were reunited, it was naturally like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves and rain smashing banana leaves.

Zhu Lin tried to control herself at first, but when her passion reached a head, even she was surprised at her own boldness.

Jiang Xian touched her hair and told Zhu Lin everything that had happened around him recently.

The two were separated by distance and information was not well developed in those days. Although many things had been mentioned in letters and phone calls, they were not as detailed as if they were whispering to each other. Zhu Lin also enjoyed the feeling of listening and seldom interrupted. Her almond-shaped eyes swept across Jiang Xian's cheek from time to time.

"I didn't expect that you have such a great reputation in the army.

Let’s go watch “The Best Restaurant in the World” together later. I haven’t seen it yet.”

"When are you going back?"

".I'll leave in two days."

"so fast."

Hearing some regret in Jiang Xian's tone, Zhu Lin raised her body, and looked at Jiang Xian with tenderness in her eyes, "Or I won't shoot anymore."

"Why do you say that?"

"I feel sorry for you for always living apart like this. This is not the duty of a wife."

Jiang Xian covered her mouth and hugged her in his arms, "What nonsense are you talking about? Filming "Shaolin Temple" is a task assigned to you by the country. How can you back down from such an important matter?

Don't worry, when you're not around, my workdays are very fulfilling. We both work hard for our own revolutionary causes, and the time we've been apart passes by in a flash."

Zhu Lin frowned slightly and patted his chest with some resentment, "You always have a high level of awareness for some unknown reason."

"Of course."

Jiang Xian thought for a moment and said, "Hong Kong is different from our country. Movies are shot very quickly there. I estimate that this Shaolin Temple will be finished in no time.

Last month, CCTV held a special meeting on the filming of "Dream of Red Mansions" into a TV series, specifically studying the adaptation issue. Do you have any ideas?"

"A Dream of Red Mansions?"

After hearing this inside information, Zhu Lin was moved. "Are you saying that Dream of Red Mansions is going to be adapted into a TV series?"

"Dream of the Red Chamber" has a large number of readers and countless book fans. As a literary young woman, Zhu Lin naturally loves this literary classic very much.

"You have experience in filming TV dramas and costume dramas. If the Red Mansion is approved, I think you can give it a try. I think there are many roles that are suitable for you."

"Which role?" Zhu Lin blinked her eyes and looked at him with curiosity.

"Let's talk about it later. There's no rush."

"You speak first!"

Jiang Xian was mysterious. Zhu Lin pretended to be angry and sat up and put on her bra. "If you don't tell me, I'll go to another room to sleep."

"You said it yourself, don't regret it."

When Zhu Lin heard this, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with shame and annoyance. She hugged Jiang Xian again and held him in her arms, "Will you tell me or not?"

"Then it depends on your performance."

"ah."

Another round of intimacy.

After finishing, Zhu Lin wiped the traces off her body. Her fair skin was now blushing, as beautiful as a blooming hibiscus.

Thinking back to her own debauchery just now, Zhu Lin felt so embarrassed that her face was about to bleed.

This was also due to the fact that she lived in her own home with better sound insulation. If she lived in a dormitory provided by the company, the whole company would probably discuss what happened between her and Jiang Xian the next day.

It’s not easy to find an ideal place to have sex these days, otherwise when filming “Raise the Red Lantern”, Zhang Yimou wouldn’t have been able to catch Gong Li and Huang Hexiang in bed so easily.

In the play, Xiao Jinbao and Mr. Song are secretly having an affair, and Mr. Tang has to play dumb for the sake of his grand plan.

Outside the play, Gong Li and Huang Hexiang were in a passionate love affair, while Zhang Yimou endured being a cuckold for the sake of the movie.

It can be said that there is a high degree of unity between the play and reality.

Jiang Xian and Zhu Lin talked about "A Dream of Red Mansions" all night.

“I’ll get you a copy of Dream of the Red Chamber later. You can take it with you to the filming set and flip through it when you have nothing to do. Study it in advance, experience it carefully, and get familiar with it.

"For a classic like Dream of the Red Chamber, being able to play a role in this TV series, as long as you perform well, will be remembered forever, which is better than playing a hundred roles."

"What if I mess up?"

"Broken? Just relax and study. If it's broken, that's the director's concern."

"."

Zhu Lin looked at him strangely, but finally nodded trustingly. Jiang Xian held her in his arms, kissed her smooth and tender lips gently, and finally turned off the lights.

"Go to sleep."

The next day, the couple went out for breakfast together.

Wang Zengqi said it well: "The gods of the five flavors are in the capital." The gods in charge of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty are all here.

The two of them went to the "Tofu Nao Bai" restaurant in Menkuang Hutong outside Qianmen and ordered two bowls of tofu pudding. Jiang Xian also asked for two freshly baked horseshoe-shaped biscuits.

Freshly out of the oven, half-fermented, with sesame seeds on both sides, two thin layers of skin, and plump.

Jiang Xian knew how to eat it. He cut the pancake in half, picked up a piece of the hot and crispy "fruit" with chopsticks, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wow, this tastes so good.

That's an authentic thing!
After dinner, the two of them enjoyed their rare leisure time and strolled back home.

As soon as he got home, Jiang Xian received a phone call. It was from Pan Haiqing, the production director of the Maotai Distillery who had come to Beijing to find him.

He thought about it and realized that no one would come to visit for no reason. The call from Maotai Distillery was probably about the novel "Grandma's Bridge".

Jiang Xian had previously promised Maotai Distillery that he would put a few lines of advertising for their novel "The Wreath" in the novel after "The Wreath".

He actually did this, and was not afraid that Moutai Distillery would come after him like the old turtle in Tongtian River, so he accepted the task openly.

"Comrade Pan Haiqing, I have spoken highly of Moutai in the latest novel I published. Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfaction is satisfaction."

Pan Haiqing said anxiously, "But Mr. Jiang, there seems to be something wrong with what you wrote for us."

He has read the novel "Grandma's Bridge". Not only him, but many leaders of Maotai Distillery have also read it.

The novel was indeed well-written and Pan Haiqing read it with great fascination. Although he was a rough man, he was still attracted by Jiang Xian's extremely delicate words and thought they were particularly beautiful.

Of course, what he was most concerned about was the content about their Moutai liquor in the novel.

Jiang Xian did specifically mention Moutai in "Grandma's Bridge", advertised their Moutai, and even talked about the glorious event that their Moutai won the gold medal at the Panama World Exposition.

But the problem lies in the Panama World Congress Gold Award. Maotai Distillery has always claimed that its own wine has won the gold medal at the Panama World Exhibition, and there is also a story of "becoming famous with a fall".
——The packaging of Moutai's wine at the exhibition was rustic and was not well received by the judges. In order to win glory for the country, the Moutai staff came up with a plan and deliberately smashed the wine jars. The aroma of the wine immediately attracted the judges and won the gold medal. Hence the story of "throwing the wine bottle in anger to boost the country's prestige and winning the gold medal with the aroma that shocked everyone" came into being.

Jiang Xian wrote the story of "Moutai becoming famous after being dropped" into the novel, a classic story that boosted the country's prestige, made the Chinese people feel proud, and applauded.

Maotai Distillery was quite satisfied with this.

But when they saw Jiang Xian's comments on the Panama World Exposition, they were unhappy.

Notes are very common in novels. They are a kind of text used to explain, illustrate or provide hints.

When reading a book, you will often see a circle drawn at the end, and then an explanation of the words before the circle at the end of the article. This is a note, which is very common in articles.

In order to prevent readers from being confused, Jiang Xian specially added a note to the Panama World Exposition in the novel, introducing the World Exposition and the awards presented at the Exposition.

He said in it that the highest award of the Panama World Exposition was the Grand Medal of First Class, and at that time China won three grand medals: one was Shanxi Fenjiu, one was Zhili Liquor, and one was Henan Liquor.

Further down, there are the second-class honorary medal, the third-class gold medal, and the fourth-class silver medal.
Savor it carefully.

This gold award from Maotai Distillery sounds like a gold medal, like a first-place honor, but in fact it is only a third-class award.

After reading Jiang Xian's detailed explanation in the notes, Moutai Distillery became anxious.

We have been relying on this gold award as a gimmick. With your explanation, wouldn't the quality of our gold award drop a few points?
Pan Haiqing hoped that Jiang Xian could make some more changes, preferably deleting the note and just saying that their Moutai liquor won the gold medal.

Jiang Xian was naturally unhappy.

He said in a bad tone: "Comrade Pan Haiqing, I have kept my promise and praised Moutai in the novel. This is an advertisement that doesn't cost a penny.

I agreed to do this in the hope of undoing the damage caused to Moutai Distillery by "The Wreath", and also to thank Moutai Distillery for sending Moutai liquor to the frontline fighters.

But this doesn't mean that I, Jiang Xian, must listen to what you, the Moutai Distillery, say. Does it mean that every word of the article I write must be approved by you, the Moutai Distillery, before it can be published?"

After saying that, he hung up without hesitation.

He was already being polite enough, without saying "Who do you think you are?"

The meaning is also obvious:
I can't change even a single word of the content of my novel.

I agreed to advertise for you before and I was keeping my promise. Do you, Moutai Distillery, still want to take advantage of the situation and act like the client's grandfather?

no way!

After hearing what Jiang Xian said, Pan Haiqing knew that it was hopeless to ask him to revise the article, so he had no choice but to report the matter to his superiors.

"Shameless! Shameless!"

The leadership team was so angry that they smashed cups, but they couldn't do anything about Jiang Xian.

"How about I go to Beijing again?" Pan Haiqing asked tentatively.

"No need."

The leader sighed, "Although this incident has an impact, it is not as big as 'Maotai is mad at you'. What's more..."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but the quick-witted Pan Haiqing guessed his leader's concerns.

They are the Moutai Distillery, but because of a writer named Jiang Xian, they were so angry that they jumped up and down three times.

If this matter gets out, Moutai liquor will be completely disgraced.

Zhu Lin and Jiang Xian went to see a drama performance of "The World's Number One Restaurant" together.

It has been almost two months since the first performance of "The World's No. 1 Restaurant", and the atmosphere is still quite strong, with the attendance rate remaining the same.

The actors came on stage, singing and humming.

After the curtain fell, the audience gave the actors thunderous applause like crazy.

Zhu Lin glanced at Jiang Xian and said, "Not bad."

"The premiere was even more shocking," said Jiang Xian.

"Which round is it now?"

"do not know."

Jiang Xian said calmly, "But I heard from Director Xia Chun that the number of performances of this play will soon exceed 100."

Jiang Xian is very confident in the script of "The World's Number One Restaurant".

After all, in another time and space, this play has been performed more than 30 times in more than 500 years, making it the play with the most performances after "Tea House", and the script has not been changed in more than years, which can be called an enduring legend of Beijing People's Art Theatre.

In addition, various selection activities are being carried out at the end of the year.

In terms of drama, "The World's Number One Restaurant" is undoubtedly the most anticipated.

After watching the play "The World's No. 1 Restaurant", not only the screenwriters of Beijing People's Art Theatre, but also the screenwriters of other domestic theater troupes were speechless with astonishment at its wonderful plot which was permeated with the spirit of traditional Chinese culture.

That day, Jiang Xian had just gone to the station to see Zhu Lin off when Zhang Shouren came to his door.

He informed him with a delighted look on his face that the first "Literature Award" organized by "October" magazine had awarded the Special Honor Award in the script category to "The World's No. 1 Restaurant".

"congratulations!"

"Thank you." Jiang Xian looked calm and composed.

"Why don't you look happy?" Zhang Shouren said in surprise.

Ge You, who hung out with Jiang Xian all day, heard everything and slapped his thigh.

"What's there to be happy about? Brother Jiang doesn't need your 'October Literature Award' to prove its value. It's your 'October Literature Award' that needs Brother Jiang."

"Cough cough."

Jiang Xian interrupted Ge You with a cough.

The "October Literature Award" founded by "October" is certainly not as bad as Ge You said. It is also a well-recognized literary award in the literary world.

“That’s just my personality.”

He smiled and explained, "Don't get me wrong, Lao Zhang. I am very happy to receive this award from October."

Zhang Shouren was helpless, "You don't have to say nice things to me. This is the first October Literature Award and it's hosted by October Magazine. I understand that a great writer like you might not think highly of it.

But I have something else to tell you, and I guess you haven’t heard about it yet.”

Hearing Zhang Shouren say this, Jiang Xian suddenly became curious.

"What's the matter? Tell me, Lao Zhang."

Zhang Shouren looked at him with a smile:
"In this year's selection of model workers and advanced collectives in Beijing, the title of 'model collective' was awarded to the crew of 'The World's No. 1 Restaurant'.

The title of 'Model Worker' of Beijing City is awarded to you, the author of "The Best Restaurant in the World."

"What's the matter?"

Ge Youji on the side took a breath of cold air exaggeratedly.

"Brother Jiang has become a model worker?"

"Niu Dafa!"

(End of this chapter)