1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 307 Imperial Pavilion

"Jiang Xian, since you are here today, take a look at the revised manuscript first." Wang Fu said.

Cui Daoyi wanted to publish the novel Red Sorghum as soon as possible, so he obtained Jiang Xian's consent and made some simple revisions for him.

Wang Fu brought a chair to Jiang Xian.

Jiang Xian quickly read the revised manuscript and only corrected some typos and incorrect sentences.

What attracted his attention even more were the three review comments on the manuscript, which were filled in during the first, second, and third reviews.

Wang Fu: "Free imagination, unrestrained language, and strange and novel feelings."

Cui Daoyi: "There is a thick fog as soon as I start writing. This is Jiang Xian's new understanding of the concept and method of war literature creation after "The Wreath"."

Guang Weiran: "The novel highlights the rise of the people's anti-Japanese forces, and the characters in the work show strong national integrity and national spirit."

Jiang Xian felt relieved.

It can be said that the three editors of "People's Literature" all gave very high praise to "Red Sorghum".

"Teacher Wang, I think there is no problem with the manuscript, you can publish it with this version."

After talking with Wang Fu about the manuscript and the symposium, Jiang Xian left No. 2 Shatan North Street.

He pedaled his bicycle and headed towards the Xinhua News Agency compound in Xicheng.

The Xinhua News Agency compound is also called the Huangtingzi compound. It is the working area of ​​the Xinhua News Agency in the western suburbs, and also the living area. Many family members of Xinhua News Agency also live in this area.

It is connected to the Jingxi Hotel in the north, faces the Air Force compound across a small road in the west, is adjacent to the Nonferrous Metals Design Institute in the east, and is connected to the Yangfangdian Production Team in the south.

There was a mail room at the door. He registered with the person and explained his purpose. After a while, a man came out. It was Wu Kelu whom he had met before.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, you're here!"

"Comrade Wu Kelu."

After saying hello, Wu Kelu took Jiang Xian to the Huangtingzi courtyard.

Jiang Xian’s first impression after entering was that the yard was really big.

There are about a dozen four- or five-story Soviet-style buildings with different appearances and colors. They form several independent courtyards and outline a neat and elegant courtyard.

The terrain is uneven, with the east side low and the west side high. Like a siheyuan, it is divided into a front yard and a back yard.

There were trees and flowers in the courtyard. After entering the backyard, Jiang Xian saw several Red Flag cars parked in the garage.

In addition, the curved and straight cement paths lead the way to each courtyard, connecting with the staggered steps and undulating terrain, appearing to be a whole, natural and harmonious.

"What a great unit." Jiang Xian couldn't help but admire.

The only downside is the location.

This area of ​​the western suburbs is still relatively desolate at this time, with rural areas all nearby. Apart from the two eye-catching buildings, the Military Museum and the Jingxi Hotel, there are also various government agencies and military compounds surrounded by walls. The rest are only low and squat bungalows scattered in the vast wheat fields.

Along the way, Wu Kelu introduced to Jiang Xian the family canteen, bathhouse, clinic, kindergarten, youth home and other supporting facilities. The facilities were quite complete.

"You live here too?" Jiang Xian asked.

Wu Kelu hummed, "The dormitory assigned by the unit."

"That's good. It's close to work."

Jiang Xian thought of Wang Zengqi's wife, Shi Songqing, and said, "I also know someone from Xinhua News Agency, but her dormitory is in Muxidi."

"They should be comrades from the branch. There are dormitories in Muxidi, but there is no other way. There are too many people. We have to work and live in this yard alone, so it is definitely not enough for them to live there." Wu Kelu said.

Jiang Xian nodded.

Housing was a big problem even in the 80s.

But when he thought that he had already taken over two courtyards, he felt warm and at ease.

He followed Wu Kelu to a C-shaped building. There were white glass-covered door lights hanging on the left and right of the entrance, which looked elegant and grand.

"This is Comrade Jiang Xian! I think everyone should be familiar with him." Wu Kelu solemnly introduced Jiang Xian's identity to his colleagues in the office.

Many people's eyes immediately turned to Jiang Xian. Jiang Xian himself was a little uncomfortable with this kind of attention and greeted them angrily.

"Have you got the manuscript of 'Long Live Understanding'?"

Wu Kelu poured him a glass of water.

"Bring it."

Jiang Xian took out a manuscript from his bag, which was the report "Long Live Understanding".

Ren Weidong had previously promised him that Xinhua News Agency would help him publish the report "Long Live Understanding".

"Jiang Xian is here?"

While talking to Wu Kelu, Ren Weidong also rushed over.

He shook hands with Jiang Xian and said, "The leadership team of the society has already had a brief discussion about the report and has also informed the city's propaganda department. Now it has been finalized and decided to organize another one in the city. Comrade Jiang Xian, please prepare well."

"Don't worry." Jiang Xian nodded seriously.

After he said goodbye and left, Wu Kelu read the manuscript of "Long Live Understanding" again.

Overheard several editors discussing the new focus.

"Please take a look at this manuscript."

Wu Kelu slammed the manuscript on the table, with a strange expression on his face that was a mixture of excitement and emotion.

"It's a new focus, pass it around and have a look."

"Let me see."

A female editor took it and glanced at the title: "Long Live Understanding!"

"Oh, that's the title."

When the female editor finished reading the report, her eyes were already filled with tears.

The report was quickly circulated in the office, and everyone who read it couldn't help but sigh that the report was written in a simple style and with deep emotions. The author's ideological awareness was soaring and it was written very sincerely.

"How is it?" Wu Kelu was looking forward to the editors' reactions.

"Great, very good. This report will definitely resonate with many comrades!"

As the recommender of this report, Wu Kelu immediately felt a sense of accomplishment and honor when he heard his colleagues praising "Long Live Understanding".

If he didn't have such a good vision, how could their Xinhua News Agency get such a good report!
"This is the work of Comrade Jiang Xian!" He threw out another large satellite.

"What? Jiang Xian!"

The editors immediately started chattering.

"I thought it was written by an officer in a military camp!"

"Yeah, yeah, I feel the same way."

"Comrade Jiang Xian is amazing. He went to the frontline and recorded the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of so many soldiers."

"Why not?"

Xinhua News Agency immediately began preparing for the publication of the reportage "Long Live Understanding".

However, such a manuscript alone is a bit short and would be too thin if published.

Wu Kelu gave Jiang Xian an idea that their Xinhua News Agency could invite several literary critics to write reviews for this reportage, and then package them into a collection of reportage for publication.

Jiang Xian had no objection and agreed directly. This kind of publishing method is very common in the literary world. For example, when "The Wreath under the Mountain" was published, it also included comments from Feng Mu and Liu Baiyu. This can make the work more diversified, and more importantly, it can make the book feel more substantial. Ren Weidong also thought it was a good idea and said, "It's good to attach literary reviews, but..."

but!

Jiang Xian suddenly felt something was wrong. Sure enough, Ren Weidong immediately asked, "Could you please expand on this article "Long Live Understanding" and write more?"

"Can you tell me more about that?"

“This is my wish, and it is also an idea that I came up with when I was discussing this report with Comrade Chen Huangmei the other day.

Of course, this is definitely not what we at Xinhua News Agency ask of you.

This manuscript could be published now, but I think that if the additional content exceeds the main text in a separate volume, it will give readers a negative reading experience.

So I wonder if we can expand on ‘Long Live Understanding’ and make the theme more relevant.”

"Sublimation and sublimation again?"

Ren Weidong was still thinking about the words, and Jiang Xian spoke them out to him according to his tone.

"That's right, sublimation! It's sublimation!" Ren Weidong clapped his hands. "Look, your manuscript now has two parts. The first part introduces the situation on the front line, and the second part introduces the soldiers' joys, sorrows, anger and happiness. Based on this, can you sublimate it into a third and fourth part?"

Hiss.

Jiang Xian was speechless. Xinhua News Agency was finding ways to increase his workload.

But if you think about it carefully, what Ren Weidong said makes sense.

If he bought a book himself and found that more than half of it was content other than the main text, he would probably be unable to help but curse the author for making money in an unscrupulous way and being a bad person.

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He looked at Ren Weidong's expectant eyes and sighed.

"Long Live Understanding" was originally written just for the report at Yanda University. Jiang Xian never thought that he would have the opportunity to publish this article. Now that it is to be published, its nature has changed. No matter from what angle, he has the responsibility to improve this article and make it reach a publishable level.

"Okay, then I'll try to add some more content."

"Really?"

Ren Weidong couldn't help laughing, "Kru and I were a little hesitant before, worried that you would think we were embarrassing you after we told you this, but I didn't expect you to be so straightforward.

Feel free to expand as much as you can, and we will definitely publish this article for you."

Jiang Xian listened.

This is first denied and then confirmed, it is definitely the CPU!

A leader is a leader, and he speaks with method and depth.

He glanced at his watch and said to Ren Weidong, "It's still early. Can you find a quieter place for me?"

Ren Weidong looked at him strangely, and Jiang Xian explained:
"Your Huangtingzi compound is too far from my home. I'm going to have to run myself to death just to come here. I might as well just write it here."

"Can you write it directly?" Ren Weidong was surprised.

Wu Kelu said, "Let's go to my house. My wife is at work. There's no one at home right now. It's very quiet."

Jiang Xian didn't bother to be polite with him and went straight to Wu Kelu's house. The house was just an ordinary apartment, but with a high roof and complete living facilities.

Jiang Xian took a look and found that this house was very exquisite. The bathroom even had a bathtub and a flush toilet!
"Did you install this yourself?" he asked.

Wu Kelu shook his head: "It was there when it was built in the 1950s and 1960s."

Jiang Xian was surprised.

Not to mention the Fifties and Sixties, even in this era, having facilities like bathtubs and flush toilets is a rare and luxurious thing.

This unit is too powerful.

With a sigh in his heart, he sat down at the table, filled his pen with ink, unfolded a stack of Xinhua News Agency manuscript paper, and began to think.

The current "Long Live Understanding" focuses basically on the second part, which talks about the soldiers' joys, sorrows, anger and happiness, and uses this as a basis to call on the audience to understand the soldiers.

Expand? Sublime?
Jiang Xian frowned, recalling the materials he had collected, the content of Cai Chaodong's speech, some insights he had gained from giving reports at Yan University in the past two days, and some questions raised by students.

“Isn’t it just hydrology?”

“I’m really good at this.”

Jiang Xian hummed and moaned, as if he had returned to his previous life when he was writing online articles. With the almost exploding amount of information in his head, pages of manuscript paper were quickly filled up.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, would you like to go to our cafeteria for a quick meal?"

After get off work, Wu Kelu returned home and prepared to call Jiang Xian to have dinner together in the cafeteria in their courtyard.

"no need."

Jiang Xian rejected Wu Kelu's invitation and said, "I'll go back to eat. How about you take a look at my manuscript?"

"Manuscript?"

Wu Kelu looked at the table.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the glass window onto the table, and the smooth paper surface reflects golden light.

"You finished writing it so quickly?"

"It's just an extension, it's not that difficult."

"Let me see"

Wu Kelu picked up the manuscript and took a look. This manuscript of "Long Live Understanding" was obviously much thicker than the previous one.

The previous manuscript was on the green grid manuscript paper of Renwen Press, and the newly added content was on the manuscript paper of their Xinhua News Agency, so it is easy to distinguish.

Wu Kelu simply counted them and was immediately dumbfounded.

I wrote 7,000 to 8,000 words in just one afternoon?!
He suppressed his surprise and quickly read the newly added content. Based on the first two parts, Jiang Xian added a third part, the front and the back, and a fourth part, the resonance of society.

The slogan "Long Live Understanding" has gradually expanded from hoping that young people in the rear can understand the spiritual essence of their peers' bloodshed and sacrifice on the front lines to calling on all sectors of society to strengthen understanding and communication and jointly respond to the challenges of the times.

Isn't this an instant sublimation? !
"good, very good!"

Wu Kelu was so happy that he didn't even bother to eat and hurriedly handed the manuscript to Ren Weidong.

Ren Weidong was eating in the office with an aluminum lunch box when Wu Kelu came in.

"Deputy Editor-in-Chief, please take a look at this!"

"What are you looking at? Are you going to let me eat?"

Ren Weidong was very dissatisfied, but the moment he saw the manuscript, he immediately forgot his unhappiness.

He wiped his mouth.

"Jiang Xian has finished writing it?"

"I've finished writing it. I've written 8,000 to 9,000 words!"

"So fast?!"

Ren Weidong was also surprised. He pushed the aluminum lunch box away, spread the manuscript on the table and read it carefully.

When I read to the end, I was so excited that I couldn't help but clap my hands.

"Take this manuscript and go find Chen Huangmei!"

"Let him write this review article!"

(End of this chapter)