1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 384 "For Jiang Xian! Cheers!"

"Time Magazine?" Zhu Lin was surprised.

Having been in the United States for such a long time, she naturally knew that this magazine was almost the largest current affairs weekly in the United States and had a wide readership.

Only the most influential people and events in the world make it to their cover.

"How did you get on their cover?"

"When I was in Los Angeles, a photographer from the Associated Press took this photo of me and asked me if he could use it. I said no problem, and he gave it to Time," Jiang Xian replied.

"This is Time," Wang Anyi exclaimed.

Everyone in the United States knows that the characters who can appear in Time magazine are the hottest celebrities at the moment.

“There are only a handful of people in China who have appeared on the cover of this magazine.”

"Feng Yuxiang, bald head, teacher, Comrade Xiaoping."

"So amazing!" Rao Yuemei couldn't help but exclaimed after hearing what Wang Anyi said.

This is awesome!

Which of the names Wang Anyi mentioned is not a famous figure in history?

"That's great, how glorious! At least you'll be rated as a model soldier in the unit!"

Zhu's mother also showed admiration.

"That's awesome, Jiang Xian."

"Oh, it's nothing, actually."

Jiang Xian's face was calm. "This magazine used to be hostile to us, but after we established diplomatic relations, it changed its attitude. I also benefited from our country, so I still have to thank the country."

"Look at your Jiang Xian's awareness. He is quite high." Mother Zhu said to Zhu Lin with a smile.

"He is just a hypocrite."

Zhu Lin pursed her lips to smile, and couldn't help but feel happy for Jiang Xian.

No matter what, it's an honor.

"By the way, what does this title mean?" Zhu Lin, who is not good at English, asked Jiang Xian again.

"Shameless rules will be pierced by sharp arrows!"

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Zhu Lin read it once, and her eyes lit up. "That's really well said! The shameless rules will be pierced by a sharp arrow, linking your incident this time with the novel you wrote."

Jiang Xian smiled and said nothing.

The statement of Time magazine has put the final stamp on this incident.

Jiang Xian, standing at the pinnacle of public opinion, has completely become the winner in this incident.

But what if it's the other way around?

Jiang Xian thought about it with evil humor. If he was the one being attacked by everyone, then it might be Lucian who would appear on Time.

Well, he even thought of the title for the cover of Lucian for Time:

"Rules are rules, they weren't made today!"

Alas, I can only say that the moral standards of Americans still need to be lowered. When it comes to being shameless, it’s Korea that is truly the most shameless.

In online novels, these actions by villains are considered extremely stupid, but they happen openly in reality.

Reality is more magical.

The news that Jiang Xian appeared on the cover of Time magazine soon caused a sensation among the writers of the "Writing Project".

To celebrate, Nie Hualing specially invited writers to her home to celebrate for Jiang Xian, which in American terms was to hold a party.

It was different than when I first arrived in Iowa.

Today's writers have become familiar with each other and are close to each other.

Even Phil and the Indian writer, two guys who initially regarded each other as enemies, went from throwing wine glasses at each other when they met to sitting together, arm in arm, drinking and chatting happily.

Even thinking of the separation that would take place soon, the two of them still felt reluctant to part with each other, so they exchanged glances and expressed their feelings to each other.
"Jiang has brought me such a huge shock."

East German writer Danica said: "This is the first time I have seen a young person who is so outstanding. It is hard to find such a young talent in our country."

"This is the first time I've met a young man as talented as him," said another writer.

"Nietzsche once said: All that glitters is not necessarily gold, but gold always shines. Jiang is a piece of gold, and even the United States cannot obscure his brilliance."

"For Jiang Xian! Cheers!"

Everyone raised their glasses and celebrated for Jiang Xian.

Jiang Xian sat in the corner like a lonely person, feeling embarrassed.

At this time, Beverly came over with a glass of wine and sat down next to him.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you, Beverly."

"You're so kind. It's a big deal to be on the cover of Time magazine."

Beverly blinked. "It seems like what Wang Meng said is true. You are much better than him."

"No, no, no."

Jiang Xian was so humble, "Teacher Wang has always been my idol."

"Haha."

Beverly laughed.

On Christmas Eve, all the writers began preparing their final speeches, the only assignment given to them by the Iowa International Writing Program.

The program staff assigned groups, and Jiang Xian was in the same group as Ru Zhijuan, Wang Anyi, Chen Yingzhen and several writers from Taiwan.

They are divided according to regions.

There are also those distributed according to ideology.

This led to another strange thing happening.

Because there was a West German writer who originally lived in East Germany and happened to be a friend of the East German female writer Danika from the same small town.

As a result, she betrayed East Germany and fled to West Germany.

Now it's embarrassing.

This West German female writer wanted to be with members of the Eastern European socialist countries such as Romania, Bulgaria and Hungary.

But people in the socialist countries of Eastern Europe didn't want her.

Because in the eyes of these writers, she was a traitor because she ran away to West Germany.

So the staff had to put her in a group consisting of members from Western European countries such as Finland and France.

But she didn't want to go.

Because ever since she ran to West Germany, she has disliked the capitalist system and is unwilling to belong to the West.

This is very embarrassing because the person has nowhere to go.

She is not wanted over there, and she doesn't want to go here.

Finally, at the height of her depression, she got drunk and jumped into the Iowa River.

After hearing the news, all the writers felt incredible and their moods were filled with sadness, but they also cherished this hard-earned encounter even more.

The writers prepared a small memorial ceremony for her.

Jiang Xian also participated in the commemoration.

After the meeting, on their way home, he and Zhu Lin saw a group of college students gathered together, seemingly listening to something.

So she leaned over to take a look and saw a few people giving speeches among the students. They were Chinese, but the content of their speeches made Zhu Lin frown.

"Why are these people talking nonsense?"

"Don't be angry with them. There are many people like this in the United States," Jiang Xian said.

These people came to the United States from the mainland to publish publications, form teams, and give speeches, portraying themselves as defenders of "democracy" and "freedom."

Then these defenders of "democracy" and "freedom" say things that confuse right and wrong, and this becomes their capital to gain a foothold in the United States.

Jiang Xian was used to this kind of thing, but Zhu Lin was indignant. She was unhappy after returning home, and when she held the little Majesty in her arms, she couldn't help but be distracted for a while.

"What's wrong today?" Jiang Xian noticed her abnormality.

"It's okay." "You look okay?"

"I'm just a little upset."

Zhu Lin said, "Yes, we suffered setbacks, took detours, and paid a price, but how can these costs be used as capital by those people?"

"That's why." Jiang Xian smiled.

"Isn't this infuriating enough?" Zhu Lin said.

She grew up under the red flag, so she naturally couldn't tolerate any sand in her eyes.

Jiang Xian chuckled and kept the question in suspense.

"You may feel better if you come and listen to our lecture tomorrow."

"What are you going to talk about?"

"You'll know when you listen," Jiang Xian said.

"sleep now."

"Ok?"

Zhu Lin was curious for a moment, and then she felt a big, unruly hand and let out an angry cry.

"Oh, the child hasn't gone to bed yet."

Silent all night.

The next day, three o'clock in the afternoon.

A Chinese writers' lecture was held.

As the most important task of the "Writing Project", the report meeting invited many people to participate, including students and international students from the University of Iowa, staff of the "Writing Project", and representatives sent by the Chinese Ambassador to the United States.

After a brief speech, the report began.
First, the older ones spoke, such as Chen Yingzhen and Ru Zhijuan. When it was the turn of the seventh-grade students, he talked about a genius critic from Taiwan, Li Ao.

Li Ao criticized everything. No one could escape his control. He criticized everyone, including Sanmao: "There are so many suffering people in Taiwan, but she ran to the desert to show her sympathy."

This led to the people of Taiwan hating him and wanting to kill him, so the authorities had no choice but to protect him.

"Why?" Zhu Lin was puzzled.

"Because no matter who kills him, it will be suspected that it was the authorities who did it," Jiang Xian explained with a smile.

After the seventh student finished speaking, it was Jiang Xian's turn.

He stepped onto the stage somewhat relaxedly and quickly attracted everyone's attention.

Among all the writers in the "Writing Project", Jiang Xian is undoubtedly the most special one.

Everyone was looking forward to what he was going to say.

"Let me tell you a story first."

Jiang Xian said in English:

"Stalin's daughter disagreed with her father's actions during the Soviet era, so she distanced herself from him and no longer used her father's last name."

"But when she fled to the US Embassy in India, when the embassy officials were considering whether to take her in, she had no choice but to use her father's surname, which she had long since abandoned, and brought up Stalin's name."

Speeches by writers from various countries are basically inseparable from their own country and politics.

Everyone sensed this from this story, and Jiang Xian's speech also incorporated these elements.

Jiang Xian continued:
"After coming to the United States, I met many defenders who talked a lot about 'democracy' and 'freedom'."

Zhu Lin suddenly remembered what made her angry yesterday.

The people Jiang Xian was talking about should be those people.

"In my opinion, 'democracy' and 'freedom' are not off-limits for discussion in our country."

"I never think that praise is love and criticism is betrayal."

"We have already learned a lesson about the dangers of metaphysics."

"I have to say that everyone in our country is now eager to get rid of the backwardness and feudal remnants as soon as possible."

"After coming to the United States, I discovered that many of my fellow Americans also experienced ups and downs depending on the strength of their motherland, and did their best."

“We are eager and we fight.”

"For certain setbacks and mistakes, we will feel upset, complain, and even hate and curse."

"Because we and our country share the same fate, and we share the same weal and woe."

"We are with our motherland, which we have no choice but to live in, no matter how many hardships we face, even if we have to sacrifice ourselves under a heavy name."

"But the sad thing is that these 'guards' actually use this as their capital."

"What makes me feel even more sorry for them is that once these things become their capital, the 'Guardians' will lose their foothold, and it's hard to say what they will sell in the end."

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"Finally, I want to say."

"Stalin's daughter would also mention Stalin's name in the most dangerous times."

"Because she knows that this is the most valuable thing she has."

Jiang Xian bowed gently.

The next moment, the audience erupted into intense and prolonged applause.

"well said!"

"That is nice!"

A staff member of the "Writing Project", Xiao Cai from Taiwan Province clapped his hands excitedly and spoke to Zhu Lin beside him.

"I know it's not easy for you. It was a mess you took over, but you built it up so fast. It's amazing!"

"An American economist once said that your output value growth in the past 20 years has exceeded that of the British Industrial Revolution in the past 100 years."

"Even though Taiwan has enjoyed a good life and is quite prosperous in recent years, it is unreliable. Without its own basic industries, other countries may no longer want it one day."

"On the contrary, the old man is very wise."

“There’s something about being self-reliant!”

"I'm annoyed by the complaints of people from the mainland about how hard our lives are."

"I have nothing to say. I have no right to say anything."

"But after so many years of hard work, we have reaped rewards, great rewards, and our hard work has not been in vain. Many third world countries are looking at China."

"I work as an administrator, doing semi-manual labor. I do hard labor during the day and read documents at night. I look for information everywhere. How can I not suffer?"

"And I'm not Chinese, I'm not American, I'm nothing."

As Xiao Cai spoke, he actually choked up.

Zhu Lin also understood that she was touched by Jiang Xian's speech, which brought out the words hidden in her heart.

But this also proves that Jiang Xian's speech was absolutely powerful. It represented himself and his country. It had a clear position and was full of meaning.

After the speech, the embassy representative Fan Zibin came to shake hands with Jiang Xian.

"Well, that's a good point! Comrade Jiang Xian, right?"

"Hello, comrade."

"Oh, what you just said is very insightful. I agree with it very much. We should ask the comrades from Xinhua News Agency to record it and report it in China," Fan Zibin exclaimed.

"Oh, thank you, thank you." Jiang Xian shook hands with Fan Zibin vigorously.

Then I heard him ask, "Are you interested in working in diplomacy?"

"Doing diplomacy?"

Jiang Xian was surprised for a moment, then looked at Fan Zibin and immediately realized that he was appreciated by others.

"You must be kidding me. I can't do that. I can't handle any big responsibility. I can only write novels."

"Oh, okay." Fan Zibin heard the rejection implied in Jiang Xian's words, and seeing that he had no intention of doing so, he didn't know what to say.

Just looking at Jiang Xian, I felt reluctant to leave.

This guy!

This mouth, this pen.

You are definitely a good material for diplomacy!

With this talent, what kind of novel can I write?
What a pity!
(End of this chapter)