1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 398 Yes, it’s a blessing!
Except for Guang Weiran and a few old comrades, the other literary bigwigs in the conference room had basically no objection to Jiang Xian's plan to establish People's Digest.

Even several senior left-wingers expressed their active support.

"It would be great to publish a supplement!"

"I also think Comrade Jiang Xian's idea is good and keeps pace with the times. I support it, very much."

"Xiao Jiang, I'll ask Comrade Feng Mu to give you a title for the magazine later."

"Haha, if you need anything, just report to the Writers Association. I look forward to seeing your publication soon."

Alas, do the Xichun faction and the left-leaning faction really exist?

Subjectively, maybe not.

It must exist objectively.

Jiang Xian thanked these older generations one by one.

His mind is as clear as a mirror.

Are these people really congratulating him?

Maybe there is a certain element of blessing in it.

However, more people are probably anxious to see Jiang Xian voluntarily leave People's Literature.

He sneered in his heart but did not show it on his face. He glanced at Guang Weiran, who was sitting in the rattan chair with an unhappy look on his face.

"Mr. Guang."

"you"

Guang Weiran sighed slowly, and said in a low, slow, and infinitely sad voice:
"I still want to say that I don't agree with your publishing a supplement. I strongly disagree. Of course, I have severed my relationship with People's Literature now, but I still want to say that you can do more at People's Literature, and the situation has not forced you to that point. You should stay here instead of publishing a supplement."

Guang Weiran's words were earnest and Jiang Xian understood that this was his concern for himself and the magazine "People's Literature".

He still said with a serious face:

"Mr. Guang, I believe that People's Digest will be a publication that will be loved by the general public."

"Alas."

Guang Weiran's tone was slightly annoyed. "You are stubborn and stubborn. Sigh, I am afraid I am really old."

Seeing Guang Weiran like this, Jiang Xian wanted to say a few more words, but Wang Meng pulled his clothes, signaling him not to escalate the conflict with Guang Weiran.

The two of them went to talk to some other senior colleagues, and then quietly said goodbye and left after most people had left.

Seeing that Jiang Xian and Wang Meng would not turn back until they hit the wall, Guang Weiran felt very upset.

He said that he didn't want to care about it anymore, but he was completely worried about it. He immediately called Cui Daoyi and told her everything on the phone.

In short, two words:
Obstruction!

We must stop Jiang Xian from publishing the miscellaneous journal People's Digest and make him give up the idea of ​​self-preservation.

"Throw away illusions and prepare to fight!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Guang."

Cui Daoyi smiled and said, "There is no condition for publishing a supplement in the publishing house now. There is no place and no manpower. Don't worry, Jiang Xian's publication will not be able to be launched."

The China Writers Association and People's Literature are located in the same courtyard.

The news of the launch of People's Digest had spread throughout the magazine before it was announced.

"Publish a supplement?"

"Yes! Editor-in-Chief Wang Meng and Deputy Editor-in-Chief Jiang Xian have already reported to the Writers Association."

"So is our club going to recruit again?"

"What people to recruit?"

"You are stupid. The office is so short of staff right now. If we want to publish a supplement, we have to hire some more editors."

"Come on, now we are all doing contracting. It's hard for our cooperative to support the people we have now, so how can we afford to hire more people?"

"Are you going to assign a group of people to the supplement?"

"I think it's possible."

"Don't let me go, I don't want to go."

One editor was very resistant: "We are now affiliated with People's Literature. What will happen if this supplement fails?"

"The treatment is definitely not as good as in the company."

"Yeah yeah."

"Look at you, you don't have any spirit of dedication to literature." An old editor said with a smile.

After saying that, the old editor's eyes turned to the young editor Zhu Wei sitting in the corner.

"Xiao Zhu, you are still young, don't learn from these old-timers, you need to be more aware of yourself, otherwise the publisher will assign you the task of publishing a supplement."

"what?"

After hearing these old guys talk about the disadvantages of supplements, Zhu Wei immediately shook his head like a sieve when he heard this.

"No, no, I won't go."

"Ha ha ha ha."

In the next few days, the issue of the supplement was being paid attention to and discussed within People's Literature.

Finally, one day before the Dragon Boat Festival, Wang Meng and Jiang Xian raised the issue of the supplement at an internal meeting of People's Literature.

"The magazine is tentatively named "People's Digest" and will be published as a supplement to "People's Literature". Comrade Jiang Xian is in charge," Wang Meng read out the work arrangements.

Cui Daoyi suddenly spoke up, "Editor-in-chief, isn't it a bit inappropriate to publish a supplement at this time?"

Jiang Xian immediately slammed the table.

"Inappropriate? Lao Cui, why is it inappropriate?"

"Cough cough."

Cui Daoyi didn't say anything, but coughed heavily a few times.

Wang Meng smiled and came out to smooth things over, "Jiang Xian, don't be anxious, let Comrade Daoyi finish what he has to say."

With Wang Meng's words, Cui Daoyi finally felt a little relieved from the embarrassment.

“The first problem is that there is no office space. Many editors in our company have not yet found housing, so new editors can only squeeze into the office.

"With such a tight space, what would you do if you wanted to publish a supplement? Would you set up another area in our office to publish People's Digest?"

"Yeah yeah."

Several more veteran editors spoke up.

"I think it's inappropriate. Running a journal without even an independent office is a joke. If the manuscripts you send in are mixed up with those of People's Literature, wouldn't that delay things?"

"Yes, it's not that we can't publish this supplement. In my opinion, after a few years, when the Agricultural Exhibition Hall is completed, our Writers Association will have some more space."

As a result of the uproar, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Writers Association lost their offices, and now they can only squeeze into a few rows of wooden houses in the large courtyard at No. 2 Shatan North Street to work.

It is certainly not a long-term solution for two such large organizations to work in an earthquake-resistant shelter.

Therefore, the construction of the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles building became a top priority.

The construction of the building has now been finalized. The higher authorities have decided to construct a building at No. 10, South Lane of the Agricultural Exhibition Hall, to be used as the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles building.

Jiang Xian recalled that it was already in 86 when it was officially completed.

"Comrade Daoyi's words are not without reason."

Wang Meng looked at Jiang Xian seriously, as if reading a script, "Comrade Jiang Xian, if we ask the higher-ups to approve the location, it will definitely not be approved. You can see that the yard at No. 2 Shatan North Street is almost full.

In my opinion, it would be difficult to carry out the work of this supplement without an office space."

"Who said there is no office space?" Jiang Xian suddenly asked.

Everyone's eyes turned to him.

Jiang Xian held his head high and said word by word, "Editor-in-chief, I have a yard in Cuihua Hutong that can be used as the office space for the supplement temporarily."

"What?"

Cui Daoyi and other editors were dumbfounded.

Is there a yard?

No one could have thought that Jiang Xian would suddenly come up with such an idea, because this matter was indeed a little beyond their cognition. These days, more than 90% of the population in the country are waiting for the state to allocate housing. If you can have a place to sleep with your wife, you have to thank your ancestral graves for the smoke coming out.

From what Jiang Xian said, besides his own residence, he also has an abandoned yard somewhere else?

Oh shit.

What a rich guy!

"My yard is big enough and has a strong cultural atmosphere. Well, Master Ji Xianlin once lived in that alley. It has been abandoned all these years. People's Digest has its office there. I have no objection. I think of it as a contribution to the country. The geographical location is also good. It is close to our publishing house and even closer to Tiananmen Square." Jiang Xian said slowly.

The others thought it was true.

The geographical location of Jiang Xian's yard is really amazing. Cuihua Hutong is more directly connected to Tianting than No. 2 Shatan North Street.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, are you really willing to let the commune use the yard?" Wang Meng asked like a robot.

Jiang Xian nodded, "Yes, I'm sure you will."

Wang Meng smiled and looked at Cui Daoyi.

"Comrade Daoyi, you have seen that Comrade Jiang Xian has solved the problem of the house, so I think there will be no more trouble in this matter."

Cui Daoyi looked at Wang Meng, then at Jiang Xian, his eyes scanning between the two of them several times.

Although he was not sure, he guessed that Jiang Xian and Wang Meng must be in cahoots with each other, one playing the good cop and the other playing the bad cop, praising and teasing.

"Where are the manpower?" Cui Daoyi asked again.

"The company is already short of manpower right now. If you still want to transfer people from the company, I will never agree."

"Yeah, what about the manpower?" Cui Daoyi looked at Jiang Xian with a smile on his face again.

Jiang Xian paused, "Lao Cui, I only want one person from the club. You wouldn't be so reluctant to give me one person, right?"

"Who?"

"I didn't hear that."

The editors who were eavesdropping outside the door were whispering to each other.

"I just want one person, it can't be me."

"Don't be me."

"Xiao Liu, you're done. I guess you should find the youngest one."

"How is it possible that I can run a magazine by myself?"

Zhu Wei came back from peeing and felt that his pants were a little tight in the crotch. He had just reached out twice when someone slapped him hard on the shoulder.

"Congratulations, Lao Zhu!"

"Congratulations?"

Zhu Wei was confused, "Congratulations for what?"

The man couldn't close his mouth because of laughing.

"Deputy Editor-in-Chief Jiang and Deputy Editor-in-Chief Cui Daoyi said that they would only transfer one person from the publishing house to the supplement. Guess who it was?"

Zhu Wei froze in place for a moment. He guessed something, but he didn't give up. He asked tentatively:

"It can't be me."

"so smart!"

The other party patted his shoulder heavily again, "Editor-in-Chief Jiang and the publishing house are looking for you!"

"what?"

Zhu Wei's eyes went dark and he almost fainted.

"How could it be me? Jiang Xian and I are not familiar with each other. We just said hello that day, but how could it be me?"

Zhu Wei felt so uncomfortable.

He is the editor of People's Literature. Although he is young, he is a real editor of People's Literature. It can be said that he is surrounded by a halo and is highly respected by the people.

Now, Jiang Xian wants to strip the halo of "People's Literature" from him and replace it with the name of a second-tier publication, "People's Digest".

Zhu Wei could not accept this gap no matter what.

He immediately went to Wang Meng, wanting to fight for himself again, and happened to run into Jiang Xian there.

He poured him a glass of water and said, "Xiao Zhu, you came at the right time. I was just about to inform you of something."

"Editor-in-Chief Jiang"

"I know, no need to thank me." Jiang Xian said with a smile.

Zhu Wei almost choked on a mouthful of water.

I thank you?
I will thank you?!
"Editor-in-Chief Jiang, I still want to stay with People's Literature. Please look at the supplement."

"Of course, our People's Digest is also part of People's Literature."

Jiang Xian patted Zhu Wei on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Zhu, you should follow me from now on and work hard at People's Digest. There are no restrictions here and you can let go and do a great job. It is just right for young editors. I think this is a blessing you have earned!"

"Cough, cough, cough." Zhu Wei coughed violently a few more times.

What? Blessings?

Was I a bad person in my previous life? How could I have such a blessing?

"Okay, Xiao Zhu, go back and prepare, and think about how to carry out the work at People's Digest. The editor-in-chief and I still have something to discuss." Jiang Xian directly "put the final word" on the matter.

Seeing this, Zhu Wei had to hold back his grievances.

He finally understood that the main principle of Jiang Xian, as a leader, in his work was to be truthful.

He will punish anyone who doesn't listen to him.

Zhu Wei is a timid and cowardly young intellectual. What can he do when facing a vicious criminal like Jiang Xian?

Returning to his desk, Zhu Wei tidied up the things on the table. Some editors around him looked at him from time to time, their eyes full of pity.

"Xiao Zhu, don't be sad. Maybe this supplement will become famous."

"Yeah, can't two people run a publication?"

"Comrade Zhu Wei, come on!"

Listening to the encouragement from his colleagues, Zhu Wei gradually felt a little bit of fighting spirit in his heart, but it quickly faded away.

What can two people accomplish?

Alas, he now only hopes that the People's Digest magazine will cease to operate as soon as possible, so that he can return to People's Literature earlier.

Guang Weiran also felt as depressed as Zhu Wei.

He had already arranged for Cui Daoyi to stop Jiang Xian and Wang Meng's supplement plan.

Who would have thought.

Jiang Xian easily resolved the two huge obstacles Cui Daoyi brought over.

He paid for the house.

Only one person is needed.

The internal resolution to establish People's Digest was passed within People's Literature with ease.

"Oh, that's all."

After listening to Cui Daoyi's story, Guang Weiran leaned back in the rattan chair and exhaled a long smoke ring.

"I am old now - let the young people take charge of new literature."

This morning.

Zhu Wei rode his bicycle, following Jiang Xian, as he headed towards Cuihua Hutong, his mood as if covered by a layer of haze.

The two parked the car in front of a yard.

"Let's go. I'll take you to the editorial office of People's Digest." Jiang Xian said.

"Hey."

Zhu Wei agreed, followed Jiang Xian into the door, and looked around.
next moment.

His eyes suddenly brightened up, like a mountain man looking at a Peach Blossom Spring.
(Happy Lantern Festival!)

(End of this chapter)