1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 433: Still not breaking with tradition?

"In 80, it was Jiang Xian who first wrote a proposal to establish a Chinese Modern Literature Museum and published it in the People's Daily. This was when the idea of ​​a literature museum aroused a strong response in China."

"In the winter of the year before last, in order to obtain the land in the west courtyard of Wanshou Temple, Comrade Jiang Xian worked very hard. He first found a suitable piece of land in Sijiu City, and then established connections with the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe. Only then did he finally get the site for the museum."

"As for the precious manuscripts in the museum, most of them were obtained from a man named Zhao Yifan who was introduced by Comrade Jiang Xian."

Kong Luosun was still counting Jiang Xian's contributions. After a long speech, he pushed his glasses.

"As the editor-in-chief of the Literary Gazette and secretary of the Secretariat of the China Writers Association, I am willing to recommend Comrade Jiang Xian as the first director of the Literature Museum."

There were voices of agreement coming one after another in the conference room, some people nodded slightly, and some people whispered to express their agreement.

"Comrade Jiang Xian is still young after all."

He Jingzhi tapped his fingers twice on the meeting minutes and said, "I think the director still needs an academic leader who has both professional background and the ability to convince the public."

"Yes, Comrade Jiang Xian is young."

Kong Luosun picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, the tea stems floating on the water:
“But in literature, his The Wreath opened up a new pattern for writing military novels. In addition, he has made considerable contributions to reflective literature, root-seeking literature, stream-of-consciousness novels, and the avant-garde novels that have been popular in the literary world recently.

In terms of ideology, Comrade Jiang Xian's reportage "Long Live Understanding" was circulated throughout the country, resonated among young people, and was even delivered in Haizi.

In terms of work ability, I think the People's Digest he runs is also doing very well, with a very encouraging circulation."

As he said this, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Chen Huangmei who was standing diagonally opposite him. "Comrade Huangmei, I heard that you gave him a Volga as a reward, right?"

Chen Huangmei, who was sitting by the window, smiled and nodded.

"I think that Comrade Jiang Xian is outstanding in all aspects, and his achievements even surpass those of many veteran comrades. He is fully capable of winning the hearts of the people as the director of the museum."

After hearing Kong Luosun's words, He Jingzhi frowned. He pursed his lips but said nothing more.

He Jingzhi was also surprised.

I didn't pay attention to it before, but when Kong Luosun noticed it in detail, I realized that Jiang Xian, this kid, has only been in the literary world for a few years, but he has achieved so many achievements in so many aspects?

He couldn't help but look at the guy in the corner.

Young, handsome, and accomplished.

He Jingzhi couldn't help but think of Huang Xuan from the parallel universe that cannot be mentioned.

This is really
A young man has come to the China Writers Association!
"Jiang Xian, what do you think?" Guang Weiran looked at him at this time.

As for Jiang Xian who was called, he was sitting at the end of the long table at this time, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the enamel cup in his hand.

"As a curator?"

"This"

It was not others who hesitated, but himself.

You want me to be the director? Then I have to consider whether to do it or not.

In fact, every director of the Literature Museum is a well-known figure in the literary world:

Li Jun, the screenwriter of "Hua Hu" and "Furong Town", Shu Yi, the son of Lao She, and Chen Jiangong of Peking University were screenwriters.
"My energy is limited. It's already difficult to manage the People's Digest. What's more, I have to make time for writing. If I also have to manage the daily affairs of the Literature Museum, I'm afraid I can't take care of it."

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The whole audience was silent.

Including He Jingzhi, who had just tried every means to prevent Jiang Xian from becoming the museum director, were all dumbfounded, as if they had been slapped in the face.

They really don't want Jiang Xian to be the director and don't want Jiang Xian to take over this business.

But as for Jiang Xian, he doesn't care about the position of director at all and doesn't want to be one at all.

Amidst the noise, Ding Ling was the least surprised one.

At first, she invited Jiang Xian to work in her magazine, but Jiang Xian declined unkindly. But now it seems that this guy is not targeting her. He is a stubborn person and doesn't even want to be the director of a literary museum.

"Otherwise."

Feng Mu frowned and said, "How about hiring Comrade Jiang Xian as the first director, hiring Comrade Yang Li to preside over the daily work, and then we will invite Ba Lao, the real founder, to serve as the honorary director?"

Yang Li is an old comrade. He is the deputy director of the editorial department of "Wenyi Bao" and the deputy editor-in-chief of "New Observation" magazine. He mainly studies literary theory.

"I think it's settled!" Chen Huangmei made the decision and looked at Jiang Xian. "You are more familiar with the Literature Museum. This burden is too heavy. Then let Comrade Yang Li help you reduce the burden, but this part should still be shouldered by you."

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Jiang Xian was also helpless.

In such an occasion, since Chen Huangmei has said so, he can't insist on making excuses at this time, which would seem a bit contrived.

"In that case, I will try my best to live up to the trust of my comrades," Jiang Xian said.

Ba Jin smiled and said, "If this is the arrangement, then I support it."

Hua Hua Hua.

There was applause in the conference room.

After the meeting, Jiang Xian first met with his future second-in-command, Yang Li.

This man was in his early fifties, with gray hair. He shook hands with Jiang Xian enthusiastically.

"Director Jiang."

"You can just call me Xiao Jiang."

"That's inappropriate."

"Comrade Jiang Xian, it's okay, this is the fine tradition left by my family." Jiang Xian said with a smile.

This is the naming habit that has been used in the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Older people are called Lao X, and younger people are called Xiao X. If a respectful title is really needed, then we call them comrade.

For example, no one would call Ba Jin "Chairman Ba ​​Jin", they would all call him "Comrade Ba Jin".

"Comrade Jiang Xian, when do you think it would be a good time to set the opening ceremony?"

"I haven't been to Wanshou Temple for a long time, so I don't know the progress of the project. When do you think it will be completed?"

Yang Li thought for a moment and said, "The project will definitely be finished within two months. There's also the Chinese New Year in between. I think it's best to wait until March, when the weather will be warmer."

Jiang Xian also felt that March would be the most appropriate time. "Then I'll do as you say. I'll have to trouble you to take care of these daily affairs in the future."

"You're welcome, as you should."

Xu Chenhui drove the car over at this time, and Jiang Xian patted Yang Li on the shoulder.

"Where are you going? Should I take you back?"

"no, I'm fine."

Yang Li was flattered and waved his hands, "I'm riding a bike."

"It's so cold, I'll take you there."

"No need."

After a long period of polite conversation, Jiang Xian finally got on the Volga and left.

Yang Li watched the car go by the roadside, and couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the Volga going away.

"Such a young deputy director."

Before the establishment of the Literature Museum, there was only a preparatory office, which was a department-level unit. Now that it has been officially established, its administrative level is deputy department level.

As the museum director Jiang Xian's rank rose with the times, his status naturally also increased to deputy director.

Some people say that the Volga is one of the four scumbags because it consumes a lot of fuel, but to be honest, apart from the fuel consumption, it is really comfortable to sit in. The road conditions are basically not very good these days, but Jiang Xian can feel the excellent suspension system and stable chassis when sitting in this car. Sitting like riding a boat, the shock absorption effect is very satisfactory.

And the heating system is pretty awesome too.

As expected of a car made in the Soviet Union, there was plenty of warmth. In such cold weather in Beijing, Jiang Xian was sweating all over. He had no choice but to open the window to cool down.

The car stopped at the gate of the yard. Before Jiang Xian entered the gate, he heard Zhu Lin's voice in the yard.

"Look who's back."

He walked in and saw his wife helping their daughter learn to walk.

The little Majesty was like a penguin, chubby, and when he saw Jiang Xian, he staggered towards him.

Jiang Xian squatted down hurriedly and opened his arms. As soon as his knees touched the ground, he was hit by the "little meat ball".

"Giggle."

The little Majesty smiled and buried his face in the front of his Zhongshan suit, his saliva leaving small water marks on the dark fabric.

"Oh, look what happened to your father's clothes!" Zhu Lin shouted.

Jiang Xian looked indifferent as he held his daughter in his arms and let her pull and tug. He took the opportunity to rub his stubble against his daughter's soft cheeks, causing the little girl to tilt her neck back and let out a baby scream.

"This girl is so clingy at such a young age." Zhu Lin muttered to the side.

Jiang Xian smiled, picked up the little Majesty with one hand, and put the other hand around Zhu Lin's waist.

"What? Are you jealous again?"

"I'm not jealous at all." Zhu Lin pouted.

Jiang Xian leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Love her now, and love you at night."

"A great writer, but he is so unruly." Zhu Lin turned her eyes away, and a blush appeared on her face as she thought of something.

"What was the meeting about today?"

"I talked about a lot of things."

Jiang Xian carried his daughter back into the house. His mother was also there. He told the two women in the family about what happened at the meeting, including the writing class at Peking University and the Literary Museum.

Compared with the Museum of Literature, Rao Yuemei is more concerned about the academic degree from Peking University.

She also received higher education.

Any intellectual will naturally be fascinated by the word Peking University and this school.

The status of this academic degree in the hearts of Chinese people is like the gold bricks in the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the Forbidden City.

It may not be more practical than tiles, but everyone wants to touch it.

"Jiang Xian, what you mean is that after studying in this writing class for two years, you will get a Peking University diploma?" Rao Yuemei said.

Jiang Xian nodded, "According to the content of the meeting, this should be the understanding."

"That's good!" Rao Yuemei became happy.

Zhu Lin also had a pair of beautiful eyes, "That's great. As a father, you should set a good example for Niannian. She will also be admitted to Peking University in the future!"

Jiang Xian couldn't help laughing. How come his wife was such a rollicker?
"You're setting a goal for your daughter now? I think we should hang a sign at home saying how many thousands of days are left until the college entrance exam."

"You're teasing me again." Zhu Lin patted him, a hint of anger on her pretty face.

"Oh, you're right."

Rao Yuemei's face was full of joy. "Okay, I'll go buy some food and celebrate in the evening."

After saying this, he immediately ran away. Jiang Xian also knew that he was going out to show off again.

Both his father and mother are college graduates with higher education, and the educational background of these children in the family has always been a scar in their hearts.

Jiang Qin graduated from high school, Jiang Xian graduated from junior high school, and Jiang Ke attended drama school.

But this is unavoidable. After all, in the tide of the times, 90% of the educational level of this generation is like this.

Just when Rao Yuemei thought everything was irreversible, her son had another chance to go to Peking University!
Can't I show this off?
This matter soon reached Zhu Hong's ears, and Zhu Hong was stunned.

"Brother-in-law, from now on, should I call you brother-in-law or junior fellow student?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhu Lin glared at her.

"I'm just asking," Zhu Hong muttered.

Jiang Xian smiled and said, "Zhu Hong, I have read the article you asked me to read before. It is good enough in terms of literary quality, but it lacks a spiritual core. I have annotated all the problems for you."

"Thank you, brother-in-law."

"By the way, aren't you graduating soon? Tell your school in the second half of the year and come to intern at People's Digest."

"Really?" Zhu Hong asked in surprise.

Zhu Lin hesitated, "Jiang Xian, it won't cause any trouble, right?"

"It's okay." Jiang Xian waved his hand.

His position is getting higher and higher now, and it is time for him to cultivate some direct forces.

Zhu Hong is his sister-in-law. Because of this relationship, and the fact that she is a top student who graduated from Peking University, she is not like Jiang Xian who relied on the hard work of Lu Xun Academy of Literature to become a Peking University student. She was admitted to the Chinese Department on her own and is a real talent.

With so many reasons, it is impossible for Jiang Xian not to train her.

That night, it snowed again in the capital.

Jiang Xian came out of the study, sat alone in the yard for a while, and smoked a cigarette.

In a blink of an eye, it was already 1985 and the reform had entered its eighth year.

The previous rhythm can be said to be running and stopping, and the top was always adjusting and correcting it. Sometimes it was very fast, and sometimes it stepped on the brakes.

However, this year, everyone's ambition to get rich through dedication can no longer be suppressed.

The most exciting thing is the craze of reselling cars in the south.

Jiang Xian also summed up his gains and losses after so many years of rebirth and planned the next development.

In the United States, Today magazine has already been established under the management of Zhao Zhenkai and Acheng.

Then he continued to move into the film and television industry.

As for the domestic situation, Jiang Xian doesn't dare to act recklessly due to environmental restrictions. Moreover, he is now in a high position, and every move he makes must be carried out step by step and steadily.

The next day, the editorial department of People's Literature held an editorial committee meeting.

Wang Meng reflected on her experience in publishing during this period at the meeting, and finally said quietly:
“I strongly hope that People’s Literature can be inclusive and have a broad scope.”

When several left-leaning editors heard this, they all sensed something unusual.

Sure enough, at the next meeting, Wang Meng began to make drastic adjustments to the ideas behind publishing and change the style of the publication.

"Comrade Wang Meng, this is inappropriate."

Editorial board member Shi Yanghui stood up and said, "This is People's Literature! What should we do? Will there be any ideological problems? This also deviates from our traditional publishing philosophy. I think we should first inform the Writers Association."

Wang Meng, who is always easy to talk to, changed her usual friendly expression this time.

He banged the table:
“The circulation is almost lower than that of the supplement!”

"Why don't you be bold enough to break through the existing tradition?!"

(End of this chapter)