1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 434 Yes, This is an Overt Conspiracy

"This"

Several veteran editors exchanged glances with each other and could see beads of sweat on each other's foreheads.

If Wang Meng brings up People's Digest, it will indeed shut them up, after all, the circulation of the magazine is there.

"In the fourth quarter of last year, the circulation of the main magazine decreased by 27% year-on-year." Wang Meng pulled out a stack of mimeographed reports from the folder, and the papers made a crisp sound as they hit the table.

"Comrades, Poetry Magazine is publishing a special issue on obscure poetry, but we are still publishing those 'three-outstanding' manuscripts over and over again!"

There was a moment of silence in the meeting room, leaving only the sound of teacup lids colliding and teacups being picked up and put down.

Just as everyone was silent, Jiang Xian stood up with a teacup and walked to Wang Meng's side.

"Teacher Wang, drink some water and calm down, calm down."

".well."

Wang Meng took the teacup and turned her back, looking as if she was pitying his misfortune and angry at his lack of resistance.

Jiang Xian smiled at everyone.

"Everyone should understand that Comrade Wang Meng is also doing this for the good of the publication and is eager to improve the level and quality of our People's Literature."

"As for the points Comrade Wang Meng just raised."

“I think that makes sense.”

“Comrade Guang Weiran also told us at the Writers Association’s work conference: I hope People’s Literature can be more lively and friendly, and not just seek stability, but seek stability while riding the wind and waves.”

"As for Comrade Shi Yanghui's concerns, I think they are unnecessary. The reforms described by Comrade Wang Meng are not necessarily changes in the ideological orientation of the publication. To be precise, they are a main theme, an artistic style, and a creative method."

"To put it bluntly, it is an adjustment of the idea of ​​publishing and a change of the old style."

"Be open to new ideas and open up new avenues for literature."

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After the meeting, several left-wing editorial board members immediately met with several left-wing members of the Writers Association.

"Be open to new ideas and open up new avenues for literature?"

Lin Mohan frowned and slammed the table heavily, "They are so bold!

"People's Literature" is a key literary and artistic front and a weather vane of literary development!
The publishing philosophy of "People's Literature" is the ideological guidelines and artistic line that writers should follow in their creation.

How can such an important matter be easily changed? ! "

Shi Yanghui's face was full of bitterness. "We also mentioned it, but Wang Meng brought up the People's Digest today.

People say that if the changes are not made, the circulation of the supplement will exceed that of the main publication, and then People's Literature will have no face left.

You said he said so, what else can we editors say? We can’t say a word.”

"Hey, don't underestimate Wang Meng because she's young. She's a good writer and very experienced in dealing with people!"

He Jingzhi sighed, "And Jiang Xian, these two people... Alas, we thought too simply of these two young people!"

No one is a fool, and everyone quickly understood the meaning of He Jingzhi's words, or had already thought of it.

Today, Wang Meng and Jiang Xian, one singing the red song and the other singing the white song, sang in unison and finalized the new publishing ideas of "People's Literature".

So what is the biggest reliance of these two people?

It’s People’s Digest!
This publication was founded by Jiang Xian.

Well, their left-wing forces also contributed a lot to it.

At the beginning, many people wondered why Jiang Xian, the deputy editor-in-chief of People's Literature, gave up his job at this magazine and insisted on going out to start another magazine like this?
At this moment, it seems that this kid is not trying to protect himself at all.

This guy has been waiting for today!

Now, if we connect the dots one by one, it's easy to see through it all.

This is an open conspiracy laid on the table!
But the clever thing about this conspiracy is that no one took People's Digest seriously at first.

Who would have believed that Jiang Xian could develop People's Digest to a point where its circulation could almost catch up with the main publication in such a short period of time!
This guy seems to have mastered the readers' psychology and knows exactly what readers like to read.

"Comrade Jing Zhi, we can't let Wang Meng and Jiang Xian do this!" Shi Yanghui said.

"It's come to this, what else can we do?" He Jingzhi's face was as red as a pig's liver. "It's too late. The moment the People's Digest was published, it couldn't be changed."

He Jingzhi regretted his decision so much.

Before, he thought Jiang Xian was a smart man, and happily wrote a couplet for his People's Digest.

The results of it?
Who would have thought that this brat had no moral principles! This was what he and Wang Meng were planning!
Two young men in their prime were plotting against their old comrade. They were here to steal and cheat!
"You are shameless! You are shameless!"

"No better than beasts! No better than beasts!"

Several people on the left side were so angry that they got high blood pressure.

There was no reaction from the Xichun faction; everyone was smiling happily.

Especially Guang Weiran.

After hearing the whole story from Choi Do-yi, his face was as bright as a chrysanthemum.

"This brat is such a devil!"

"Even I was fooled by him!"

When Guang Weiran first heard about the People's Digest incident, he thought Jiang Xian was just trying to protect himself.

He was so angry that he didn't fight back.

Although I later claimed that I didn't care, I was still upset about it in my heart.

"Now it seems that I was wrong about Jiang Xian."

Guang Weiran felt a little embarrassed when he thought about how he had obstructed the People's Digest in the past.

"Perhaps, this is also part of his Jiang Xian plan."

Cui Daoyi reminded him, “If you hadn’t obstructed this matter, some comrades would probably not have gone to great lengths to facilitate the establishment of People’s Digest.”

"That's true."

Guang Weiran smiled and pointed at the air, "Tell me about Jiang Xian, how could he be so bold? Even I have become a chess piece on his chessboard!"

"Oh, please stop saying that."

Cui Daoyi persuaded, "Comrade Jiang Xian, isn't this also for People's Literature? Otherwise, how could today's meeting go so smoothly? Who knows how much blood and gore it would cause."

"That's all."

Guang Weiran snorted, and an admiring look appeared on his face again: "Come to think of it, this kid's tactic of retreating to advance is very much like the style of the old man in his past."

"It's obvious that he has studied his tactical thinking a lot."

Shi Yanghui was still a little unwilling.

If Wang Meng and Jiang Xian were allowed to continue making trouble like this, the current favorable situation of the left wing would be completely destroyed.

He didn't even dare to imagine what literature would become if future writers all followed the principle of "being unconventional and broadening the literary horizon".

Is that still literature? Wouldn’t literature have changed its flavor?

After thinking about it, Shi Yanghui pondered.

We still have to mobilize the masses!
We must follow the mass line and win the support of the people!

"Xiao Zhou."

When he arrived at the editorial office that day, he stopped the editor Zhou Ping.

"Mr. Shi." Zhou Ping looked at him puzzledly, with a stack of manuscripts tucked under his elbow.

"Send the manuscript?"

"Yes, there are a few manuscripts that I think are good. I couldn't send them out before, so I kept them here. Comrade Wang Meng said that he wanted to adjust the publishing ideas and carry out reforms. I'm thinking of submitting these manuscripts to see if they can be published."

"Uh, let me see."

Shi Yanghui asked Zhou Ping for a few manuscripts, and he became furious after taking a glance at them.

Treason! Treason!
Is this still People’s Literature?

How can such a manuscript be published!

He calmly returned the manuscript to Zhou Ping and coughed. "Zhou Ping, what do you think of Comrade Wang Meng's reform plan this time? Do you also think that our previous ideas for publishing are problematic?"

"Of course there is a problem, Mr. Shi!"

When Zhou Ping heard this, he seemed to get excited. He slapped his thigh, tears welled up in his eyes and his tone was full of grievance.

"Mr. Shi, the circulation of our magazine must go up. It must exceed that of People's Digest by several times!"

"You don't know, those editors at People's Digest are such bastards! Didn't they just get transferred over there? Damn it, every time they come back to our office, they all look down on us. What's so great about them?"

The favorable conditions of the editorial department of People's Digest have spread in People's Literature and are no longer a secret.

The editors of People's Literature were furious.

What? You have air conditioning? A refrigerator? A TV? What else? A microwave?!

As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.

After hearing about the environment over there, I looked around: the editors were sitting next to each other with no extra space at all, each of them was tightly wrapped in thick and smelly cotton clothes, and they even had to wear gloves when writing manuscripts, and they had to blow on the pen tip repeatedly to melt it because the ink is easy to freeze.

Who can feel balanced?
Who doesn't want to work in a good working environment?

As the news spread, the editor position of People's Digest, which was once despised by everyone, immediately became a popular position that the editors of People's Literature were vying for.

In the past, whoever had more work experience and seniority could stay in People's Literature.

Now the situation is reversed. Whoever has more work experience and seniority will be given priority to be transferred to People's Digest.

For a time, the atmosphere in the editorial department became that as long as one could be transferred to People's Digest, one would be superior to the editors of the main magazine.

Now all the editors of People's Literature, who once prided themselves on being editors of the "royal publication," were completely defeated.

Although they don't say it, looking at those supplement editors who are so arrogant and have a sense of superiority in their bones, they are all working hard in their hearts, hoping that the circulation of the main magazine can increase several times, restore the glory of the "royal publication" in the past, and suppress the supplements in terms of performance.

"Mr. Shi? Mr. Shi?" Zhou Ping talked for a while, and seeing that Shi Yanghui was a little dazed, he raised his hand and waved in front of him.

"Oh."

Shi Yanghui came back to his senses, his face was complicated and a little earthy, "Hey, Xiao Zhou, aren't you going to deliver the manuscript? Go ahead."

"Then I'll go."

Zhou Ping held the manuscript and said goodbye to Shi Yanghui. He turned around and glanced at Shi Yanghui's hunched back, feeling a little strange.

Is it an illusion?

Why does it feel like Mr. Shi has suddenly become a lot older?

Shi Yanghui's defense was indeed broken.

He originally wanted to instigate the editors to unite and jointly resist Wang Meng's big move this time.

Unexpectedly, the editors had already been taken down by Jiang Xian!

This guy is so insidious, too insidious, he has already infiltrated invisibly!
Facing such an opponent, Shi Yanghui felt a little desperate.

How could such a kind and simple society like ours produce such cunning young people?

Is this right?
At this moment, Jiang Xian, whom Shi Yanghui wished to cut into pieces, was sitting in the office of Huang Yihe, the chief director of the 1985 Spring Festival Gala, drinking tea.

Huang Yihe was in high spirits. "We held a military parade this year, and the Olympic Games were also held in Los Angeles. For a country with more than one billion people like ours, it would be too shabby to hold the Spring Festival Gala in a studio. We must show a grand spectacle. I think it should be held in the Workers' Stadium. Isn't it bold!"

"How bold or not? It reminds me of an old friend." Jiang Xian looked up at him and felt that Huang Yihe was scheming.

However, unlike Zhang Yimou, Huang Yihe not only said it, he actually moved the Spring Festival Gala to the Workers' Stadium.

"We have secured a sponsorship of 50 yuan from the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, so we can hold a beautiful evening party at the Workers' Stadium for the people of the whole country!"

CCTV had no money to hold the gala, so it came up with an idea with the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China to issue "1985 Spring Festival Gala Sponsorship Commemorative Tickets" to large and medium-sized cities across the country.

This thing is similar to a lottery ticket. A 6-digit number is printed on the secondary ticket. If you win, you can go to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China to redeem the prize according to the instructions printed on it.

Jiang Xian was actually not very optimistic about Huang Yihe's plan for the Workers' Stadium. The Workers' Stadium was so big, and with the lighting and camera conditions these days, could the audience see it clearly in front of the TV?
Moreover, the heating in the Workers' Stadium is not working. The weather in Beijing is so cold that singers would shiver while singing on the stage.

But now that things have come to this, he can't discourage Huang Yihe's enthusiasm.

"Director Huang, I've taken a quick look at the script, it's all pretty good, but..."

"But what?"

Jiang Xian took a sip of tea and said seriously, "Do we have to invite Chen Chong? You know, she has been in the United States for so many years, and her ideology may have been influenced by that country. In such an important occasion, if she makes any shocking remarks, it will be too late to save her."

"Not really." Huang Yihe frowned.

“I think it’s better not to add this risk.”

Jiang Xian said: "There are so many good actors in China, why do we need to invite Chen Chong who has to go abroad?"

"This"

Huang Yihe was in a dilemma. "The news of inviting Chen Chong has spread. If we withdraw now, isn't this a slap in our own face?"

"Compared to the accidents that happened during the live broadcast, I think some unexpected situations in the guest lineup are nothing, and the audience will understand."

"I need to discuss this with my superiors again." Huang Yihe said.

After Jiang Xian said goodbye, Huang Yihe quickly went to ask Deputy Director Ruan Ruolin for her opinion on the matter.

"What could go wrong?"

Ruan Ruolin felt puzzled.

"What is this nonsense?"

"What does he mean?"

"Is it a problem to invite Chen Chong to the Spring Festival Gala? Or is it a problem not to invite Zhu Lin to the Spring Festival Gala?"

(End of this chapter)