1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 476 Zhu Lin wants to audition?
It can be seen that "Huacheng" attaches great importance to the novel "Ordinary World".

The cost of holding a work seminar can be said to be quite huge.

Not only do we have to find a venue, we also have to invite some writers and critics who are well-known and influential in the cultural circle to attend.

This is certainly not an easy task.

It can be said that a magazine's holding of a seminar for a work is the magazine's biggest investment in the work.

"It's this manuscript." Su Chen handed a stack of manuscripts to Jiang Xian, which was the first part of "Ordinary World".

"Oh? How do you feel about the writing?" Jiang Xian took over the heavy manuscript. Although he had read it countless times, as a time traveler, he still asked casually as if he had never read it.

"Um"

Su Chen was silent for a while, then hesitantly said, "To be honest, many editors at Huacheng feel that this novel is not up to Lu Yao's standards."

"Not up to Lu Yao's standards?"

"Yes."

Su Chen said: "Have you read his novel Life? It is so well written. When I finished reading it, I told our editor that this novel not only moved me, but also moved God.

But the Ordinary World is not quite up to snuff. Lu Yao told us that he approached several publishing houses, but they all rejected his manuscript. Finally, he had no choice but to find us.

Jiang Xian listened to him quietly and said, "You haven't told me how you feel yet."

"I don't think it can be called a masterpiece, which is a bit of an exaggeration, but it can be considered a good work, so I advocated holding this seminar. Given the quality of this novel and Lu Yao's fame, this work should have some influence."

Su Chen spoke for a long time, and finally added: "Of course, I said this not to say that Lu Yao's writing standards have declined. I understand that it is too difficult to surpass such a good work as "Life". Many old writers said that this novel is Lu Yao's unsurpassed pinnacle, and perhaps Lu Yao will never be able to surpass it in his lifetime."

The two chatted for a long time. Jiang Xian agreed to attend the work discussion meeting and took Su Chen to have a simple meal at his home.

As soon as Su Chen left, he couldn't wait to open the stack of "Ordinary World" that Su Chen gave him.

"It was an ordinary day in February or March of 1975. Fine rain mixed with a few snowflakes was falling heavily on the ground.

The season is almost approaching the Waking of Insects, so of course the snow will no longer remain. It often disappears without a trace before it even hits the ground.

The cold and long winter on the Loess Plateau seems to be over, but the truly warm spring is still a long way off."

Zhu Lin cleaned up the dishes and coaxed the little emperor to sleep. Then she put on her clothes, came to the living room and sat down beside Jiang Xian.

"What are you looking at? You look so fascinated."

"Isn't this what Su Chen from Huacheng gave me during the day? It's Lu Yao's new novel."

"It's from Lu Yao."

Zhu Lin knew that Jiang Xian and Lu Yao had a close relationship. "How is it? You are so focused on reading it. It must be well written."

"it is good."

Jiang Xian thought about it and felt that the word "good" alone was not enough to describe the excellence of this novel.

"This is an immortal masterpiece, an epic of the times!"

"Is it true? Is it so good?" Zhu Lin was surprised.

How well must this be written to earn such an evaluation from my husband, a great writer.

"Do you see it?"

"I"

Zhu Lin was eager to try, and then she thought of something else, "Forget it, I have to go to audition tomorrow."

"Audition? What movie?"

Jiang Xian then realized that maybe because the family had been enjoying themselves for too long, she hadn't paid much attention to Zhu Lin's career.

"A movie from Shanghai Film Studio."

Zhu Lin asked, "You know 'The Smile of a Troubled Man', right?"

"Impressed."

This was a film made several years ago and was quite influential at the time. It tells the story of an honest journalist, Fu Bin, who doesn't want to tell lies but can't remain silent, so he falls into endless distress. It's a bit absurd.

"The director of this film is Yang Yanjin, who is planning to shoot a new film, The Private Life of a Female Mayor."

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Jiang Xian looked up at Zhu Lin and asked, "Is this movie serious?"

"Serious?"

Zhu Lin was still unable to react to Jiang Xian's question, "What do you mean by serious or not?"

"Private life, is this something that can be filmed and shown to others?"

".What are you thinking about?"

After all, Zhu Lin had been to the United States and had been exposed to some of the world's most advanced film and television content. When she heard Jiang Xian's words, she suddenly reacted and realized the meaning of his words. Her little face flushed and her eyes were full of shame and anger.

"It's about a woman mayor who is so busy with work that she doesn't have time to take care of her family, which leads to a series of troubles. It's a family ethics comedy."

Jiang Xian listened quietly and shook his head, "You can't make this kind of movie."

"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you that it's not what you think? Can our country film that kind of thing?"

"I mean, with your status, it's really cheap to make this kind of movie."

Jiang Xian said: "You are a movie queen, so the movies you are invited to shoot must be those that have the potential to enter the Golden Rooster or Hundred Flowers Awards."

"But, but I haven't made a movie for many years." A trace of unconfidence flashed across Zhu Lin's face.

"what happened?"

"No, it's okay."

"call."

Jiang Xian put down the manuscript in his hand, put his arm around Zhu Lin's waist, and said softly, "We are a couple, what's wrong? Is there anything you can't tell me?"

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Zhu Lin looked up at him and sighed, "I was thinking, I haven't made a movie in so many years. After Nian Nian, I only made two TV series, which have not been released yet. I have disappeared from the screen for so long, and there are still movies willing to ask me to act in them. It's already pretty good."

Hearing Zhu Lin say this, Jiang Xian felt a little guilty, but before he could say anything, Zhu Lin spoke first:

"Don't think that my family has held me back. I've never thought of that."

She gently held Jiang Xian's arm and whispered like a little animal:

"No matter how successful my career is or how many movies I make, it is far from being as good as having you and Nian Nian. I am already satisfied with you two in my life. You two are my greatest achievement in life."

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In the dead of night, Jiang Xian couldn't help but feel numb when he heard his lover say such warm words beside him.

"That's a very good point. I'll give you a kiss as a reward."

"Virtue."

Zhu Lin smiled and dodged, "Don't come on."

But with that little strength she had, there was no way she could escape from Jiang Xian's arms, as the little man held her in his arms.

"Don't you sleep every year? What are you afraid of?"

"I"

As their eyes met, Jiang Xian could feel Zhu Lin's breath on his face becoming increasingly hotter.

"Your Majesty, didn't you agree to live with me and enjoy all the happiness in the world?"

After making love, the two of them lay down on the bed, leaning against each other. "You turned down the audition tomorrow, didn't you?" Jiang Xian said.

Zhu Lin's face was still slightly flushed. "Didn't I tell you? It's not some messed up movie."

"I know, but there's no point in making a movie like this for you. Your time is too valuable."

"I"

Zhu Lin wanted to say something else, but Jiang Xian kissed her lips, and she swallowed her words in grievance.

"Okay, just listen to me, okay? I'll help you find a suitable one."

"you help me?"

Zhu Lin bit her lip and said, "But."

"But what?"

Jiang Xian stroked her hair. "We are a couple. Isn't it normal for us to help each other? We are all family. Why are you afraid of owing me something? If you really feel bad, just work harder when the time comes."

"you"

When Zhu Lin heard this, her face was filled with shame and anger, but at the same time, her eyes were filled with happiness.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

A few days later, Jiang Xian came to the Yanjing Hotel.

The meal was attended by leaders of the Writers Association such as Guang Weiran, Chen Huangmei, and Feng Mu, as well as almost all the employees of People's Literature and People's Digest.

In addition, there are many authors who have already gained some fame in the literary world, including Hong Feng, Fan Xiaoqing, Deng Gang, Wang Zhaojun, Li Hangyu, Can Xue, Song Xuewu, Qiao Liang, Wang Shuzeng, Wang Yi, Shi Ding, Tan Fucheng, and Shi Tao.
Today is the day to practice with editor-in-chief Wang Meng.

"I won't say more."

After sitting down, Wang Meng picked up the wine glass.

"Looking back on the time when I first took up the position of editor-in-chief of People's Literature, it really seems like yesterday. During this period, I have many regrets, for example, after working for so long, I still haven't been able to get the ideal manuscripts from the 'popular' female writers such as Zhang Jie, Wang Anyi and Zhang Kangkang."

Everyone laughed.

Jiang Xian looked at Wang Meng quietly, and Wang Meng also looked at Jiang Xian.

"I am not qualified as the editor-in-chief. I only finished the third issue."

“But the current status of People’s Literature is what I expected, and I hope that comrades can continue to maintain the publishing style of this publication.”

"Let the mainstream be more brilliant, let the tributaries be brighter, let the vanguard be safer, let the rear guard be more impressive, let the spirit be freer, and let the emotions be healthier."

"it is good!"

The others applauded loudly.

This applause is absolutely sincere.

Although Wang Meng's tenure was short, under his leadership, the status of People's Literature was completely changed.

Before 1985, Shanghai's "Harvest" and "Shanghai Literature" played the role of benchmarks in literary progress.

Now that Wang Meng has stepped down as editor-in-chief of People's Literature, this situation has been completely reversed.

Today, People's Literature, the "royal publication", has truly become the banner and benchmark of domestic literature.

In the eyes of comrades at People's Literature, Wang Meng may not be the best writer, but she is the best editor-in-chief.

Of course, the current achievement of People's Literature is also inseparable from the contribution of another person.

Cui Daoyi shifted his gaze to Jiang Xian.

He knew that in recent days, Jiang Xian's name had been mentioned many times in the China Writers Association's discussion on the next editor-in-chief of People's Literature.

Wang Meng, who is about to step down, also strongly recommended him.

This recommendation carries a lot of weight.

Wang Meng's current way of speaking is completely different from before.

After the banquet, most people left. Jiang Xian sat together with Wang Meng, Chen Huangmei, Guang Weiran and other comrades who held important positions in the Writers Association, smoking and chatting.

The sky was filled with green smoke, and Jiang Xian was in a trance for a moment.

Once upon a time, everyone here was a peak that he needed to look up to.

Even if we are not on an equal footing with them now, we already have the capital to sit down and talk with them.

"I still recommend Comrade Jiang Xian to succeed me as the editor-in-chief of People's Literature."

Wang Meng said: "A comrade recommended Comrade Liu Xinwu. It is true that Comrade Liu Xinwu has sufficient work experience, but in terms of ability and qualifications, Comrade Jiang Xian is not inferior to Comrade Xinwu."

"what do you think?"

After listening to Wang Meng's words, Guang Weiran turned his gaze to Jiang Xian.

"If the organization gives you this burden, do you dare to take it up?"

"In recent years, I have personally experienced the changes in People's Literature."

Jiang Xian took a puff of cigarette and said with a firm look:

"I have feelings for this publication. If the organization requires me to take on this task, I will definitely not let it down."

"Ah."

Guang Weiran nodded, very satisfied with Jiang Xian's answer.

Today's occasion was not formal enough and we were just testing the idea, so the matter of being the editor-in-chief of People's Literature was not discussed for long.

During the chat, Chen Huangmei suddenly mentioned:
"Recently, a director from Europe submitted two filming plans to us. One plan was for the novel "The Fate of Man" by French writer André Malraux.

Malraux is an old friend of ours. I met him before when he came to China. He was very cordial."

André Malraux is a famous French writer and former French Minister of Culture.

This old revolutionary base in France is a special place for many people in our country.

Because many of Malraux's works were about our revolution and he even created the classic image of a revolutionary, many people had friendships with Malraux. Based on this friendship and Malraux's special affection for China, after the founding of New China, André Malraux had a very good relationship with us.

"This is good."

"Mr. Malraux has passed away for many years. It is very meaningful to make a film like this to commemorate him and the friendship between China and France."

After listening to Chen Huangmei's story, everyone present was full of admiration and strongly agreed to film Malraux's works.

"What about the other shooting plan?" Jiang Xian asked.

"another one."

Chen Huangmei flicked the ash off his cigarette and moved his lips slightly. "The other one is a bit ridiculous. This director actually wants to film the life of an emperor."

"The life of an emperor?"

When these words were spoken, everyone's jaws dropped.

“Can this be filmed randomly?”

"Who?"

"Which emperor?"

Amidst the questions raised by the crowd, Chen Huangmei revealed the answer:

"The last emperor."

"Puyi."

(End of this chapter)