1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 63 Don't be nervous, I'll just take a look

The next morning, Jiang Xian first called People's Literature in the message room and asked editor Wang Fu to read the manuscript, and then rode out on his bike.

On the south side of the road to Jiuye Mansion, there is a very conspicuous tall gatehouse. This is what Chen Zhongshi calls the "holy temple of the literary universe", No. 166 Chaoyang Street, People's Literature Publishing House.

Privately, the authors called the People's Literature magazine the "Royal Publication" and the People's Literature Publishing House the "Royal Publishing House."

I heard that when the air-raid shelter was being dug, the editors took turns to dig out a hole more than 20 meters long under the main building.

Jiang Xian left the car, carried his bag, went up to the second floor of the red brick building at the back, and found Room 216.

The door was open. Feng Jicai and a middle-aged female comrade were sitting in the room. He knocked on the door twice.

"Old Feng!"

"Hey, Jiang Xian is here?"

Feng Jicai pulled him in with great enthusiasm and introduced the female comrade: "This is the editor of Contemporary magazine, Liu Yin."

He was about to introduce Jiang Xian, but Liu Yin waved her hand and said, "I know writer Jiang. I had an appointment with him for a manuscript last year and even drank his tea."

Jiang Xian slapped his forehead and said, "I remember, I remember."

It’s just “1” in five pounds.

Feng Jicai brewed a cup of tea and brought it over. "Jiang Xian, what are you doing here at Renwenshe?"

"I'm here to hand in a manuscript to Wang Fu, the editor of People's Literature. I also came to visit you. I heard that you will be returning to Tianjin at the end of the year."

"You are so thoughtful." Feng Jicai was deeply moved. He had a deep affection for No. 166 Chaoyang Street. Later, every time he came to Beijing, he would stay here, even if he had to sleep on a chair in the office. It was as warm as home.

"Manuscript?" Liu Yin was a little anxious. "What manuscript? Why don't you submit it to Contemporary Magazine? Our Contemporary Magazine is not bad either."

"Contemporary" is indeed quite prestigious. In addition to the legendary magazine "People's Literature", the literary world also has the "Four Famous Dan Actresses", namely: "Harvest", "Huacheng", "Contemporary" and "October".

The role in "Harvest" is called "Laodan" because of its maturity and steadiness, the role in "Huacheng" is called "Huadan" because of its gracefulness, the role in "Dangdai" is called "Zhengdan" because of its self-confidence, and the role in "October" is called "Qingyi" because of its freshness and elegance.

There are also "West Lake", "Writers", "Mountain Flowers" and "Youth Literature" and they are collectively known as the "Four Little Flowers" among literary journals.

From this, it can be inferred that "Reader", "Yi Lin", "Zhiyin" and "Youth Digest" are collectively known as the "Four ___" among literary journals.

Facing Liu Yin's "jealousy", Jiang Xian was somewhat helpless, "I have an appointment with editor Wang Fu, and I haven't published any work in People's Literature yet."

"You are so young, why rush? There will always be one that can be published in the future." Liu Yin acted like a senior in the workplace, giving advice first and then showing concern, "Come, let me help you look at the manuscript first."

"This"

Jiang Xian hesitated. He wanted to submit his article to People's Literature. What if Liu Yin saw it?

What should I do if she falls in love with me?
"Look at you, kid." Liu Yin smiled kindly, "Can I steal your manuscript?
Don't be nervous, I'll just take a look, don't worry."

"Just look, don't you want?"

Jiang Xian frowned.

Why does this sound so familiar? It's like he's coaxing a little girl.

"Teacher Liu"

Liu Yin came up to him and picked his bag. "Writer Jiang, don't worry. I know Wang Fu, the editor of People's Literature. I will explain it to her for you. I will pass it to her as soon as I finish reading it today. Oh, it's so thick?!
This must be more than 100,000 words, right? "

“One hundred and ninety thousand words.

Teacher Liu, please give the manuscript to editor Wang Fu after you finish reading it!"

"Don't worry, don't worry. How could I cheat on you? Once something is said, it can't be taken back." Liu Yin hurried out with the manuscript.

Once something is said, it cannot be taken back. That’s what I mean.

but--

There is usually another half sentence before it: A real man.

Wang Fu was familiar with her, if he wasn't, it would be difficult for her to snatch it.

The second floor of the back building is the site of Contemporary Magazine. Liu Yin sat down on her sofa with a thick stack of manuscripts in her hands.

This sofa was made for her by her husband, Yan Gang, the editor-in-chief of the Literary Gazette.

"Xiao Wang, are you so diligent in revising the manuscript?" Liu Yin greeted the author at the next table.

This man has a round head and wears glasses. His name is Wang Weiguo, a writer from Shaanxi. He has a manuscript titled "A Thrilling Scene". At that time, he wrote to Liu Yin, saying, "This work has been rejected by many magazines. If "Contemporary" doesn't use it, he will bid farewell to literature in this life."

After reading it, Liu Yin quickly recommended it to the editor-in-chief Qin Zhaoyang. After reading it, Mr. Qin immediately asked Wang Weiguo to come to No. 166 to revise the manuscript.

"Didn't I tell you to play in the capital for a few days?"

Wang Weiguo smiled straightforwardly, "Let's revise the manuscript first. If I don't revise it, I won't be able to sleep well." "Child, it's not a good thing to be so heavy-hearted."

Liu Yin shook her head, took a sip of hot tea, held the thick manuscript as a piece of cake, and began to read it.

"Furong Town?"

“This name is so ordinary.”

The title of the book did not arouse Liu Yin's interest very much. She continued reading and saw a line of text.

[In this world, if you don’t step on me and I don’t step on you, we can’t survive. ——Introduction]
boom!
Liu Yin was shocked.

This introduction was like a ferocious tiger, roaring so hard that her whole body trembled and her soul trembled.

She stared at the introduction for a long time, her heart full of emotions. She pursed her lips, wanting to say something but not saying it.

With great interest, she continued to flip through the pages, and the only sound around her was the sound of turning pages.

Wang Weiguo carefully compared the annotations made by editor Meng Weizai and made revisions.

There are some rules for revising the article at this time. You need to cut off the revised part with scissors and then glue the rewritten part back together.
"boom!"

A loud thump on the table broke the silence.

Wang Weiguo was startled, raised his head and looked at Liu Yin innocently, not understanding why she suddenly lost her temper. He raised his hand and hit the table hard.

"Feel sorry."

Liu Yin really couldn't control herself. Li Guoxiang, Wang Qiushe and Dou Baoying were in cahoots with each other. These three pests in Furong Town brought back bad memories for her.

Continue to read the story later -

The overall situation has been decided, and Li Guoxiang has been promoted to a higher level. The work has been divided and she is in charge of the work in Furong Town.

However, everything has changed. Li Guoxiang wondered if the experiences, methods and tricks he had learned in the classroom were outdated and useless.

She acted calm and composed during the day, but at night she developed the habit of grinding her teeth in her sleep, making a lot of noise.

Regarding the work in Furong Town, she used the old method again and took action against Wang Qiushe. Wang Qiushe then exposed Dou Baoying, the poisonous snake, and it turned out that the two of them had problems with their work style.

Li Guoxiang was furious, "You followed this lazy snake, what will happen to you!"

Dou Baoying, with her big belly, snorted coldly, "Don't act so noble! I'm afraid you're jealous that I stole your lover."

"If you dare to talk nonsense again!" Li Guoxiang raised his hand high.

"If you want to fight me, then use the same method you used against Hu Yuyin on me."

Li Guoxiang, a pioneer who always has a bird's-eye view, failed to keep up with the situation quickly and promptly this time. The erroneous work of Furong Town was reported and the document was quickly approved.

"Li Guoxiang ran back from the rain, shouting all over the street, didn't you know?"

"What are you shouting?"

"What's the meaning of 'letting the big one run away and catching the small one'? This time God has punished him. This bastard is just like Wang Qiushe, he has gone crazy!"

"She deserves to be crazy! It would be better if she went out to wander the streets with Wang Qiushe. I want to see who she will look at, Dou Baoying, that poisonous snake."

As the couple was talking, they suddenly heard a loud rumbling sound like a building collapsing in the raging wind and rain outside the window!

"Whose house collapsed?" Li Mangeng shuddered. Wuzala's face turned pale with fear. On the ancient bluestone street, most of the wooden shops were in disrepair. Whose house had been hit by a disaster again!
Li Mangeng rolled up his trouser legs, put on a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat and prepared to go out.

On the street, Dou Baoying was heard holding her belly, her clothes wet, and shouting in a shrill voice as if announcing good news:
"The stilt house collapsed! The stilt house collapsed——!"

(End of the book)

"call."

After reading the entire novel, Liu Yin felt as if she had lost all her strength, trembling and excited.

Jiang Xian, a representative of avant-garde writers, can write mainstream articles so amazingly and so sharply?
This story is like a sharp knife, straightforward and straightforward, cutting straight into people's hearts!
Especially the last ending, the three pests in Furong Town, Li Guoxiang, Wang Qiushe and Dou Baoying, all died a bad end.

Dou Baoying, Dou Baoying
All the evil things Li Guoxiang did finally became her retribution!

It's really applauded and exciting.

“Such a great article.”

"It was buried by People's Literature."

“It must be left to Contemporary!”

This adaptation is more difficult than I thought, because "Furong Town" is full of 404s every three sentences, so I can only express it as simply as possible.

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(End of this chapter)