1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 67 The fourth sequence is coming!
"I remember you are from Beijing, right? How come you describe the scenery of western Hunan so vividly? Have you ever worked in a production team there?"

Everything has a motivation, so writers naturally need inspiration to write. They can't just say it was a dream like Mr. Liu Xinwu.

Fortunately, Jiang Xian had prepared an excuse.

He smacked his lips and spat a lot at the air.

"This has to start from when I started to adapt Border Town. I read it very deeply at that time. Whether it was the small mountain town 'Chadong' in the book with drizzling rain or Mr. Shen Congwen's style and language, they all deeply attracted me."

"'Furong Town' does have some of the charm of 'Border Town'." Wang Fu gradually came to some understanding.

"Later, I went to Xiangxi with the crew to shoot. It was a coincidence that a famous incident happened there. There was an auntie who ran a rice tofu stall. She was kind and had a good business, but she was squeezed out by the manager of a state-owned restaurant on the same street."

"Zhenxi City!"

Wang Fu suddenly realized.

The incident in Zhenxian City caused a sensation across the country, and even the Red Flag magazine wrote an editorial about it.

"Red Flag" magazine is the highest theoretical publication and the predecessor of "Qiushi".

"So you were inspired by this incident to write the two characters Hu Yuyin and Li Guoxiang."

"Yes."

"I see."

Wang Fu already had some admiration for the young writer Jiang.

His articles are not only literary, but also social and self-aware.

He should be the leading figure among this generation of writers, right? !

"Writer Jiang, there is something I need to tell you. People's Literature really cannot publish 19 words of content at once. We plan to serialize Furong Town in four issues."

Wang Fu was worried that he might have concerns, so he added, "Don't worry, if it's serialized, the discussion and attention will definitely not be low."

"Four episodes?" Jiang Xian pondered for a moment. "It just so happens that "Furong Town" has four chapters, corresponding to four eras. This arrangement is quite appropriate."

Wang Fu heaved a sigh of relief and continued, "The publishing house has discussed it and wants to have Furong Town released before the Writers' Congress."

Jiang Xian smiled.

This is to urge him to revise the manuscript quickly.

The National Congress of Writers and Artists opened on October 10 and will last until November 30. The first day was a meeting of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, followed by the group members of the Federation: the Writers Association, the Dramatists Association, the Music Association, the Music Association, and the Film Association. Each of them held a congress and finally closed the congress.

By the way, among the existing group member units of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, the Writers Association holds a core position.

The chairman of the Writers Association is the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and the Writers Association holds its congress together with the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Later, the number of member organizations of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles increased and became so diverse that people often got confused.

He Saifei once lost her temper on a show and angrily criticized the chaos in the opera world. Many netizens were outraged and immediately rushed to the Chinese Opera Association, thinking that the Chinese Opera Association must be in charge of opera, and they also rushed to the association's chairmen Jiang Kun and Feng Gong.

In fact, the Chinese Music Association is quite innocent.

The full name of the Chinese Folk Art Association is the Chinese Folk Art Association, which has nothing to do with opera. Opera belongs to the Dramatists Association, also known as the Dramatists Association.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I will correct it as soon as possible."

"Okay." Wang Fu smiled. "As for the payment, Writer Jiang, you also understand the current situation. The price is not as high as before."

In the 50s, writers were definitely considered a “high-income class” and were listed as one of the “three best and three best”.

Lao She, Zhang Henshui, Ai Qing... many writers at that time used their royalties to buy their own courtyard houses.

There was another story at that time. There was a writer who resigned from his job because of the high remuneration and many trivial tasks at work. He took his wife and children to the countryside, ready to devote himself to literature. As a result, a "society" was established as soon as he arrived in the countryside, and he still had to work every day.

"We will definitely give you the greatest preferential treatment and give it to you according to the standard of a famous master worth 7 yuan."

"I understand, I understand." Jiang Xian nodded repeatedly. He was already very satisfied with the price of 7 yuan. At least it proved that the work he modified did not lose its quality.

"By the way, Mr. Wang, there is one more thing I want to ask you."

"Writer Jiang, you go ahead."

"I want to join the Writers Association." "Now?" Wang Fu frowned. "You should wait until the end of the Writers Congress. You know, the Writers Association has not yet been truly restored. Although it has been relaxed now, who can predict what will happen in the future?"

This is definitely a friendly reminder.

From Wang Fu's perspective, the road ahead is full of fog, full of variables and unknowns.

It can be seen how important this National Congress of Literature and Art is. The future direction of the literary and art circles depends entirely on the tone set by this conference.

Jiang Xian was not in a hurry to go in, and asked again: "Teacher Wang, can I attend the literary congress?"

Jiang Xian really wants to go and take a look.

Remember that old man will also be attending the meeting
Wang Fu glanced at him and said, "If you want to participate in this literary congress, you must first be elected as a representative of the Beijing literary and art circles. You are not a member of the Writers Association yet, so it is best to find some senior predecessors in the literary and art circles to help you speak in the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Although I think there should be a quota for you, and you should be allowed to attend as a representative of young writers, but how can we know what the higher-ups are thinking? There is a lot of room for everyone, and there are so many writers in Beijing, who knows which one they will have to take care of. Anything could happen, right?"

The payment slip came down very quickly.

1351 yuan!
This is the first time that Jiang Xian’s book received over a thousand dollars in royalties!
The assets doubled directly.

He took Zhu Lin to the Bank of China at Longfu Temple to withdraw money. The counter clerk wearing big sleeves looked at him in surprise, as if he was looking at a lucky monster.

现在用的是62年发行的第三套人民币，1角、2角、5角、1元、2元、5元、10元7种，分币则仍采用第二套的。

The 10 yuan note is commonly known as "Great Unity", and its official name is "People's Representatives Step Out of the Great Hall".

"Let's go to the Trust Store," Jiang Xian suggested, "and see if there are any suitable clothes on sale. You can help my sister choose one."

"You're so good to your sister."

"Tell me if you like any of them."

"That's not what I meant." Zhu Lin sat on the back of his bicycle, her hands around his waist, "I can support myself. I made a lot of money this month, plus the subsidy of 45 yuan."

"Not bad."

"of course."

"Comrade Xiao Zhu, you have almost finished shooting all the scenes, what are your plans after filming Border Town?"

"Just wait and see. If there are movies to shoot, I'll continue to shoot. If there are no movies to shoot, I'll go back to work. I have a good attitude."

"Have you ever thought about transferring to the Beijing Film Studio?"

"They didn't want me."

This made Jiang Xian feel a little ashamed.

Logically speaking, at this time, Zhu Lin had already been spotted by the Xi'an Film Studio to star in the movie "Traitor", but his butterfly wings had fanned away her opportunity.

"They all have no vision. Only I know that you are a treasure." Jiang Xian lowered his head and squeezed her hand around his waist.

Zhu Lin was a little moved by what she heard and gently put her face against his back.

"When I go home this time, I plan to tell my parents about us."

"Well, I'm fine with that."

"Who asked you?" His Majesty glared with his almond-shaped eyes, smiling and angry.

Jiang Xian stepped on the brakes, and she was caught off guard and hugged him tightly.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, you are so bad!"

"Haha."

The warm summer breeze blew slowly, and Jiang Xian was intoxicated by this peaceful and beautiful love of the 70s.

There was a sudden sound in my head.

"A fourth synthetic route has been revealed:"

“[Tang Dynasty] + [Fruit] = Novella “???””

(I have set up a book club. Friends who like to join the group can join it. I put the group number in the introduction.)
(End of this chapter)