1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 95 Do You Really Need Me to Treat You?
"I read your novel "Furong Town", it's very profound. What's the ending like? Can you tell me about it?"

This time he met Jiang Zilon, a writer from Tianjin. Jiang Xian had the impression that Jiang Zilon was quite bold. After hearing Jiang Xian's story about the haunted house, he decided to go and find out what was going on that night.

At the meeting, the first sentence he said was: "I came from the cold winter to the warmth of spring."

Although his "Record of Director Qiao's Taking Office" caused a sensation after its publication, it was also criticized in his hometown of Tianjin. The Tianjin X News published 14 pages of articles to denounce him.

"Another one has been serialized, so you should wait for the 12th issue of People's Literature." Jiang Xian declined politely.

As soon as the 11th issue of People's Literature was published, Furong Town became completely popular, because in this issue, Hu Yuyin and Qin Shutian in this novel finally came together, sweeping the streets in misery, and at the lowest point of their fate, they straightened their backs, stood in the rain, and loudly shouted out that sentence -

"Live like an animal!"

All readers were moved.

As a result, "Furong Town" has become a topic of discussion frequently mentioned by delegates to the National Congress of Writers and Artists.

Young writers Han Shaogong and Kong Jiesheng, children's writer Huang Qingyun, and a group of writers from the Writers Association gathered in a corner chatting.

"I thought it was a story about the simple and honest nature of the landscape and human nature, but I didn't expect it to be written like this later."

"Big era, small characters. This Li Guoxiang is interesting. I think she looks a lot like her."

"Stop talking like that and look at where you are."

"Human nature. I think Jiang Xian is really good at writing about human nature."

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Jiang Xian lurked nearby and listened secretly.

It feels quite flattering to listen to a bunch of great writers talking about me here.

“I don’t think much of this novel.”

A literary predecessor popped up.

This person was a senior editor of Wenhui Daily, and he started to make harsh comments.

"The fact that Qin Shutian and Hu Yuyin are in love is a complete failure! A complete failure!"

"What he writes has never been very good. His articles and poems are all ruffian-like. This time he pretended to write a reflective literature, but the Qin Shutian he wrote about is nothing but a ruffian!"

Jiang Zilong found this a bit harsh and pulled Jiang Xian, "Don't listen to him. This kind of person is like a mosquito. If you slap him to death, you will bleed yourself."

"There are a thousand Hamlets among a thousand readers. If someone says that my book is not good, I certainly can't beat him up." Jiang Xian laughed: "I have always been generous and never bear grudges."

"Okay, you are very magnanimous." Jiang Zilong was impressed and felt that this was someone who could accomplish things.

That night we watched an internal film: "The Dove", an American film that Jiang Xian had never seen before. It tells the story of a young, determined, hopeful and aspiring young man who sets out on a thrilling round-the-world sailing trip on the sailboat "The Dove".

The film was a huge flop in the United States, receiving rave reviews and performing extremely poorly at the box office, causing the director to end his producing career.

Strangely enough, this movie became popular not only inside the country but also outside it, and became all the rage in several other countries, including China.

F1 really likes it. She really loves movies and she especially praises this movie.

As soon as the film ended.

Several young writers started discussing the pros and cons of the movie and found it very inspiring. The movie was magnificent, youthful, masculine and inspiring!
They gave it positive reviews.

"Writer Jiang, what do you think?" Jiang Zilon asked.

"It's quite touching. He understands the psychology of us young people." Jiang Xian commented.

"Ah."

“Is this the psychology of young people?”

The old man jumped out again, and his harsh voice was even more harsh.

"When this woman saw her boyfriend, she jumped into the sea to hug him regardless of everything. Is this called the psychology of young people?"

"It couldn't be uglier."

Several writers immediately found this offensive and were quite indignant, but none of them stood up.

Except Jiang Xian.

He looked around. Did you hear it all? Did you hear it all?
He was the one who scolded me first!
"Are you trying to be nice?" Jiang Xian stepped forward, looking down at the man.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do?" The man looked panicked.

"Today, we are organizing everyone to watch a movie. This is a decision made by the leaders at all levels. The leaders arranged for everyone to watch this movie. There is a deep meaning behind it. They hope that everyone can learn the inspirational spirit in the movie.

You are always babble and act sarcastic. Why didn't I call you to the meeting?
Are you against everyone obeying the arrangements of their superiors?
Are you against everyone learning the leadership's instructions?"

As hats flew past one after another, Lao Deng's eyes widened immediately.

"Bullshit, when did I ever oppose my superiors?"

"Bullshit! You are so arrogant. Why are you pretending to be so high and mighty, looking down on this young man and that young man? Look at your behavior! I can beat you up on behalf of the people!"

"What are you doing? Do you want to fight? I'll call someone and tell you!" The man shouted a few times in a timid manner.

Jiang Xian raised his arm and pretended to hit him, but Jiang Zilong quickly stopped him, so he had to point at the guy with his other hand.

"I deserve to beat you today!

We obeyed the arrangement to study, but you messed up here. We united the literary and artistic front, but you brought up Fdui here.

what do you mean?

Do you want to do Fd?
I'm going to write a dzb for you!"

"you you you"

Lao Deng was so anxious that he couldn't speak, and his face turned red and white.

He was scared, extremely scared, after all, there was a familiar shadow looming over him.

He is so confident in making decisions about the country, simply because he relies on his seniority and wants to regain his former status.

I didn't expect to meet someone with rich experience in struggle.

The group of young and middle-aged writers who were watching the whole process were almost shouting in admiration. Jiang Xian's words really made them feel proud.

Liu Xinwu also witnessed the whole process. He mixed in the crowd and shrank his neck.

Only Jiang Zilong swallowed his saliva as if he had guessed something.

Oh shit.

I haven't done anything to offend him, right?

"What are you doing here?"

Just as the noise was going on, Feng Mu and several veteran writers rushed over after hearing the noise and glanced at Jiang Xian.

"Come here with me."

"Hey." Jiang Xian hurried over, looking so cute.

Lao Deng's expression was ferocious.

At this moment, he was surrounded by a group of people. His face felt as if he had been slapped and was burning. He straightened his Zhongshan suit, tried hard to maintain his last bit of decency, and hurried away with his tail between his legs.

"You are really restless." This was the first thing Feng Mu said. "A writer like you shouldn't charge forward so fiercely. It's easy to be sucked into the vortex."

"Well, I'm here to see you, so I have the confidence."

Feng Mu is the secretary of the Writers Association. He always has a frown on his face and seldom smiles. He seems to be difficult to approach, but that is not the case.

He is a man who is more aggressive than anyone else, and is the one who loves to speak up for justice. He is very caring towards young writers and is always worried that young writers will be too aggressive and get hurt. Of course, he also has his flaws and is limited in his thinking.

"Why haven't you joined the Writers Association yet? You haven't even submitted an application form!"

“No one invited me.”

"Why? Do you have to ask me to treat you?"

Feng Mu's tone sounded somewhat like criticism, but in fact, his words were a little insincere.

Jiang Xian could tell what he meant from his tone:
Join the Writers Association and I will protect you, understand?
(The story of watching "The Dove" is true, and the following wave is also true, but Jiang Xian did not come out to fight back at that time.)
(The first order is a little lower than expected, but it doesn’t matter. My book doesn’t attract a lot of readers, but the retention rate is high. The editor also said that the writing is fine, but the pace may be slow.

I will continue to strive for the results with 10,000 points every day. I am sincere. Please help me to subscribe and support me.)
(End of this chapter)