1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 96 Do you want a house?

The representatives all stayed in hotels at night, with several adjacent regions staying in the same building.

"No one invited you, so if I invite you myself, you won't ignore my kindness, right?" Feng Mu said.

"You are embarrassing me." Jiang Xian asked humbly, "Comrade Feng Mu, is it too fast? I think according to the process, I still need to enter the Beijing Writers Association first."

"That's not necessary. It's unnecessary."

Feng Mu waved his hand and said proudly: "You have published so many works, so no one will have any objection to joining the China Writers Association directly."

The two of them were strolling on the grass. Critic Yan Gang and several old members of the Writers Association also came over.

Yan Gang is a famous critic and once worked as a literary editor at the Literary Gazette, which is known as the "barometer of the literary world."

“Didn’t join the Writers Association?”

After hearing this from Feng Mu, Yan Gang hurriedly said, "Jiang Xian, you are an excellent young writer. How can you not join the Writers Association? Of course you have to join our writers' team!"

As he spoke, he patted his chest and said, "Well, go back and write an application, and don't worry about the rest. I'll do it for you."

"Yes, let Yan Gang help you." Feng Mu also spoke up, "The process requires two introducers. Yan Gang and I will write an introduction for you. It's nothing more than a few words and a few signatures. Your ability is obvious to all."

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When the other senior writers saw this rare scene, they looked at each other in surprise.

Feng Mu personally invited me to join the Writers Association?

This is definitely an honor!

You know, among the people in charge of the literary world today, Feng Mu must have a place. The look he gave Jiang Xian was full of envy.

"Writer Xiao Jiang, you are so lucky that Old Feng and Old Yan both rushed to introduce you. At that time, I wanted to join the Writers Association, so I specially invited that old guy Lu Wenfu to have a meal of steamed pork with rice flour. That old guy is the most enthusiastic when it comes to eating, but he procrastinates when it comes to doing things."

"Old Lu is famous for his greed."

"Old Yan, you are wasting your time. Secretary Feng has personally asked Comrade Jiang Xian to join the Writers Association, so why should we go through any other procedures? If you still want to be the introducer, be careful that Old Feng will make things difficult for you."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The older generation jokes with each other, so naturally no one gets annoyed.

Yan Gang coughed twice and said, "We still have to go through the process. Jiang Xian, this matter is settled."

Jiang Xian showed a kind expression, "You've already said this. If I say I don't want to join the Writers Association, wouldn't that be hypocritical?"

It was Feng Mu and Yan Gang, two big guys who kindly invited him to endorse him, so Jiang Xian naturally had nothing to be shy about.

"Thank you both for your trouble." He nodded in thanks.

"No problem." Feng Mu explained, "You are the representative of young writers from Beijing at this literary congress. This quota was originally allocated from the Writers Association. If you don't join the Writers Association, then our Writers Association will have made a loss."

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Jiang Xian cursed the old fox inwardly.

He thought Feng Mu had come up with this idea on a whim, but it turned out that he had been thinking about him for a long time.

Jiang Xian was dragged by a group of veteran writers into Comrade Feng Mu's hotel and had a small tea party, which was not really a tea party, just a simple eating of melon seeds, drinking tea and chatting.

"There is a saying at this literary congress." One of the old men told a joke.

"The delegates are all saying that our Writers Association has sent three weirdos to the Writers Congress."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"What weirdo?"

"Oh, there are still three!"

"These three weirdos are the tall weirdo Feng Jicai, who is the tallest, and the short weirdo Zhong Jieying, who is the shortest." "That's true." The old men all laughed, "What about the other one?"

"There's also He Da from Hong Kong, the most resistant to cold."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Jiang Xian understood immediately.

At this literary congress, this Hong Kong poet was quite eye-catching, appearing in just a pair of white shorts.

Then they quickly talked about their works, and talked about "Furong Town". Feng Mu mentioned that he read this novel in the hotel last night and was deeply shocked.

"Among the recent reflective literary works, this is a very profound one!"

"You're too kind." Jiang Xian said modestly.

"Li Guoxiang is very good. This character is very vivid, cruel inside, and good at psychological blackmail. However."

Feng Mu paused, thought for a moment, and then changed the subject.

"But if there is a positive character in this novel who can rival Li Guoxiang, the ideological level of this novel will be higher."

A group of people fell into thought.

Jiang Xian and Yan Gang took the hotel elevator together. When they got downstairs, they walked along the grass and chatted for a while.

Feng Mu felt a little bored staying in the room alone, so he put on his clothes and walked downstairs. As he was walking, he heard a familiar voice not far away.
"Comrade Jiang Xian, you don't have to listen to Comrade Feng Mu's advice just now."

Yan Gang said earnestly: "Think about it, in that period, is there anyone who could really go against someone like Li Guoxiang? How is it possible?

If you force a positive character into the story, the tragic power of the novel will be gone, and the reality of life will be gone, don’t you think?

Jiang Xian pondered for a moment and nodded, "Comrade Feng Mu's opinion is a bit absurd."

"Well, I'm just afraid that this opinion will ruin the novel."

Yan Gang felt relieved and was about to say goodbye when he heard Jiang Xian add:

"It's ridiculous, but in my opinion, Comrade Feng Mu must be very knowledgeable about literature. I can see that."

"Ok?"

"Comrade Feng Mu must have understood what is spiritual torture and what is the anti-human nature, which is what the novel "Furong Town" is committed to exploring. But given his status, he obviously knows that the characters I created, such as Li Guoxiang and Dou Baoying, violated taboos, so he praised me, but he also had to say the other side of the story. Comrade Feng Mu's speech was based on his intentions, painstaking efforts and literary stance."

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Yan Gang stood there, thought for a while, gradually figured it out, and nodded.

"I thought I had a high opinion of you, but after listening to what you said today, I realized that I still underestimated you. You are the best among this group of young people."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

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Feng Mu stood in the distance, paused for a while, and looked at the young man's back again. The stuffiness in his chest suddenly eased a lot, and he turned around and went back to the hotel.

Jiang Xian chatted with Yan Gang for a while. Yan Gang was very interested and said he wanted to go back and write a review for "Furong Town". Jiang Xian was helpless.

The way this review is written makes it seem like he got something through the back door.

But since the other person insisted on writing, he couldn't stop her.

I strolled back to the hotel where I was staying. Not long after I sat there, Feng Jicai came over.

"Jiang Xian, do you want a house?"

(End of this chapter)