Writer 1978: I Need to Give the Literary World a Lesson

Chapter 360 That's it? Your attack power isn't even that good.
On the private plane, the old leader had a chess set brought out, wanting to play another game with Liu Yimin.

"Old Zhang, this kid's good at chess. You can practice with him when you have free time. Look at you, after all these years, you're still a terrible chess player." The old leader said, while setting up a chess game with Liu Yimin, he couldn't resist teasing Comrade Zhang next to him.

Comrade Zhang tapped his cigarette pack, took out a cigarette, and said with a smile, "Today I'll learn from the old leader and Comrade Yimin."

As the special plane moved further and further away from the Malan base, the songs left behind by Liu Yimin resounded louder and louder at the base.

The song "The Motherland Will Not Forget" quickly traveled from the Malan base to the test site hundreds of kilometers away, where soldiers and scientists in protective suits sang the song silently in their hearts.

During breaks, to boost morale, someone would stand in the middle and clap along, encouraging everyone to sing.

Scientists felt this was tailor-made for them, especially the scientists at their base.

When Staff Officer Ye Pingqiu, who was far away in Urumqi, heard the song, he excitedly grabbed the hand of the person next to him and said, "Comrade Liu Yimin actually wrote it. I just casually mentioned it to Comrade Liu Yimin at the time."

"Old Ye, do you really think it's your achievement? Great writers like him value sudden enlightenment and writing in one go. It's not your achievement. It's the dedication of the scientists and soldiers at the base that moved him and prompted him to write this song."

"Hey, you old Liu, you're deliberately trying to sabotage me, aren't you? Of course I know, but I did play a little role too," Ye Pingqiu said smugly, shaking the water in his large tea mug.

The staff officer next to him said jealously, "If I had known, I shouldn't have let you go on this mission. The division originally assigned it to me, which was a mistake. Of all the times, I had to get a fever that day."

"It's fate. If you met Comrade Liu Yimin, you definitely wouldn't get a word out of him. Let me tell you about our meeting. That staff officer from Yanjing was arrogant to the core, while Comrade Liu Yimin was very approachable."

Several staff officers gathered around Staff Officer Ye in the office, listening attentively to his explanation. After Staff Officer Ye finished speaking, he took out a notebook from the top pocket of his uniform and showed them Liu Yimin's signature.

"What are you all talking about?" A dignified voice interrupted the commotion among the staff officers.

Upon seeing the newcomers, the staff officers immediately straightened their uniforms, gave a crisp salute, and said, "Division Commander!"

"Have you listened to all the songs on the radio?"

"I heard it!"

"Order all brigades, regiments, and companies to learn and sing this song. This song will be one of the criteria for the autumn assessment. Also, since the Chief of Staff is not here, Ye Pingqiu, you draft an order that logistics and headquarters personnel must participate in this year's military skills assessment. The tradition of emphasizing companies over headquarters personnel, and combatants over commanders, must be changed!"
have you understood? "

"understand!"

"Get busy!"

The division commander returned to his office and gently turned on the radio, where the songs of the Chunlei Art Troupe filled his ears.

Meanwhile, at the Malan base, Dean Deng personally wrote an article to encourage all the scientists.

The article states, "We sing a new battle song as we embark on a new journey. I wholeheartedly agree with a quote from lyricist Liu Yimin. While working in the United States to bring cultural relics back to China, he said, 'Success doesn't have to be achieved by me, but I will certainly be a part of it.' This new battle song encapsulates precisely these two sentences."

The development of the second-generation [technology/engineering] is at a critical juncture. All researchers in the institute should hold these two sentences in mind, and strive for successful testing of the second-generation [technology/engineering] next year. Comrades, time is running out. Let's see Hongyun soar to the sky again next year.

"I'm not getting off, the plane is about to land." On the private jet, the old leader threw the chess piece in his hand onto the table and said.

Liu Yimin said aggrievedly, "Old Chief, I might only win this one game in a few hours, why don't you finish now?"

"Old man, I'm tired and not in good shape, that's why I let you lose the 'horse' (horse). Otherwise, you wouldn't have won. Besides, it's not that I didn't want to get off, it's just that the plane is about to land."

The old leader rubbed his temples and dark circles with a smile, a hint of slyness on his face.

Comrade Zhang, who was standing next to me, laughed and said, "Yimin, now you know why I can't win, right?"

"Old Zhang, don't say anything, you're really no good!"

The special plane landed smoothly at the airport, and Liu Yimin followed the two leaders off the plane.

"It's still early today, let's go to the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense and see how their plans are going? Yimin, I'll take you home while we're at it!"

"it is good!"

"Old Chief, you're not planning to inspect my work, are you?"

At that time, Comrade Zhang was the deputy director of the Science and Technology Commission, and he retired in 85.

"Haha, let's go see Director Aiping of our Science and Technology Commission."

Director Aiping, whose surname is also Zhang, presided over nuclear construction and later spent more than a decade working on the country's aircraft carrier construction, earning him the title of "Father of Aircraft Carriers."

It only takes about twenty minutes to get from the military airport in the western suburbs to the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense.

Because they hadn't been notified in advance, people only started rushing down the stairs after they entered the building.

"Old leader, you've just returned and you're already here to inspect our work?" Director Aiping said with a smile.

"I'm afraid you'll slack off. It's okay if you slack off, but you can't slack off on the progress. This is Comrade Yimin; we're mainly here to listen to the music!"

The old commander stepped aside, revealing Liu Yimin behind him. Liu Yimin smiled and said, "Hello, Commander!"

"Hello, young comrade, your song lyrics just reached our Science and Technology Commission's telegraph office and quickly spread throughout the entire building. A good song is worth a year's worth of my mobilization work." Director Aiping warmly stepped forward, shook Liu Yimin's right hand, and patted Liu Yimin's shoulder with his left hand.

Director Aiping is rather thin, with a dignified yet kind demeanor, and her Sichuan accent is particularly noticeable.

"Judging from this, I can tell you came back from the 21st. Not bad, not bad!"

After exchanging pleasantries, the group went into the arts and culture officer's office to inquire about the progress.

"Commander, the score is ready. I'll find two comrades to sing it."

"it is good."

Several people sat in the conference room, listening quietly to the cultural officer directing the performance. Halfway through, the old commander said to Liu Yimin in a low voice, "It's heroic, but it lacks that sense of vastness and the spirit of silent dedication. It seems that comrades in the arts should go and visit the grassroots troops."

Secretary Li, play the score for the Chunlei Art Troupe once.

"Yes!"

Secretary Li somehow produced a tape recorder and played it in front of all the leaders.

While listening and singing along, Director Aiping said afterward, "Not bad, the score is good. The comrades in 596 should like it very much!"

"They really liked it; everyone was singing it when we left. We'll use this as a model to see if we can modify it further. If we can't modify it, then this is it."

After the old leader finished speaking, he was the first to get up and leave the meeting room.

In the corridor, a female soldier walked towards them, saluted the old commander, and then looked at Liu Yimin: "Commander, this must be Comrade Liu Yimin?"

"Do you need to see Comrade Liu Yimin about something?"

"No, this article is well written, and the song is even better. I've come to see the song's creator."

"Alright, you've seen it, you can go to work now!"

"Yes!"

Director Aiping said with dissatisfaction, "Old leader, you are no longer the director of the Science and Technology Commission. This is my territory. Don't be so harsh on our scientists!" "Hahaha, don't try to put me in my place!"

After walking for a while, Comrade Zhang said in a low voice, "That female scientist is the old leader's daughter, and she also studies missiles. The old leader's son-in-law is an even more remarkable scientist."

Upon hearing Comrade Zhang's words, Liu Yimin realized that the person in question must be Comrade Nie-Li.

Liu Yimin wanted to visit Qian Lao, but unfortunately Qian Lao was not at the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry at the time, so he had to give up.

The old leader thoughtfully drove Liu Yimin to the entrance of the Overseas Chinese Apartment. Before leaving, he opened the car window and said, "I'll be waiting for your novel. Call me when you're done."

"Yes, Chief!"

"Relax, this isn't the military, and you're not a soldier. If anything happens, remember to call me. Don't take the buzzing of flies too seriously."

After the car drove away, Liu Yimin carried his bag and walked towards the Overseas Chinese Apartment. The security guard at the gate looked at Liu Yimin differently. Didn't he usually ride a motorcycle? When did he get into a car?

The security guard walked up to Liu Yimin curiously. Liu Yimin subconsciously touched his pocket and realized he was out of cigarettes.

"Comrade, is this a military license plate?" the gatekeeper asked tentatively.

"Really? I just sat there and didn't even check what brand it was!"

"I see the people inside are wearing military uniforms, and they're even veteran cadres. You must have some deep connections."

Liu Yimin said with a smile, "Don't make wild guesses, this is all because of the close relationship between the military and the people!"

In mid-July, the heat in Yanjing was so intense that the apartment buildings were practically scorching. The moment Liu Yimin opened the door, he felt a wave of heat wash over him.

The balcony, the same width as the living room, usually gets good lighting, but it's a real pain in the summer. Liu Yimin first turned on the air conditioner in the bedroom, then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After sleeping for about two hours, Liu Yimin got up and went to the study. Newspapers and magazines were laid out on the desk; their placement showed that Zhu Lin had deliberately put them there.

The magazine was the latest issue of People's Literature and Art, with the cover reading "Travels in America - Twenty Days and Nights of Observations by a Young Writer in America".

The essay in "Travels in America" ​​was on the first page of the essay section. Liu Yimin glanced at it briefly and then put the magazine away.

Then he picked up the newspapers, which were divided into two stacks. One stack mainly contained serious official media such as the People's Daily and China Youth Daily.

The other stack contained smaller newspapers, mostly evening papers.

Liu Yimin initially thought the newspapers were sorted by size, but after reading both stacks, he realized they were sorted by praise or criticism.

A small desk, with supporters and opponents—Zhu Lin's thoughtfulness warmed Liu Yimin's heart.

State media outlets like the China Youth Daily and the People's Daily continued the positive propaganda approach of establishing exemplary models, and added their insights into the content of the essays.

For example, Yu Jiajia of the China Youth Daily wrote a commentary entitled "Through Comrade Liu Yimin's Perspective—How Should Today's Youth Correctly View the West?"

Major state media outlets, aside from "force majeure," would naturally not approve articles that oppose them, but some tabloids gave these "opponents" the opportunity.

I don't know where Zhu Lin got so many tabloids.

After reading these articles, Liu Yimin had only one thought in mind: "That's it? It's not good enough!"

The offensive power is nowhere near as strong as it used to be? How come, with the changing times, have the opponents grown old? Can't they even muster the voices anymore?

"Too Close to America? This is a Slander of Contemporary Youth!"

"A Trip to America? This is not how guests behave!"—It's like a polite host inviting you to their home, but you make a scene, break tables and chairs, and disrupt the meal.

Members of the writers' delegation should pay attention to their image when traveling abroad!

Zhu Lin marked the titles and authors in red pen, and he didn't recognize any of the dozen or so authors—they were all unknown.

Of course, it's also possible that some people have developed psychological trauma from Liu Yimin's insults and can only resort to using a different pen name to hurl abuse.

Liu Yimin didn't take these things to heart. He put the newspaper aside, checked the time, got on his motorcycle, and rode towards the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

In the first half of 83, with the criticism of Zhou Yang, some clues could already be seen in the official media. In the second half of the year, with the launch of the campaign to purge the "malignant tumor" of Western ideology, it's estimated that those who criticized Liu Yimin wouldn't have an easy time.

As the young Grand Secretary once said: "The treacherous minister has already revealed himself!"

Upon arriving at the Beijing People's Art Theatre, Su Min rushed up to Liu Yimin and exclaimed, "You've been to Africa, haven't you? Why are you so tanned?"

The play "Acacia Tree in the Minefield" premiered on July 9th, and Su Min really wanted Liu Yimin to come and watch the performance.

But Zhu Lin told him that Liu Yimin was away on a business trip. Where did he go? He didn't know!

Su Min was puzzled. A university professor's business trip was classified? Even going to the United States wasn't classified? What, could you fly to the sky?
If I didn't know their usual relationship, I would have thought they were just having a fight.

Unwilling to give up, he went to ask Cao Yu, who also said not to ask questions he shouldn't ask.

"Director Su, even if you've just been to Africa, you don't need to be this enthusiastic, do you?" Liu Yimin said with a smile.

"Where on earth have you been?"

"Old comrade, don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

Su Min: "."

"Director Su, where is Comrade Zhu Lin?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask!" Su Min said deliberately.

That old man has quite a temper!

But the next second, Su Min said, "I went out with Tianye and I probably won't be back until after get off work."

"Then I'll go wait in Teacher Wan's office!"

"Go ahead, Jiabao will be very happy if he finds out!" Su Min waved his hand dejectedly.

Knocking on the office door, Cao Yu was practicing Tai Chi inside. Upon seeing Liu Yimin, he calmly finished his exercise.

"Teacher, are you practicing Qigong?" Liu Yimin joked.

"What kind of qigong? Your master's wife thought I wasn't in good health, so she made me practice it. And you know what, it's actually quite useful."

"What's the use?"

"With this horse stance, people will think I'm a master!"

Cao Yu wiped his sweat with a damp towel: "Look at you, you're so tanned, you're practically peeling off a layer of skin. How was the trip?"

P.S.: The next chapter has been approved. The censorship is really sensitive!
(End of this chapter)