Chapter 9 Special Novel Issue for Young Writers of Qin Province
Not long after, Dong Mo hurriedly returned and handed a stack of manuscript paper to He Hongjun. Zhang Pixiang also came over, and the two of them were quickly immersed in the words.
"Editor Zhang, Editor He, hurry up and eat, the food is already cold!" A man's voice came from the side and woke them up. It turned out that the chef wearing a white hat came over and saw that they had been refusing to eat. remind.
"How about I reheat it for you." The chef was very enthusiastic.
“No, no, no.”
Zhang Pixiang finished the cold cabbage in several bites and stuffed the remaining steamed buns into his mouth: "It's important to read the manuscript."
When he looked up, he saw that Stanley Ho had already hurried towards the door of the cafeteria.
"What? You don't want to eat?"
"What to eat? The manuscript is important!"
Seeing this scene, Dong Mo, who had finished his meal slowly, smiled. language.
Soon, the novel titled "Into the Dust and Smoke" was reviewed and approved by the three chief editors. On the same day, it was decided to be published in the first special issue of "Yanhe" magazine next year, "Novel Special Issue for Young Writers of Qin Province", as one of the twelve One of the novels.
At this time, Fang Minghua was still sleeping at home.
The next morning, Fang Minghua wore a green army coat to work. He was not writing a novel today. Fang Minghua was very leisurely. Originally, he wanted to ask Dong Mo what he thought after reading his novel, but he felt a little abrupt. , maybe they are too busy with work to take care of it.
What's the hurry?
When it was time to go to work at noon, Fang Minghua saw Lu Yao hurriedly walked into the magazine door wearing a leather jacket, still smoking.
"Morning, Editor Lu." Fang Minghua greeted warmly from the door of the guard room.
Lu Yao stopped when he heard the sound, and habitually took out a pack of cigarettes and gave one to Fang Minghua.
Peony.
High-end smoke!
There is a popular saying nowadays: salary is thirty-three dollars, cigarettes and peonies.
However, Fang Minghua smiled and refused to say that he did not smoke.
Lu Yao said nothing and added another one to himself: "Let's go up together."
"What are you going up for? I still have to look at the gate." Fang Minghua was confused after hearing this .
"It's a meeting. Chief Editor Zhang has called a meeting for the authors published in our novel issue. Didn't you know?" It was Lu Yao's turn to say in surprise.
“I really don’t know. I took a vacation yesterday and went to work this morning. Besides, I only handed the manuscript to Editor Dong yesterday morning and asked him to check it for me. It’s not so fast, is it?”
"You just submitted the manuscript yesterday? It was reviewed and approved on the same day? Awesome, Xiaofang. Editor He asked me to revise two drafts of my novel before it was approved."
"Probably Editor He was patronizing me." Fang Minghua A word of humility.
Unexpectedly, Lu Yao laughed: Are you asking Editor He to be so arrogant? Do you know what we call Editor He privately? "
"He Bapi, reviewing your manuscript, I wish I could peel off a layer of your skin. ”
Huh?
Unexpectedly, Lu Yao, who looks quite serious on the outside, also has a cute side.
But think about it, he is only in his early thirties now. He is in his prime and is passionate about writing. How can he look like the vicissitudes of life in the photos he originally posted on the Internet?
While the two were chatting, they saw Wang Juan hurriedly walking from the building, calling from afar: "Xiao Fang, Xiao Fang, congratulations, your novel will be published! Editor Zhang informed You go to the meeting."
"How about it, am I right? You want to treat me after paying the royalties." Lu Yao joked.
“No problem!” Fang Minghua agreed.
What should I do if I go to a meeting and the guard is on duty?
Wang Juan said it doesn't matter, you have your meeting, I will go find Zhang Baofu to take over for a while.
In this case, Fang Minghua quickly put on his yellow satchel and entered the office building with Lu Yao, arriving at the editorial conference room on the third floor.
Not long after, twelve young and middle-aged writers including Chen Zhongshi, Jia Pingwa and Jingfu rushed to the conference room one after another, and the room suddenly became lively. Everyone was chatting and laughing, and the room suddenly filled with smoke.
Not long after, editor-in-chief Zhang Pixiang and deputy editor-in-chief Peter Ho came in and sat at the top, and the meeting began.
Looking at the foggy room, Stanley Ho couldn't help but frown and said: "Comrades, can you smoke less? Every meeting is filled with smoke. I, an old woman, am used to it. Fang is also a lesbian!”
Tianfang’s full name is Li Tianfang. She is also a writer in Qin Province. She is 40 years old. She is currently the editor of "Yanhe" and writes her own works while reviewing manuscripts.
Looking like a very peaceful middle-aged woman, she smiled after listening to Stanley Ho's words and said, "I'm used to it. It's just Comrade Xiao Fang. This is the first time she comes to a meeting and she doesn't smoke."
Is there really a man who doesn’t smoke?
Everyone's eyes immediately looked at Fang Minghua, who was sitting quietly at the bottom.
Sure enough, the twelve men in the room, including Zhang Pixiang, all smoked, but Fang Minghua did not smoke.
"I prove that Xiao Fang does not smoke. I just offered him a cigarette at the door and he didn't even accept it." Lu Yao, who was sitting next to Fang Minghua, explained.
As soon as he finished speaking, sitting opposite Lu Yao, another man who looked tall and dark took over:
“Don’t smoke? Comrade Xiao Fang, this is not the case. Okay. How can we not smoke in our line of work? Isn’t that right?
His name is Jia Pingwa.
Jia Pingwa is less than thirty now. She is currently the literary and art editor of Qin Provincial People's Publishing House. She got married the year before last and married a sweet wife. I heard she is a great beauty. Last year, she had a daughter. It can be said that it is a love career. Double harvest, looking high-spirited.
But, Brother Jia,
I won’t smoke even if you beat me to death!
I remember that I was also a big smoker back then, and I swore not to smoke in this life.
Of course, you can't say that. Fang Minghua smiled and replied: "Editor Jia, I am smoking everyone's second-hand smoke. Is this considered smoking?"
Fang Minghua's words with a sense of humor made everyone laugh.
"Okay, let's have a meeting." Editor-in-chief Zhang Pixiang spoke, and everyone suddenly became quiet.
"First of all, I would like to congratulate all the comrades here. Your works have been selected into the "Shaanxi Young Writers Novel Issue" and will be published in full text in the first issue of "Yanhe" next year! This is your honor , it is also an honor for our "Yanhe" magazine!"
"Papapapa"
There was warm applause in the conference room.
Everyone is very excited. This is the first time that "Yanhe" magazine has published works in the form of a special account since its establishment!
“But at the same time, I hope that everyone will guard against arrogance and impetuosity, continue to work hard, and write better works. Let me make it clear that poetry, novels, especially short stories, try to vote for our "Yanhe" , this is your natal family!”
Zhang Pixiang’s words made everyone laugh.
Indeed, including Lu Yao, Chen Zhongshi, Jia Pingwa, etc., their first novels were basically published in "Yanhe", and from here they went to the whole country and became familiar to everyone.
Next was Stanley Ho who spoke. She spoke urgently and quickly, "Comrades, Editor-in-Chief He has just congratulated you. I won't say any more nice things. I will just talk about the shortcomings. All of you here are from Qin Province. Among the relatively famous authors, except Comrade Xiao Fang’s "Into the Dust" can barely be considered a novella, the rest are short stories, right?"
"This is not enough, far from it! Looking at Beijing and Tianjin, I won’t talk about Wang Meng. In the 1950s, when he was only in his early twenties, he created "Long Live Youth" and inspired an entire generation!"
"Liu Xinwu, wrote it! After "Head Teacher", another novella "I'm Your Friend" was released this year, and Feng Jicai's novella "Ah!" was released this year. And so on, so, comrades, we have to keep working hard."
The conference room was quiet.
Fang Minghua secretly looked at everyone, his expressions were no longer as relaxed and happy as before, and everyone was deep in thought.
Seeing some silence in the conference room, Zhang Pixiang said:
"Sister He, I know you are eager to let the writers in Qin Province shine, and it is best to surpass those in Beijing and Tianjin, but after all, they are still young. The oldest ones are Director Chen (Chen Zhongshi) and they are just 40, the golden age for creation.”
“Not to mention Lu Yao and Ping Wa, oh, the youngest now is Xiao Fang, this year. At 20 years old, there is a bright future.”
(End of this chapter)