Chapter 96 096 Submit your article to "Yanhe"
"Director Lin, I need to report this matter to our president first." Fang Minghua said.
"Okay, you tell the president, I will also contact your president, you can write down my phone number, you can call me directly."
"Okay."< br>
Fang Minghua hung up the phone.
I couldn't help but shake my head, what the hell is this?
The novel has not yet been published, but people who want to adapt it have already come to the door.
Looking up, he saw Wang Juan looking at him.
"Xiao Fang, are you writing a new novel?" Wang Juan asked.
“Yeah, what’s wrong?”
"Where are you going to publish it?"
"I haven't decided yet."
"How about submitting it to our own magazine?" the girl said.
Huh?
As a general clerk in the magazine office, Wang Juan basically works as a handyman and rarely interferes with the creation or submission of articles by these writers.
Why did you suddenly say this today?
Seeing that she was alone in the office, Wang Juan whispered: "The sales of "Yanhe" magazine have dropped recently, and President Huang is very worried."
"Really?"
Fang Minghua doesn’t know.
However, after the reform and opening up, magazines have sprung up all over the country, and competition is naturally fierce.
"Last month, I passed by President Huang's office and heard him losing his temper again, saying that the contents, themes, and writing techniques of the novels published in our magazine were all outdated, and I didn't know that Editors Zhang and He were What do you think?" Wang Juan said quietly.
Oh.
But to be honest, it has been two years since I traveled through time, and I obviously feel that the quality of the novels published in "Yanhe" magazine is not as good as the previous two years.
Of course this has a lot to do with the editor's vision.
This is a vicious cycle. The quality of the novels published is not high, few people read the magazine, and some famous writers choose those more famous magazines.
Magazines whose reputation has declined will not be able to get good works, which will lead to a decrease in subscriptions and a further decline in reputation.
"Yanhe" seems to be facing a problem.
Not to mention anything else, Lu Yao, since 1981, has rarely published novels in "Yanhe". Basically, they are "Contemporary" and "Harvest".
Chen Zhongshi and Jia Pingwa too!
This already explains the situation very well.
There is a problem in the editorial department!
However, when Fang Minghua faced the girl in front of him, he naturally couldn't say these things nonsense, so he smiled and said: "Don't worry, I think President Huang and Editor Zhang will find a way. As for the novel I wrote, see What's the situation? "
Fang Minghua's answer was ambiguous, and Wang Juan said nothing more.
I am just an ordinary clerk, can I interfere with the submissions of these writers? It's just that Fang Minghua usually has a good relationship with her, so that's why she mentioned this matter.
Fang Minghua did not go to President Huang immediately. Instead, he went up to the second floor and knocked on President Huang's office when it was almost time to get off work.
"It's Xiaofang, sit down, sit down."
President Huang greeted: "If you don't come, I will ask someone to find you. Have you written a novel?"
"Yes. Yes, have you received a call from Renyi?" Fang Minghua asked.
“Yes, the People’s Arts Department has asked you to go to Yanjing to talk with them about adapting the drama. I have no objection. Being able to adapt the work into a drama movie itself is an affirmation of the work, and you are young, Going out for a walk is good for you personally.”
“Thank you.”
Fang Minghua found that he liked this amiable-looking president more and more.
"Xiao Fang, can you let me read your novel?" President Huang said suddenly.
"No problem, I'll get it."
Fang Minghua hurried out of the office and returned to his dormitory. He took out the manuscript locked in the drawer and handed it to President Huang's office.
"I'll go back tonight and see if you can go to Yanjing and contact the People's Arts Department." "Okay."
Fang Minghua didn't hesitate. After going to work the next morning, he went to President Huang's office, preparing to make a long-distance call to Renyi and pick up his manuscript.
"Xiao Fang, your novel is well written and easy to understand. The shell of comedy is the core of tragedy, and its literary quality is relatively high." President Huang gave it high praise.
“Where are you going to submit your manuscript?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
"Just submit it to our magazine. Now the magazine needs novels like yours."
Submit for "Yanhe"?
This was not the first goal, but President Huang’s tone was sincere and he was kind to himself, so Fang Minghua nodded and agreed.
"Okay, I have to revise it and finalize it."
"No rush, you go to Yanjing first and polish it when you come back."
Early in the morning, Fang Minghua took his travel bag, put on his yellow satchel, said goodbye to his family, and boarded the train to Yanjing. He also carried three kilograms of dog-head dates in his hand, and arrived in Yanjing the next morning.
Looking at this busy city, I thought that I had traveled to this era three times in two years.
It is estimated that there will be more visits in the future.
Just buy a house in Yanjing, like a courtyard house or something, and save yourself the trouble of staying in a guest house every time you come.
Of course Fang Minghua knows it’s inappropriate, at least not right now.
Nowadays, houses have not yet been commercialized. In cities, houses are allocated to work units, and private courtyards are not for sale. There are very few people who want to sell off their ancestral property.
And they are all located in dilapidated alleys. There are only public toilets outside the courtyard door, wires are intertwined in the air, and the light inside the house is dim. The living environment is really not as good as a commercial building.
Just wait a few more years.
The address of Yanjing Renyi is on Wangfujing Street. Fang Minghua first found a snack bar near the station and ate a bowl of soy milk and fried dough sticks. Then he took the bus straight to Wangfujing Street and found a state-run hotel in a nearby alley. Live here before going to Renyi.
The Renyi Grand Theater is located at No. 22 Wangfujing Street, where the troupe’s office is also located. Fang Minghua entered the gate and took out his work permit and a letter of introduction from a magazine, and found Lin Zhaohua in a small office.
Of course, Lin Zhaohua at this time was not yet the famous dean of later generations. He was now in his early forties and was in his prime in terms of talent and talent.
"Comrade Xiaofang, please sit down. Have you had a hard journey?" Lin Zhaohua greeted him warmly, poured him a glass of boiling water, and handed him a cattail leaf fan.
"Sorry, the conditions are a bit difficult."
It is indeed very difficult, there is not even an electric fan.
However, these literary and artistic groups were like this in the early 1980s. The entire country was very poor, but they were very enthusiastic about their work.
The two met and chatted for a few words, and Fang Minghua handed his manuscript to Lin Zhaohua.
"You take a rest, I'll read it first."
Lin Zhaohua read very quickly, finishing the novel in more than half an hour. He raised his head and looked at Fang Minghua: "Comrade Xiao Fang, Your novel is more exciting than Yasuda’s story. I’m willing to buy the rights to adapt your novel! Come on, meet our dean.”
The dean of the People’s Arts is now in the drama industry. Taishan Beidou——Cao Yu!
Fang Minghua stood up quickly.
He followed Lin Zhaohua down to the second floor and knocked on the dean's office.
Cao Yu is seventy years old this year and has gray hair. When he saw the two people coming in, Lin Zhaohua first introduced Fang Minghua and then handed the other party the novel he had written.
Cao Yu didn’t look at it carefully, he just turned it over and handed it back to Lin Zhaohua.
"Xiao Lin, since you want to adapt this novel, then go ahead and do it boldly! The response to "Absolute Signal" that you directed some time ago was good."
"Thank you, Dean Cao. , I will work harder," Lin Zhaohua said quickly.
Cao Yu nodded and looked at Fang Minghua again.
"Comrade Xiaofang, you are very young. It is amazing that you can write a novel like "The Sun Also Rises"!"
Thank you for your monthly vote because I think Mingyu has been waiting so hard
(End of this chapter)