Chapter 271 Winning the Mao Dun Literature Award
The weather in Xijing in November was already very cold. As soon as he went to work in the morning, Fang Minghua fired up the coal stove, poured hot tea, took a sip, and heard a "bang" The door was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind blew in my face.
Holy shit!
Who is so rude? !
As Fang Minghua’s status in the literary world continues to improve, and he firmly holds the position of deputy editor, his prestige in the magazine is also increasing day by day.
Even President Huang and Editor Zhang had to knock on the door before pushing in. Most employees in the unit even knocked on the door and had to wait until Fang Minghua said "please come in" before entering.
Who is the unruly guy today?
Fang Minghua saw it was Bai Miao, holding a newspaper in his hand.
At work, Fang Minghua and Bai Miao had a good relationship, so they joked: "Brother Bai, what's wrong with you? Are you in a panic? It's unseemly. Do you have a happy event for you? I said?”
“It’s a happy event, but it’s not mine, it’s yours, Minghua, treat me!”
After saying that, Bai Miao put the newspaper on Fang Minghua's desk.
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Are we treating you again? !
Didn’t I give you a treat when I came back?
Fang Minghua couldn't help but complain, but after taking a look at the newspaper, he immediately changed his mind: "Okay, I'll treat you."
It's a Guangming Daily.
The front page reported a news: "The winning novels of the second Mao Dun Award have been announced!"
Fang Minghua's "Crossing Guandong" was suddenly included!
"Minghua, you are the first person to win the Mao Dun Award in our Qin Province. Do you want to invite me to a special invitation? Should I go to Xijing Restaurant or Jinhua Hotel?"
Jinhua The hotel is newly opened this year. It is the first five-star foreign-related hotel in Qin Province. It is located at the intersection of Jinhua Road in the East Second Ring Road. The single building with all-glass curtain wall is like a gem filled with dazzling light, attracting the attention of tourists from all over the city and everywhere.
These days, whether eating or staying here is synonymous with "luxury".
Fang Minghua is also generous: "It's up to you, you can go anywhere!"
"Then the Golden Flower Hotel! It's better to hit the sun another day, tonight!"
Shit, are you in such a hurry?
Looking at Bai Miao's eyes, he would never give up until he had some food from the Golden Flower Hotel tonight.
"Okay, okay, just tonight." Fang Minghua could only say.
These days, as soon as the news spread that a work could win the Mao Dun Literary Award, which is the highest honor in the literary world, there was an endless stream of people coming to the unit to congratulate me.
Chen Zhongshi, Jia Pingwa, and Lu Yao, who had just returned from Tongchuan not long ago, came to congratulate each other. Even the provincial leaders personally called to congratulate and entrusted the provincial propaganda minister and the provincial culture department director to As well as the chairman of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Chairman of the Writers Association, a large number of officials, big and small, came to the unit in person to congratulate. For a time, there was an endless stream of leaders from the "Yanhe" magazine.
Of course, more friends from other places called to congratulate. Wang Meng, who is already the editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" magazine, Zhang Xianliang, who has been promoted to vice chairman of the Ningxia Federation of Literary and Art Circles and chairman of the Ningxia Writers Association, and Shi Tiiesheng , Wang Anyi, and Li Cunbao, who are friends with each other, also called to express their congratulations.
Even Zhu Lin, who has been transferred back to Yanjing, also called to congratulate: "Xiao Fang, congratulations, you are now a great writer."
"Sister Zhu Lin, please stop flattering me. What a great writer, let others hear the joke." Fang Minghua hurriedly said: "Is "Journey to the West" finished?"
"It's finished and ready to take a break. Time. Are you coming to Yanjing to receive the award? I’ll meet you then and I’ll congratulate you,” Zhu Lin said on the phone.
“Congratulations are not necessary, I will look for you then.”
“Okay, okay, then it’s a deal. I know you are a busy person now, so I won’t disturb you. , bye."
There are also newspaper reporters and TV station reporters doing interviews. They are very busy.
Of course, it was more of a treat. For more than a week, Fang Minghua came home drunk every night. When he went to work during the day, his head was drooped and he had no energy at all.
It’s a sad day.
Fortunately, I will go to Yanjing to attend the award ceremony in two days.
But do you have to drink again in Yanjing?
Thinking of this, Fang Minghua couldn't help but shudder.
At this moment, the phone on the desk rang. Fang Minghua picked it up and said feebly into the phone: "I'm Fang Minghua, who is this?"
"Editor Fang, I'm Yang Xiao." The phone A woman speaking Sichuan dialect came from inside. "Hello, Editor Yang."
"Congratulations, you won the Mao Dun Literature Award. I called twice but no one answered."
" Sorry, Editor Yang, I have a lot of things going on recently and I am often out of the office." Fang Minghua apologized.
"I understand, I understand, it's such a happy event."
"Oh, by the way, Chief Editor Yang, let me tell you something." Fang Minghua suddenly remembered something and said quickly: "The Galaxy Conference held in Rongcheng on December 9th I'm afraid I won't be able to attend the award ceremony. The Mao Dun Award is also being held in Yanjing that day, so I can't make it, so I'm sorry, Editor Yang."
"It doesn't matter, the Mao Dun Award is important after all. I understand. You have to come when the second Galaxy Awards is held next year.”
“Don’t worry, I will definitely come next year!”
“Well, I won’t bother you. Goodbye! ”
"Goodbye!"
On the other end of the phone, Yang Xiao put down the phone.
"Editor Yang, are editor Fang coming?" There was another person standing in the office, Tan Kai, who had been promoted to deputy editor.
“I can’t come.” Yang Xiao said.
"Hey, in addition to the award ceremony, we also have a symposium. Many science fiction fans are here for him. Everything is ready, but he suddenly doesn't come." Tan Kai was a little anxious .
Yang Xiao also sighed slightly.
Actually, she made this call not only to express her congratulations, but also to ask if Fang Minghua could come.
There is a conflict and I can’t come to the award ceremony, but I can come to the symposium later.
But I didn’t expect that the other party would start by saying that he didn’t have time, so he had to give up.
“There is no way our Galaxy Award can be compared with the Mao Dun Award?” Yang Xiao comforted his subordinates with a wry smile.
"It's natural for people to participate in that."
"However, after participating in the Mao Dun Award, you can come back in time to participate in our Galaxy Award. You won't be able to make it in time for the award ceremony, but there is no problem at all in the discussion." Tan Kai argued .
"It takes at least two days by train from Yanjing to Chengdu. How can we make it in time?" Yang Xiao asked.
“You can take a plane. I called the airline and asked that there be a flight from Yanjing to Chengdu on the 9th.”
By plane?
"Tan Kai, you asked me to come by plane? Who will reimburse the plane ticket? Besides, if Fang Minghua wins the award, there must be a group of friends in Yanjing to congratulate him. Can he escape?!" Yang Xiao asked.
This is also true.
Tan Kai nodded after hearing this.
"Okay. Let's change the plan temporarily. If Fang Minghua doesn't come, I will do the talking!" Yang Xiao returned to his usual calm appearance.
Here, Fang Minghua started packing his luggage and went to Yanjing to receive the award.
My mother, Zhang Fenglan, was both happy and worried. She was happy that her son was becoming more and more promising and actually won the Mao Dun Award.
What I am worried about is whether I will be dragged out to drink by my friends again this time I go to Yanjing?
"Xiaohua, when you go to Yanjing this time, you must drink less." Zhang Fenglan helped her son pack his clothes and warned: "If you get drunk again, Tangtang will not be happy!"
< br>"Okay, okay, I know, I will never drink alcohol when I get to Yanjing!"
The next day, Fang Minghua boarded the train to Yanjing.
(End of this chapter)