Chapter 295 List of Invited Young and Middle-aged Writers
The people here are very shrewd, and they can hear the overtones of Fang Minghua's words at first glance.
This is in the form of a symposium, inviting some writers to come to Xijing.
In fact, this is nothing new. It has been like this these days, not only in the literary field, but also in other industries. Meetings are held in major cities and scenic spots across the country in the name of inspections, exchanges, seminars, etc. , took a look around, and some even went abroad.
So Fang Minghua put forward this opinion, and everyone unanimously agreed.
As for the funds required for the meeting?
Didn’t we just earn 180,000 for the company?
Of course you don’t need to spend so much, just tens of thousands of yuan is enough.
"Bai Miao, you will take the lead, discuss with Mu Qing and Xuefeng, and come up with a specific plan. The number of participants will be limited to 30 people. The meeting time will be one week. Who will I invite specifically? After the plan is completed, I will show it to President Huang and try to hold it in May!"
"I will do it right away!" Bai Miao answered happily.
When Zhao Muchun heard this, he was unhappy.
"Editor Fang, you can't be partial. If you invite writers to come to Xijing for a meeting, then you should also invite a group of poets to hold a poetry meeting, right? Editor Fang, you are from our poetry and novel group!"
Before Fang Minghua could answer, Liu Xuefeng next to him also shouted: "Stop talking, you two, our literary criticism team is the most pitiful! Editor Wang left with a few people, and now I am the only one in the team. There are only two left! Editor Fang, please hurry up and recruit a few more editors, otherwise our team will be paralyzed!” We have discussed that we will try to recruit two college students for you this summer, but you have to take care of them!”
"No problem, but at least if it's a college student at the level of Western University or Qin Normal University, I don't need it if it's lower than that."
"Okay, okay,"
Fang Minghua agreed wholeheartedly. Director Liu of the Chinese Department of Western University asked him how many outstanding students he wanted. Anyway, the editorial department is currently short of people.
Also, these days, editors of magazines and newspapers are very popular.
"In late spring, poetry can wait a little longer. We can't hold two meetings at once, right? How about putting it in the second half of the year?" Fang Minghua said.
"Editor Fang, don't write a bad check."
Peat, that's the kind of person I am.
Fang Minghua glared at him dissatisfied.
Bai Miao quickly came up with a plan for the seminar, which was scheduled to be held after Labor Day, from May 4 to May 10. Fang Minghua took it and had a detailed discussion with President Huang.
“Since it is the editor-in-chief responsibility system, I will not interfere with the specific plan. In one sentence, Minghuaqin is bold and bold, and I fully support it!”
Fang Minghua started to invite writers from all over the country to Xijing for a meeting.
First there are 10 people including Yu Hua, Mo Yan, Can Xue.
Last year, Fang Minghua introduced their novel to the United States. Lawrence Ferlinghetti, the owner and poet of San Francisco's "City Lights" publishing house, commissioned the famous sinologist Grant Howard to translate it into English. It has now been Published, this is the first time that a domestic avant-garde novel has gone abroad and been sold in European and American countries.
So Fang Minghua had the contact information of these 10 people. He called them directly to invite them, and the formal invitation letter was sent out later.
In response to Fang Minghua's warm invitation, all 10 people were willing to attend the meeting. It was of course very meaningful to meet the Mao Dun Literature Award winner and the youngest editor-in-chief in the country in person.
What's more, when you go to Xijing, you can see the Terracotta Warriors and climb the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, all of which are free.
Fang Minghua also called Wang Anyi, Li Suanbao, and Zhang Xianliang from Ningxia whom he knew. Wang Anyi and Li Cunbao said they could come over, but Zhang Xianliang had too many things to do with the Writers Association and had no time to attend.
There is also Shi Tiesheng.
Shi Tiesheng did not have a phone at home, so Fang Minghua had to call Zhu Wei, the editor of "People's Literature", hoping that he would tell Shi Tiesheng his thoughts.
However, the answer he received was that Shi Tiiesheng had not been in good health recently and his kidney disease was showing signs of worsening. The doctor said that it was not advisable to work long distances. Fang Minghua felt sorry and had to write a letter to express his concern.
In addition to these, there are also Acheng, Zhou Meisen, Chi Zijian, and Tie Nian who have not had much contact with each other. They all wrote invitations in the name of the magazine and themselves. By the way, there is one more person.
Fang Minghua suddenly remembered Ge Fei (Liu Yong), whom he had met once before
That was also a pioneer writer as famous as Su Tong and Yu Hua, but he was of the same age. Xiao, has not yet begun to publish novels publicly.
Potential stocks must also be called.
It seems that Ge Fei has graduated, right?
However, in Fang Minghua’s memory, it seems that he stayed at his alma mater, East China Normal University, to teach after graduation.
I don’t know the specific department, but Fang Minghua didn’t care so much and wrote an invitation letter directly.
"Teacher Liu Yong of East China Normal University in Shencheng City (accepted)."
Is there two teachers Liu Yong of East China Normal University?
Fang Minghua didn't care so much anymore.
There is also Wang Shuo. Fang Minghua thought for a while and added his name to the list of invited writers.
Whether you like this person or not, Wang Shuo is a person who cannot be bypassed in the domestic literary world in the mid-to-late 1980s and early 1990s.
In addition to writers from other provinces, we should not let go of those from this province. Jia Pingwa and Chen Zhongshi are old friends. I called them to explain the situation and invited them to participate in the seminar.
"Don't worry, I won't let you climb the Big Wild Goose Pagoda to see the Terracotta Warriors and Horses. I know you are tired of it." Fang Minghua reassured his two friends on the phone.
There are also Li Tianfang, Zou Zhian, and Jing Fu. Fang Minghua does not let go of any of these writers who are currently active in the literary world of Qin Province.
Of course Fang Minghua will not forget Lu Yao, but Lu Yao is currently writing the second part of "The Ordinary World" at the guest house of Chenjiashan Mining Hospital in Tongchuan. Can you please excuse me?
I am still waiting for him to finish writing quickly.
But in the end, Fang Minghua still called.
The phone in the guest house was not easy to make calls. In this era, most guest house rooms did not have telephones at all. There was one at the front desk. It took a while before I heard Lu Yao's familiar voice on the other end of the phone.
"Minghua, what do you want from me?"
Fang Minghua simply told what happened.
"I'm afraid I don't have time. The second part is now being written at a critical moment." Lu Yao said.
"It doesn't matter, but Brother Lu, don't forget to take a rest when writing, your health is important!" Fang Minghua warned again.
“I’m in good health.”
Every time Fang Minghua asked him, Lu Yao said the same thing, and Fang Minghua was helpless.
Fang Minghua was about to hang up the phone when Lu Yao suddenly asked: "Who among the writers in our province have you invited?"
"Zhongshi, Pingwa, Li Tianfang, Jingfu." Fang Minghua said the names next to each other.
On the other end of the phone, Lu Yao was silent for a while and then said: "Minghua, I suggest you invite someone else."
"Who?"
"Gao Jianqun, an editor of Yan'an Daily, although he likes to write poetry and prose, Minghua, you have to pay attention to him. I think he is a big mystery and a big unknown."
Gao Jianqun.
Fang Minghua pondered this name over and over in his mind.
(End of this chapter)