Chapter 433 I heard that Minghua was to be co-opted as a member of the Board of Directors of the Chinese Writers Association
In December 1984, the Chinese Writers Association held its fourth member congress and adopted a new charter: "The Chinese Writers Association is a group of writers of all ethnic groups in China. voluntary union A mass professional organization. "
"The highest authority of the Association is the Member Congress, and representatives are elected by members from all over the country."
In January 1985, the fourth term of directors was elected. There are 236 members in total. Palladium was elected as the chairman of the Chinese Writers Association, and Wang Meng and 10 other vice-chairmen were elected.
In the past two years, many elderly writers have passed away among member representatives and even board members, and there is an urgent need to recruit new representatives. At the beginning of the year, the National Writers Association gave two quotas to the Qin Provincial Writers Association. After the Provincial Writers Association Board of Directors A meeting was held to discuss the decision, Fang Minghua and Zou Zhian were reported, and they were quickly approved.
According to Fang Minghua's current vice-chairmanship of the Qin Provincial Writers Association and his status in the literary world, he should have been a representative of the Member Congress for a long time. Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi had already been.
However, since 1985, the National Writers Association has not studied the matter of supplementing member representatives. It did not start this work until December last year. Therefore, it is logical for Fang Minghua to be co-opted as a representative of the conference.
But what is unexpected is that this meeting is not a member representative conference (only held once every five years), but an annual Writers Association Board of Directors meeting.
Fang Minghua was surprised.
You are just a newly elected member representative and not a director of the National Writers Association Council. Why did you ask yourself to go to Yanjing for a meeting?
Not qualified.
In the office of Hu Cai, chairman of the Provincial Writers Association, Fang Minghua saw the meeting documents and asked about his doubts.
Hu Cai laughed after hearing this: "Look carefully at the document notice, you are invited to attend!"
Holy shit!
What a word game to play.
"Minghua, don't think so much, prepare to go with us." Hu Cai said.
“Okay.”
The news that Fang Minghua was invited to participate in this year’s National Writers’ Association Council quickly spread within the Provincial Writers’ Association and immediately attracted the attention of some people.
No, Fang Minghua was reading manuscripts in the office this afternoon. He heard someone knocking on the door. He looked up and saw Jia Pingwa walking in with a briefcase in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
"Go to the Writers' Association courtyard to see Chairman Hu to report on the work of the Xijing Writers' Association. It's still early before get off work, so I came over to sit with you. I won't disturb your work, right?" Jia Pingwa explained herself.
"No, sit down, sit down." Fang Minghua greeted warmly, stood up and poured another cup of tea for him.
“This is the Mingqian tea from Hupao Spring in West Lake this year. How does it taste?”
Jia Pingwa was not polite, sat on the sofa, picked up the tea cup and tasted it gently . Tut tut praise.
“Well, this authentic West Lake Longjing is different from the ones bought in the market.”
“I like it, pick some up when I leave.”
"Forget it, I'm embarrassed every time I get tea from you." Jia Pingwa shook her head: "Isn't this tea cheap?"
"I don't know, it was my wife who bought tea from her second uncle's house. Her second uncle's parents are tea farmers in Hangzhou, and the tea garden is near Hupao Spring. "Haha, Minghua, you are blessed to have a wife like Song Tangtang." Jia Pingwa said. Face envious.
Whatever you say, Fang Minghua is not picky about a daughter-in-law like Song Tangtang.
She is beautiful, can go to the hall and kitchen, so let’s talk about this tea. Anyway, he hasn’t bought any tea since he got married. Song Tangtang brought it back from her second uncle’s hometown. Every year, he makes Mingqian tea. It will be placed by the desk on time.
He probably also gave money, but Fang Minghua didn't ask. After listening to Jia Pingwa's words, Fang Minghua smiled slightly and said, "Brother Jia, my sister-in-law is not bad to you."
"Her? Forget it, let's not talk about it." Jia Ping The baby seems to have some unspeakable secrets.
Fang Minghua naturally did not ask any more questions.
Jia Pingwa took another sip of tea, leaned forward and said, "Congratulations, Minghua, you have become a member representative."
Fang Minghua laughed loudly after hearing this: "What's the point of congratulations? Jia Ge, Lu Yao, Chen Zhongshi and others have long been representatives of the Writers' Association. What's the point of being representatives? We will hold a meeting in Yanjing every five years to hold a meeting. It's just a hand, what's there to congratulate?"
"But, I heard that you went to Yanjing with Chairman Hu and others to hold the Writers Association Council this time."
"You were just invited. I am not even qualified to speak and raise my hand to participate in the meeting.”
“It’s not that simple.” Jia Pingwa shook her head: “I heard from a friend of the Chinese Writers Association that I was invited to attend this time. In addition to you, the representatives include Wang Anyi from Shencheng, Tie Nian from Ji Province, and Shu Ting from Fujian Province. "Oops. Why are they all lesbians, and I'm the only one?"
"Women hold up half the sky." Jia Pingwa replied, suddenly with a slightly mysterious tone: "Minghua, did you know? From 1985 to now, four writers on the Board of Directors of the Writers' Association have passed away."< br>
Oh?
Fang Minghua didn’t pay much attention to this.
Actually, he doesn't pay much attention to these things, but Jia Pingwa is very concerned about it.
"What does this mean? The four of you, if you fill the positions left by the death of these four people, enter the National Writers Association Board of Directors!" Jia Pingwa said.
"Really? Brother Jia, this is your own analysis, right?"
"It's my analysis, but it's almost the same!"
In fact, Fang Minghua also has this judgment in his heart , otherwise what kind of council would we call you, a newly co-opted representative, to Yanjing to start?
The meeting of the Board of Directors of the Writers Association is not an academic meeting, but to deal with some administrative affairs of the Writers Association. What is there for you as an outsider to observe?
Of course, as a person involved, he cannot say these things randomly.
Now when Jia Pingwa said it, she immediately pretended to be surprised: "No way? I am not qualified enough."
"Not qualified enough? The youngest vice-chairman of the Provincial Writers Association, the youngest How come the Mao Dun Award winner doesn’t have enough information?”
When Jia Pingwa said this, Fang Minghua didn’t answer, but just picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.
"Wealth and honor, don't forget each other!"
Jia Pingwa suddenly said this, and Fang Minghua almost spit out the tea he just drank.
"Brother Jia, what kind of drama are you acting in? We are all friends. We are both vice-presidents of the Writers' Association in terms of positions, and you also hold multiple positions. Even if I become a director of the National Writers' Association, I will also be one of the 236 directors. What power does it have? To put it bluntly, what’s the difference between this director and the director of our Provincial Writers’ Association? He just raised his hand.” " Jia Pingwa shook her head. Seeing what Fang Minghua wanted to say, she quickly said:
"Minghua, I'm not talking about this. I mean our group of writers in Qin Province, including Lu Yao and Zhongshi. Their works have suddenly emerged in recent years, and their works are also brilliant. They have become a force that cannot be ignored in the literary world. However, our writers from Qin Province do not even have a vice president in the National Writers Association. They are all from Yanjing and Shencheng. The right to speak.”
That’s true.
Fang Minghua nodded.
Now in the National Writers Association, the highest representative of Qin Province is the director, and none of the vice-chairmen are from Qin Province!
“Among the older generation of writers in Qin Province, Liu Qing has the highest achievement, but Liu Qing died of illness ten years ago. Then there is Du Pengcheng, who is now a director of the National Writers Association.”
< br>"It's up to us now." Jia Pingwa said meaningfully.
(End of this chapter)