Chapter 473 I won’t do it, and I’ll let you do it
“If you don’t do it, you let me do it?!” Bai Miao was stunned for a moment.
"Yes, I want to transfer my personnel relations to the Writers Association."
"Why? Why don't you want to do it?" Bai Miao asked hurriedly.
Fang Minghua said two words very simply: "Tired."
"But."
Bai Miao wanted to say something more, but Fang Minghua stopped him: "Bai Miao, let me ask you, do you want to do it? If you don't want to do it, I will tell Chairman Hu tomorrow. I don’t recommend you.”
“In this case, let me tell the truth, Minghua, if you do it, I will do it, and it would be better for me to do it.”
Bai Miao’s. Fang Minghua was not surprised by the answer.
He knew that Bai Miao was ambitious.
"Come on then, let's have a drink."
After hearing this, Bai Miao quickly raised his beer glass, the two of them clinked it and drank it down.
"Of course, I just suggest that you have to work on some things." Fang Minghua specifically warned.
"I understand, but your suggestion is very important. You have a pivotal position both in our Qin Province literary circle and within the Qin Province Writers Association. You will succeed Chairman Hu in the future."
< br>"Hey, Chairman Hu will retire in two years, don't talk nonsense." Fang Minghua reminded.
"What am I talking about? It's obvious."
"Come on, let's drink." Fang Ming didn't want to talk about it, so he raised his beer glass again.
The two drank a few glasses together. Bai Miao picked up a bean sprout and said while chewing: "Minghua, to be honest, when I was the deputy editor, I hoped that you would be promoted to the president and take the position of editor-in-chief. It was given to me, but now when I am actually given the position of editor-in-chief, I feel terrified.”
“ What are you afraid of?”
“You have made Yanhe magazine so prosperous, with its highest monthly sales reaching 650,000 last year! What if it fails after I take over? The current domestic literary environment is different from that of the early 1980s.”
Fang Minghua nodded, he understood Bai Miao's mood.
“You don’t have to worry too much. I have signed contracts with nearly 20 well-known writers in China, and their contracts will all expire in 1995. You don’t have to worry about not having good novels published in the past few years.”
“What will happen after 1995?”
“In the future?” Fang Minghua peeled off an edamame and threw it in his mouth, looking at him leisurely: “At that time, were you still the editor of Yanhe magazine? The president and editor-in-chief may not be the same, why are you thinking so much?”
“Yes, that’s right. I haven’t even figured out what will happen in six years. Come on, I respect you. One cup!”
Bai Miao picked up the beer glass again.
"I have to tell you something." Fang Minghua suddenly thought of something: "If you become the president, you will turn Zhang Baofu into a regular employee. I once mentioned this matter to President Huang. President Huang I agreed, but it didn’t work out for various reasons. You have to find a way to do it. "Don't worry, if I become the president, there will be no problem!" Bai Miao assured immediately and continued. ：
"Zhang Baofu is an honest person. He works diligently as a gatekeeper in the unit and has never made any mistakes. I think it is very good. It is not unprecedented for the unit to convert temporary employees into regular employees. Why doesn't President Huang do it?"
"I guess you know some of the reasons. When Zhang Baofu joined our unit, it was a leader of the Writers' Association who forced him in. President Huang didn't agree very much. How do you think you can make him a regular employee?!"
Fang Minghua also heard a little bit about this matter.
It seems that no matter how good a leader is, he still has his own selfish motives.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, Bai Miao, I congratulate you in advance." Fang Minghua smiled and raised his glass again.
"Don't dare, I should thank you, thank you for recommending me. Go to the Writers Association, write better works, and get promoted step by step! If you find me useful in the future, just ask!"
The two cups clinked together again. Fang Minghua resigned!
The news quickly spread throughout the unit and even the Writers Association.
After hearing this, a group of friends called to inquire.
"What resignation? My contract has expired!" Fang Minghua corrected with a smile.
"Then just keep doing it. We thought you would be the president and editor-in-chief's shoulder, but you ended up stepping down!"
"One shoulder? How tiring that is."
The Writers Association also acted quickly, and soon issued a red-headed document appointing Bai Miao as the editor-in-chief of the editorial department of "Yanhe", removing him from his original position.
At the same time, another report came out within the Writers Association: Due to the retirement of Comrade Huang Xuanlu, the president of "Yanhe" magazine, after discussion and approval at the Provincial Writers Association Chairman Meeting, Comrade Bai Miao was proposed to serve as "Yanhe" The position of magazine president must be submitted to the Organization Department and Propaganda Department of the Provincial Party Committee for approval.
Everyone knows that it is just a walk-through, and we have already communicated with the relevant leaders of the higher-level departments.
Fang Minghua's personnel relations were also transferred to the Provincial Writers' Association, and at his own request, he became the first vice-chairman of the Writers' Association to not receive a financial salary and only rely on his own royalties.
Today is Sunday. Fang Minghua came to his office, signed his name on the proof of the May magazine, and performed his duties as editor-in-chief for the last time.
After doing all this, Fang Minghua began to pack up his personal belongings in the office and prepare to move them, not to his home but to the office of the Writers Association.
The reason why I chose Sunday is because the people in the unit will not go to work today, so as not to crowd the office with a lot of people to help.
There isn’t much to move, which wastes everyone’s time, but it’s hard to refuse such hospitality.
Suddenly hearing a knock on the door, Fang Minghua looked up and saw that it was Zhang Baofu.
"Brother Minghua, let me help you." Zhang Baofu said and walked in.
"Are you on duty today?"
"No, I was passing by the unit and saw your bicycle in the yard. I guess you are upstairs."
"Then Okay, help me carry this big box downstairs. I have to make two trips by myself."
"Okay."
Zhang Baofu was very quick and quickly helped him pack his things. In fact, most of them were heavy books.
After moving the big box downstairs, Zhang Baofu found a tricycle from the work unit and put the things in the carriage. Riding towards the Writers Association compound, Fang Minghua followed behind on a bicycle.
"Baofu, let me tell you something." Fang Minghua said while riding: "I told Bai Miao, oh, President Bai said to change your status to a formal worker, and President Bai agreed , said to handle it as soon as possible."
"Really? Thank you so much, Brother Minghua!" Zhang Baofu was surprised and happy.
"Thank me for what? I can't help you with anything else. After all, we have worked together. If we make it official as soon as possible, we won't have to worry about not letting you do it any day."
"Yeah, that's right." Zhang Baofu nodded quickly and suddenly said: "Brother Minghua, when you become the chairman of the Provincial Writers' Association, transfer me to the Provincial Writers' Association. I will look after the gate of the Writers' Association's compound. I will definitely look after it. Yes!"
"Who told you that I want to be the chairman of the association?"
"Is that what everyone said?"
Fang Minghua was speechless.
"Baofu, don't talk nonsense."
"I know, I know, don't worry, I won't tell anyone else until I die!"
(End of Chapter)