Chapter 727 Literary Foundation Sponsorship
Borrow money?
Of course Chen Zhongshi would not borrow money privately.
The royalties from his "White Deer Plain" are enough to allow him to live a better life than most people in Xijing City.
“Is the office building short of funds?” Fang Minghua asked keenly.
"Yes, to be honest, the funds allocated from above are not enough, and our Writers' Association has no property. We still owe part of the project payment, and we haven't paid a cent of the decoration money. The decoration boss came to us just after the Chinese New Year to demand the account."
"My idea is, don't Lu Yao, Ping Wa, and I all have royalties? Let's help advance part of it first. The two of them will contribute 30,000, and I will contribute 40,000 to you, and you will borrow 100,000 from the foundation. , If you collect 200,000, you can be part of the decoration boss. It is not easy to do business these days."
After hearing Chen Zhongshi's idea, Fang Minghua thought for a while and asked: "Renovate this building. How much is the total amount owed to the outside world now? "
"The total amount for the project and decoration is about 420,000. I will find a way to pay it back slowly in the future," Chen Zhongshi replied.
"In that case, the three of you don't need to advance money. All the 420,000 will be paid by the foundation, and you don't have to pay it back. It is considered a sponsorship from the foundation." Fang Minghua made a decision immediately.
"Sponsorship?"
"Yes, I plan to sponsor 600,000 yuan, and the remaining 180,000 yuan will be purchased for office equipment. To be honest, the tables, chairs and benches that have been used for decades in our unit should have been eliminated long ago. Computers, printers, copiers, We should also buy some faxes and the like, as this will help improve work efficiency," Fang Minghua expressed his opinion.
"Thank you so much, Minghua!" Chen Zhongshi was a little excited.
The worries that have been bothering me for so many days and that have made me unable to live well for years are solved so easily.
"Thank you for what? I am also a member of the Writers' Association. You have to worry about building the building and I can't help you." Fang Minghua said with a smile: "But I have a small request."
"What are your requirements?"
"Give the foundation and the literary jury several more offices."
"That's no problem. How many do you want? Are ten houses enough?" Chen Zhongshi said immediately.
“You don’t need so many. Five rooms are enough. Any more is a waste. There are so many people in the government house.” Fang Minghua said.
"That's five rooms, put them on the third floor, next to your office!" Chen Zhongshi immediately decided that as the chairman of the Qin Provincial Writers' Association, he still had power.
After finishing this matter, Chen Zhongshi's mood immediately became relaxed. He took a few sips of tea and was about to leave, but Fang Minghua stopped him.
"Don't worry, Teacher Chen, I have something else to discuss with you."
"What is it?"
"Isn't this the third session that will start soon? The World Chinese Literature Award is here. I want to adjust the organizational structure. The World Chinese Literature Award Foundation has a Chinese Literature Award Organizing Committee and an office. The office is a permanent organization. "
"I am responsible for the foundation. President, let Bai Miao serve as the chairman of the organizing committee and the director of the office, specifically responsible for the organization of this literary award, what do you think?" Fang Minghua said.
"Minghua, it seems that you have completely left the competition to Bai Miao." Chen Zhongshi understood immediately.
"Hey, you know I'm lazy personally, and Bai Miao did a good job last time, so let him continue to do it."
"Okay, although the Chinese Literature Award is hung by our Writers Association In my name, it is actually run by you personally. You can do whatever you think is appropriate." Chen Zhongshi immediately agreed: "If you need any assistance in organizing the competition, just ask. I will leave first."
Chen Zhongshi finished. stand up. Fang Minghua sent him to the gate and returned to the courtyard to continue drinking tea.
Bai Miao is the most suitable person to do it. Of course, he won't let him work for nothing, and he will have to pay an extra salary.
For several leaders of the Writers Association, including Chen Zhongshi, who have a good relationship with Fang Minghua, the copyright income from the novel has greatly increased their income, and they can be regarded as wealthy in Xijing City.
But Bai Miao is only the vice chairman of the Writers Association. Although he has written some articles, he has not published a best-selling novel, and he only relies on his dead salary.
The Writers Association is not a lucrative organization, so he is very happy to receive another salary, not to mention he also likes this job very much.
At the beginning of March, the officials of the Writers Association happily moved into the newly built Writers Association building, and at the same time, the third World Chinese Literature Award was officially launched.
Bai Miao, chairman of the organizing committee and director of the office, was in charge, with Fang Minghua as the hands-off manager - of course, he still had to participate in the review work.
Today he was sitting in his office on the third floor of the Writers Association, reading a magazine, which was "Tianya" written by Han Shaogong.
The columns are very rich, including writer's standpoint, folk language, special reports, literature, art, research and criticism, etc.
The Writer's Stand includes the cultural essay "The Testament Betrayed" (excerpt) written by writer Milan Kundera, and "Inside and Out of Football" written by Shi Tiesheng.
For those who don’t know Shi Tiesheng, it’s hard to imagine that a person who has been in a wheelchair for a long time is interested in watching this sport and even published an article to discuss it in depth.
"In football and on the earth, among the doctrines with numerous flags and banners, nationalism is the oldest and most solid doctrine, and the passion that is most easily incited."
This is a sentence in the article.
Tsk, tsk, what a visionary person.
In the Literary Research and Criticism column, an article about poetry written by the poet Yu Jian, "Retreating from "Metaphor" - My View on Poetry as a Method", was published.
“Why should poetry writing “step back from metaphor”? Simply put, it is to describe personal experience “clearly”.
Fang Minghua couldn't help but sigh after reading it.
What does it mean?
I just advocate writing in vernacular.
Yu Jian, who became famous in the 1980s, is a representative figure of the "third generation poetry" and emphasizes the importance of oral writing.
"Tianya" magazine published this article, which naturally has his background.
In the field of literature, "great discussions on humanistic spirit" have emerged one after another, attracting attention. At the same time, quarrels in the field of poetry have attracted attention from time to time. The core of what was later called the "poetry of the 1990s" split was the protracted debate between "folk writing" and "intellectual writing."
Poets Yu Jian, Yi Sha, and others who advocated the stance of "folk writing" and poets Tang Xiaodu, Xichuan, and Cheng, who were called "intellectual writing", started debates in academic discussions in newspapers and magazines.
Both sides hold different opinions on issues such as the current situation of poetry, poetic propositions, and writing stances, and the barriers are clear:
People in the folk writing camp accuse intellectuals of writing with a cultural aristocratic mentality and relying on knowledge. Using translated poems as the basis and writing resources makes poetry become increasingly book-like and far away from life and readers.
The intellectual camp refutes the other party: those who advocate writing about the so-called vivid "daily life" and taking the road of "hype" are useless It is different from reducing poetry to the jester of the consumer era.
It was so noisy.
Fang Minghua watched some of their arguments and sighed in his heart.
Poetry is now extremely ill, and I can’t even argue about it for a day.
(End of this chapter)