Chapter 22 The first day in the editorial office
Sunday, January 21st.
On the first day of work, Fang Yan took the bus to No. 7 West Chang'an Avenue and met the concierge, Uncle Qin.
Wang Jie took him through the entry procedures, and from now on he would be an assistant editor like her, helping the editors of each group.
Back to the editorial office, it is usually empty, but now, except for Li Qingquan, everyone is present to welcome new colleagues.
"From this moment on, dialects are a part of our "Yanjing Literature and Art", and they are also our comrades and comrades on the cultural front. From now on, we will learn from each other and help each other..."
Wang Meng finished his words and turned. Onboarding speeches into dialects.
Accompanied by some impassioned words, applause broke out.
“Bah bang bang.”
Zhou Yanru put down her hand and told him kindly, “From now on, you will work at the desk opposite Xiao Wang. You can ask Xiao Wang what to do and how to do it. King, you can also ask us.”
Fang Yan nodded, "I will, Teacher Zhou."
"Don't rush into work, clear the table first." Zhou Yanru looked at Wang Jie, "Xiao Wang, help him."
“Okay, Master!”
Wang Jie agreed wholeheartedly.
As soon as the welcome party was over, Fang Yan, under the guidance of Wang Jie, fetched water, wrung out the rag, and wiped the table while asking:
"Why haven't you seen Mr. Li?"
"Mr. Li has been transferred, and the current editor-in-chief is Mr. Wang."
Wang Jie lowered her voice and said.
Fang Yan said in surprise: "Transfer?"
"Yes."
Wang Jie said bluntly that a few years ago, Li Qingquan received a commission from Ding Ling, and the literature training institute resumed operations. He was asked to be the director and be fully responsible for preparations, enrollment and other work.
"Literary training center?"
The dialect feels strange.
“The Literature Institute was founded in the second year after the founding of the People’s Republic of China.”
Li Yue’s voice came from behind, “Mr. Ding Ling was the first director, but it was a pity that only It was discontinued after 4 issues.”
"Yes, it was mentioned at last year's Literary Congress that given the current new situation in the literary world, there is an urgent need to cultivate new forces in literature and strengthen the literary team. It is imperative to recruit students for literary workshops."
Huang Zhongguo also Providing popular science to Fang Yan, a “newcomer in the literary world”.
"It is said that the admissions for this period tend to be young and middle-aged writers who have stood out in recent years. Yanzi, you are very promising."
Li Yue narrowed her eyes.
“Me?”
Fang Yan was startled.
"Yes, your "Wrangler" and "Loess High Slope" have received a very enthusiastic response from readers and the literary community, especially since you have fired the first shot of 'rethinking literature' , if I were in charge of recruiting students, I would definitely recruit you."
Huang Zhongguo folded the newspaper.
"Thank you then!"
Dialect smiled and said nothing.
This look of not being happy with things surprised Li Yue and others. They thought they would be excited and asked him to the end, but they didn't expect him to be so down-to-earth, and their evaluation of him was a little higher.
"Don't think so much, wipe the table! Clean the table!"
Wang Jie said with her hands on her hips.
Fang Yan smiled. After wiping the tables and chairs and packing up his things, he saw Wang Jie holding a pile of letters and teaching him hand by hand:
"You must know how to handle the manuscripts appropriately. OK.”
"Our editorial department stipulates that typed manuscripts will not be returned, but handwritten manuscripts will be returned... The most important task is to review letters from readers. We have to find typos and modify sentences that are not smooth enough in letters from readers that need to be published... ”
“I understand. ”
Dialect slowly became familiar with the work.
It’s not as difficult as imagined, but it’s not that easy either.
For example, to correct typos, the current simplified characters are different from the later ones. They are divided into "one simplified characters" and "two simplified characters", that is, the first and second batch of simplified characters, especially the second simplified characters.
People who have never learned it will basically not be able to recognize it.
"Egg" can actually be written as "Chicken Dan", "Fu Hao" means "Fu and Jian", and "溺堂" means "restaurant".
Even "orange" is the second abbreviation of "orange".
One of the tasks of dialect is to extract all these two simplified characters and correct them all back to one simplified character. Fortunately, the official believes that there is something very wrong with the two simple characters. Official media and textbooks have stopped using it, and literary journals are gradually implementing it. Only some readers and authors still have two simple characters in their letters.
"Just come here first, you learn very quickly."
Wang Jie sorted out the scattered letters.
Fang Yan joked: "That's because Teacher Xiao Wang taught me well."
"Huh, although you didn't learn as fast as Master taught me, you're still very close. Keep working hard next time.”
Wang Jie gave a few compliments in a pretentious manner.
"Hey, now Xiao Wang has become a master. Not bad, not bad. He does look a bit like Teacher Zhou back then."
"I really didn't notice it if you didn't tell me. It does look like it, but how do I remember that time?" When Teacher Zhou was teaching Xiao Wang, the one who had a headache, and Xiao Wang, were holding the dictionary and chewing on it all day long..."
As Li Yue and Huang Zhongguo sang and sang in harmony, In the audience, Wang Jie blushed and stomped her feet in shame: "Teacher Li! Teacher Huang!"
"You guys know how to bully Xiao Wang."
Ji Xiuying looked at Wang Jie dotingly , "Stop making trouble, it's almost time for dinner." Then turned to Dialect, "Yanzi, did Xiao Wang tell you that everyone gets a meal subsidy of 1 yuan per month?"
"Said it."
Fang Yan took out the rice bowl from the drawer.
As the meal was about to begin, everyone washed their lunch boxes. As soon as they arrived at the canteen, there was already a sea of people, and there were long queues in front of the two windows.
The men and women all moved in the same movement, with their arms raised high and their lunch boxes stretched forward. The boxes contained food tickets and they were handed out to the small window together.
The chef probably couldn't tell the difference between Zhang San and Li Si. He took a lunch box, poured the food tickets into a basket, then scooped up a spoonful of vegetables and sent one away without shaking the spoon.
While waiting in line, Wang Jie continued to teach:
"There is also a very important point. Do not give opinions to the author casually, and do not be too specific when pointing out shortcomings."
"Why?"
Fang Yan was curious.
“Because this will make the author think that the novel can be published as long as he makes modifications according to his opinions. For example, I once..."
Wang Jie said that under the guidance of Zhou Yanru, she wrote rejection comments for a handwritten manuscript of a novella, which was a thousand words long.
I pointed out the deficiencies in the writing one by one, and then stamped it with the editorial office's seal and sent it away. Unexpectedly, the result——
A few months later, the author sent the manuscript back.
"I was shocked when I received it. I actually revised it one by one according to my opinions. At the end of the letter, I was asked if it would be published?" There was a hint of disbelief in her tone.
“Have you published?”
Dialects are becoming more and more interesting.
“It’s not me who has the final say whether to publish it or not.”
Wang Jie pouted, “I showed it to Master and Teacher Ji, and they said they had changed it, but the quality was still the same. No, I can’t get out.”
“Then what?”
< br>"Teacher Li taught me a trick, and wrote back to the author saying that it is not suitable for publication in our society and please submit elsewhere. In this way, the other party gave up, so I followed this trick, and sure enough, I never encountered it again. If you send it back after modification, you will do the same in the future.”
"A long-term pain is not as good as a short-term pain?"
"That's what it means!"
Wang Jie's eyes lit up, "But this trick works well for manuscripts sent by mail, but it is better for manuscripts submitted at home. It’s hard to do.”
Fang Yan asked: “Can I still come to submit articles?”
“Yes, but I’m afraid of encountering difficult authors.”
"What should I say?"
"You haven't seen it. You don't know that some people who are engaged in literary creation are particularly sensitive. A casual remark may hurt them." Wang Jie said helplessly, " Unless we encounter someone who refuses to leave, we usually speak tactfully and recommend him if he cannot be published in "Yanjing Literature and Art" Other publishers."
"Learned."
"But this method sometimes doesn't work. Several times the authors I met said, 'I just went to People's Literature. , Contemporary, their editors asked me to come to you'
"Hahaha~"
The two looked at each other and smiled, and their laughter attracted the attention of others.
Fang Yan restrained his smile and suddenly thought of the manuscript he had arranged with Lu Yao. I wonder if "Thrilling Scene" has been revised?
Or maybe it has been mailed to "Yanjing Literature and Art"?
(End of this chapter)