Chapter 104: None of the pigs in the production team are so raw
May 25, Monday.
Dialect went to beekeeping and played cards at noon.
When I came back, I took Huang Baizhi's car, but I didn't go back to the "October" editorial office immediately. Instead, I went to the Humanities Club first.
Give "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" to Zhang Guangnian in person.
But more importantly, I wanted to tell my senior brother everything that happened in the beekeeping lane, and it was actually the one who was playing cards with him.
As soon as he arrived at the editor-in-chief's office, Zhang Guangnian raised his head and smiled:
"How was your bridge game today?"
"Senior brother, do you know everything?"
Fang Yan opened his mouth, greatly surprised.
"Comrade Baizhi told me when he asked you out." Zhang Guangnian joked: "Did you win or lose this card game?"
"Won."
Fang Yan smiled.
“Really, you can actually win?”
Zhang Guangnian was surprised.
"I originally wanted to lose, but that guy didn't allow fake matches and said, 'You have to play cards with masters, and losing will be a taste of it.'"
Fang Yan pursed his lips.
"Playing bridge is his unique way of resting. As for winning or losing, he doesn't care." Zhang Guangnian said.
“That’s why I don’t have any pressure to win.”
Fang Yan couldn’t help but recall the scene at that time.
On the card table in all directions, three old people and one young man gathered together, focusing on each other's changes in the card game. There were bursts of joyful laughter during the fierce fight. They were having a good time, and they made an appointment to continue playing cards tomorrow.
“It seems that you have gained a lot from this trip.”
Seeing him take out Panda cigarettes, Zhang Guangnian smiled.
"Hey, and I also received good news."
Fang Yan said that the criticism of "Bitter Love" should be moderated appropriately, so that the author and "October" The editorial department writes a review, and then the "Literary and Art Newspaper" reprints the comments, which is equivalent to giving the initiative of criticism to the "Literary and Art Newspaper".
"It is indeed good news."
Zhang Guangnian said happily: "Today's literary and art circles are in shock. They have encountered many 'bows' and 'bullets' in the past, and have become very sensitive. Comrades Feng Mu, Zhou Yang and I also took this into consideration and did not agree with the escalation of criticism of "Bitter Love". "
"Senior brother, will all this pass soon? "< br>
Fang Yan cast an inquiring look.
Zhang Guangnian shook his head and said: "The criticism of "Bitter Love" will continue, but we will pay attention to the methods and methods to be more secure."
"As long as they don't criticize as fiercely as before."
Fang Yan picked up the kettle and refilled their cups.
"It won't happen again. When you go back, tell President Lu what we said and this good news."
Zhang Guangnian said: "Let everyone in the publishing house Peace of mind."
"Good!"
Fang Yan nodded solemnly.
Then, the two chatted about the card game at noon for a while, and after a cup of tea, they changed the topic. Zhang Guangnian asked:
"What did your love novel bring? Got it?”
“Bring it.”
Fang Yan handed over the manuscript.
The whole novel is about 250,000 words long. Zhang Guangnian read it roughly and flipped through it quickly, but sometimes he would slow down and read the details carefully, especially the love letter at the end.
"Did you write this poem?"
"Well, it's called "Once Upon a Time Slowly"."
"Isn't this poem incomplete?"
< br>“Only half written.”
"Write the other half as well."
As a powerful poet, Zhang Guangnian felt itchy for a while.
"What do you think, senior brother?"
Fang Yan responded and completed the upper part.
After tasting the product, Zhang Guangnian’s eyes lit up and he cheered:
"Good! The poem is good! The novel is good!"
"The love story in the novel is also good!"
"It not only writes love so cleanly, plainly and purely, but also records it. The enthusiasm, difficulties, ideals and bright future of the motherland among the educated youth of that period. It's amazing to be able to integrate so many elements into one novel so naturally..."
After praising me, I couldn't help but sigh: "My junior brother has learned so much from his teacher in terms of novels! Improvement again!”
“Thank you.”
Fang Yan talked with him about the idea of the novel for a while, and then asked him for a favor, because serializing it in the "Literary News" was different from publishing it in a journal. The newspaper was not like a publishing house that would give the author a sample publication.
However, he agreed to Fang Yan and Qiu Peining.
“This is a small matter.”
Zhang Guangnian took the manuscript and walked out of the office with him.
When passing by the editorial office, Liu Jianqing, Wang Chaogen, Wang Fu and other editors of "People's Literature" all cast excited glances.
"Teacher Xiaofang is here to submit the manuscript again?"
"His article is going to be sent to the "Literary Newspaper"."
Zhang Guangnian said for Fang Yan.
Liu Jianqing, Wang Fu and others looked at each other, made eye contact, and then swarmed up and asked, "Can we take a look?" "This..."
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Fang Yan could tell their thoughts at a glance.
Really just looking at it?
“Comrade Xiaofang, let’s take a look.”
Wang Fu and other editors looked at the two of them eagerly.
Just take a look?
Why does this sound a little familiar?
Fang Yan raised his eyebrows. Although it was obvious that they were already thinking about the manuscript, it was difficult to refuse due to human sentiment.
The same goes for Zhang Guangnian, who handed over the manuscript and solemnly emphasized: "Read it, but you can only read it. Xiao Fang's novel has been decided to be submitted to "Literary Newspaper". "
"Don't worry, I promise to take a look."
"That's right, I won't grab the article from "Literary News"."
"We and "Literary News" are brothers!"
They all said this, but the hungry look on their faces betrayed them instantly.
These days, the landlords have no food left!
"People's Literature" is also short of good manuscripts!
It is common to rush for manuscripts!
It is commonplace for brothers and units to compete for manuscripts!
Besides, when a publishing house poaches an author, how can it be called poaching! This is called "keep improving" and "icing on the cake".
Everyone gathered around "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" and passed it around.
“A long story! Another long story!”
“Love theme! This is really rare!”
"Teacher Xiaofang is going to bravely break into the forbidden area of love."
"..."
Listening to their discussion, Liu Jianqing, Wang Chaoyen and other deputy editors did not immediately join in. , but talked about "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" with Fang Yan and Zhang Guangnian, especially the creative intention.
A teacher named Xiao Fang, who has many titles such as "the first person to reflect on literature", "the pioneer of reform literature", "the father of espionage literature" and "poet", actually writes novels about pure love. ?
Cannonballs to kill flies? How can you kill a chicken with a knife?
Incredible! Unbelievable! incredible!
When the dialect revealed the creative intention, everyone was in awe.
“Ahem, I think it would be most appropriate to publish this article, “The Love of the Hawthorn Tree,” in People’s Literature. What do you think?”
“That’s right, it’s like giving a voice to love novels. , the important task of liberating the concept of love, "People's Literature" is absolutely duty-bound!"
"..."
""Contemporary" can also take on important responsibilities!"
As if a small work appeared among the crowd, the editor of "People's Literature" followed the sound, only to find that several editors of "Contemporary" were mixed in, because " Contemporary" and "People's Literature" are located in the front and back buildings of the Humanities Society, and they often visit each other.
I did not expect that "Contemporary" would intervene at this time.
Just like when the college entrance examination results were released, Shuimu and the admissions office of Yan University fell into a frenzy to compete for students. "People's Literature" and "Contemporary" competed for manuscripts in dialects, and the competition was full of excitement.
We must let Fang Yan become a scumbag for once!
The "Literary News" was ruined, or Hongxing cheated, from "Literary News" to "People's Literature", or "Contemporary".
I write about love, but you make me a scumbag?
“Teacher Xiaofang, if this article "Love at the Hawthorn Tree" wants to open up the field of love in literary creation, it must be published in a better literary journal, and "People's Literature" is the most suitable!"< br>
""Contemporary" is not bad either, Mr. Xiao Fang, you can Think about it, think about our "Contemporary"!"
Looking at the two sides facing each other, Fang Yan smoothed things over: "You are all a step too late. I have already agreed to publish it serially in "Literary News", but I can't. I’m sorry to regret it.”
"Isn't it that the "Literary News" hasn't received it yet..."
The editor of "Contemporary" muttered secretly.
“Ahem!”
Zhang Guangnian coughed, and the whole place fell silent instantly.
“How unbecoming it is in front of others!”
I saw him frowning and scanning the crowd. "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" would not be given to "People's Literature" or "Contemporary". He gave both sides a fifty-fifty thumbs up and reprimanded him.
"No, no."
Fang Yan generously said a few nice words for them.
“I’ll make you laugh.”
Zhang Guangnian’s face was disgraceful, and Liu Jianqing and other leaders were embarrassed and helpless. They were all poor and crazy, as there were too few good manuscripts.
"There is no shortage of good manuscripts in "People's Literature" and "Contemporary", right?"
Fang Yanquan pretended that the scene just now had not happened.
"Short! How come there is no shortage!"
"Really good manuscripts are lacking in every editorial department!"
Liu Jianqing sighed and said: "It's a pity that this " "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" and "People's Literature" are not related, so I can only miss it. Teacher Xiaofang, if you have new works later, you must give us "People's Literature" first."
"..."
When Fang Yan heard this, the trace of embarrassment in his heart disappeared instantly.
Listen, is this human language?
He already gave two works to "People's Literature" and gave birth to his second child. You actually want him to have a third child right away?
It's just "People's Literature", "Contemporary" jumped out again at this time, showing partiality to dialects, not happy!
The first and second parts of "The Fission of the Qin Dynasty" and "Latent" all had three children with "People's Literature", so why can't they have one with "Contemporary"! Let him live! Let him live!
Not long after I finished writing "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree", I started thinking about him having three or four children. It was so heartbreaking!
Fang Yan really wants to ask directly, are you a human being?
Even the sows in the production team did not give birth like this!
Even the donkeys of the production team are not handled like this!
(End of this chapter)