Chapter 316: A strong man descends from the sky
Rongcheng, the editorial department of "Science Fiction Literature and Art".
There were less than 10 people sitting scatteredly in the huge conference room, which was lifeless and silent.
Yang Xiao, who presided over the meeting, looked around: "At the end of the year, according to the usual old rules, it is time to give out New Year's goods to everyone and spend a good New Year comfortably, but everyone knows what the situation is in the editorial department now. What was the situation like last year, and what kind of crisis has the entire science fiction world encountered?"
Yao Haijun and others all sighed.
Originally, "Science Fiction Literature and Art" was prosperous and expanded to more than 50 people. Unexpectedly, after a disaster, the editor-in-chief fled. Although the journal was not suspended, the staff was laid off, the staff was reduced, and "Science Fiction Literature and Art" was allowed to fend for itself. .
Nowadays, there are less than 10 people at all times.
The editor-in-chief in front of me, Yang Xiao, also rushed to the shelves and was ordered to do so at the last moment.
“Everyone must be aware of our current situation. We only have 50,000 to 60,000 yuan left in our account, which is only enough to last for one more period.”
“If we don’t find a solution after the year If the circulation is increased, even if "Science Fiction Literature" wants to continue its operation, it will not have the funds to continue its operation, and it may go bankrupt like the explosion-proof equipment factory in Fengtian. "
"Then, the only fire of Chinese science fiction literature will be completely extinguished!"
"Chinese science fiction will hit rock bottom, and our own Chinese science fiction novels may not appear again for a long time in the future."
"..."
Faced with such an embarrassing predicament, Yao Haijun and the others said nothing, and their eyes showed discouragement, frustration, and even despair.
The circulation has plummeted from the peak of 300,000 copies to more than 20,000 copies now. There is no market, no funds, and no contributors.
Unless a strong man descends from the sky and steps on the colorful clouds to save them!
At this moment, the concierge downstairs reminded loudly: "Editor Yang, there is a letter sent to you from Yanjing."
"Yenjing?!"
Everyone looked at each other and speculated that it was a contribution from a Yanjing writer.
The fact was indeed as they expected, but it was also greatly unexpected that the person who wrote the letter was actually the famous Young General Fang!
"What did Teacher Fang write in the letter!"
"Are you going to contribute to our "Science Fiction Literature"?"
"Even if it's not a science fiction novel! As long as he can write it for us With this manuscript, "Science Fiction Literature and Art" will be saved!"
"..."
In an instant, there was an uproar and a lot of discussion.
A pair of eyes full of expectancy stared at Yang Xiao. After Yang Xiao finished reading, he handed it to them with trembling hands and a trembling voice:
"Comrades! Teacher Fang is going to write a science fiction novel he wrote. Leave it to our journal for publication!"
"Really?"
It was like a spark falling into a barrel of dynamite, and the entire conference room exploded instantly.
“But before publishing, he wants to talk to us in person.”
Yang Xiao said: "Just after the new year, we will send us another letter about the specific time and place of the meeting."
"Talk!"
"We can talk about anything! Teacher Fang You can talk about whatever you want!"
Everyone present was excited, and their dull eyes were once again shining with hope.
There is no doubt that dialect is their savior!
This is their last life-saving straw!
…………
Five days after the letter was sent to "Science Fiction Literature and Art", January 22nd was an auspicious day.
Even on a cold day, Nanluogu Alley is still crowded with people, firecrackers are blasting, and the gongs and drums are noisy and the red flags are waving.
“Why hasn’t anyone come yet?”
Neighbors poked their heads around, sometimes looking at the entrance of the alley, sometimes looking at Fang Hong and Han Yuemin standing under the old locust tree.
"Here it comes! The car is coming!"
One second, Fang Yan ran back in a hurry, and the next second, four Citroen CX20s appeared behind her.
In the lead car were Gong Xie, and the bridesmaids Zhao Jing, Zhang Yu and Gong Ying. The driver was naturally dialect.
These days, there is no complete driving test system because before 1984, private purchase of cars was strictly prohibited. Cars are all public vehicles and belong to various government agencies.
Learning to drive can only be done by following the experienced drivers of the unit. Each unit is allocated according to quotas. The quotas are all assigned by the vehicle management office at that time and are allocated according to the number of cars in the unit. Moreover, it takes several years to take the test. time, because it is easy to drive but difficult to repair a car.
Learning to drive must start with repairing the car. Only after you have learned how to drive can you learn to drive.
The three cars at the back were taxis specially chartered by the taxi company, forming a small and popular fleet.
The grandeur and ostentation attracted the attention of everyone in the alley. The crowd was excited and chattering, and it immediately pushed the wedding of Fang Yan and Gong Cie to a small climax.
The crackling sound of firecrackers echoed throughout the alley.
Gradually, it spread into the warm house.
Witnessed by friends such as Shi Tiesheng, Tian Zengxiang, Sui Lijun, Fang Yan and Gong Zhen respectfully served tea to Yang Xia.
The man was wearing a straight suit, and the woman was wearing a bright red festive cheongsam, pearl earrings, and a sweet smile on her lipsticked mouth.
Afterwards, Zhao Hongmei brought a bowl of steaming dumplings for Fang Yan and Gong Qi to eat, and asked one more question:
"Are the dumplings raw?"
"Raw!"
Fang Yan cleared his throat and blurted out.
Gong Qian pursed his lips, showing a shy look, and whispered "生".
“The voice is too quiet!”
"Louder, you can't hear me!"
"Yes, just, you still want to have a baby with such a low voice?"
Everyone around them shouted.
The general idea is basically the same, let her give birth! Let her live!
Seeing Zhang Yu and Zhao Jing making noises, Gong Qie raised his head and met Fang Yan's eyes.
"Giving birth!!"
"How many babies are there?"
I thought it would be over, but I never expected that there were experts among the crowd, and it was not a big deal to join in the fun.
The old sisters Zhao Hongmei and Yang Xia looked at each other, obviously they had done enough work to put 3 raw dumplings in the bowl specially for the young couple.
Gong Cie blushed and lowered his head:
"Ask him, he is in charge."
Seeing this, Tian Zengxiang smiled and was the first to stand up and asked: "Yanzi, how many children do you plan to have!!"
Dang Seeing Shi Tiesheng happily joining in the fun, his dialect showed amusement Smile: "Of course he will be a member of the football team and contribute to the national football team's promotion to the World Cup!"
"Pfft!"
Hearing this, Gong Qie was stunned for a moment, then smiled. He glared, tears of joy welling up in his eyes.
"Hahaha!"
"You two children can really lead the national football team out of Asia and into the world. You two are the great contributors!"
In an instant, the whole hall burst into laughter.
This is really a witty answer!
Fang Yan curled his lips inwardly.
Except for that time in 2002, it is probably impossible for the national football team to enter the World Cup again. After all, it is the equalizer of national sports like basketball. In the end, football basketball will be in vain!
After a period of commotion, the two people put on big red flowers and were applauded and cheered by everyone, and they were sent all the way to the door.
Fang Yan clasped his fists and said thank you to the neighbors who came to support him.
"Thank you everyone! Thank you for your hard work!"
"Crackling."
Soon, bursts of firecrackers sounded in the alley again.
With the roar of the car, everyone got into the car and drove to the Yanjing Hotel. The climax of the wedding had just begun.
(End of this chapter)