October 15, Humanities Society.
While the release of the latest issue of "People's Literature" is completed, the national seminar co-organized with "Harvest" is also ready.
Fang Yan was flipping through the details of the meeting arrangements while listening to Chen Xiaoman’s report:
“The meeting location is at the sanatorium on the edge of the West Lake in Hangzhou.”
"Zhu Wei, Wang Fu and the others have rushed over a day in advance to confirm with the comrades from "West Lake" and "Harvest" one last time the specific work of accommodation, meals, travel and activity arrangements..."
"Sister-in-law, have all the copies of "Farewell My Concubine" been printed?"
"Okay, but the 25 copies are a little missing. Do you want the printing house to print some more?"
“Enough is enough, internal Just for circulation."
Fang Yan closed the document and said, "Now that it's almost done, I think we can leave for Hangzhou in the next two days."
"Then I'll have someone book a train. Tickets.”
Chen Xiaoman glanced at his watch, "By the way, the guy you asked me to date last time, Lu Haiyan, will be here in a while."
"Sister-in-law, when the time comes, let him Bring me here." Fang Yan smiled.
“Okay!”
Chen Xiaoman agreed, and after about seven or eight minutes, he invited Haiyan to the office.
"Director Fang, excuse me."
"Just call me by my name. Please sit down."
"How about that? How about I call you 'teacher', just like Teacher Chen."
Haiyan is polite. Angry, he kept looking at the man in front of him with a strange light in his eyes.
Seeing that he was fascinated, Fang Yan shuddered when he thought about this person's orientation, "What are you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Teacher Fang, I just A little surprised.”
Haiyan showed an implicit smile, "I didn't expect you to be so talented in literature and achieve such great achievements at such a young age!"
"It's an exaggeration. I just wrote novels a few years earlier than others. , there are many people who are more talented and gifted than me.”
Dialect took it out of the drawer. The manuscript of "Plain Clothes Police", "Let me just talk about you, Comrade Haiyan, this novel is very good."
"It's an award."
"It's not an award. A while ago, I Both Mr. Chen and I have read "Plain Clothes Police", which is the best in terms of readability and story. ”
"This is all thanks to Teacher Youfang's inspiration."
"Me?"
"Yes, it was after watching "Malevolence" that I had the idea to write such a criminal investigation. A police novel about solving crimes."
"Yeah, that's really a coincidence."
Fang Yan and Chen Xiaoman looked at each other.
"But compared to your "Malevolence", my "Plain Clothes Police" can only be regarded as an imitation."
Haiyan said: "I'm ashamed to say that I also showed it to several of my colleagues, and they They all say that it is written in a vulgar way, but it is not as brilliant as "Malice". ."
"How to say?"
"When literature is presented in a single type, it means that it is not brilliant. It is a good situation for a hundred flowers to bloom. Nowadays, there are too many serious literature and pure literature. It needs to be tempered by popular literature. Isn’t my "Malicious" not vulgar?"
Dialect said: "Many great writers have been writing popular prose all their lives, but who dares to say that they are not literary giants?"
These words slipped into Haiyan's heart and directly touched the most itchy spot. His whole face was flushed with excitement.
"I think you are quite talented. If you don't want to continue to develop in the literary world, why not join the Writers' Association or something?"
"Teacher Fang is really good at joking. I can easily join the Writers' Association. ?”
“It’s not a joke, as long as you keep writing and keep it popular, not kitsch, vulgar, or vulgar, you will have a chance.”
After a few words of encouragement, Fang Yan almost shouted, "You have the qualifications to be a great emperor."
"With these words, I will definitely work hard!"
Haiyan's face was like a pool of water, but his two small eyes were shining.
Fang Yan suddenly said: "Have you ever thought about adapting this novel into a TV series?"
Haiyan's heart beat a few times in an instant, "Can you do it!"
"This novel has this potential, but the most urgent task now is to improve the novel and publish it."
Fang Yan skillfully painted the pie, and it didn't cost money anyway.
Hai Yan’s psychology is well understood. After all, as long as the show becomes popular, the original author will also become popular.
The future journey, like the Writers Association, is not a delusion.
………………
The next day, the train from Yanjing to Hangzhou began to leave.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang."
The hard sleeper carriage of the train kept bumping. Fang Yan slept on Shi Tiesheng's upper bunk, opposite Zhong Acheng and Wang Shuo.
"Teacher Fang, within half a month this time, the sales volume of "World of Reasoning" has exceeded 330,000 copies."
"Editor Yang of "Science Fiction World" said that the publishing house We receive dozens of letters every day, either letters or letters for subscriptions to journals, or letters from readers urging us to publish the second issue of "The World of Reasoning". We are all looking forward to the follow-up content of "Song Ci, the Punisher of the Song Dynasty" .”
"..."
Listening to the good news from Wang Shuo and the part-time editors of "World of Reasoning", Fang Yan turned to Shi Tiesheng:
"Apart from these, is there anything else? For example Some manuscripts of mystery novels? "
"Yes! But the number is not many, there are only four, one novella and three short stories. The quality cannot be said to be very good."
Shi Tiesheng said truthfully. Report on submission status.
"After all, China has never provided a stable window for writers of mystery novels to publish and showcase."
Fang Yan smiled: "Talents cannot appear all at once and must be cultivated slowly. ."
"Isn't it?"
Wang Shuodao: "It's been said in the newspaper. It has set a precedent for mystery literature in China." He peeled off the peanuts, "Editor-in-chief Yang told me that many publishing houses are now eyeing the meat of mystery novels and are ready to start a magazine like "Mystery World". .”
“The soil for mystery novels is here, and the seeds of mystery writers are waiting to grow.”
Fang Yan has repeatedly emphasized that if he meets someone with good talent, the fee can be relaxed appropriately, but the copyright must be tightened.
"Okay, but Teacher Fang, buying their copyright...isn't it too much of a loss? Is their copyright worth buying?"
Wang Shuo, Zhong Acheng and others clicked nod.
Fang Yan said: "It's really not worth it. Just use it as gold to buy horse bones. Only with enough profits can more people write mystery novels."
"Teacher Fang really You are too considerate of Chinese literature!”
Wang Shuo couldn't help but sigh, although this high manuscript fee also came with conditions.
That is a contract with a priority signing clause. The copyright of the novel must be given priority to "Mystery World" for agency. If the contract is violated, the copyright will automatically belong to "Mystery World", such as a private transaction, Selling the copyright is a breach of contract.
In return, the editorial department of "Mystery World" will act as a middleman and actively sell the copyright to major TV stations and film studios.
"Okay, every mystery novel to be published in the future, as well as the better submissions, remember to show them to me in advance."
Fang Yan said: "I want to review them myself." "No problem."
Wang Shuo, as one of the first cultural self-employed people in his previous life, has an extraordinary business sense.
In just a few words from Teacher Fang, I realized that "novel copyright" might be a thing that hides huge profits.
Not to mention other miscellaneous adaptation rights, the royalties from TV series and movies alone are a considerable amount of income!
However, he is only on the second floor, while Dialect is on the fifth floor.
In this era of lack of entertainment, we can cultivate a huge group of novel readers. When movies and TV series enter thousands of Chinese households, the group of people who read novels will give great value to the copyright of novels.
When the time comes, whoever can create the first batch of published works and who can firmly capture the first batch of user groups will be the future generation of literary giants. Whoever can seize the copyright of the first batch of works will be the future generation of writers. The entertainment giant of the future, but now is a great opportunity.
"Yanzi, there is one more thing."
Shi Tiesheng reminded that the editorial department has also received many reprint application letters from other newspapers, hoping to serialize "Da Song Ti" in his own newspaper "The Criminal Officer Song Ci", the royalties offered by the newspapers were also varied. The major newspapers paid the highest standard, while the tabloid newspapers mostly paid around 10 yuan.
“There’s no rush, we’ll decide when we get back from Hangzhou.”
Fang Yan showed a meaningful smile.
"What do you plan to do with the readers' letters?"
Shi Tiesheng said, let alone reply, there was no time to even read it.
“These letters should be handled according to my old rules.”
Fang Yan packed up these letters and stored them in his vacant courtyard.
Wang Shuo's eyes showed envy. When will he be as generous as Teacher Fang!
The door of the mansion, which is so lavish that you can get in and out of it, is specially used as a warehouse for letters from readers. This is what a great writer should do!
………………
When we arrived in Hangzhou, the writers invited to the conference also arrived one after another.
Northern Hebei, northern Shaanxi, southern Hunan, southern Henan, eastern Guangdong, Sichuan, Shanghai, Ganlong...
People from all over the world gathered together.
Although it is co-organized by "People's Literature" and "Harvest", the budget is still limited. Not only is the food for the conference quite simple, but the accommodation conditions in this nursing home called "General Building" are also quite simple. , there are rooms for two people and rooms for three people.
Fortunately, the writers, editors and critics who attended the meeting did not care or complain, and just lived in a room in twos and threes.
"These two are the leaders of the Hunan Army, Han Shaogong and Gu Hua."
"Gu Hua, Shaogong, let me introduce to you. He is the Zhong you have always wanted to see. Acheng, the author of "The King of Chess""
Dialect introduced the two parties to each other, "That one is Wang Shuo, who has recently made his mark with 'New Beijing Flavor Novels'."
"Hello, hello!"
"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. Yes!”
The two groups of people greeted each other in the corridor of the nursing home, their faces filled with enthusiasm.
Han Shaogong said to Zhong Acheng: "I have known you for a long time. I have read your "The King of Chess", and this time I have met you in person."
Zhong Acheng was a little shy and did not want to talk about himself: "What you and Comrade Gu Hua wrote is also very good. I have read them all."
Master Han was overjoyed with congratulations, "It seems that I haven't seen you write a new work for a while. "
Zhong Acheng suddenly smiled slyly: "It's hard to write."< br>
Han Shaogong, Gu Hua and others looked at each other in confusion: "How could it be?"
Zhong Acheng became serious and confident: "This is like high jumping. In front of me is your 'Xiangchu' The benchmark of literature, I have to surpass it”
"I don't dare, I don't dare to be a benchmark."
Han Shaogong said: "In this building, there are many people who can serve as benchmarks than us."
"Isn't that right? Not to mention Brother Acheng’s "The King of Chess"."
Gu Hua waved his hand, "Look. That Feng Jicai, his series of Jinmen's Strange People in the World is amazing, and Zheng Wanlong next to him, his series of "Strange Stories from a Strange Land" is also not far behind. These two are both from the north, and let's talk about the south. Look at that. The man's name is 'Li Hangyu'"
"His!"
Zhong Acheng took a breath of air, "I heard about this man from Teacher Fang. His 'Gechuanjiang' series is the forerunner of root-seeking literature."
"Look at the one in eastern Guangdong. Several..."
Han Shaogong looked around and pointed, "There is also Jia Pingwa who is chatting with Yanzi. His story about Shangzhou is full of meaning."
"No. Then again, although there are so many branches of root-seeking literature, and they all have the potential to become benchmarks for root-seeking literature, I am afraid that other people present, including you and me, are not suitable for what can truly be called a benchmark. As long as we organize this Only Yan Zi deserves it."
Gu Hua said decisively: "I wonder if you agree with me?"
Zhong Acheng blurted out without thinking, "This is natural! No one can be called a benchmark for root-seeking literature than Teacher Fang!"
While speaking, they, like everyone else in the corridor, turned their gazes one after another. He turned to Fang Yan who was busy entertaining.
Most of the representatives attending the meeting arrived this afternoon, just in time to catch up with the grand welcome banquet in the evening.
Just in Zhiweiguan, hosted by "West Lake" magazine, it shows the friendship of the landlord.
Wang Shuo and Zhong Acheng were full of excitement and couldn't let go at first, but after drinking a few cups of yellow soup, they began to let themselves go.
Fang Yan saw them toasting frequently and reminded him, "I don't want you to drink rice wine like this, you will get drunk easily."
"No way, Teacher Fang?"
Wang Shuo didn't take it seriously. , "This wine tastes like flat Arctic soda, not alcoholic at all."
"Yes, it tastes really good." Zhong Acheng drank quickly, one glass after another.
“Yellow wine is slow-tempered, and you will know how powerful it is after a while.”
Fang Yan smiled, and then heard Li Xiaolin calling him over to give a toast to the huge welcome banquet.
“Wow, wow, wow.”
Tie Ning, Wang Anyi and other long-time friends took the lead in applauding, and other guests also followed suit. The applause was overwhelming and did not stop for a long time.
"Everyone!"
"Please allow me to represent the organizers of this event, "People's Literature", "Harvest" and "West Lake", and in my own name, A warm welcome to the writers, critics and editors who have come from afar.”
"..."
"Among the guests here today, many are our old friends, and many will be new friends in the future, but whether they are old friends or new friends, they all have one thing in common. That’s because they are all closely related to root-seeking literature!”
“It’s precisely because our literature has the same roots! It is the traditional Chinese national culture that writers from all over the world gather here these days."
"We drink wine as a song"
"It is also because of the roots of our literature. After growing various roots, we will gather here to brainstorm and study. ”
Dialect looked left and right, "Here, I sincerely wish that this West Lake Conference can be held successfully."
"Cheers!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone They stood up and responded one after another. For a while, cups were pushed and cups were exchanged, and people drank and drank.
Zhong Acheng and Wang Shuo frequently looked for people to drink. As the rice wine got stronger, the more they drank, the more they drank. Finally, they were carried upstairs and thrown on the bed.
After the meal, another dance was organized, but no one was dancing.
Almost everyone found someone they wanted to chat with and discussed the issues, except Wang Shuo and Zhong Acheng, who were lying in the room and sleeping soundly.
Thus, the song "Love in Late Autumn" officially kicked off the West Lake Conference. (End of this chapter)