The two chatted for a while, but there was no final decision yet on the candidate for the next editor-in-chief of "People's Literature".
Wang Meng would like to recommend Fang Yan for the position. There is no problem in terms of ability, reputation, performance, etc. The only flaw may be age and qualifications. After all, one can be promoted to deputy department bureau under the age of 30. A deputy editor-in-chief at the level is enough for a rocket promotion.
The editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" is at the same level as Qi Tongwei, but he knelt down to propose marriage and cry at the grave.
Fang Yan stood up and advanced the steps. With his speed, what else could he choose to do? I will take you directly to the moon!
However, Wang Meng suggested that he go to Zhang Guangnian to discuss what to do, and Fang Yan did so.
I called my senior brother as soon as possible and he made an appointment with me at the bathhouse he usually went to. Of course it was Guo Degang's alma mater, Tsinghua University.
In ancient times, let alone the old Yanjing people who didn’t take baths very often in winter, this was true throughout the north and even the whole country. Otherwise, there would be no such thing as bathing only a few times in a lifetime, even in the whole world. It's almost the same. After all, boiling water for bathing is an absolute luxury.
Otherwise there would be no French perfume. Isn’t it just to cover up body odor?
Bathing and changing clothes were rituals to worship the gods in ancient times. Is it really possible to be so solemn if it was so easy?
But these days, it is a common and trivial matter. You can go in as soon as the door opens in the morning and come out at night when the sky is full of stars. As long as you are not afraid of soaking in bald skin, you can soak in it as long as you like. There is absolutely no problem. If someone rushes you, that's called an idiot!
On a winter night, the moon flickers in the misty dark clouds.
The moonlight shines into the glass patio. In the rest hall of the five-beam bathhouse, old and young men from Yanjing are sitting on the couches.
Groups of old men have just had a dip in the water, talking about mountains and playing chess, while the back rub master is skillfully rubbing their backs.
Fang Yan sat in the large hot pool, taking a dip in the hot water, relaxing his muscles and activating his blood circulation, and sweating from his bones.
Zhang Guangnian sat on the edge, "Do you really want to be?"
Fang Yan smiled and said, “If I say that I don’t want to be a member, I would definitely be lying.” It’s much better now.”
Zhang Guangnian said: "To continue this high-spirited momentum, the best way is to let you, the deputy editor who has contributed the most, be the deputy editor."
Fang Yan smiled and said nothing, but when he heard that senior After saying "but", his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“But this is against the rules.”
Zhang Guangnian said: "With your age and qualifications, it is usually customary to go to other literary magazines or publishing houses before serving as the editor-in-chief of "People's Literature", just like Comrade Wang Meng before being transferred to "People's Literature". Has been the editor-in-chief of "Yenjing Literature", or in I would like to work in cultural departments such as the Writers Association and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Comrade Wang Meng was the chairman of the Yanjing Writers Association before..."
"Then I would rather work for a publishing house, preferably "Yenjing Literature" and "Yenjing Literature". "October"
Fang Yan touched his chin.
"You have a pretty good idea. There is a radish and a pit. You have to see if there is a radish in that pit."
Zhang Guangnian joked: "Actually, apart from this Apart from a few other options, you can also go to the cultural department and continue working with Comrade Wang Meng. I remember you still have the title of consultant to the Film Censorship Committee, or you can go to the Film Bureau and become a deputy director to contribute to Chinese films. ?”
Fang Yan touched his nose awkwardly, "That's good, but with this status, it will be inconvenient for me to study abroad and communicate in the future."
"This is a big problem."
Zhang Guang Nian pondered for a long time.
"Brother, don't bother too much. In fact, I just asked out of curiosity. I really haven't thought about leaving the Humanities Club now!" Fang Yan said: "No matter what, I have to live up to the high expectations of you and Teacher Wang. , and then leave after making "People's Literature" more prosperous."
"With your words, I am satisfied, but everything must be prepared in advance, so as to leave room for room and avoid panic."
Zhang Guangnian wrapped in a towel, came out of the bathhouse and walked to A lobby dedicated to rest.
Uniformed waiters shuttled among them, some doing pedicures, some doing massages, some doing cupping, some making tea...
Fang Yan chose an open space and sat down. , not far away is a bookshelf with literature, military, current affairs and other magazines placed on it.
Zhang Guangnian glanced at it roughly, and when he suddenly glanced at "Studying", his eyes narrowed:
"I remember that you have cooperated with Sanlian Bookstore in Xiangjiang many times, right?"
"Not only that, they also want to get me to join them."
Dialect said about Xiao Zi and Pan Yaoming He wanted him to join Xiangjiang Sanlian Bookstore, and even gave up his position as editor-in-chief.
"This is not false. Comrade Xiao Zi did write a letter, hoping to send effective agents to save the Xiangjiang Sanlian Bookstore that continues to lose money." Zhang Guangnian said, "It's just that the letter asking for help was not sent to The Writers Association is not a cultural department, but the People's Publishing House."
Fang Yan raised his eyebrows: "The People's Publishing House?"
"Yes, during the founding of the People's Republic of China, three Sanlian bookstores merged to jointly publish publications. The general management office moved from Xiangjiang to Yanjing. Later, it was merged into the People's Publishing House. They still retained the name of 'Sanlian' to publish books. Earlier, He also founded the magazine "Dushu" in 2008. "
Zhang Guangnian pointed out, "It is known as the spiritual home of Chinese intellectuals, but it is a pity that it has not been published in Xiangjiang."
Dialect Patience Listening to him talk about the history and current situation of Sanlian Bookstore, "Brother, do you want me to support Sanlian Bookstore in Hong Kong?"
"Sanlian Bookstore may return to its independent establishment after this year. Continue to serve as the chief editor of Yanjing Sanlian Bookstore. "
Zhang Guangnian said: "As for Xiangjiang, we may send some capable talents to improve the economic situation at the request of Comrade Xiao Zi."
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Fang Yan's eyes suddenly lit up. The sales volume of "People's Literature" had undergone earth-shaking changes after he arrived. Coupled with his popularity and popularity in Hong Kong, his unique insights into business logic and the commercialization of literary magazines, and his understanding of popular literature. He has attainments in both literary and literary novels. No matter how you look at it, he is the best candidate. The only problem is that he is from the Humanities Society, not the People's Publishing House.
“Are you used to seeing the colorful world outside, that’s why you want to go to Xiangjiang so actively?”
Zhang Guangnian said with a smile.
Fang Yan's eyes are open to his nose, and his nose is to his heart. He said that if he was willing to accept the appointment to the Sanlian Bookstore in Xiangjiang, it was entirely because of the friendship between Xiao Zi and Pan Yaoming, and he wanted to give them a hand. Of course, it is because of selfish motives that Xiangjiang Sanlian Bookstore got out of trouble.
After all, Gong Zhen has to study and observe in a film company in Xiangjiang for a year, which can be regarded as a solution to the problem of the young couple being in different places.
"You have to take care of both work and family, so you don't suffer at all."
Zhang Guangnian couldn't help but joke.
“Hey.”
The corners of Dialect’s mouth raised. There is nothing wrong with “People’s Literature”, but now Xiangjiang makes it easier for me to invest, and the sea and the sky are broader. (End of this chapter)