Before Zhou Yan reached his office, he heard Tchaikovsky's "June Barcarolle" coming from inside.
No need to ask, it must be Yu Hua and the others. Apart from Yu Hua and the others, no one else would come to his office to listen to music.
He pushed the door in and saw Yu Hua and Shi Tiesheng holding cigarettes in their mouths and listening to music quietly.
Looking at how absorbed they were in listening, Zhou Yan didn’t say anything. He walked gently behind the desk and put down the materials in his hands.
Yu Hua saw Zhou Yan and said, "Is your audition over?"
"Yeah." Zhou Yan nodded and joked, "You guys came here because you wanted to have dinner."
Yu Hua pouted and said, "I didn't come to eat your lunch, so just be satisfied. Originally We wanted to join in the fun next door and watch the audition, but after thinking about it, we should forget it."
"If you want to join in the fun, you should come in the morning. There are not many people around in the afternoon." Zhou Yan went to pour himself a cup of tea." You’re not just here for dinner.”
“We’re here to talk about business. The time for the congress has been decided, so we’re here to discuss it with you. "
"When exactly?" Zhou Yan asked.
"December 16th to 20th."
Hearing this time, Zhou Yan frowned, because he originally planned to go to the "Titanic" filming set during that time. Now it seems that going to the set will have to be postponed.
Logically speaking, there is no need for a "half-hearted writer" like Zhou Yan to join in the excitement of the congress. His reputation in the literary circle is not enough. He doesn't have many friends in the literary circle, the main ones are Yu Hua, Shi Tiesheng and Su Tong.
But last year, the Writers Association attached great importance to attracting him and Yu Hua to the Writers Association, with the purpose of allowing them to participate in this session of the Writers' Congress. Moreover, it is said that the old director Wang Meng also spoke about their joining the Writers' Association.
The key work representative meeting was held right outside my home. It wouldn’t be a good idea if he didn’t go.
"Now that the time has been set, let's just get together then. What do you want to discuss?"
"I'm just asking you how you got there, and do you want to go with the Jiangsu Provincial Writers Association?"
< br>The Writers’ Congress is divided into localities. Generally, the Writers’ Associations of each province send representatives to come to Yanjing to participate in the Writers’ Congress. In this way, the question of who to represent comes into play.
For example, Yu Hua, who is from Zhejiang, is supposed to be with the ZJ Provincial delegation. However, he is not a member of the ZJ Provincial Writers Association, so he will not be with the ZJ Provincial delegation, but Just go there.
Zhou Yan is different from Yu Hua. He is not only a member of the Chinese Writers Association, but also a member of the Jiangsu Provincial Writers Association. Su Tong had said before that when the Jiangsu Provincial Writers Association delegation came over, he would take him with him. Together.
"Let me see the news from Jiangsu Province. If they want to take me, I will go with them. Anyway, it is all in name only. When the time comes, I will go directly from here."
Shi Tiesheng smiled and said, "I think you might as well not represent Jiangsu Province, so that they can free up one spot and bring one more person over."
Zhou Yan nodded, Shi Tiesheng said It makes sense. The number of places and funds for the delegations of local writers' associations are fixed. If Zhou Yan is elected, the Jiangsu Provincial Writers' Association will have to take down one of them.
He originally joined the Jiangsu Provincial Writers Association just to gain a reputation. He had little contact with the writers in Jiangsu Province, so naturally there would be no conflicts of interest, but if he took up a quota, he would not necessarily offend anyone.
Although it seems that only one person was taken down, there may be more than one person offended.
Although Zhou Yan is not afraid of offending people, this matter is meaningless to him, and there is no need to offend people because of this.
Yu Hua was particularly disgusted with these things and curled his lips and said, "Let me just say that joining the Writers' Association is not necessarily a good thing. When there are more people, things will become particularly troublesome. Something to guard against. There will be more.”
Shi Tiesheng put out the cigarette butts in his hands and said with a smile, “People are like magnets, dragging them on the beach. The further they drag, the more iron filings they get on their bodies. If the magnet loses its power, the iron filings will naturally fall apart. If you are not careful, you will have to attract something else.
"That's not necessarily true, it could be iron filings. It could also be other things, such as a smelly piece of dog shit." After saying this, Shi Tiesheng laughed first.
Yu Hua rolled his eyes, "Tie Sheng, your words are becoming more and more out of tune now. Who did this dog mess with? It has to be dog shit, not other shit?"
"It doesn't have to be dog shit. Shit, mainly when I used to play in the sand, I always encountered dog shit, and dogs liked to bury shit in the sand."
This made Yu Hua nodded in agreement, "This is indeed reality. The portrayal of doctrine."
"This is called the talk of experience."
......
Zhou Yan couldn't help but roll his eyes. One second they were talking about the Congress, and the next second they started talking about shit.
The key is that while they were talking about shit, Tchaikovsky's "June Barcarolle" was still playing in the room. No matter how much sadness this song contained, it was all lost between them. The conversation was clean and tidy.
Zhou Yan had no intention of participating in it and discussed shit with them. He just got up and walked to the stereo and stopped the music. He was worried that if this went on, he would have trouble hearing "June Barcarolle" again in the future. Shit keeps popping up.
He had just turned off the music when he heard Yu Hua say, "We are just going to join in the fun at the congress, but many acquaintances will be there, so we can have a good gathering. Some people haven't been there for a long time. See, I miss you so much."
Shi Tiesheng pointed it out directly, "I think you want to play cards."
"Playing cards is just a way to connect with each other."
Zhou Yan looked at Yu Hua, thinking that this guy might be a little too idle recently, and he had to find something to do for him quickly.
The release of "Xu Sanguan's Story of Selling Blood" in Korea has basically been settled, and it should be released by the end of the year. Next year, Zhou Yan plans to arrange several book signings for Yu Hua in Korea.
I will look for opportunities later to translate Yu Hua’s other works into English, sell them to the United States, and arrange some activities for him in the United States.
Yu Hua didn't know Zhou Yan was planning on him at this time. He was excitedly thinking about who he should play cards with Shi Tiesheng during the congress.
"When the time comes, just pull Su Tong up and find one or two more..."
As he said that, Yu Hua looked at Zhou Yan again, "Forget it, you are the audience every time."
Zhou Yan shrugged, "If you want to win my money, there's no way."
"Among my friends, you are the richest, but you don't show up, which makes people feel like they are following you. Baoshan feels like he has no way to start."
Shi Tiesheng teased, "Zhou Yan just doesn't play cards. It's not that he doesn't know how to play. Just because of his memory, you can only strengthen Baoshan by playing cards with him."
"Tiesheng, you are just saying this. Playing cards is not just about who has a good memory, but also a sense of harmony between man and nature. Bi Feiyu, you know, that guy is better at counting cards than anyone else, but he has ten At least six of them were lost. "
"You have done some metaphysics in your playing of cards, and you have come up with the unity of heaven and man." "Well, what he means by the unity of heaven and man is luck. "
Yu Hua said confidently, "Yes, this is what playing cards depends on, and luck is divided into two parts. One is luck, and the other is luck. Let's not talk about luck. , cannot be controlled by humans, but Qi is different. Qi includes many things, such as momentum, rhythm..."
Every time he talks about playing cards, Yu Hua is particularly enthusiastic and talks eloquently.
Yu Hua was talking happily when Wang Zuxian walked in with Chen Derong.
Seeing the two of them, Wang Zuxian was not surprised at all. He smiled and said hello, "Brother Yu, Brother Tiesheng, you are also there."
Seeing Wang Zuxian and the others, Yu Hua also stopped After talking eloquently, he smiled and replied, "Xiao Xian is here."
Shi Tiesheng also smiled and nodded in response, "Hello."
Wang Zuxian also took the opportunity to introduce Chen Derong, "This is me. A younger sister, Chen Derong. This is brother Yu Hua, and brother Shi Tiesheng, both are very powerful writers.”
"I'm embarrassed to say what you said." Yu Hua smiled and waved his hands, then looked at Chen Derong and asked in surprise, "Did you act in "Plum Blossom Brand"?"
Chen Derong nodded, " Well, I acted."
Zhou Yan said with a smile, "You have also watched "Plum Blossom Brand""
"I rarely watch TV series, but this one. This TV series is very popular, you can watch it everywhere, your sister-in-law also likes to watch it, and she even praised the heroine for her beauty. I didn’t expect that I would see the heroine today, and thanks to you, I met many big stars. "
Yu Hua was being modest. Even without Zhou Yan, he had met many big stars.
The movie "Alive" alone allowed him to meet the most famous actors and actresses in the mainland today.
No matter how famous Chen Derong is, he cannot compare to Gong Li.
But what Yu Hua said is correct. After "Plum Blossom Brand" was broadcast, it became very popular, especially by some female viewers.
Many people look down on Qiong Yao, but it has to be said that Qiong Yao's dramas are the absolute traffic king in this era. Her routines have completely grasped the pulse of the audience in this era.
Facing Yu Hua’s praise, Chen Derong also said humbly, “I don’t dare to call you a big star in front of you.”
Yu Hua was not a person who liked to talk. He smiled and shook his head, and said to Wang Zuxian, "You should not leave this time. The movie will start shooting soon."
"Well, this time If you come here, you will be considered as a member of the team, and all subsequent actions will be under the direction of Director Zhou. I can go wherever he asks me to go," Wang Zuxian joked.
Hearing what Wang Zuxian said, Yu Hua showed a meaningful smile.
He has always felt that there is some unexplainable ambiguity between Zhou Yan and Wang Zuxian. What he said is quite a bit like a husband and a wife. Maybe the rumors in the market are true.
Zhou Yan also saw the smile on Yu Hua's face. He changed the subject and asked, "What do you two want to see me for now?"
"I heard that the audition is over, so I came here to ask, how was it today?"
"Well, it's not bad, but the final result will have to wait until we watch today's audition video." Zhou Yan nodded, Then he raised his hand and asked them to sit down, "Sit down and chat. It's almost time for dinner. Let's go to eat together later. You are here today. There will be extra meals in the cafeteria today."
"Don't tell us. It’s like a meal... What’s the extra meal? Is there any braised pork?”
“It must be there.”
Yu Hua nodded with satisfaction, “The chefs in your cafeteria are here. It’s pretty good, the braised pork is pretty good.”
Zhou Yan and Yu Hua are very different when it comes to eating, but they both like the same dish, which is braised pork.
Earlier, the reason why Zhou Yan went to Yanjing Factory to get rice every day was because the braised pork in their factory was so good. Because he had a sweet talk and was good at getting things done, the big brothers and sisters who were cooking were willing to give him more.
Later Zhou Yan didn’t get over it very much, and they still talked about him all the time.
"I opened a bottle of Wuliangye before, and there is still half a bottle in the canteen. Do you want to drink it tonight?" Zhou Yan asked with a smile.
Zhou Yan's suggestion made Yu Hua want to make a move, but after thinking about it, he still refused the temptation, "You have to go home early tonight. Save the wine for next time. Let's drink together next time."< br>
"The crew will go to Pengcheng in a while. I'm afraid I won't have time to drink with you for a while."
"It doesn't matter, then wait until the author meeting is held before drinking. There will be many people and it will be lively , but half a bottle of wine won’t be enough when the time comes.”
“Hey, I can still afford the wine.” After saying this, Zhou Yan suddenly realized, “That’s not right, why do they need it when they come to attend the Congress? Shall I entertain you?”
“No way, you are the most kind person in the world.” Yu Hua put a high hat on Zhou Yan’s head.
Next to him, Chen Derong heard their excitement and couldn't help but curious, "What is the representative meeting?"
"It's the National Congress of the Chinese Writers Association." Wang Zuxian explained to her with a smile, and then asked: "This year is the fifth one, right? The time has been determined?"
"Well, the time has been determined. It starts on December 16th," Yu Hua said.
Chen Derong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, thinking that falling in love with a writer was different. Even the Writers' Congress knew about it.
But it was only then that Chen Derong realized that Zhou Yan was still a writer.
Zhou Yan’s identity as a writer is known to more people in Mainland China and Neon, but fewer people know it in Taiwan, because Zhou Yan’s novels have not been published there, even "Tree" The movie "The Hole" is not well-known in Taiwan.
As for Yu Hua and Shi Tiesheng, Chen Derong had never heard of them.
Of course there are intersections between the literary circles and the film and television circles, but the only intersection between Chen Derong and the literary circles is Qiong Yao, and the popular literature circle and the serious literature circle appear to be distinct.
Speaking of which, Chen Derong now has Zhou Yan as a network in the serious literary circle.
Chen Derong showed full curiosity about the circles he didn't understand, and then asked, "Is this author's congress very big?"
Zhou Yan nodded, "It's big. , very large, the kind of scale that can be seen on Xinwen Network.”
The Writers' Congress is not just a meeting of the Writers Association itself. It is attended not only by writers, but also by politicians from all walks of life. There will also be speeches by national leaders. It can be said to be the highest-profile event in the literary and art circles. (End of this chapter)