Director of the Centre

Chapter 265 Bird Wings and Gold

The storyline of Li Caochang's memoir... has no plot.

At the beginning of the book, what is the name of his grandfather, what is the name of his grandmother, and which year he died.What is the father's name, what is the mother's name, when did he get married, when was he born, and when did he die.

Then he was so poor when he was a child, he was so poor that he wore straw sandals, and then he went up to the mountains to plant grain. In order to marry his wife, he ran to his wife's house to rely on him, and he did it whenever he saw work. After a tiring day, his shoulders were worn out by the burden. In the end, the old father-in-law and the old mother-in-law thought his family was poor and refused to give him food, so they drove him out of the house in the middle of the night.

Then I wrote about how I grew and sold fruits, and then wrote about when my three sons were born, what schools they went to, and what they do now.

Accurate a household journal, no drama conflict.

It's okay to keep this stuff for yourself, give it away, don't be impatient to pay attention to your housework.

As soon as he finished reading, Li Caochang called, asking Han Lu how he finished reading his memoirs, whether he was very moved, whether he touched his soul.

Han Lu complimented casually, "I am very inspired, your life is the epitome of farmers in our era, it is "Da Jiang Da He" ah!

Li Caochang was very proud: "Brother Han Lu, distribute the book to the employees to organize learning, everyone has to write an experience."

This request is really too much, Han Lu: "Li Zhishu, don't you find it very abrupt, I don't have the power."

If he really did this, Han Lu would be called a fool by everyone, and he would be famous in the entire Jinsha City.

"Why don't I have this power anymore? I have already organized the villagers to start studying. However, the people in our village are not educated, and I'm afraid they will die if they write and read the impressions. Your unit is different, and they are all educated people. I'll get a book out again." Li Cao laughed triumphantly.

"Publish a book and give it away?" Han Lu sarcastically said.

Li Caochang: "I know this is a bit embarrassing. In this way, as long as those who can be included in the book, I will pay the manuscript fee, and each article will give [-]."

Han Lu was speechless, and it took a long time before he said: "You are a famous local tyrant, and you only pay five hundred for an article. Isn't that insulting to the gentleman? Give two thousand."

Li Caochang took it seriously: "Is 3 yuan too expensive? You see, if you want to publish a book, you have to include more than a dozen post-reading essays, which is [-] to [-] yuan."

The landlord's house has no surplus food!
Han Lu sarcastically said, "Are you short of 3 or 6 yuan? This book was written for you by Cai Ze, and he is willing to pay [-] yuan for the manuscript, so I feel distressed for [-] to [-] yuan?"

"What sixty thousand?" Li Caochang on the other end of the phone was obviously taken aback.

Han Lu said, didn't you give Cai Ze 6 yuan in royalties?
Li Caochang yelled and said, my money didn't come from a strong wind. I will give you [-] yuan for writing a broken book. Am I Sabi?I don't know where the surname Cai came from, and said he would write a book for me and give me money.I thought I was a farmer, what kind of book should I write, so I refused.I don't want to, this girl runs to our Pingdi Village every three and five times, pestering me for a full month.My mother-in-law couldn't stand the annoyance, so she agreed, or how can women have long hair but short knowledge!
Well, now that the book is printed, there are [-] copies per print, and they can't be sold, so they can only be given away everywhere.

Printing is not expensive, 2 yuan.As for the [-] draft fee, isn't that a joke?It has to be cut down.

"How much was it cut in the end?" Han Lu couldn't help asking.

Li Caochang replied, "Cut it into six thousand."

"I'll go!" The difference between [-] and [-] is unusually large, Han Lu thought to himself, [-] is not bad, it is equivalent to two months' wages of ordinary people, and Writer Cai's pestering Li Caochang for a month is quite rewarding.

Since this person is so difficult to deal with, Han Lu suddenly became a little worried: "Old Li, do you know that Cai Ze is stalking me now and wants to write me a memoir."

Li Caochang was taken aback: "How did he find you? This person is real. Indeed, there is nothing worth writing about you."

"Who says I'm not worth writing about?" Han Lu objected, "My life has more ups and downs than yours, right?"

Li Caochang's voice suddenly became worried: "No, your love and marriage are quite complicated. When the time comes, he writes scribbles and writes you as a scumbag. How will you meet people in the future?"

Han Lu was immediately frightened by his words.

Just now he was slandering that there was no dramatic conflict in Li Zhishu's memoirs, but the conflict between himself and Tao Tao was intense enough. If he really wrote it, he would immediately die socially.

The [-] copies of Li Caochang’s memoirs were brought back to the unit by our director Han, who was crazy, and distributed to the employees. Old Han called a scrap collector to come to the house, and disposed of it for ten yuan.

On the second day of work, as Li Caochang said, Writer Cai is really difficult, and he came again, sitting in the office with a smile.

Han Lu: "Here we come."

Cai Ze: "Director Han, I have drafted a framework for you to review." As he spoke, he handed over a piece of A4 paper full of words.

Han Lu glanced at it, and it really was a crude outline of his memoirs.Write about when and where he was born, where he studied in his childhood, when he came to work in Jinsha City, and when he married Tao Tao.

Come prepared!
Seeing Tao Tao's name, Director Han's eyelids twitched. Fortunately, there was no silence inside, otherwise he might not be able to restrain himself and beat Comrade Sangzi violently.

This person is not easy to offend, Han Lu threw Jian Gang into the drawer: "Writer Cai, since you are here, treat yourself as your own home, be casual, drink tea, drink tea." He also threw a pack of cigarettes, without mentioning the memoirs thing.

Cai Ze nodded: "That's right, before writing the manuscript, I need to experience life with you and observe you up close. Only by reading thousands of people can I write with spirit."

Han Lu rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Soon, there were rumors in the city's cultural and art center.

"Too bad, our unit is going to collapse and disintegrate."

"Ah, it's going to be chopped off, how can it be?"

"It's not that serious. Did you see the man in Director Han's office? The little glasses are the creditor. Isn't our art theater company owed more than 200 million foreign debts? The creditor came to the door and refused to pay The money will not leave. Now Director Han will follow wherever he goes, even going to the toilet."

"I can't pay back so much money. I think such a unit will go bankrupt sooner or later."

……

"Hey, do you know that Director Han got into trouble?"

"what happened?"

"Director Han got into a fight with someone, and he refused to accept it. Now he is sitting in the office to discuss an explanation."

"No way?"

"Why not, look at those glasses, they have been beaten into panda eyes by Director Han."

"Hey, you said that Director Han is almost 40 years old, and he is the leader of the unit, why is he still so angry."

……

Hearing these rumors, Han Lu was taken aback. It is understandable that Cai Ze is regarded as a creditor of the unit.It doesn't make sense to say that I beat him!
He looked intently, and sure enough, Cai Ze's eye circles were all black, obviously he was beaten terribly.

Han Lu started to gossip, so he couldn't help but invite writer Sang Zi to have a meal of bean curd rice, drink a few bottles of beer, and inquire carefully.

Cai Ze was in a state of sorrow, wiped away his tears, and said that his eyes were hit by his old wife, but the old woman complained that he could not make money, so she got so angry that she even started to fight.

"Director Han, tell me, can we do art without being poor? The articles are life-threatening. If Cao Xueqin hadn't been ransacked, he would not have been able to write Dream of the Red Chamber. If the bird's wings were tied with gold, he would not be able to fly. If I don't go to work, then I want to experience the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and realize the heart-wrenching life experience brought about by poverty... Director Han, the matter of your memoir..."

Han Lu: "I think you have to continue to experience life. Today's difficulties will become precious wealth in the future. Writer Cai, let's have a drink and respect art."

Cai Ze: "Come and strike twice, my brother-in-law is afraid of getting drunk."

The two of them exchanged fists, "Five chiefs" and "Brothers are good!" Cai Ze is a good drinking buddy.

(End of this chapter)