Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 100 100 From Fake Doorman to Fake Editor
  "Is this news accurate?" Fang Minghua asked quickly.

"You should be inseparable, right? President Huang has long wanted to transfer you to the editorial department, but you don't want to go. In addition, Editor He doesn't seem to want you to join either, so just leave it like that. Now that Editor He has resigned, the editorial department When I am employing people, I naturally think of you."

"But I really don't want to go."

"I guess it's not up to you. Look, I haven't been an editor for a few years. Now look at Ping Wa, and he's still an editor now?"

After speaking, Lu Yao patted Fang Minghua on the shoulder: "Brother, do a good job! I'm leaving. You can treat everyone to a drink someday after you are promoted to editor."

What the hell!

Why do you feel so happy about someone else's misfortune?

What Lu Yao said was quickly verified. After collective research by the magazine's leadership, Comrade Ho Hongjun was agreed to resign from his position as deputy editor-in-chief of the editorial department and leader of the novel team. He submitted a request to the Xijing Writers Association, and the approval was quickly received.

At the same time, Comrade Li Tianfang was also approved to serve as deputy editor-in-chief of the editorial department. After some research, the leaders of the magazine asked Li Tianfang to serve as the novel team leader at the same time, responsible for the review of novel submissions.

Fang Minghua was not mentioned.

Of course, that doesn't mean it's none of his business, it just means that the appointment of a magazine editor does not require the approval of the Writers Association. The magazine can make an internal decision and report it to the Writers Association for record.

No, as soon as he got to work today, Fang Minghua was invited to his office by President Huang.

President Huang smiled and poured him tea himself.

"Xiao Fang, what have you been busy with lately?"

What are you busy with?

Not busy with anything.

Fishing every day.

Of course, you can't say this in front of the leader. He replied: "I am composing a novel."

"Oh, that's a good thing, then hurry up and write!"

Normally, he would definitely be interested in asking you about the subject of your novel and what its content might be, but today he immediately changed the subject with a compliment.

"That's right. You've also seen the personnel changes in the editorial department. Now they are in urgent need of editors. I think you are the most suitable one."

"President Huang, I'm not suitable. You know I'm used to being free-spirited and have a big temper. The security department is suitable for me." Fang Minghua said quickly.

"I know this is all your fault, but people have to look at the mainstream. Your biggest characteristic is that you have read a lot of books, have a broad literary vision, and have a good understanding of various writing schools in the literary world. This is the biggest advantage of being an editor!"

Fang Minghua suddenly felt like digging a hole by himself.

"I know that your creation requires time and a quiet environment. I have discussed it with Editor Zhang and Li Tianfang. As for you, you should still focus on creation. You don't have to have a specific review workload like other editors! There is no need to return the house in the backyard. Continue Write with peace of mind! In addition, your status has changed from a worker to a cadre, and your salary will be reset according to national standards!"

Seeing that Fang Minghua remained silent, President Huang continued to persuade with a smile:
  "How about I call Chairman Du and ask him to do some more work for you?"

Du Pengcheng?
  Forget it, don’t disturb this literary giant.

A lot of benefits were promised, but in the end the leader was brought in to suppress him.

"OK then."

What should I do if I don’t agree to it now?
  Still someone's subordinate.

Resign?

He's still a member of the Writers' Association.
  "Xiao Fang, I have something to say to you." President Huang's face turned serious after his smile disappeared.

""Yanhe" has declined rapidly in the past two years. Do you know how many copies it had last month? It was only 8! In January last year, it reached a maximum of 13. Look at how much it has declined! Not only is it not as good as "People's Literature", it is now Also left behind by "Yenching Literature"!"

Fang Minghua was secretly surprised after hearing this. Sales volume dropped by nearly 40% in two years.

"On the one hand, this is because a large number of magazines have appeared and competition is fierce. On the other hand, it means that the quality of the articles we publish is not high and they are not popular among readers!"

"Our Qin Province has a long history and culture, but our magazine "Yanhe" is now more famous in the country. The two words "Yanhe" were inscribed by great men and cannot fall into our hands. Including me, Editor Wang, Dong Editor-in-Chief, we are all old and will give up our positions soon, so I hope you will."

President Huang spoke with sincerity and sincerity.

People in this era just like moral kidnapping.     I'm just an editor now, right?
  "Okay, I'll try my best." Fang Minghua agreed happily.

Fang Minghua was transferred to the editorial department as editor!

The news quickly spread throughout the magazine.

For Fang Minghua, there is really nothing to be happy about. Although President Huang made a lot of promises and did not do a good job in security no matter how easy the job is, his mother Zhang Fenglan is extremely happy and tells everyone that her son is now a magazine editor. , Fang Minghua was speechless.

What is there to be proud of as an editor?
  "Mom, the work of editing is hard and tiring. There is nothing worth showing off. I have never seen you so happy even after I wrote a novel." Fang Minghua complained.

"That's different!" Mom said plausibly.

"When you write a novel, what if you can't finish it one day? Will there be no royalties? This editor is different. As long as you go to work, you will be paid every month! It is like a drought or a flood to ensure a good harvest, and it is easier to speak out than to defend it. Ke also sounds good! "

Mom, you are awesome. You have now figured out everyone’s employment mentality forty years from now.

Fang Minghua's office moved from the backyard to the editorial office on the third floor of the front building. Before leaving, he reluctantly handed over the baton.

Fang Minghua looked at the small office and couldn't help but sigh.

It used to be so nice to have a room by myself in the backyard, but now four people share one room.

The man sitting opposite Fang Minghua is called Bai Miao. He is 30 years old. He is a teacher at Qin Normal University. He has just been transferred to the editorial department. He has a good relationship with Lu Yao and often goes to see him, so he is relatively familiar with Fang Minghua.

This person was still very good, and later served as the deputy dean of Lu Xun College of Literature.

But now he is still an ordinary editor. He looked at Fang Minghua and joked: "Xiao Fang, are your happy days gone?"

"Hey"

Fang Minghua let out a long sigh.

"But it doesn't matter. Editors Zhang and Li have already told everyone that you should still focus on creation, and the editor is just a name. It's not like we have unfinished manuscripts every day."

Bai Miao was very envious.

Since you are envious, why are you not a good university teacher but a hard and tiring editor?

Fang Minghua complained in his heart.

Of course, these days, the social status of magazine editors is still quite high, especially for magazines like "Yanhe", which is the leading magazine in the province.

After settling in, Fang Minghua made himself a cup of tea, sat down at the table, picked up the manuscript, and read it carefully.

You can't just take advantage of it on the first day you come to work in the editorial department, right?
  I remember that when I was a doorman, I worked hard for a while.

Why does it look like "Life"?
  So does this one!

There is no way, since Lu Yao's "Life" became popular, many authors began to imitate it, even the names are similar.

What "The Road of Life" and "My Life".
  There is a steady stream of works that follow suit.

This reminded Fang Minghua of a certain point in later Internet articles.

After reading all morning, I didn’t find anything I liked.

Alas. Boring and boring.

"Let's eat!" Bai Miao, who was sitting opposite, greeted as he picked up his bowl and chopsticks. Fang Minghua also picked up his own bowl and chopsticks.

In the afternoon, the editorial department held a meeting of all editorial staff. Editor-in-chief Zhang Pixiang personally presided over it. President Huang was invited to attend to discuss the recent work of the editorial department and the situation it will face in the future.

President Huang, who was always kind in the past, looked serious today.

"Comrades, it is already mid-November. According to the latest feedback data, our magazine sales continue to show a downward trend in November! More importantly, at the end of December every year, we must recommend entries for the national selection of outstanding novellas and short stories. !What should we recommend?!”

As soon as President Huang said this, the people below started talking in low voices.

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  (End of this chapter)