Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 391 390 Human relationships are warm and cold, and the world is cold and cold.

Fang Minghua returned to his previous normal work and life.

It's just that with two children at home, I can't be a hands-off shopkeeper, but I still have to continue coding for "Swordsman in the Snow" and finish it as soon as possible.

Therefore, Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang discussed that they should go back to live in Xingfu Community most of the night.

It’s fast approaching the end of August and the weather is getting cooler.

That afternoon, Fang Minghua took the latest issue of "People's Literature" and looked at it carefully. He unexpectedly discovered that Ma Jian's novel was published in its entirety without changing a word, and it was still on the front page of the magazine!
Oh my God
Fang Minghua immediately picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Bai Miao, in the rejection letter you wrote to Ma Jian, did you point out the problems with his novel?"

"As I said, the content is too outrageous. After publication, it will affect national unity and cause adverse consequences. What happened?" Bai Miao replied on the phone.

"Look at the latest issue of People's Literature." Fang Minghua said and hung up the phone.

Liu Xingwu is in trouble!
Fang Minghua sighed inwardly and put the magazine aside.

At this time, the phone in the living room suddenly rang.

"So, when reviewing manuscripts, we should consider all aspects. As editors, we review literature, but we cannot just consider it from a literary perspective. Do you understand?" Fang Minghua looked at him with profound meaning.

Bai Miao did not leave immediately.

At this time, Liu Xingwu was still thinking about his mistakes behind closed doors at home in Yanjing.

The crisis is still developing.

"I understand!" Bai Miao said quickly.

What made him feel even more uncomfortable was that when this happened, some of his former colleagues and even friends saw him as if they were seeing the plague and couldn't avoid it.

Human feelings are warm and cold, and the world is hot and cold.

"understood."

"Okay, it's not a big deal. Don't shrink away from it. As long as you don't touch the bottom line of relevant national policies." Fang Minghua comforted.

Sure enough, after the publication of this novel, it caused an uproar and was opposed by readers, including Tibetan compatriots, and the government publicly issued strong criticism.

This morning, Fang Minghua had just gone to work. He had made a cup of Longjing tea and had not even taken a sip when he heard a hurried knock on the door. Then he saw Bai Miao hurried in, looking a little nervous.

However, how can you know that a blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise?
Liu Xingwu gave up writing and devoted himself to the study of red studies, and achieved remarkable results.

Fang Minghua was not surprised when he heard this. He took a sip of tea and said lightly.

"Editor Fang, the Press and Publication Administration has released the latest news: Liu Xingwu, editor-in-chief of "People's Literature", has resigned! All editors involved in the review of this novel written by Ma Jian have been punished and "People's Literature" magazine has been ordered to immediately recall all issues of the current issue. !”

"Editor Fang, fortunately we didn't publish it." Bai Miao felt scared when he thought of this.

But this has nothing to do with Fang Minghua. He goes to get off work on time every day and goes home to hold his baby after get off work.

The busy life in the past suddenly became leisurely, which made him very uncomfortable.

He was not in the mood to read, so he stood on the balcony and stared at a few pots of flowers in a daze.

"Editor Fang, I am inexperienced and have not grasped the policy well, but Liu Xingwu is the winner of the Mao Dun Award and the editor-in-chief of the so-called "New China's First Journal". How could I make such a mistake? I don't understand."

"If you are eager for success, you may use too much force." Fang Minghua said lightly.

Who else is calling me at this time?
In the past, whether in the office or at home, there were constant calls, but since this happened, it has become much quieter.

He thought to himself, picked up the phone, and heard a familiar voice immediately.

"Xingwu, what's going on?"

It’s Wang Meng!
"I'm sorry, Minister Wang, I failed to live up to your expectations." Liu Xingwu apologized. It was Wang Meng who gave him the position of editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" at the beginning, but he didn't expect that he would cause such a big mistake!

"Okay, no polite words, we are all friends." Wang Meng interrupted Liu Xingwu's apology on the phone: "I don't understand. You are also an old writer and editor. You have been in the literary world for decades, and you don't see this. A question about a novel?”

"Actually, I also saw that if this novel was published, it would cause some controversy, but I didn't expect the problem to be so serious." Liu Xingwu said frankly: "There is another reason. According to the author himself, this novel was criticized by "Yanhe" "The rejected manuscript was transferred to me."

"The manuscript was rejected by Fang Minghua? Then you still want to publish it?!"

"Minister Wang, you don't know that "Yanhe" has been so popular in the past two years. To be honest, it has caused a lot of pressure on me. Isn't "Yanhe" known as "Little People's Literature"? , if this continues, I think it will become a large-scale "People's Literature"! "

"The novels they publish in the editor-in-chief's recommendation column every issue can arouse heated discussions in the literary world, whether they are praised or criticized, but this is the popularity."

"Minister Wang, you also know that the biggest fear of running a magazine is not that the articles published will be criticized, but that no one will comment at all! It would be terrible if it goes on like this! So I was bold. If they dare not publish it, we will publish it! It's just that I didn’t expect the problem to be so serious.”

Liu Xingwu said so much in one breath.

He had been holding these words in his heart and could not say them to outsiders. Today he finally said them, and he felt much better.

"Hey." On the other side of the phone, Wang Meng let out a long sigh and didn't know what to say.

After a while, Wang Meng comforted him on the phone: "Xingwu, you will gain wisdom after a hard time, but don't worry too much about this matter, do a good check-up, be sincere, and I will help you run the operation, maybe things will There is a turning point.”

"Thank you, thank you." Liu Xingwu was overjoyed after hearing this.

"You're welcome, my friend, just stay at home during this period, read more and rest, and don't talk nonsense, let alone complain in front of others!"

"I understand." Liu Xingwu was grateful.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Xingwu felt a little relaxed for no reason.

Wang Meng is indeed a good friend.

Maybe he also understands the difficulties of being an editor.

Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, just do as he said.

Liu Xingwu thought, and saw "A Dream of Red Mansions" on the bookshelf. He hadn't read it for a long time. He would take advantage of this time to read it carefully.

As for Wang Meng, after hanging up the phone, he sat behind the chair and thought about it.

I really didn't expect that Liu Xingwu, a veteran, would be dizzy, while Fang Minghua, a young man, would be sober.

High political acumen!

It's very suitable for development in the officialdom.

Just don't be an editor, go to a government department and work in my department.

If you cultivate it well, you will definitely have a future!
But then I thought again.

Forget it.

If I can stop working for another two years at most, why bother dragging others over?

The official world is dangerous.

Compared to writers and editors, the work is much simpler.

Let him continue to be the editor-in-chief of "Yanhe" and write novels.

Wang Meng thought and picked up a cigarette.

(End of this chapter)