Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 433 I heard that Minghua will be co-elected as a director of the Chinese Writers Association

In December 1984, the Chinese Writers Association held its fourth member congress and adopted a new charter: "The Chinese Writers Association is a voluntary mass professional group of writers of all ethnic groups in China."

"The highest authority of the Association is the Member Congress, and representatives are elected by members from all over the country."

In January 1985, a total of 1 members were elected to the fourth council. Palladium was elected as the chairman of the Chinese Writers Association, and Wang Meng and 236 other vice-chairmen were elected.

In the past two years, many elderly writers among member representatives and even board members have passed away, and there is an urgent need to recruit new representatives. At the beginning of the year, the National Writers Association gave two quotas to the Qin Provincial Writers Association. After a meeting of the Provincial Writers Association Board of Directors, it was decided that Fang Minghua would be replaced. , Zou Zhian reported it and was quickly approved.

According to Fang Minghua's current vice-chairmanship of the Qin Provincial Writers Association and his status in the literary world, he should have been a representative of the Member Congress for a long time. Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi had already been.

However, since 85, the National Writers Association has not studied the matter of supplementing member representatives. It did not start this work until December last year. Therefore, it is logical for Fang Minghua to be elected as a representative of the conference.

But what is unexpected is that this meeting is not a member representative conference (which is held only once every five years), but a once-a-year Writers Association Board of Directors meeting.

Fang Minghua was surprised.

He is just a newly elected member representative and not a director of the National Writers Association Council. Why did he ask himself to go to Yanjing for a meeting?
Not qualified.

What a word game.

What the hell!

"This is the Mingqian tea from Hupao Spring in West Lake this year. How does it taste?"

"Go to the Writers' Association compound to report to Chairman Hu on the work of the Xijing Writers' Association. It's still early before get off work, so I came over to sit with you. I won't disturb your work, right?" Jia Pingwa explained herself.

Jia Pingwa was not polite and sat on the sofa, picked up the teacup and tasted it gently. Tut tut praise.

"Well, this authentic West Lake Longjing is different from the ones bought in the market."

"If you like it, take some when you leave."

"Haha, Minghua, you are blessed to have a wife like Song Tangtang." Jia Pingwa looked envious.

In the office of Hu Cai, chairman of the Provincial Writers Association, Fang Minghua saw the meeting documents and asked about his doubts.

"Minghua, don't think so much, prepare to go with us." Hu Cai said.

The news that Fang Minghua was invited to participate in this year's National Writers' Association Council quickly spread within the Provincial Writers' Association and immediately attracted the attention of some people.

"Ok."

"Forget it, I feel embarrassed every time I take tea from you." Jia Pingwa shook her head: "This tea is not cheap, is it?"

"No, sit down, sit down." Fang Minghua greeted warmly, stood up and poured another cup of tea for him.

"I don't know. My wife got it from her second uncle's house. Her second uncle's parents are tea farmers in Hangzhou. The tea garden is near Hupao Spring."

Hu Cai laughed after hearing this: "Look carefully at the document notice. You are invited to attend!"

No, Fang Minghua was reading manuscripts in the office this afternoon when he heard someone knocking on the door. He looked up and saw Jia Pingwa walking in with a briefcase in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

Whatever he said, Fang Minghua was not picky about a daughter-in-law like Song Tangtang.

She is beautiful and can work in the hall and kitchen, so she talks about this tea. Anyway, he has not bought tea since he got married. Song Tangtang brought it back from her second uncle's hometown. Every year, Mingqian tea will be placed next to the desk on time. .

He probably also gave money, but Fang Minghua didn't ask. After listening to Jia Pingwa's words, Fang Minghua smiled slightly and said, "Brother Jia, my sister-in-law is also pretty good to you."

"Her? Forget it, let's not talk about it." Jia Pingwa seemed to have something to hide.

Fang Minghua naturally did not ask any more questions.

Jia Pingwa took another sip of tea, leaned forward and said, "Congratulations, Minghua, you have become a member representative."

Fang Minghua laughed loudly after hearing this: "What's so congratulatory about this? Jia Ge, Lu Yao, Chen Zhongshi and others have long been representatives of the Writers' Association. What's the point of being representatives? We will hold a meeting in Yanjing every five years to hold a meeting. It’s just a hand, what’s there to congratulate?”

"But, I heard that you, Chairman Hu, and others went to Yanjing to hold the Writers' Association Council this time."

"I was only invited to attend the meeting as a non-voting delegate, and I was not even qualified to speak and raise my hand."

"It's not that simple." Jia Pingwa shook her head: "I heard internal information from a friend of mine in the Chinese Writers Association. In addition to you, the representatives invited to attend this time include Wang Anyi from Shencheng and Tie Nian from Ji Province. , Shu Ting from Fujian Province.”

"Ouch. Why are they all lesbians and I'm the only one?"

"Women hold up half the sky." Jia Pingwa replied, suddenly with a slightly mysterious tone: "Minghua, did you know? From 85 to now, four writers on the Board of Directors of the Writers' Association have passed away."

Oh?
Fang Minghua didn't pay much attention to this.

In fact, he didn't pay much attention to these things, but Jia Pingwa was very concerned about it.

"What does this mean? If the four of you take up the positions left by the deaths of these four people, you can join the National Writers Association Board of Directors!" Jia Pingwa said.

"Really? Brother Jia, is this your own analysis?"

"I analyzed it, but it's almost the same!"

In fact, Fang Minghua also has this judgment in his heart, otherwise what kind of council would we call you, a newly co-opted representative, to Yanjing to start a council?

The meeting of the Board of Directors of the Writers' Association is not an academic meeting, but to deal with some administrative affairs of the Writers' Association. What's the point of calling you an outsider to sit in on it?
Of course, as a person involved, he cannot say these things randomly.

Now when Jia Pingwa said it, she immediately pretended to be surprised: "No way? I'm not qualified enough."

"Insufficient qualifications? How come the youngest vice-chairman of the Provincial Writers Association and the youngest winner of the Mao Dun Award does not have enough information?"

Hearing Jia Pingwa say this, Fang Minghua didn't answer, but just picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.

"As long as you are rich and noble, don't forget each other!"

Jia Pingwa suddenly said this, and Fang Minghua almost spit out the tea he just drank.

"Brother Jia, what kind of drama are you acting in? We are all friends. We are both vice-presidents of the Writers' Association in terms of positions, and you also hold multiple positions. Even if I become a director of the National Writers' Association, I will also be one of the 236 directors. What power does it have? To put it bluntly, what is the difference between this director and the director of our Provincial Writers Association? He just raised his hand."

"Don't underestimate this. The chairman and vice-chairman of the Writers' Association are elected among the directors." Jia Pingwa shook her head, and when she saw what Fang Minghua wanted to say, she quickly added:
"Minghua, I'm not talking about this. What I mean is that our group of writers in Qin Province, including Lu Yao, Zhong Shi, and others, have suddenly emerged in recent years, and their works are also brilliant. They are already a force that cannot be ignored in the literary world, but our Qin Province The status of writers in the National Writers Association is not even vice-president. They are all owned by Yanjing and Shanghai, and they have no say. "

This is true.
Fang Minghua nodded.

Now in the National Writers Association, the highest representative of Qin Province is the director, and none of the vice-chairmen are from Qin Province!
"Among the older generation of writers in Qin Province, Liu Qing has the highest achievement, but Liu Qing died of illness ten years ago. Then there is Du Pengcheng, who is now a director of the National Writers Association."

"It's up to us now." Jia Pingwa said meaningfully.

(End of this chapter)