Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 472 Fang Minghua is not the editor-in-chief

Just after the Spring Festival, everyone in the magazine was talking about this matter.

The three-year contract signed by Fang Minghua has expired, and the Provincial Writers Association intends to let Fang Minghua continue to serve without having to compete for the position.

This decision is not surprising. During the three years that Fang Minghua has served as editor-in-chief, the sales of Yanhe magazine have been rising steadily. Last year, the average sales of each issue reached 45. Against the backdrop of declining sales of major serious fiction magazines in China, Yanhe magazine stands out.

More importantly, during Fang Minghua's tenure, he signed a large number of young domestic writers, who grew rapidly and gradually became the backbone of the domestic literary world.

Under Fang Minghua's operation, Yanhe magazine has created one hot topic after another in the literary field, and now Yanhe has become the center of the literary world.

In this situation, if he doesn't continue to be the leader, who will?
Another thing is that the magazine's president Huang is about to retire, leaving the position of president. The leaders of the Writers Association intend to let Fang Minghua take the position as well, making him the de facto head of the magazine.

What is puzzling is that Fang Minghua has never expressed his opinion on this matter, and no one knows what he is thinking.

After attending a class this afternoon, Fang Minghua suddenly received a call from Hu Cai, chairman of the Provincial Writers Association.

"Minghua, do you have time now? If you have time, come to my office. I want to talk to you."

"I'll be there soon if I have time."

Fang Minghua hung up the phone, picked up his briefcase and walked out of the office.

As soon as I went out, I met Bai Miao coming towards me.

"Minghua, are you going out? I'm going to ask you to report something." Bai Miao said.

"Is it urgent? If not, put it aside for now and I'll talk about it after I come back from the Writers Association." Fang Minghua said.

"No hurry. Did Chairman Hu ask you to come over?"

Fang Minghua nodded.

"That's good, Minghua. You'll treat us when you get back." Bai Miao had an "I understand" expression on his face.

This guy.
Fang Minghua didn't say anything and walked towards the stairs.

He arrived at the yard and pushed his 28-inch bicycle out. The person on duty today was Zhang Baofu, who was sitting in the duty room. When he saw him, he hurried out to greet him.

"Brother Minghua, are you going out to do something?"

"I'm going to the Writers Association."

"Brother Minghua, I heard that you are going to be promoted?" Zhang Baofu asked in a low voice.

"Who told you that?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Many people in the company are talking about this now."

"Don't listen to their nonsense, it's not happening." Fang Minghua said, and walked out of the gate, got on his bicycle and rode towards the Writers Association compound.

After arriving at the Writers Association compound, Fang Minghua parked her bicycle, walked and greeted the people she knew while smiling, and went straight to Hu Cai's office.

Seeing Fang Minghua knocking on the door and coming in, Hu asked him to sit down, exchanged a few simple greetings and then got down to business.

"Minghua, what do you think about that matter?"

"what's up?"

"You're still pretending with me?!" Hu Cai laughed and scolded, "Okay, I'll tell you."

"The organization hopes that you will continue to serve as the editor-in-chief, and President Huang is about to retire. The organization hopes that you will also take on the position of president. This will help you carry out your work. What do you think?"

Fang Minghua was silent for a while before saying, "Thank you for the organization's trust in me, but I don't want to do it."

"Don't you want to take the position of president?" Hu Cai asked back.

"Not only that, I don't want to continue to serve as the editor-in-chief." "Why?" Hu Cai was very surprised: "You are doing an excellent job as editor-in-chief, which is recognized by everyone."

"I have achieved some results." Fang Minghua was very modest: "But I really don't want to do this anymore. I want to be a professional writer like Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi and focus on creation!"

After hearing Fang Minghua's words, Hu was silent for a while before speaking. "Minghua, do you really think so?"

"Really, President Hu, I was originally a security guard at the magazine. I could write something if I wasn't busy. But President Huang insisted that I join the editorial department as an editor. He also said that he would not assign me any tasks and I could do as much as I wanted. So I listened to him and joined."

"After working for more than a year, Editor-in-Chief Dong wanted to step down and insisted that I take over his position. Okay, I did it."

"When Editor-in-Chief Zhang retired, the company held a pilot competition, and you asked me to compete for the position of editor-in-chief, saying that the magazine was not doing well and that you were young and energetic, so you should find a way to run the magazine well. Okay, I'll listen to you. Now that the three-year term has expired, the magazine's sales are pretty good, so I have completed my mission."

"Hahaha." Hu Cai couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "Minghua, look how aggrieved you are. Are you blaming our old man for setting a trap for you?"

"Of course not." Fang Minghua also smiled and said, "I just said that I really don't want to be the editor-in-chief. I also want to transfer my personnel relationship to the Writers Association."

"It seems that you have seriously considered this issue." Hu Cai's face became serious, and after a while he asked again: "If you don't want to be the editor-in-chief anymore, who do you think is the most suitable?"

"Bai Miao!" Fang Minghua said without hesitation.

"Chairman Hu, you have also seen Bai Miao's work ability. He has a broad literary vision and strong editing skills. More importantly, he has excellent communication and coordination skills. This is even better than others. Most of the time, he is the one who does the specific work. I am actually a hands-off manager. I even suggested that he should take the position of president."

"Oh why?"

"President Huang is a good person and is very supportive of my work, so we work very well together. If we had a different president, that might not be the case. If there were a conflict between the editor-in-chief and the president, the magazine would definitely have problems. So the president and editor-in-chief share the same responsibilities, which is also a common trend among major magazines now."

Hu Cai thought for a moment and said, "Minghua, I will seriously consider your suggestion and report it to the organization."

"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

"Then go ahead. You can't relax before the organization announces your appointment. You must stand guard until the last minute." Hu Cai gave his final instructions.

"Don't worry." Fang Minghua stood up and prepared to leave, but heard Hu Cai say again: "Then write well for two years. When we old guys are old, the Writers Association will rely on you."

I.
Fang Minghua came out of Hu Cai's office and immediately felt relaxed.

Finally, I don’t have to do the arduous job of editor-in-chief anymore.

Tired as a dog.

Wouldn’t it be nice to take care of the children, write, practice calligraphy, appreciate famous paintings, or even play mahjong?
Free and easy, what a leisurely day!
I've been working in a magazine for almost ten years. That's enough.

As for Hu Cai's last words, isn't it still two years? We'll talk about it then.

Fang Minghua came back from the Writers Association compound and went into his office. He saw that it was almost time to get off work, so he thought about it and called Bai Miao.

"Bai Miao, what did you come to see me for?"

"I just received a notice from the Writers Association that due to special reasons, the award ceremony for outstanding short and medium-length novels will not be held this year. The award certificates will be mailed to the winners one after another."

oh.
It’s just right that I’m not going to Yanjing.

Fang Minghua said again, "I see," "Do you have time after get off work? Let's go out for a drink together."

"Of course I have time. Why, Minghua, have you already decided on your matter?"

"I'll tell you when we're drinking."

After work, the two of them rode their bikes to a random small restaurant near the East First Gate, ordered a bottle of Hans beer, and ordered a few hot and cold dishes, including, of course, Fang Minghua's favorite "Flower and Hair in One".

Bai Miao filled Fang Minghua's glass with beer, and then poured himself some more, then asked, "Minghua, Chairman Hu asked you to come over. Has your job been decided? Will you take on the role of both president and editor-in-chief?"

Fang Minghua picked up the beer glass and took a sip before saying, "Chairman Hu did tell me, but I refused. Besides, I recommended you."

(End of this chapter)