Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 473 I Don't Want You to Do It

"If you don't want to do it, you want me to do it?!" Bai Miao was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, I want to transfer my personnel relationship to the Writers Association."

"Why? Why don't you want to do it?" Bai Miao asked hurriedly.

Fang Minghua simply said two words: "Tired."

"But."

Bai Miao was about to say something, but was stopped by Fang Minghua: "Bai Miao, let me ask you, do you really want to do this? If you don't want to do this, I will tell Chairman Hu tomorrow that I don't recommend you."

"In that case, I'll tell you the truth, Minghua. If you do it, I'll obey you. It would be better for me to do it."

Fang Minghua was not surprised by Bai Miao's answer.

He knew that Bai Miao was ambitious.

"Come on, let's have a drink."

After hearing this, Bai Miao quickly raised his beer glass, and the two of them clinked their glasses together and drank it all in one gulp.

"Of course, I'm just suggesting. You have to put some things into practice," Fang Minghua specifically reminded.

"I understand, but your suggestion is very important. You have a pivotal position in both the Qin Province literary world and the Qin Province Writers Association. You will take over from Chairman Hu in the future."

"Hey, Chairman Hu still has two years before retirement, don't talk nonsense," Fang Minghua reminded.

"What am I talking about? It's obvious."

"Come on, have a drink." Fang Ming didn't want to talk about this and raised his beer glass again.

The two drank a few cups together. Bai Miao picked up a bean sprout and said as he ate it, "Minghua, to be honest, when I was the deputy editor-in-chief, I hoped that you would be promoted to president and give me the position of editor-in-chief. But now that I am really in the position of editor-in-chief, I feel terrified."

"What are you afraid of?"

"You have made Yanhe magazine so popular. Last year, its monthly sales peaked at 65, surpassing People's Literature. What if I mess it up after I take over? Besides, the current domestic literary environment is different from that in the early s."

Fang Minghua nodded, he understood Bai Miao's feelings.

"You don't have to worry too much. I have signed contracts with nearly 20 well-known domestic writers. Their contracts will expire in 95. You won't have to worry about not having good novels published in the next few years."

“What about after 95?”

"In the future?" Fang Minghua peeled a bean and threw it into his mouth, looking at him leisurely: "It's not certain whether you will be the president and editor-in-chief of Yanhe Magazine by then, why think so much?!"

"Yes, that's right. I haven't even started yet, and I'm still thinking about what will happen six years later. Come, let me toast you!"

Bai Miao picked up the beer glass again.

"I have something to tell you." Fang Minghua suddenly thought of something: "If you become the president, you will make Zhang Baofu a formal employee. I once mentioned this to President Huang, and he agreed, but for various reasons, it didn't work out. You have to find a way to get it done."

"Don't worry, if I become the president, there will be absolutely no problem!" Bai Miao immediately assured and continued:

"Zhang Baofu is an honest man. He works diligently at the gate of the company and has never made any mistakes. I think he is very good. It is not without precedent that temporary employees of the company have been converted into regular employees. Why doesn't President Huang do it?"

"I guess you know the reason. Zhang Baofu was forced into our company by a leader of the Writers Association. President Huang didn't agree with it. How do you think he could be made a regular employee?!"

Fang Minghua also heard something about this matter.

It seems that even the best leaders have their own selfish desires.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, Bai Miao. I congratulate you in advance." Fang Minghua smiled and raised his glass again.

"No, no, I should thank you for recommending me. Go to the Writers Association, write better works, and get promoted step by step! If you need me in the future, just let me know!"

The two clinked their glasses again. Fang Minghua resigned!

The news quickly spread throughout the unit and even to the Writers Association.

After hearing this, a bunch of friends called to inquire.

"What do you mean by resignation? My contract has expired!" Fang Minghua corrected with a smile.

"Then just keep doing it. We thought you would take on the responsibilities of both president and editor-in-chief, but you just gave up!"

"Carrying everything on one shoulder? That would be so tiring."

The Writers Association also acted quickly and soon issued an official document appointing Bai Miao as the editor-in-chief of the Yanhe editorial department and relieving him of his original position.

At the same time, another report was issued within the Writers Association: Due to the retirement of Comrade Huang Xuanlu, President of "Yanhe" Magazine, after discussion and approval by the Chairman's Meeting of the Provincial Writers Association, it was proposed to appoint Comrade Bai Miao as the President of "Yanhe" Magazine, and this was reported to the Organization Department and Propaganda Department of the Provincial Party Committee for approval.

Everyone knows that it is just a formality and has already been communicated with the relevant leaders of the higher authorities.

Moreover, Fang Minghua's personnel relationship was transferred to the Provincial Writers Association, and at his own request, he became the first vice chairman of the Writers Association who did not receive a government salary but only relied on his own royalties.

Today is Sunday. Fang Minghua came to his office and signed his name on the proof of the May magazine journal, fulfilling his duties as editor-in-chief for the last time.

After finishing all this, Fang Minghua began to pack up his personal belongings in the office and prepare to move out, not back home but to the office at the Writers Association.

The reason for choosing Sunday is that no one in the unit is working today, so as to avoid a lot of people crowding the office to help.

There aren't many things to move, and it would be a waste of everyone's time, but I can't refuse your kindness.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Fang Minghua looked up and saw it was Zhang Baofu.

"Brother Minghua, let me help you." Zhang Baofu walked in and said.

"Are you on duty today?"

"No, I was passing by the office and saw your bike in the yard, so I guessed you were upstairs."

"Okay, help me carry this big box downstairs. I have to make two trips by myself."

"okay."

Zhang Baofu was quick and efficient and quickly helped him pack up his things, most of which were heavy books.

After moving the big box downstairs, Zhang Baofu found a tricycle from his company, put the things in the car, and rode to the Writers Association compound, with Fang Minghua following behind on a bicycle.

"Baofu, let me tell you something." Fang Minghua said as he rode: "I'm Bai Miao, oh, President Bai said that your status will be changed to a formal worker. President Bai agreed and said that it will be processed as soon as possible."

"Really? Thank you so much, Brother Minghua!" Zhang Baofu was surprised and happy to hear this.

"Why thank me? I can't help you with anything else. After all, we have worked together before. If you make it official sooner, you won't have to worry about not being able to work anymore."

"Yeah, that's right." Zhang Baofu nodded quickly, and suddenly said, "Brother Minghua, when you become the chairman of the Provincial Writers Association, transfer me to the Provincial Writers Association. I will guard the gate of the Writers Association compound, and I will definitely take good care of it!"

"Who told you I want to be the chairman of the CPPCC?"

"That's what everyone says. If you don't take the lead, who will?"

Fang Minghua was speechless.

"Baofu, don't talk nonsense."

"I know, I know, don't worry, I won't tell anyone even if I kill myself!"

(End of this chapter)