The literary era since 1979

Chapter 286 No One Understands Progress Better Than Me
Compared to "Midnight Ring", Fangyan has more to do.

The first thing to do was to go to the special counter in the Friendship Store, move the split wall air conditioners and other items that I bought in the United States to my home one by one, and then install the air conditioners in the lobby.

Yang Xia, Fang Yan and others sat in front of the electric fan, eating watermelon, enjoying the air conditioning and watching TV. What a wonderful life!
But Fangyan continued to travel outside.

I went to the post office and applied for a telephone installation.

Originally, it would take three or four months to queue from registration to installation, but the postal and telecommunications system had to give Teacher Fang some face no matter what because of the favor he had received from "That Mountain, That Man, and That Dog".

So, after confirming the payment, they promised to install it on site within one month.

After completing this important task, he also sent the letter to Gong Xing.

During the period when he participated in the international writing program, Gong Xing sent a total of two letters to the mailbox of the Shichahai house.

One letter talks about what he saw and heard on the set of "Under the Bridge", as well as the trivialities of life after the filming was completed.

The other letter did not directly respond to Fangyan's poem, but invited him to Shanghai to watch the premiere of "Under the Bridge". A poem was also attached to the letter, "I don't know what night it is, urging the balcony to approach the mirror stage."

It seems that we have to choose a time to completely ignite the hot stove of their revolutionary friendship!
Then, he rode his beloved little motorcycle across the city, delivering gifts to the homes of Shen Shuang, Shi Tiesheng, Wan Jiabao and others, until it was Zhang Guangnian's turn.

The brothers sat facing each other, with two cups of steaming tea on the table.

"I thought you would have to return home in September anyway."

Zhang Guangnian smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to come back more than half a month earlier than expected."

Fangyan said that the last month of the international writing program was free time, and he had already completed what he needed to do in the United States.

"It's good to come back."

Zhang Guangnian was very pleased and said, "Your trip to the United States was really worthwhile. It brought honor to China..."

Fangyan grinned.

The next day after hearing that he had won the National Book Award, the Chinese Embassy in the United States reported the news back to China. Newspapers such as People's Daily, Xinhua Daily, Literary Gazette, Guangming Daily, and television stations such as CCTV and Yenching TV, in short, all major media took turns to publicize the news.

After all, we only achieved a breakthrough in gold medals in the 84 Olympics.

Nowadays, winning an award and becoming famous internationally will definitely bring as much attention in China as the Chinese women's volleyball team winning the championship.

"You, you have made such a big name in the United States."

Zhang Guangnian said that because of this incident, the arrangement to second him from October Literature and Art Publishing House to Renwen Publishing House almost fell through.

Fang Yan was startled, "Brother, that is to say..."

"It's already been discussed. You should be mentally prepared."

Zhang Guangnian said that he would transfer him to People's Literature to be the deputy director of the editorial department and acting director.

Fangyan asked, "When?"

"I went to Humanities Press after 84."

“After the New Year?!”

"Yeah, is it too late?"

"No, no, it's just a little unexpected."

Fangyan took a sip of tea.

"Comrade Wang Meng has just been appointed editor-in-chief of People's Literature. These six months are enough for him to get familiar with the work and gain a firm foothold."

Zhang Guangnian instructed: "When the time comes, you can go over and partner with him, and you will be able to help right away."

Fang Yan was very surprised: "Where is Zilong?"

"The Tianjin Writers Association refused to release him,"

Zhang Guangnian waved his hands. "Originally, October was unwilling to agree, but your situation is special. You are a professional writer of the Yenching Writers Association, and Wang Meng is the chairman of the Yenching Writers Association. With this relationship, and the joint ideological work of the Ministry and the Writers Association, we were able to get this hard bone."

Fangyan never expected that this secondment would have so many twists and turns.

"But you don't have to worry. Although Jiang Zilong failed to transfer here, he is still a member of the editorial board."

Zhang Guangnian said that the editorial board of "People's Literature" was reorganized and all the original older generation of writers withdrew.

A group of young and energetic writers, such as Ru Zhijuan, Fang Yan, Chen Rong, Jiang Zilong, etc., have become new members of the editorial board. In addition, the list also includes veteran editorial staff such as Cui Daoyi and Liu Jianqing.

The new deputy editor-in-chief will be selected from among them.

There was a hint of regret in his tone, "If it weren't for your length of service and age, you should also be considered."

"Brother, I dare not imagine this. This progress is too fast."

"Really don't want to?"

"Hehe, you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to, but I do want to think about it a little bit." Fang Yan smiled. The deputy editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" is equivalent to a bureau-level official.

What does it mean to have a deputy director who is less than 30 years old?
Qi Tongwei knelt down to become a son-in-law and cried at Zhao Lichun's grave, but he didn't make such rapid progress! He is simply a rocket-like cadre!
“Haha, you little rascal.” Zhang Guangnian said, “In the past six months, you have slowly handed over the work of the editorial department of October, and then went to People’s Literature to help Comrade Wang Meng. Don’t let me down, and make People’s Literature better! Make it more lively and friendly. Don’t just seek stability, but seek stability while riding the wind and waves…”

"Brother, I promise I won't let you down."

Fangyan said with confidence.

"I am very happy to finally hand over People's Literature to you." Zhang Guangnian has fulfilled his wish and can retire with peace of mind.

"Brother, there is something I want you to worry about."

"Look at your smile, it's definitely not an easy thing."

"Easy! Not complicated at all!"

Fangyan spoke fluently and clearly, ranging from the foundation's funding plan to the international writing program's exchange program specifically set up for Mao Dun Literature Prize writers, from the work-study scholarship fund to plans to fund more Chinese writers in the future.

“This is a great thing!”

Zhang Guangnian slapped his thigh and said, "It's done well. It will be a good story in the Chinese literary world."

"Brother, this is what I think."

Fang Yan wanted Zhang Guangnian and Shen Shuang to serve as directors of the foundation and also be in charge of the entire exchange project. They should select suitable candidates from Chinese writers, especially those who have won the Mao Dun Literature Prize, and then recommend them to Nie Hualing.

"You are making my old age uneasy."

Zhang Guangnian couldn't help but make a joke.

"Brother, you are still strong and healthy, why are you talking about old age?"

Fang Yan said: "I think it's a pity to retire like this. If you, my senior brother, were to take charge of this project, I believe it would be fair, smooth and stable. This would also help our literary world continue to shine and shine."

After some persuasion, Zhang Guangnian reluctantly took on these tasks.

Fang Yan had already thought about it. In the name of the foundation, he would arrange additional welfare benefits for Shen Shuang, Zhang Guangnian and others to repay the kindness of Shen Yanbing, Zhang Guangnian and others. Of course, this is just the beginning, and there will be other care in the future.

"Junior Brother, I shouldn't ask about your personal problems, but!"

Zhang Guangnian changed the subject and said that his marriage issue would be put on the agenda. Not to mention the issue of progress, just the "Decision on Severely Cracking Down on Criminal Activities" was issued not long ago.

Those who may or may not be arrested must be arrested resolutely; those who may or may not be sentenced must be sentenced resolutely; those who may or may not be killed must be killed resolutely.

Those who have improper relationships between men and women, or have personal conduct problems, will also be punished if the circumstances are serious!
"Brother, to be honest, I have already..."

Fangyan looked serious at first, then he smiled.

"You already have a lover, right?"

Zhang Guangnian said kindly, "Would you mind telling me, Senior Brother, who my future sister-in-law is?"

Fangyan came closer and hummed softly.

"Oh, her!"

Zhang Guangnian's eyes sparkled, "You have a very sharp eye, when will you get it done?"

Fang Yan said: "I will definitely let you know when the time comes to attend the wedding."

"Good! Good!"

Zhang Guangnian nodded with satisfaction: "But it's better not in the second half of this year."

After a pause, he explained, "Because there will be a very important foreign visit in the second half of the year, the senior leader will personally lead a delegation to Japan. This is the first time. Comrade Muqiao revealed to me that there is a high possibility that you will be on the list of this delegation."

"I?"

Fangyan thought about it and thought it might be related to the publication of "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" in Japan.

“It’s not just “That Mountain, That Man, That Dog”, but also “A Bite of China”.”

Zhang Guangnian smiled and said, "These two movies will be taken to Japan with the visiting delegation."

Fangyan's heart skipped a beat.

Oh, this is such a great thing!

The two then talked about the preview of A Bite of China and even the national auditions for A Dream of Red Mansions.

Before we knew it, we had been chatting for an hour and a half.

Fangyan took the tea given by Zhang Guangnian, said goodbye and left, riding his motorcycle home.

In the past, there were always a large number of idle hooligans gathering on the streets. People had to be careful every time, for fear that a few knife-wielding or even gun-wielding gangsters would jump out and rob them. But now, it is different. Two motorcycles drove past us, with fully armed police officers sitting on them.

Apparently, the crackdown has begun...

(End of this chapter)