1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 13 New Ideas for Gathering Inspiration

Chapter 13 New Ideas for Gathering Inspiration
In just a short while, Jiang Xian's status in Li Hongmin's eyes had risen from a revolutionary comrade to a people's hero.

so amazing!

Every needle draws blood, every hat carries a life.

This is what a master does!

Faced with other people's sarcastic remarks, he could only feel helpless and furious. Compared with Jiang Xian, he seemed both clear-headed and stupid.

"Who is causing trouble in the message room?" Comrades from the security department quickly arrived.

The security department of this era is not the same concept as that of later generations.

The security departments of later generations are equipped with rubber batons and explosion-proof steel forks. They have to consider whether carrying pepper spray or stun guns is illegal.

It’s different now, I’m equipped with a gun!
The weapons of the factory security department are even more exaggerated. They are usually equipped with a special arsenal of pistols, submachine guns, semi-automatic rifles, machine guns, grenades, mortars, and if you have a good relationship with "the higher-ups", they can even get you anti-aircraft guns.

"Boss, this is what's going on"

Jiang Xian took the initiative to explain. The head of the security department frowned as he listened and said, "You two should communicate properly about this little conflict. This is a school, a research institute. Why are you quarreling like this?"

"I don't want to be angry about this, but this comrade not only insulted me, he also insulted the people."

"You're talking nonsense!"

The guard almost vomited blood, "Boss, I definitely didn't do that."

"He should be dragged out and fought!"

Now not only the security guard wanted to vomit blood, but the leaders of the security department also wanted to vomit blood.

You should know that the doorman is under the security department.

"What's your name, comrade?"

"My name is Jiang Xian."

"Comrade Jiang Xian, please trust the organization. We will definitely deal with this matter seriously and give you an explanation."

Jiang Xian murmured, like a young wife who was angry, "Leader, it's okay for me to be wronged. I just can't stand people smearing our country."

The leader of the security department tripped and almost fell.

Just as the commotion here had finally died down, a large group of people rushed into the message room again.

Upon hearing the news, the handymen of the Medical College rushed over, carrying shovels and pickaxes in their hands.

"Who the hell looks down on us handymen?"

"You want to pick a fight, don't you?"

"How much contribution have we handymen made to the Medical College?"

"Which grandson is causing trouble? Stand up!"

Li Hongmin hurriedly stopped them and explained the whole story in detail.

Everyone was first sad and angry, then surprised, and finally happy, looking at Jiang Xian with excitement.

He alone protected the reputation of all the handymen!

"Jiang Xian, you are so brave!"

"Those bastards didn't touch you, did they? I'll deal with whoever did that to you!"

"Thank goodness you're here."

"Who's talking nonsense? Beat him to death!"

Jiang Xian waved his hand, "Stop making trouble and don't cause trouble for the leader's work."

As soon as he said that, the group of people really stopped making noise.

It seems that everyone has implicitly accepted his leadership status.

"Jiang Xian, this is your letter, right?" Li Hongmin picked out the letter addressed to Jiang Xian from a pile of letters on the table. "Beijing Literature and Art? You, you submitted your article?"

Okay.

The two guards looked at each other and finally reacted.

No wonder this kid was so sharp-tongued just now.

So he also submitted an article!
The leaders of the Security Department were even more surprised.

What kind of articles can a handyman write and submit to "Beijing Literature and Art"?

"Comrade Jiang Xian, what's the result?"

Jiang Xian took the letter from Li Hongmin calmly.

Everyone in the room was now focused on him.

He glanced at the mailing address: Editorial Department of "Beijing Literature and Art", Beijing Municipal Bureau of Culture, No. 7 West Chang'an Street, and opened the letter.

Has the manuscript been approved?

"Ha~"

Jiang Xian yawned.

Without saying anything, he put the letter back into his bag and left.

A group of people were left looking at each other, especially the comrades in the security department, who looked at each other.

Did you pass it or not?

What the hell.

Why do I feel like I'm being controlled by that guy?

After turning around a wing and finding a deserted place, Jiang Xian hurriedly opened the envelope again.

The letter paper is very thin!

One is a political review form, and the other is a letter of acceptance of the manuscript.

"Comrade Jiang Xian:
I am honored to receive your work "The Chess King". After review by the editorial department of "Beijing Literature and Art", we unanimously decided to publish your novel."

Seeing this, Jiang Xian showed an excited smile on his face.

"bingo!"

Unexpectedly, "The Chess King", which was directly rejected by "Beijing Literature and Art" in the previous life, was directly published by "Beijing Literature and Art" this time.

After thinking about it, he estimated that there were two reasons.

First, his ending is already the revised version, the tone is not gloomy, and there is no problem with tendency.

Second, the person in charge of "Beijing Literature and Art" today is different from the person who was in charge when "The Chess King" was born in later generations.

Li Qingquan is indeed an outstanding editor.

During the two years that he presided over "Beijing Literature and Art", the artistic standards of "Beijing Literature and Art", which had always been stable, were directly raised to a higher level, and each issue had good works that attracted national attention.

He also proposed that the "cluster grenade" method should be used to focus on training potential authors, and he discovered and supported many writers who later had an influence in the literary world.

"Jiang Xian?" Just as he was about to go back, he was stopped by someone.

Jiang Xian looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zhu Lin walking towards him holding onto the white jade railing.

"Comrade Zhu Lin? Nice to meet you again."

"You were quite proud just now."

"You are also in the reception room?"

"I saw it while passing by." Zhu Lin came closer with small steps, her eyes moving around and finally landing on the letter.

"Has the manuscript been approved?"

"See for yourself."

Jiang Xian threw the letter over to Zhu Lin, who took a look at it and was a little surprised: "Beijing Literature and Art Magazine is going to publish your novel?"

"You can't tease me."

"Oh my God."

Zhu Lin couldn't help but cover her mouth and looked at Jiang Xian again and again with her almond-shaped eyes.

That’s “Beijing Literature and Art”!

It is recognized as the leading literary journal in the literary world!
"What's your novel about?"

What did you write?
Jiang Xian suddenly came up with a description in the style of a confidant: Shocked! The poor educated youth had no father or mother, and nine strong men took turns to attack him.
"It's hard to explain in a few words."

Looking at this Beijing girl who gave up medicine to become an actress.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Jiang Xian's mind like an electric current.

【Children of the compound】

This inspiration.

He seems to know how to collect!
My mood suddenly improved.

He raised his arms and fanned his face.

"It's too hot today, let's go and have some soda."

"Drink soda?" Zhu Lin blinked her eyes and tilted her head, "Don't regret it."

"What do you regret?"

"I didn't bring any money."

"Do you have a mouth?"

"You're still swearing."