1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 183 Director Jiang

“Passengers, the journey of the train is limited, but the mileage of the revolution is unlimited.

Let us contribute our own strength to accelerate the socialist modernization drive in different positions! "

Accompanied by the lark-like train announcement, the train arrived in Beijing.

Jiang Xian stretched and hurried to No. 15 Hufang Road to put down his luggage.

After staying in Shanghai for so long, the house on Hufang Road is still spotless.

Well, Zhu Lin has a key.

But she's not here at the moment.

Jiang Xian changed his clothes and rushed to the venue of the first representative meeting of the Beijing branch of the Chinese Writers Association.

At that time, there was no Beijing Writers Association. It was the Beijing Writers Association Preparatory Group. Later, when we encountered the Buzz Buzz incident, the preparatory work was put aside.

It was not until 1978 that it was restarted. This year was the first time that a congress was held, and it was also the first time that the charter of the Beijing Writers Association was formally formulated and the members of the leadership team were determined.

"Jiang Xian!"

As soon as he entered the venue, Jiang Xian was stopped by Wang Meng.

He greeted him, and Wang Meng smiled and said, "I have read your proposal. I didn't expect you to make such a big fuss in Shanghai."

Jiang Xian knew he was talking about the Literature Museum, and he showed a kind look, "This was mainly the idea of ​​Mr. Ba Jin. I was just deeply moved after listening to it, and I was inspired by it. The credit still goes to Mr. Ba Jin."

"If this can be accomplished, both you and Mr. Ba Jin will have made great contributions!" Wang Meng said excitedly, "I am already writing an article to speak out for the 'Literature Museum' in response to your proposal."

"That couldn't be a better thing!" Jiang Xian felt relieved.

He is just a small character, and this initiative must receive responses and support from many parties before the construction of the museum can be put on the agenda.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, I haven't seen you at the Institute of Literature for a long time." Xu Gang, director of the Institute of Literature, came over with a helpless look on his face.

If we talk about the most difficult student to discipline in the Institute of Literature, it would be Jiang Xian. He skips classes the most times, but all the teachers have a very good impression of him.

Not to mention Wang Meng, who is like him, and Wang Yao, who teaches Russian literature, is full of praise for this guy.
Jiang Xian chatted with them briefly for a while and saw many familiar figures, such as Teacher Zhang Jie, and many teachers from the Institute of Literature, such as Wu Zuxiang, Xiao Jun, and Luo Binji.

Wu Zuxiang is a professor in the Chinese Department of Yenching University. His novel writing is deeply influenced by Mao Dun. He is also a scholar of "Dream of the Red Chamber" and the president of the Red Chamber Research Association.

Xiao Jun and Luo Binji have close contacts with Zhang Jie's father. They are seniors who have watched Zhang Jie grow up. At this moment, the two of them are very engaged in the conversation with Zhang Jie.

Wang Meng took Jiang Xian's hand, greeted them, and talked about the Literature Museum, and immediately received unanimous support from everyone.

"This matter should be vigorously 'advocated' so that the China Writers Association can take responsibility."

"It will also be an honor for the motherland."

“This is a memory, but also a look forward!”

"I am also willing to donate all my materials to build a literature museum. This is a very good thing."

The meeting started on time at nine o'clock.

First there was a speech at the preparatory meeting, and then the first thing to do was to elect the chairman of the association's board of directors.

The first chairman was Ruan Zhangjing, whose representative work was "Zhanghe Water", and he was a student of Xian Xinghai.

After Ruan Zhangjing’s speech, the first board of directors of the Beijing Writers Association was elected.

This was exactly the purpose of Jiang Xian's trip. This was what he had discussed with Wang Meng before.

After he obtained the status of a director of the Beijing Writers Association, he was hired as an editor of Beijing Literature and Art, which made a lot of sense from the perspective of the charter. The preparatory committee quickly began to read out the list of directors.

When Zhang Jie's name was called, Jiang Xian whispered congratulations to her, and Zhang Jie smiled and nodded at him.

A while passed.

The four words "Comrade Jiang Xian" finally came out from the mouth of the preparatory committee member.

There was a lot of noise.

Immediately, many eyes turned towards Jiang Xian's position.

How valuable is this director?
It can be said that all those who were selected into the list of directors are famous figures in Beijing today, including Lin Jinlan, Zhao Jinjiu, Liu Shaotang, Haoran, and Xie Mian.
Jiang Xian, a writer and student of the Institute of Literature, was the youngest attendee in the entire venue, yet he was easily selected as one of the more than 40 directors!

There is really no doubt about this.

Although Jiang Xian is young, his achievements in literary creation are there and unshakable.

Last year, he won first place in the National Excellent Novel Selection. This year, he won three awards in a row and retained first place.

The only thing that can be criticized is that he is young and inexperienced. Otherwise, based on the national influence of his works such as "The Chess King", "Animals Are Dangerous" and "Furong Town", he could even compete for the seat of vice chairman.

“I hope that the above comrades can unite literary and art workers extensively and cultivate writers with both moral integrity and talent!”

After the speech, the next step was to finalize the charter. The meeting ended quickly and a "Director Certificate" with his name on it was handed to Jiang Xian.

It really excited him for a while.

Soon, reporters from Guangming X Newspaper came over to take pictures and conduct interviews, and their questions naturally included questions about the Literature Museum.

"Can I ask you how much money you donated?" the reporter asked with great interest.

Jiang Xian waved his hand and said, "The money I donated is not worth mentioning. Comrade Ba Jin also told me that the method of donating money cannot be publicized or promoted. Just do it quietly. I will not talk about this matter anymore in the future."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone from the reporters to the surrounding directors and writers stood in awe.

At such a young age, he has such awareness!

"Comrade Jiang Xian."

"Comrade Wang Fu."

Wang Fu came over with a smile on his face. "You disappeared for a long time. I went to look for you to pay the printing fee but couldn't find you. It was only then that I saw you launch a large satellite in Shanghai in the People's X Newspaper."

Seeing Wang Fu, Jiang Xian couldn't help showing his joy, "Has the remuneration for the number of copies of the collection been paid?"

After "People's Literature" published the "1979 National Excellent Novel Selection Collection", it was extremely popular among readers. After all, this collection brought together several novels that were widely loved by readers, and its sales were explosive.

In just three months, sales exceeded one million.

Jiang Xian's original basic remuneration was 2050 yuan, and after the final distribution, the remuneration based on the number of copies printed was more than 4000 yuan!

This made Jiang Xian very happy.

After all, after donating the 10,000 yuan in royalties, he really didn't have much cash left. The royalties for the number of copies of the book that Wang Fu sent was really a timely help.

The meeting ended and Jiang Xian returned to No. 15 Hufang Road in the evening.

When I opened the door, a smell of oil smoke wafted in and at the same time I heard a dripping sound.

"Inspiration [painting] progress +1, current progress (10/10)"

(End of this chapter)