1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 392 If You Want to Be a Factory Manager

Chapter 392 If You Want to Be a Factory Manager
Jiang Xian is not a saintly bitch.

The Beijing Film Studio was openly squeezing him out like this, but he still went back to swear allegiance to the studio and work hard to contribute to its future?
Cheap or not?

Since it was a foregone conclusion that "Film Creation" would leave the Department of Literature, Luo Chenghan suffered a great loss, and Jiang Xian was too lazy to get involved with the Beijing Film Studio anymore.

Boring.

Let them build their Ming and Qing style streets.

Moreover, Director Wang Yang, who was on good terms with Jiang Xian, had also stepped down, so Jiang Xian no longer had to consider anyone's face.

Anyway, he is not familiar with Hu Qiming.

What? When you, Hu Qiming, get angry, can you use qigong to hit me?
The news that he would not return to the Beijing Film Studio soon reached Hu Qiming.

"not coming back?"

The factory director, who had just taken office, instantly became flushed.

What is this thing called?
Don’t you want to be a director?
This is really weird.

Hu Qiming scratched his head but couldn't figure it out. They were the prestigious Beijing Film Studio, so when did the position of director become so worthless?
Do I have to beg others to do it?
If he wanted to let others go, Hu Qiming would just ignore the matter.

But this matter happened to Jiang Xian.

Chen Huangmei called on his name and asked the Beijing Film Studio to assign him to be the editor-in-chief of "Film Creation".

If Hu Qiming fails to handle this matter, how will he explain to Chen Huangmei in the future? How will he put his face in front of Chen Huangmei in the future? Will he still go to the meeting at the Ministry of Culture?

Alas, recalling that when he had just taken over as factory director, old factory director Wang Yang patted him on the shoulder and said, "Jiang Xian is a smooth-talking donkey."

Thinking about it now, the calluses on the old factory manager’s hands were so painful.

In short, this matter is far more complicated than imagined.

Hu Qiming told this to his wife at home, and his wife frowned after listening.

"How about you go and invite him in person?"

"What?"

"Why don't you go and ask him out in person and try?"

"I'm a factory manager, how can I invite him?"

Hu Qiming's face flushed red.

What is this thing called?
The director of the Beijing Film Studio personally invites a young boy to take the position?

"Hey, why do you care so much about your old face?"

His wife tried to persuade him, saying, "Didn't Liu Bei invite Zhuge Liang three times? Just think of it as a gesture of respect for a wise man. What's so shameful about that?"

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Hu Qiming had a complicated expression on his face. He listened to his lover nagging in his ear, and finally said impatiently:
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away."

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

His wife thought Hu Qiming had changed his mind and said angrily, "Go ahead!"

"I'm going there."

"Then why did you come back?"

"I just forgot to take something, why are you rushing me?"

Hu Qiming glared at her and then coughed twice.

"Don't we have two bags of whole-fat sweet milk powder at home? Go get them for me. I heard that Jiang Xian's family has a baby girl. I'll take her over."

"Ugh."

The wife nodded and agreed.

Hu Qiming couldn't help but sigh again.

As a leader, he actually has to carry some things when he goes to his subordinate's home?

"It's really the opposite of Tian Gang!"

Jiang Xian couldn't help but sigh as he took two bags of whole-fat sweet milk powder from Hu Qiming.

He glanced at the gift first.

Changhong brand full-fat sweet milk powder, 325 grams, produced in Inner Mongolia, was definitely a very valuable gift in that era when productivity was not well developed.

Hu Qiming was very generous and took two bags at once.

"You said you would come, so come now. What are you carrying?" Jiang Xian said with a smile.

"There's no reason to come here empty-handed."

Hu Qiming put his hands behind his back and looked around.

"Your yard is quite nice."

It is spring now, and the city of Yanjing is still shrouded in sandstorms as usual.

Jiang Xian's yard was spared some damage because of the dense trees in the yard. The emerald green branches and leaves and the bright flowers complemented each other, giving it a sense of spring.

"Are you the only family in this yard?"

"Just one."

"How did you get it?"

"I got it from a relative." Jiang Xian made up a story.

"Oh."

Hu Qiming nodded, but did not delve further into the issue.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, I was not thoughtful enough about what happened before. The situation in the Department of Literature is so complicated. When I handed over the work, I did not fully understand the situation in this regard. I want to apologize to you for this." Hu Qiming said with a guilty look on his face.

"Oh, you're welcome."

Jiang Xian seemed a little flattered, but overall he was calm.

"Director Hu, I don't want to cause any conflict. You really misunderstood me. But if you came here just to get me to go back to Beijing Film Studio, I won't waste any more words with you. I will definitely not go back to Beijing Film Studio."

"not going back?"

Hu Qiming took a deep breath and said, "Jiang Xian, if you still have any energy..."

"Director, you misunderstood."

Jiang Xian said: "I have no problem with you or the comrades in the factory.

You may not know that I still have a job at People's Literature. Editor-in-Chief Wang Meng just transferred me there. As you know, People's Literature has an extraordinary status in the literary world, so I would be walking on thin ice if I went to work there.

Plus, I have a child at home, I have to write novels, and I am getting older. When men reach this age, their energy is limited, so I really can’t do everything at once.”

Hu Qiming listened to Jiang Xian's long speech. He opened his mouth several times but nothing came out. Finally, he uttered something.

"Really not coming back?"

Jiang Xian held his waist, looking like he had suffered from a herniated disc for many years. "I won't go back. With my current health, I can't make any contribution to the factory."

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Hu Qiming held the teacup and gently stroked the rim, repeating this unconsciously. From time to time, he glanced towards Jiang Xian with unwillingness in his eyes.

"How about transferring you to the literature department as the director? Let Luo Chenghan be your deputy."

"what?"

Jiang Xian didn't expect that Hu Qiming was so determined to let him go back, and he gave him the position of Director of the Department of Literature without hesitation.

This is the director of the literature department of the Beijing Film Studio. If he really takes this position, then in the future, it will basically be up to him, Jiang Xian, to decide what kind of movies the Beijing Film Studio will make.

Because all scripts can only be filmed if he says it can be filmed, and cannot be filmed if he says it cannot be filmed.

"You're joking with me." Jiang Xian chuckled.

Hu Qiming stared at him, and seeing that Jiang Xian was not moved at all, he could only sigh.

"Well, whatever, you have too much on your shoulders, so we at the Beijing Film Studio won't add any more to you. But everyone in the studio will definitely treat you as a member of the Beijing Film Studio. Go visit the studio often in the future and see old comrades like Jiang Huaiyan and Ling Zifeng. You all have a good relationship with them."

Hu Qiming played the emotional card and tried to repair the rift between him and the Beijing Film Studio with Jiang Xian.

Jiang Xian did not express his attitude, but just nodded vaguely, "You are thoughtful."

After that, he chatted with Hu Qiming for a while before sending him to the gate of the courtyard. Hu Qiming said goodbye to him and then took the assigned car to leave Jingshan East Hutong.

This matter was also seen by the neighbors in the same alley. They stared at Hu Qiming's car and started discussing where this big shot came from.

Aunt Zhang from the next yard is a very sexy person. She pulled Zhu Hong, who was here to take care of the baby, over to gossip.

"Her aunt, who is this person who came to our house? He came by car, so he must be a high-ranking official."

"Not small, the leader of the factory."

"Which factory?"

"The Beijing Film Studio." Zhu Hong held the little Majesty in her arms. "You know "Little Soldier Zhang Ga" and "The Heroines of the Yang Family", they were all shot by him. Now he is the director of the studio. He came to our house to invite my brother-in-law to work as an official at the Beijing Film Studio."

"Yo!"

Aunt Zhang shuddered.

Has the dream of venturing into the entertainment industry after so many years finally come true?

Just as I was thinking about talking to Jiang Xian, I heard Zhu Hong say, "But my brother-in-law won't go. He doesn't want to go."

"Don't want to go?"

Aunt Zhang seemed to have lost her dream again, and asked anxiously, "Why aren't you happy? The director of the Beijing Film Studio came to invite him to be an official, but he didn't even want to go?"

"My brother-in-law doesn't like it."

Zhu Hong's face was full of pride. "Humph, a man like my brother-in-law should be the director of the Beijing Film Studio."

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Aunt Zhang wanted to say something else, but Zhu Hong exclaimed, "Oh, he's pooping again?" and hurriedly went back with the child.

Aunt Zhang turned around and started to pass on the message: "I've found out everything. He's from the Beijing Film Studio and he's the director."

"Then why are you here to visit the Jiang family?"

"We asked him to be an official, but Jiang Xian refused to go."

"Tsk, I guess he was given the title of Bi Ma Wen, and people don't like him."

"Come on, is it worth it for the Jade Emperor to come and invite you personally to be the Horse Keeper?"

"Yes, just look at it. This person must be the first of the three visits to the thatched cottage. He is at least a prime minister."

"It makes sense."

"Oh, how many films does Jiang Xian write every year? He is indispensable to this film industry."

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Su Chen and Feng Xiaoshuang from "Huacheng" followed Zhang Jie and listened to the heated discussions of the neighbors around them.

“This should be the right place.”

"Little brother, let me introduce you. This is the editor-in-chief of Huacheng, Su Chen, and this is the editor Feng Xiaoshuang."

"This is Jiang Xian."

With Zhang Jie's introduction, Jiang Xian shook hands with the two editors of Huacheng.

Zhang Jie's novel Emerald was once published in Huacheng, so she is familiar with the editors of Huacheng.

This time, as soon as Su Chen and Feng Xiaoshuang arrived in the capital, she acted as their guide.

"Commander Jiang, I have admired you for a long time."

Su Chen smiled and shook hands with Jiang Xian, "We met many years ago."

"Is it?"

"It was at the discussion meeting for your novel "Rice." Su Chen said with a smile.

"I have an impression, I have an impression." Jiang Xian said somewhat embarrassedly.

At that time, there were many seminars on "Mi" and many guests came, but he can no longer remember who they were.

"Please sit down. Please sit down."

Jiang Xian poured tea for everyone.

"Little brother."

Zhang Jie stopped Jiang Xian and asked with concern, "How is the situation at the Beijing Film Studio going?"

She is a screenwriter at the Beijing Film Studio, so she has heard about what has been happening in recent days.

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Zhang Jie was one of Jiang Xian's own, so he calmly recounted the story of Hu Qiming's visit just now.

Su Chen and Feng Xiaoshuang were dumbfounded.

what?
The director of the Beijing Film Studio came to personally invite you to be the director of the studio?

This is too much of a favor.

The key is that Jiang Xian hasn’t gone yet!

"He is indeed a great writer." Su Chen couldn't help but sigh.

After a few pleasantries, they got down to business. Su Chen and Feng Xiaoshuang took out the manuscripts of "The Castaway" and "The Hunger Games".

“Is this a work you published abroad?”

Jiang Xian took a look and chuckled, "You are very well-informed. These two novels of mine were published overseas not long ago."

"It is." Feng Xiaoshuang nodded excitedly.

Su Chen smiled and said, "Comrade Jiang Xian, it's not that we are well-informed, but we pay attention to the more popular novels abroad. The fact that we found these two novels of yours shows that they are really popular abroad."

"what?"

Zhang Jie was still confused.

After listening to Feng Xiaoshuang's explanation, I finally understood, "Brother, have you published a novel abroad?!"

"Teacher Zhang, it's not just a publication, it's also caused a huge uproar!" Feng Xiaoshuang added.

"sharp."

Zhang Jie gave Jiang Xian a thumbs up.

At the same time, I felt a sense of emotion.

When she first stepped into the literary circle, Jiang Xian also published his debut novel "The Chess King" almost at the same time.

At that time, Zhang Jie often envied the talent of this young man. The brilliance he displayed in his every move was so dazzling.

Now that she has been famous in the literary world for a long time, Jiang Xian has actually set her sights on the world.

This pattern and strength really made her admire.

"Teacher Jiang, we have a column in Huacheng that often publishes some foreign novels. We would like to put these two novels of yours on it as well. We came here this time to ask for your consent." Feng Xiaoshuang said.

"Will you pay for your articles?" Jiang Xian asked.

This is not his materialism.

He roughly understood the model of "Huacheng", which was to move foreign novels and articles into its own magazine.

However, there is absolutely no copyright awareness in China at the moment, so those foreign novels are basically copied for free, and it is very likely that most of them do not have the author's authorization.

For example, Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude entered the eyes of domestic readers in this way.

Later, when Marquez came to China, the people who received him told him enthusiastically, "I am a fan of your books. Your works have been best-sellers in China for many years."

When Marquez heard this, he was immediately furious:
“I didn’t even give you permission!”

"Of course you have to pay for this." Feng Xiaoshuang replied.

"What about the translation?" Jiang Xian asked again.

Both "Drifter" and "The Hunger Games" were written in English. He had a Chinese manuscript for "Drifter". The first draft of the novel was in Chinese, and it was Nie Hualing who translated it into English for him.

As for The Hunger Games, the first draft was the English draft.

"Don't worry about that."

Su Chen said: "Our magazine will handle the translation. If you have any concerns, you can find someone to translate it yourself."

"I'll do it myself."

"what?"

"I'll translate it myself." Jiang Xian said.

The Chinese manuscript of "The Hunger Games" had been in his mind from the beginning, so he could just call it up directly.

Although copying it was tiring, Jiang Xian felt it was still necessary to do it himself.

After all, the domestic environment is so tense. If the readers' understanding of the novel is misled, it would be a big problem.

He thought so, but others didn't know.

Su Chen and Feng Xiaoshuang were just shocked.

They didn't expect that the writer Jiang Xian was also so good at translation.