Back to 80: My Literary Life

Just after the Spring Festival, everyone in the magazine was talking about this matter.

The three-year contract signed by Fang Minghua has expired, and the Provincial Writers Association intends to let Fang Minghua continue to serve without having to compete for the position.

This decision is not unexpected. In the three years since Fang Minghua served as editor-in-chief, the sales volume of "Yanhe" magazine has been increasing steadily. Last year, the average sales volume of each issue reached 450,000. This is against the background of the declining sales of major domestic serious fiction magazines. "Yanhe" magazine River magazine is in a league of its own.

More importantly, during his tenure, Fang Minghua signed a large number of domestic young writers. These writers grew rapidly and gradually became the backbone of the domestic literary world.

Under Fang Minghua's operation, "Yanhe" magazine created one hot spot after another in the literary field. Now "Yanhe" has become the center of the literary world.

In this case, if he doesn't continue to take responsibility, who will take responsibility?

Another thing is that President Huang of the magazine will retire soon, leaving the position of president. The leaders of the Writers Association intend to let Fang Minghua also take the position, becoming a veritable leader of the magazine.

What's puzzling is that Fang Minghua has never expressed his position on this matter. I don't know what he is thinking.

During class this afternoon, Fang Minghua suddenly received a call from Hu Cai, chairman of the Provincial Writers Association.

"Minghua, do you have time now? If you have time, come to my office. I want to chat with you."

"I'll be right over when I have time."

Fang Minghua hung up the phone, picked up his briefcase and walked out of the office.

As soon as I went out, I met Bai Miao walking towards me.

"Minghua, you want to go out? I'm going to prepare you to report something." Bai Miao said.

"Are you in a hurry? If you're not in a hurry, let it go for now. I'll talk about it after I get back from the Writers' Association." Fang Minghua said.

"There's no rush. Did Chairman Hu ask you to come over?"

Fang Minghua nodded.

"It's a good thing, Minghua, I want to treat you when you come back." Bai Miao said with an "I understand" expression.

This guy.

Fang Minghua didn't say anything and walked towards the stairs.

When I got to the yard, I pushed my 28 big bar out. The person on duty today was Zhang Baofu. I was sitting in the duty room and saw him and hurriedly came out to say hello.

"Brother Minghua, are you going out to do something?"

"I'll go to the Writers' Association."

"Brother Minghua, I heard that you are going to be promoted?" Zhang Baofu asked in a low voice.

"Who did you listen to?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Many people in the work unit are talking about it now."

"Don't listen to their nonsense, it's nothing." Fang Minghua said, walked out of the gate, got on his bicycle and rode towards the Writers Association compound.

When he arrived at the Writers' Association compound, he put away his bicycle. Fang Minghua smiled and greeted people he knew while walking, and went straight to Hu Cai's office.

Seeing Fang Minghua knock on the door and come in, Hu Cai asked him to sit down, exchanged a few words and got to the point.

"Minghua, how have you considered this matter?"

"What's up?"

"You're still pretending to be with me?!" Hu Cai scolded with a smile, "Okay, I'll do it."

"The organization hopes that you will continue to serve as the editor-in-chief, and President Huang is about to retire. The organization hopes that you will also take up the position of president. This will help you carry out your work, how about it?"

Fang Minghua was silent for a moment before saying, "Thank you for the organization's trust in me, but I don't want to do it."

"Don't want to hold the position of president?" Hu Cai asked.

"Not only that, I don't want to continue to hold the position of editor-in-chief."

"Why?" Hu Cai was very surprised: "Your editor-in-chief has done a very good job, which is recognized by everyone."

"I have made some achievements." Fang Minghua was very humble: "But I really don't want to do it anymore. I want to be a professional writer like Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi, and focus on creation!"

After listening to Fang Minghua's words, Hu Cai was silent for a while before speaking. "Minghua, do you really think so?"

"Really, Chairman Hu, at first I was a janitor at the magazine. I could write something if I wasn't busy at work. But President Huang insisted on letting me join the editorial department as an editor. He also said that he wouldn't assign tasks to me, so I could do as much as I wanted. , I followed his words and entered.”

"After working for more than a year, Editor-in-Chief Dong wants to take a back seat and has to be replaced by his replacement. Well, I will do it."

"When Editor Zhang retired and the company launched a pilot competition, you asked me to compete for the editor-in-chief, saying that the magazine was not running well. You were a young man with a lot of energy and brainpower, and you wanted to find a way to run the magazine well. Okay, I listen to you. Now that three years have expired, the magazine’s sales are pretty good, and I’ve completed my mission.”

"Hahaha" Hu Cai couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "Minghua, look at how wronged you are. Are you blaming our old man for digging a hole for you?"

"Of course not." Fang Minghua also smiled and said: "I just said that I really don't want to be the editor-in-chief. I also want to transfer the personnel relations to the Writers Association."

"It seems that you have seriously considered this issue." Hu Cai's face became serious, and after a moment he asked: "If you no longer want to be the editor-in-chief, who do you think is the most suitable person?"

"Bai Miao!" Fang Minghua did not hesitate.

"Chairman Hu, you have also seen Bai Miao's work ability. He has a broad literary vision and strong editing skills. More importantly, his communication and coordination skills are even better. He is doing the specific work many times. I In fact, I even suggested that he should take over the position of president."

"Oh why?"

"President Huang is a good person and is very supportive of my work, so the two of us work together very well. This may not be the case if we change to another president. If there is a conflict between the editor-in-chief and the president, there will definitely be problems in the operation of the magazine, so the company The editor-in-chief of Changhe is shouldering the responsibility, which is also a common trend among major magazines now.”

Hu Cai listened and pondered for a moment: "Minghua, I will seriously consider your suggestion and report it to the organization."

"Well, if there is nothing else, I will go back first."

"Then go ahead. You must not relax before the organization announces your appointment. You must stand your last shift." Hu Cai gave his final advice.

"Don't worry." Fang Minghua stood up and prepared to leave, but heard Hu Cai say again: "Then write well for two years. When we old guys come, the Writers Association will rely on you."

I.

Fang Minghua came out of Hu Cai's office and felt relaxed all over.

Finally, I don't have to do the hard job of editor-in-chief.

I am tired like a dog.

Wouldn't it be good to take care of the children, write something, practice calligraphy, appreciate famous paintings, or even play mahjong?

Free and easy, what a leisurely life!

I have worked in the magazine for almost ten years, that's enough.

As for Hu Cai's last sentence, isn't it still two years? I'll talk about it when the time comes.

Fang Minghua came back from the Writers Association compound and went into his office. He saw that it was almost time to get off work, so he thought about it and called Bai Miao.

"Bai Miao, what did you come to see me for?"

"I just received a notice from the Writers Association that due to special reasons, the award ceremony for excellent short and medium-length novels will no longer be held this year, and the award certificates will be sent to the winners one after another."

Oh.

I won't go to Yanjing, just in time.

Fang Minghua said again: "I know," Do you have time after get off work? Let's go out for a drink together. "

"Of course I have time. What, Minghua, has your job been decided?"

"I'll tell you when we drink."

After work, the two of them rode their bicycles and found a small restaurant near the East First Gate. They ordered a bottle of Hans beer and a few hot and cold dishes, among which was naturally Fang Minghua's favorite "flower and hair in one".

Bai Miao filled Fang Minghua's glass with beer, and then poured himself some, and then asked: "Minghua, Chairman Hu asked you to come over. Is your job decided? The president and editor-in-chief are both on the same shoulder? "

Fang Minghua took a sip from his beer glass before saying, "Chairman Hu did tell me, but I refused. Besides, I recommended you."