Back to 80: My Literary Life

"Director Lin, I need to report this matter to our president first," Fang Minghua said.

"Okay, you can tell the president and I will also contact your president. You can write down my phone number and you can call me directly."

"OK."

Fang Minghua hung up the phone.

I couldn't help but shake my head, what the hell is this?

The novel hasn't been published yet, but people who want to adapt it are already coming to the door.

When he looked up, he saw Wang Juan looking at him.

"Xiao Fang, are you writing a new novel?" Wang Juan asked.

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Where are you going to publish it?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

"Just submit it to our own magazine?" the girl said.

Huh?

As a general clerk in the magazine office, Wang Juan basically works as a handyman and rarely interferes with the creation or submission of articles by these writers.

Why did you suddenly say this today?

Seeing that she was alone in the office, Wang Juan whispered: "The sales of Yanhe magazine have dropped recently, and President Huang is very worried."

"Yeah?"

Fang Minghua didn't know.

However, after the reform and opening up, magazines have sprung up all over the country, and competition is naturally fierce.

"Last month, I passed by President Huang's office and heard him losing his temper again, saying that the contents, themes, and writing techniques of the novels published in our magazine were all outdated, and I didn't know that Editors Zhang and He were What do you think?" Wang Juan whispered.

oh.

But to be honest, it has been two years since I traveled through time, and I obviously feel that the quality of the novels published in "Yanhe" magazine is not as good as the previous two years.

This of course has a lot to do with the editor's vision.

This is a vicious cycle. The quality of the novels published is not high, few people read the magazine, and some famous writers choose those more famous magazines.

Magazines whose reputation has declined will not be able to get good works, which will lead to a decrease in subscriptions and a further decline in reputation.

"Yanhe" seems to be facing a problem.

Apart from anything else, Lu Yao has rarely published novels in "Yanhe" since 1981. Basically, they are "Contemporary" and "Harvest".

Chen Zhongshi and Jia Pingwa too!

This already speaks volumes.

There is a problem in the editorial department!

However, facing the girl in front of him, Fang Minghua naturally couldn't say these things nonsense, so he smiled and said: "Don't worry, I think President Huang and Editor Zhang will find a way. As for the novel I wrote, it depends on the situation?"

Fang Minghua's answer was ambiguous, and Wang Juan said nothing more.

I am just an ordinary clerk, can I interfere with the submission of these writers? It's just that Fang Minghua usually has a good relationship with her, so that's why she mentioned this matter.

Fang Minghua did not go to President Huang immediately. Instead, he went up to the second floor when he was about to get off work and knocked on President Huang's office.

"It's Xiao Fang, sit down, sit down."

President Huang greeted: "If you don't come, I will ask someone to find you. Have you written a novel?"

"Yes, have you received a call from Renyi?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Yes, the People's Art Department has asked you to go to Yanjing and talk to them about adapting the play. I have no objection. Being able to adapt the work into a play and movie is an affirmation of the work. Besides, you are young, and going out for a walk will be good for you personally. There are benefits too.”

"Thanks."

Fang Minghua found that he liked this amiable-looking president more and more.

"Xiao Fang, can you let me read your novel?" President Huang suddenly said.

"No problem, I'll get it."

Fang Minghua hurried out of the office and returned to his dormitory. He took out the manuscript locked in the drawer and went to President Huang's office to hand it over to him.

"I'll go back tonight and see if you can go to Yanjing. Contact the people and arts department."

"OK."

Fang Minghua didn't hesitate. After going to work the next morning, he went to President Huang's office, preparing to make a long-distance call to Renyi and pick up his manuscript.

"Xiao Fang, your novel is well written and easy to understand. The shell of comedy is the core of tragedy, and its literary quality is relatively high." President Huang gave it a high evaluation.

"Where are you going to submit your manuscript?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

"Just submit it to our magazine. Now the magazine needs novels like yours."

Cast for "Yanhe"?

This was not the first goal, but President Huang's tone was sincere and he was kind to himself, so Fang Minghua nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I have to revise it and finalize it."

"No rush, you go to Yanjing first and polish it after you come back."

Early in the morning, Fang Minghua took his travel bag, put on his yellow satchel, said goodbye to his family, and boarded the train to Yanjing. He also carried three kilograms of dog-head dates in his hand, and arrived in Yanjing the next morning.

Looking at this busy city, I thought that I had traveled to this era three times in two years.

It is estimated that there will be more visits in the future.

You might as well buy a house in Yanjing, like a courtyard house or something, and save yourself the trouble of staying in a guest house every time you come.

Of course Fang Minghua knew it was inappropriate, at least not right now.

Nowadays, houses have not yet been commercialized. In cities, houses are allocated to work units, and private courtyards are not for sale. There are very few people who want to sell off their ancestral property.

And they are all located in dilapidated alleys. There are only public toilets outside the courtyard gate, wires are intertwined in the air, and the light inside the house is dim. The living environment is really not as good as a commercial building.

Just wait a few more years.

The address of Yanjing Renyi is on Wangfujing Street. Fang Minghua first found a snack bar near the station and ate a bowl of soy milk and fried dough sticks. Then he took the bus straight to Wangfujing Street and found a state-owned hotel to stay in a nearby alley before going there. Human art.

The People's Art Theater is located at No. 22 Wangfujing Street, where the troupe's office is also located. Fang Minghua entered the gate and took out his work permit and a letter of introduction from a magazine, and found Lin Zhaohua in a small office.

At this time, Lin Zhaohua was of course not yet a famous dean in later generations. He was now in his early forties and was in his prime in terms of talent and talent.

"Comrade Xiaofang, please sit down. Have you had a hard journey?" Lin Zhaohua greeted him warmly, poured him a glass of boiling water, and handed him a cattail leaf fan.

"Sorry, the conditions are a bit difficult."

It was really hard, there wasn’t even an electric fan.

However, these literary and artistic groups were like this in the early 1980s. The country as a whole was very poor, but they were very enthusiastic about their work.

The two met and chatted for a few words, and Fang Minghua handed his manuscript to Lin Zhaohua.

"You take a rest and I'll take a look first."

Lin Zhaohua read quickly and finished the novel in more than half an hour. He raised his head and looked at Fang Minghua: "Comrade Xiaofang, your novel is more exciting than what Yasuda told. I am willing to buy the right to adapt your novel! Come, come and meet our dean with me."

The current director of the People's Art Institute is Cao Yu, the Tarzan Beidou in the drama world!

Fang Minghua stood up quickly.

He followed Lin Zhaohua down to the second floor and knocked on the dean's office.

Cao Yu is seventy years old this year and has gray hair. When he saw the two people coming in, Lin Zhaohua first introduced Fang Minghua and then handed him the novel he had written.

Cao Yu didn't look at it carefully, he just turned it over and handed it back to Lin Zhaohua.

"Xiao Lin, since you want to adapt this novel, then go ahead and do it boldly! The response to "Absolute Signal" that you directed some time ago was pretty good."

"Thank you, Dean Cao. I will work harder." Lin Zhaohua said quickly.

Cao Yu nodded and looked at Fang Minghua again.

"Comrade Xiao Fang, you are very young. It is amazing that you can write a novel like "The Sun Also Rises"!"

Thank you for your monthly vote because I thought Mingyu had a hard time waiting.