The literary era since 1979

Chapter 164 Big brother takes the lead
After the first day of the meeting, editors from major journals came to Fangyan one after another.

Groups of people came to the rooms of the guesthouse, most of them coming for the concept of military literature of the new era.

Some people still did not give up and asked Fang Xiaojiang to write articles.

It doesn't have to be a military theme, any theme will do.

For example, the two people in front of us are Lin Xianzhi, the editor of Huacheng, and Xu Zhaohuai, the editor of Zhongshan.

"You two don't have to hang yourself on this tree. I see there are many writers attending this conference. It's like a forest. Why don't you go and look at other trees?"

Dialect looks left and right.

“There are many forests, but few big trees.”

Xu Zhaohuai sighed: "There are even fewer people willing to contribute to a small magazine like Zhongshan."

“The same is true for Flower City.”

Lin Xianzhi shook his head and laughed.

"You two are joking."

Fangyan frowned and said, "Really? I don't believe it!"

Although "Zhongshan" and "Huacheng" were founded later than "October", they are still considered "big brothers" in the journal industry.

Given the status and fame of the two journals today, are you still worried about not being able to get manuscripts?

However, it is true.

At that time, "Zhongshan" and "Huacheng" were not nationally renowned magazines, but just mediocre provincial magazines. In the echelon of national literary journals, they could only be considered third-rate.

Compared with the country's top literary magazines such as "October" and "Yenching Literature", it is two levels lower.

"I don't have to worry about general manuscripts, but it's really hard to get an appointment with a famous writer like Mr. Fang."

Xu Zhaohuai sincerely recounted his experiences.

For example, when I asked Chen Rong to write an article for me, I went to her house, but the door was closed. Her husband opened it a little and said he didn't know me.

"The same is true for our Huacheng."

Lin Xianzhi also complained, "Every time I have to visit them shamelessly, and after several attempts, I finally get a manuscript. They don't give it to me, and we understand. After all, if the work is published in Huacheng and doesn't make a splash, it will all be in vain."

"Everyone has to go through this process. It was the same for us at the beginning of October, but then things gradually got better."

Fangyan waved his hand.

"But after all, October has you, Mr. Fang."

Lin Xianzhi's tone was full of envy.

Xu Zhaohuai agreed very much.

The circle of masters is full of masters, and the circle of famous writers is also full of famous writers. If "Zhongshan" has a writer like Fangyan, it will probably be no worse than the current "October". The difference between the two publications is actually just the difference of "Fangyan".

Even if it's true, you can't say it out loud!
Fangyan waved his hand and said, "It's my credit as well as everyone's. Together, we have vigorously discovered and excavated new writers. Only then will October become more and more famous. With fame and sales, famous writers will naturally be willing to contribute to October."

"But……"

Lin Xianzhi was very distressed. It takes time to discover and explore new writers, and it also takes time for new writers to grow.

"Once these writers become somewhat famous, it will be difficult to arrange for their manuscripts. Who wouldn't want to submit their manuscripts to better publications?"

Xu Zhaohuai said: "Which writer doesn't want to make progress?"

Fang Yan smiled and said, "That's why we have to change!"

"Change?"

Lin Xianzhi and Xu Zhaohuai looked at each other, "How did it change?"

Facing the two people's burning gazes, Fangyan continued to use "October" as an example, saying that one should not always follow other journals and pick up the manuscripts they left over, or blindly ask famous writers to contribute manuscripts.

Instead, it focuses on the direction of literary trends and strives to be at the forefront. "October" has always held high the banner of love literature, and "Yanjing Literature" is the main battlefield of reflective literature and spy war literature.

“We at Huacheng have thought about this before.”

Lin Xianzhi sighed.

Xu Zhaohuai also shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Me too."

Although "Zhongshan" and "Huacheng" have been keeping up with the literary trends and have compiled collections of reflective literature and love literature, they are all eating cold rice and leftovers and can never catch up with the hot meal.

Teacher Fang, please give me a hot meal!

"You two are the ones who are in the know. Hasn't the new literary trend that you two families have been looking for appeared now?"

Fangyan took a sip of water.

"You mean military literature?"

Xu Zhaohuai vaguely figured out the taste.

"To be precise, it is a new wave of military literary creation."

Fangyan smiled knowingly.

Xu Zhaohuai and Lin Xianzhi woke up as if from a dream.

We are so used to eating leftovers that we have forgotten what hot meals and dishes taste like.

The new ideas proposed by Teacher Fang caused a strong response at the symposium and are likely to bring about innovations in the concepts of military literature. Who knows, they may also set off a considerable creative boom.

This hot meal can be enjoyed by Huacheng and Zhongshan!

“We are sitting on such a mountain of gold right now.”

Fangyan said that October does not intend to commission famous writers this time, but to discover new writers, because gold will always shine.

"Listening to Teacher Fang's words is better than reading for ten years."

Xu Zhaohuai pondered for a while and said with emotion.

Lin Xianzhi nodded. In the days to come, as long as Huacheng can discover and excavate excellent works at this symposium, there is no need to worry about not being able to stand at the forefront of the new wave of military literature.

Seeing that they were no longer obsessed with asking him to write for them, Fang Yan did not immediately order them to leave, but instead formed a temporary three-party alliance with Zhongshan and Huacheng.

Agree not to invade each other, especially not to poach each other.

If October takes a fancy to something, you can’t snatch it away!

Similarly, if "Zhongshan" and "Huacheng" have their eyes on something, "October" will not bully the smaller ones and snatch them away halfway!
"October" formed a clique and a small group of literary magazines, and its head was exposed, with a faint tendency to become the leader.

Of course, this is just the beginning. After the Shaanxi Army, the Shanghai Army, the Zhili Clique, the Imperial Guards, and the Hunan Army, General Fang will establish relations with the "Huacheng" of the Guangdong Army Headquarters and the "Zhongshan" of the Soviet Army Headquarters.

A young general who doesn’t want to be a commander-in-chief is not a good young general!

…………

After seeing Xu Zhaohuai and Lin Xianzhi off, Fang Yan looked at his watch and it was already 9: in the evening.

Just as I was about to wash up and go to bed, there was a knock on the door.

When I pushed the door open, I saw Xu Zhaohuai coming back unexpectedly.

A sudden counterattack!
Since Zhongshan is going to get a bite of hot rice from the new wave of military literature, how can we miss this symposium, Mr. Fang, the "father of spy warfare" and the "pioneer of the concept of military literature in the new era"!

I almost got fooled by the big promises made by Teacher Fang!
"Teacher Fang, please consider us if you have new works." Xu Zhaohuai bowed his head and said sincerely, "Please!"

Fangyan was at a loss for words, and neither agreed nor refused.

Just after sending away "Zhongshan", "Huacheng" came back in a short while.

You guys connected really well!

Fangyan opened the door again, quite speechless.

"Teacher Fang, our authors and readers in East Guangdong really like your book The Great Qin Splitting."

"If you are free, welcome to Guangdong."

Lin Xianzhi went a step further and not only asked Fangyan to write an article, but also invited him to participate in the novel reading class that Huacheng would hold in the future.

It is similar to the novel writing class in a workshop, but the training time will not be too long.

"There is a chance."

Fangyan saw the guest off with a smile, thinking that he could finally have some peace and quiet and go to bed.

However, just as I lifted the quilt, there was another knock on the door.

Fangyan gritted his teeth and forced a smile, wanting to see who else could use the Art of War so well and was so fond of playing a counterattack!
Zhang Shouren was standing at the door, delivering a message:
"The conference is planning to organize participants to travel to Gaobeidian in northern Hebei Province to watch local soldiers' target practice in the next two days."

…………

The next day, the sky was clear.

Gong Xing followed his father and practiced horse stance in the park early in the morning.

Then, he performed a set of Taiyi boxing taught by Gong's father. He learned from Taiyi boxing master Gao Shouwu. Since he was weak since childhood, he was led to practice martial arts to strengthen his body. As he practiced, he was able to stand steadily while standing, but now he can reach his head with his feet.

Although the fighting was all routine, it was done in a decent manner.

This punch required at least 10 years of practice.

"That's it for today."

Father Gong was holding a Great Wall camera, and as a veteran in the photo studio, he was taking pictures of his daughter skillfully.

"Dad, can you lend me this camera?"

Gong Xing stopped his movements and let out a light breath.

Father Gong asked curiously, "What are you going to do with the camera?"

"The studio has allowed me to audition at other studios."

Gong Xing smiled and said that his leave application would be approved in the next few days, and he would take this opportunity to go out and have a good trip to relax.

"Is that so? Then you can use it."

Mr. Gong agreed readily.

"Thank you, Dad!"

Gong Xing was very surprised because his father usually protected his precious camera like his own cub.

"But you better be careful not to bump into anything."

Mr. Gong has already heard about his daughter's replacement. No matter how much he treasures his camera, it is not as important as his own precious daughter.

"You can rest assured."

Gong Xing took the camera and started playing with it.

"Where are you going on this business trip?"

There was concern in Mr. Gong's tone.

Gong Xing said that his first stop would be the Southern Hunan Film Studio, where he would stay for a few more days to appreciate the local customs and practices of "Those Mountains, Those People, and Those Dogs" as described in his dialect, and then take the Hunan-Guangxi Railway westward to the Western Guangxi Film Studio.

"Guixi! It's so far, are you going alone?"

Father Gong frowned.

"Don't worry, Dad. The people at the film studio will pick me up."

Gong Xing smiled and comforted him by saying that he had gone to the countryside to work in the production team alone, and now he is back safely.

Father Gong said with some concern: "This, this..."

"Dad, look at the camera and smile."

Gong Xing picked up the camera, pointed the lens at his father, and gently pressed the shutter button.

"Crack, click."

Two days later in Gaobeidian, the soldiers of the 112th Division loaded their guns and fired at targets.

Fangyan stood not far away and watched. This was the ace division of the Wansui Army. It was the first motorized division, the first mechanized division, and the first digital division. It was a real "rich division."

It is said that during a military exercise in Zhurihe, the Blue Army led by Man Guangzhi was defeated and "killed".

Today, General Fang witnessed it with his own eyes.

I'm so envious when I see it, I wish I could shoot a few shots, even if it's just a pistol.

But despite reading and being envious of the writers, he did not neglect his main job and met one writer after another with Zhang Shouren.

I thought I would have to take the initiative to find Li Cunbao, but I didn't expect that he would come to me first.

"Hello, Mr. Fang, I am Li Cunbao from the Quanzhou Military Region!"

(End of this chapter)