1977: The beginning of the blind date with the daughter of the king

Chapter 538 The standard-bearer of Beijing-style literature!

After delivering the things to their home, Li Changhe and Zhu Lin delivered them to his father-in-law's family upstairs.

Like his parents, Li Changhe hadn't seen Zhu's father and mother for some time.

Every time he came back, he would just eat a meal in a hurry and then leave.

Similarly, Liu Shuwan also enthusiastically invited Zhu Lin to stay for dinner, but was rejected, which caused Liu Shuwan to complain.

In the end, it was the father-in-law who came to the rescue and told them to get busy with other things.

After going downstairs, Li Changhe and Zhu Lin returned to the car, and then Li Changhe sighed helplessly.

"Why are you sighing?"

After closing the car door, Zhu Lin asked Li Changhe curiously.

"You can't have both family and country. I now deeply understand this."

Li Changhe shook his head helplessly.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Lin fell silent.

"Do you have to be like this from now on?"

After a moment, Zhu Lin asked softly.

Although she could understand his work and knew that it was a contribution to the country, she was still a little confused when it came to her turn.

Will it be like now, where we only see each other once every few months and then leave in a hurry after seeing each other?

"No, in fact, I will only be busy for a while this year. After this year, there will be less and less follow-up work."

"Then I'll have more time to come back."

At this time, Li Changhe took his wife's hand and said softly.

The main reason is that many major trends have come together this year, from the silver storm at the end of 79, to the soaring gold prices, then the Wharf Warehouse battle, the acquisition of Hutchison Whampoa, and then to the second oil crisis.

It can be said that all these events were compressed into one year in 80, which gave Li Changhe the opportunity to operate continuously and also allowed him to complete the initial capital accumulation.

But in the next few years, Li Changhe will not continue to expand at such a large scale.

Firstly, his memory of the world is not so accurate, and it is impossible for him to remember every major world event.

Furthermore, the hidden danger of crazy expansion is the shortage of personnel. Many of Li Changhe’s companies are currently basically maintained by a few professional managers.

This is actually not appropriate.

Therefore, in the next few years, all his energy will definitely be focused on digesting the resources for expansion.

In terms of time, he will have a lot more free time and naturally more time to spend with his family.

"Ok!"

Hearing Li Changhe's words, Zhu Lin showed a smile on her face and nodded softly.

Regardless of whether Li Changhe lied to her or not, at least she was satisfied with his attitude.

"Let's go. I'll take you back first, and then I'll go to People's Literature."

Afterwards, Li Changhe sent Zhu Lin home and drove directly to People's Literature.

"Oh, a long river?"

In the office, Liu Jianqing was watering the flowers. When he saw Li Changhe, he was so surprised that he forgot to turn off the water.

"Editor Liu, you watered too much."

Li Changhe couldn't help but remind him at this time.

"Hey!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Jianqing quickly straightened the ladle and put it back into the basin beside him.

"Hurry up and sit down. How long has it been since you showed up?"

Liu Jianqing asked hurriedly.

"Isn't this back?"

"You came to our literature club as soon as you got back, Editor-in-Chief Liu. I plan to treat you and Editor-in-Chief Zhang to dinner tonight. It would be even better if you could ask Minister Chen and the others."

In the cultural circle, Li Changhe knows a lot of people, but not a lot either.

"Wait a minute, I'll call Lao Zhang first. He's basically not at the literature club now. He's usually at the writers' association."

Soon, Liu Jianqing hung up the phone.

"Lao Zhang said that he will make appointments with the other people for you. As for where to eat, we'll decide tonight."

"Please sit in the office for a while. We can chat for a while."

"Come to think of it, I have to hurry you up. Where's the long story you agreed on?"

"You haven't published any manuscripts in half a year, and many readers have written to ask about it!"

After Liu Jianqing sat down, as expected, he began to urge Li Changhe to submit his manuscript.

"I'm still writing. I've written about 100,000 words now. But I definitely won't be able to finish it in the short term. I'll probably finish it by the end of next year."

Li Changhe estimated the time and gave a guaranteed time.

In fact, he writes quite fast, but he doesn't have much time to write. Most of the time he writes when he is home and has free time.

"Well, forget it, but now that you're back, are you going to go out to work after the New Year?"

Liu Jianqing sighed at this time, and then continued to ask.

"That's about right. What's the matter with you sighing?"

Li Changhe asked with a smile.

"What else can I do? There are no manuscripts. The quality of the manuscripts I received has declined drastically in the past six months."

"Old Zhang can't take care of the literature club right now. He, as the editor-in-chief, has become a figurehead. I guess we'll have to arrange for someone to take over in the future."

"It's a pity that you can't come to our literature club. Otherwise, with your qualifications and your status as a college student, I think Lao Zhang would definitely train you as a candidate for editor-in-chief."

"This is actually a good opportunity for you."

"Changhe, do you want to reconsider this? Our literature club is also a legitimate state cadre organization."

At this time, Liu Jianqing tried to persuade Li Changhe again.

Li Changhe shook his head: "Forget it, I can't come."

In fact, he felt a little regretful, because what Liu Jianqing said was indeed a bright road.

Today's People's Literature is a national literary magazine, and the level of its editor-in-chief is actually equivalent to that of a department or bureau level.

With Li Changhe's achievements in the literary world and his status as a college student, he can quickly solve the level problem without attracting too much attention.

Then, after the level is resolved, you can leave the literary magazine or the Writers Association and move to a government agency to directly take up a corresponding cadre position. This is a good and correct route.

Pity!
At this moment, not only Li Changhe felt sorry, but Liu Jianqing also felt sorry.

But in the end, he still wanted to persuade her again.

"Changhe, if you think about it carefully, I can give you another piece of news."

"You know that although our Writers Association has restored its temporary organization, it has not actually fully restored its functions. Do you know the reason?"

"Huh? Why?"

Li Changhe really didn't know this. Liu Jianqing smiled and lowered his voice and said, "Let me tell you, there is an idea from above, which is to upgrade the Writers Association from its original level to a Class B unit."

"In this case, wouldn't it be on the same level as the Federation of Literary and Art Circles?"

Li Changhe was somewhat surprised when he heard the news revealed by Liu Jianqing.

You have to know that the Writers Association is a subordinate unit of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and is under the jurisdiction of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles along with the Chinese Musicians Association, ... Film Association, etc.

But now, if the Writers Association is upgraded to the next level and becomes equal to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, what about the management rights?
Will the Writers Association no longer be under the jurisdiction of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles in the future?

"It is equal. As for the jurisdiction, it is hard to say. Anyway, the higher-ups are discussing it and want to come up with a suitable model."

"But this is not what I want you to care about. I want to tell you that the Writers Association will soon become a Class B unit."

Liu Jianqing thought Li Changhe didn't understand, and said something to him in a disappointed tone.

Li Changhe saw this and said with a smile: "Editor-in-Chief Liu, I know what you mean."

The upgrade of the Writers Association to Class B means that if Li Changhe started as a writer, it can be said to be a fast road to success, at least in terms of level improvement.

"Editor-in-Chief Liu, I do have a special situation here, so I can't come!"

Li Changhe was very grateful for the other party's advice, but unfortunately, he really couldn't come.

"You are fine."

Liu Jianqing was also helpless. He felt that no matter whether Li Changhe wanted to be a professional writer or really wanted to be a regular writer, joining the Writers Association was an extremely good career path for him.

Unfortunately, it seems that the other party really can’t come, what a pity.

At this time, Li Changhe began to think.

He was thinking about the Writers Association's intention to upgrade.

This is actually a very obvious signal, which is to dismantle the rights or authority of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Thinking about how various associations in later generations gradually became empty shells, Li Changhe understood that this was the result of the higher-ups taking back power.

Because before that, the cultural B side had very close ties with the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and could basically be said to be one and the same. However, people in the cultural circle and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles were often people from multiple factions rather than just their own people.

Upgrading the Writers Association may be a means of dispersing the influence of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

"Come on, I don't care about your work anymore, but during this time, can't you write me a few short stories?"

"I know you don't need this little bit of money now, so just consider it as a favor to me and prepare a few Dinghaishenzhen for next year, how about that?"

"I know your writing speed. It will be no problem for you to publish a few short stories in these few days."

Although Liu Jianqing had no concept of tentacle monsters at that time, he knew that Li Changhe wrote very quickly, especially when it came to novels, and it was really easy for him.

There is still about a week left before the Spring Festival, and plus the time after the Spring Festival, Li Changhe can use this time to write a few short stories.

In this way, he can publish an article every now and then next year, at least to ensure the quality of the magazine next year.

"Well, okay, but Editor Liu, my time is really limited, so you can't ask for too much."

It was indeed difficult for Li Changhe to refuse Liu Jianqing. It could be said that his life in this world was first and foremost stabilized by Liu Jianqing.

If he had not had the courage to accept the manuscript and push it to Zhang Guangnian, Li Changhe would not have been able to solve his livelihood problem at that time, let alone have enough money to cheat his wife for food.

So Li Changhe could ignore requests from other magazines to write articles, but he definitely couldn't refuse if Liu Jianqing asked.

"Well, at least give me three articles. If I can have more, that would be even better."

"I will send you an article every two or three months, which will last at least half a year."

"As long as you have new works, the number of submissions to our magazine will increase."

"You are now the standard-bearer of our Beijing School of Literature."

When Liu Jianqing heard that Li Changhe agreed, he immediately smiled and started praising Li Changhe.

When Li Changhe heard this, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"Editor-in-Chief Liu, you're going too far."

The standard-bearer of Beijing School literature?
This is too high a praise!
Liu Jianqing shook his head: "Do you think so? Not at all."

"Let me tell you, it's like this everywhere now. The Harvest in Shanghai, the Yanhe in Shaanxi, and the Contemporary and October in Beijing are all introducing new talents to compete with you."

"Let's not talk about anything else. In Shaanxi Province, first there was Mo Shen, then there was Jia Qingao, and there was also Chen Zhongshi. They are all quite capable."

"Although your previous works were very good, you haven't produced any works recently, which has a great impact."

"As a writer, you have to let your works speak for you."

"You also know that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. There is no such thing as unconditional acceptance among scholars. If you really don't write at all in the future, then..."

Liu Jianqing didn't continue, but Li Changhe understood that it was nothing more than stepping on the powerful and praising the weak, and being used as a stepping stone.

"Okay, now that you've said that, I'll definitely write a few good ones for you. It just so happens that I have some ideas."

Putting aside other things, Li Changhe felt that the issue of hepatitis B was something that needed to be portrayed in a work.

He remembered that Yu Hua seemed to have a piece called "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood". He only vaguely knew the title but had never read it.

But this did not stop him from getting inspiration.

Selling blood, hepatitis B, sharing needles, etc. are enough to support the content of a short story.

Perhaps we can also use literary works to give the general public some reminders.

"Okay, now that you have an idea, it's easy to talk about it."

When Liu Jianqing heard Li Changhe say that he had an idea, he knew that this time he had a sure thing.

At this moment, the phone on the table rang.

Liu Jianqing went over to pick up the phone, answered a few times, then smiled and said to Li Changhe: "Okay, let's go, Lao Zhang called and he called everyone."

The two men went downstairs, and Liu Jianqing was about to push his bicycle when he was stopped by Li Changhe.

"Editor Liu, we're not riding bikes today. I'm driving."

Seeing the van nearby, Liu Jianqing looked at it curiously.

"Is this the van at the Beijing Film Studio?"

It is no secret in the cultural circle that Beijing Film Studio has a van. After all, the cultural circle in Beijing is only so small.

It's a genuine car imported from Japan. I heard that it was placed here by a Hong Kong film crew. Of course, people with more access to information know that it was Li Changhe who made the connection, and the company over there gave him full agency.

Coincidentally, Liu Jianqing was one of the people who knew the inside story.

He knew that Li Changhe had arranged a huge project worth $200 million, and a mere crew and a van were really nothing.

However, I had only heard of this car before and had never seen it.

This is the first time I see you today.

"Yes, that one. I'll pick you up today and we can go to any store you want."

Li Changhe said with a smile, then opened the car door.

"Okay, I'll take a ride in this van today and feel it for myself."

"Let's go, let's go directly to the Writers Association."

Liu Jianqing sat in the passenger seat and said with a smile.

Li Changhe then followed him all the way to the Writers Association, and then met Zhang Guangnian again.

(End of this chapter)