Literary Master 1978.

Chapter 454 "Beauty Lying" Wang Xiaopang
Du Feng glanced casually at the customers not far away, then looked at the female comrade with an apologetic smile on his face.

"Sister, I took a look at the thread. It's really our fault. I'm really sorry."

Seeing Du Feng admit the problem so straightforwardly, the female comrade was not as angry as before.

"If you had done this earlier, would I still be able to yell at you?"

Du Feng smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes. You come to buy our products, which means you trust our clothing city.

But our colleague is also acting in accordance with the unit's rules and regulations, so don't blame her.

Your clothes are indeed out of warranty."

Hearing this, the female comrade looked at Du Feng suspiciously again, thinking that Du Feng was just talking to her.

She was about to speak, but Du Feng continued, "I don't think the problem is serious, just a crack. How about this? I'll have our repairman fix it for you for free, and it's guaranteed to be as good as new."

The female comrade became anxious when she heard this. If she just wanted to mend her clothes, why would she come to the clothing store? Couldn't she mend it herself at home?

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, just listen to me first." Du Feng stopped the female comrade from speaking, and then continued: "But we do have some responsibility in this matter. I will give you a cowhide wallet, what do you think?"

The reason why Du Feng gave the female comrade a wallet instead of changing her clothes was, firstly, to comply with the rules and regulations, and secondly, the changed clothes could only be sold at half the price of leftover goods.

If the compensation is a wallet, not only can the clothing store save money, but the lesbians can also get a bargain.

Sure enough, after hearing Du Feng's words, the female comrade's face lit up with joy.

She asked to change her clothes mainly because the salesperson promised that she could change them when she bought them.

I've only worn this piece of clothing for a few days. As long as I fix the torn seams, it will be as good as new.

Now people mend clothes for free and give you a cowhide wallet as a gift, which is like picking up a wallet for free.

She had seen the wallets sold in the clothing store when she was buying clothes that day. The workmanship and materials were very exquisite.

The female comrade's expression softened, hiding a hint of joy, "Okay."

"Okay. Xiao Zhang, give the clothes to the repairman first, and then go and help my sister pick out a wallet." Du Feng immediately instructed the salesperson.

The salesperson stood up and was about to give the clothes away, but the female comrade refused to let go.

Perhaps out of a desire to be grateful, she said, "Forget it, it's just a small line. I can make up for it myself when I get back."

Du Feng insisted, "It's okay. Our maintenance technicians have nothing to do recently, so you should let them do some work."

His tone was playful, which made the female comrade laugh heartily.

"Oh! Thank you so much. It was a good decision to buy clothes in your Asia-Europe Garment City. Just for your service attitude, we will buy clothes from you in the future!" said the female comrade happily.

Du Feng laughed heartily upon hearing this, "Thank you, sister, for your trust in our clothing city! Just for what you said, I will give you another belt. In the future, you must promote our clothing city more!"

"Oh, no need, no need!"

Du Feng chatted and laughed with the female comrade for a while. He looked around and found that no one was paying attention to them.

After the female comrade went to choose a wallet with the salesperson, he continued to walk around the store for a while.

At noon, he went to the cafeteria of Xidan Shopping Mall to eat. Two sales clerks from the mall were sitting next to him and chatting while eating. Du Feng heard them talking about the clothing city in their conversation and couldn't help but listen.

"I went to the second floor this morning and saw their red coat, the one Liu Xiaoqing wore. It was really pretty, but too expensive. A single piece cost almost 40 yuan."

"Of course I would have bought two with that money elsewhere. Although their store is expensive, the products are really good and their attitude is good."

That day, my sister-in-law and I went to join in the fun and bought a pair of pants for my husband, spending almost 30 yuan.

You know my husband, he's short, fat, and I had my trouser legs altered, but when I got them home I found the waist didn't fit.

I thought they said they would alter the clothes for free, so I took it back, and guess what?

They changed it without saying anything, and they didn’t ask for a penny.”

"You, you should bring someone with you next time you buy clothes. Thanks to the clothing store for free alterations, otherwise you would have to spend more money."

"No!"

The two female sales clerks, who were in their forties, chatted there for a long time, and Du Feng listened with great interest. After the two women finished their meal and left, he was still there thinking alone.

"Gold and silver cups are not as good as the reputation of the people!"

The words that Lin Chaoyang said to him flashed through his mind again, and a sense of enlightenment arose in his heart, and he felt suddenly enlightened.

In mid-April, the grass is green and the birds are singing.

With nothing to do on Monday, Lin Chaoyang took his wife and children to the Summer Palace for a visit.

Xiao Dongdong was running happily, and Tao Yumo followed behind him, shouting "slow down" over and over again.

Lin Chaoyang held Yan Yan and Tao Yushu in his arms and strolled along the edge of Kunming Lake. The sun was warm, the spring breeze was blowing on their faces, and they felt an indescribable comfort.

"When will we return to Hong Kong?" Tao Yushu suddenly asked.

The day before yesterday, Lin Chaoyang received a message from Tsui Hark, saying that the film studio was preparing to invest in "A Better Tomorrow" and wanted Lin Chaoyang to meet with director John Woo to have a chat.

"Let's wait a couple of days. Tomorrow October has invited me to attend a symposium. I'll take care of my family affairs the day after tomorrow."

"it is good."

Tao Yushu was very proactive in buying the plane tickets. The Asia-Europe Clothing City had been open for more than half a month, and she had also been idle for more than half a month.

I urgently need to find something to do so that I will have something to do when I return to Hong Kong.

The next morning, Lin Chaoyang came to Yenching Press.

This was the first time that Lin Chaoyang came here after Yenching Publishing House moved from Dongxinglong Street to the Third Ring Road in New Taipei City.

"Chaoyang, welcome!"

The symposium was held in the conference room of Yenching Publishing House and hosted by the editor-in-chief Tian Geng. When he saw Lin Chaoyang, he hurried forward and shook Lin Chaoyang's hand enthusiastically and greeted him.

While Lin Chaoyang was greeting Tian Geng, everyone in the conference room looked at him.

Today is a symposium for young writers. The writers who come are all relatively young, and most of them are from Yenching University.

Many of these people had never seen Lin Chaoyang, but when they heard the name "Chaoyang", combined with Tian Geng's enthusiastic attitude, they knew who the visitor was, and their eyes couldn't help but look at Lin Chaoyang frequently.

After the greetings, Lin Chaoyang took his seat between Li Tuo and Zheng Wanlong.

“Are you two also considered young writers?”

Both of them are over 40 years old, so they can't be considered "young" writers at all.

"I'm an editor, you should ask him how he got in." Zheng Wanlong argued cunningly and pointed the finger at Li Tuo without any loyalty.

Li Tuo said to the chubby young man next to him: "Xiao Tong, let's switch places. I need to stay away from them."

The young man called Xiao Tong stood up at a loss, and switched seats with Li Tuo in a daze. He suddenly sat next to Lin Chaoyang, feeling very nervous.

"Hello, Teacher Lin!" He greeted Lin Chaoyang nervously.

Lin Chaoyang said with a smile: "Why call me Teacher Lin? I don't look much older than you. Just call me Chaoyang."

People asked him to call her that out of courtesy, and of course Xiao Tong wouldn't really call her that.

"Comrade Xiao Tong looks unfamiliar. Is he from Yanjing?"

Xiao Tong said shyly, "I'm from Jiangsu. But I went to Yanshi University for college, and now I'm an editor at Zhongshan."

Lin Chaoyang pretended to be surprised, "Oh? From Yanshi University? Which class?"

"I graduated in 84, three years younger than Senior Sister Tao."

The undergraduate students of the classes of 77 and 78 entered school in the same year and graduated in the same year, with just a difference of half a year. Tao Yushu was from the class of 77, three years behind Xiao Tong who entered school in 80.

Tao Yushu was also a prominent figure when she was at Yanshi University, so it was no surprise that Xiao Tong knew her.

Lin Chaoyang glanced at the nameplate on the table and asked, "Is your 'Su Tong' a pen name or your real name?"

"pen name."

Lin Chaoyang pretended to reminisce, "You look familiar. Have you submitted manuscripts to People's Literature before?"

"Yes, it was Senior Sister Tao who handled it at that time. When the manuscript was not accepted, she even wrote me a letter to encourage me." Su Tong said.

Lin Chaoyang laughed, "No wonder she had an impression of you. Now I remember she showed me your manuscript. It was well written and full of spirit."

Su Tong was somewhat flattered when he heard this, and quickly said a few humble words.

"At that time, she also said that if you practice more, you will definitely be able to write in the future."

"Yes, that's what my senior sister told me in her letter. I didn't expect her to resign so suddenly."

Before resigning and handing over his work, Tao Yushu wrote a letter to the authors he was responsible for to inform them of the situation and ask them to contact the colleagues who took over later.

"It's a special situation." Lin Chaoyang said, and then invited: "If you have nothing to do this afternoon, come to my house and have a meal."

Su Tong was suddenly excited. He didn't expect that he could have a meal at Lin Chaoyang's house.

At this time, Li Tuo came up and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

"Shouldn't you stay away?" Lin Chaoyang teased.

"Well, I am giving the young man a chance, otherwise Xiao Tong would never have the chance to sit with you, his brother-in-law!

Don’t you think so? Xiao Tong.

Su Tong didn't know how to answer for a moment, Lin Chaoyang smiled and said: "Don't pay attention to him, his main job is to eat for free."

As the three were chatting and laughing, a hearty laugh suddenly broke out from the opposite side, attracting the attention of everyone in the conference room.

When everyone looked over, they saw a round-faced fat boy and a short-haired lesbian who looked to be in her twenties sitting there. I don't know what joke the fat boy told, but the lesbian was so amused that she was shaking with laughter.

As soon as he entered the door, Lin Chaoyang noticed the round-faced fat boy. Although he was wearing a military uniform, he still couldn't hide his sultry demeanor, because the nameplate in front of him read "Wang Shuo".

As for the other female comrade who was tickled by his teasing, she was Lu Ying, an officer of the Literature and Art Department of the city’s Propaganda Department.

"October" is a magazine under the Yenching Publishing House, which is in turn under the responsibility of the Yenching Municipal Propaganda Department, so it was not surprising that she appeared at the symposium.

It is normal for everyone to greet and chat before the symposium begins.

However, Wang Shuo and Lu Ying are men and women after all, and they behaved too casually in such an occasion, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The two also realized the problem and stopped joking.

Today's symposium was hosted by October, and most of the participants were young writers. Compared with the meetings organized by the Writers Association, the atmosphere was much more relaxed and cheerful.

In addition to Wang Shuo and Su Tong, two future celebrities, Lin Chaoyang's acquaintances also present included Zhong Acheng and Chen Jiangong. After some greetings, the symposium officially began.

It was called a symposium, but in fact it was more like an exchange of creative experiences, a bit like a brainstorming session. Less than half an hour after the meeting started, the atmosphere was very lively.

Wang Shuo is eloquent and his speeches are eloquent, making him the focus of everyone's attention.

He is one of the least experienced writers present, having been in the industry for less than two years and having published only three novels.

According to him, he is currently writing a novella, which "should be successful." The so-called "should be successful" naturally means that the novel will gain a certain response after it is published.

Many people present sneered at his overconfidence. There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. It is impossible to expect a group of people who do writing work to submit to each other when they get together.

The only person who could convince the majority of people today was probably the silent Lin Chaoyang. They were all young writers, mostly of similar age, but in terms of the richness of his works and his influence, Lin Chaoyang crushed all the writers present.

The objective facts are here, and it is useless even if someone is not convinced.

"…Have you read "God's Mistake" and "The Turn of the Screw"? I want to write a detective novel in the future. I have already thought of the name, it's called "The Single Man". It would be best if it could be adapted into a TV series."

Wang Shuo introduced his writing plan eloquently, but it sounded a bit vague to everyone. He hadn't even finished the novella at hand, so how could he write a detective novel? It was totally unreasonable.

However, when Wang Shuo talked about film and television adaptations of literary works, everyone became interested and the discussion became more heated.

Li Tuo has been doing film reviews in recent years and helping Zhang Nuanxin make movies. He has a lot of say in this area and told everyone a lot of interesting stories about film adaptations.

"Chaoyang, you can tell us about it too. Your works have been adapted many times and are very popular, so you can tell us about it too." After Li Tuo finished speaking, he pointed to Lin Chaoyang.

Lin Chaoyang looked relaxed. "I mainly wrote the script. I didn't participate much in the production of the film. There are too many things I can't talk about..."

Wang Shuo interrupted at this time and said, "Comrade Chaoyang, can you tell us about "The Chess Master"? That year, "Beyond Eight Hours" said that you wrote this novel because you couldn't stand the movies made by Yan Film Studio."

The case between "The Chess Master" and Yanjing Film Studio had been rumored in the Yenching literary circle in the past few years. During this period, Zhang Manling's "short essay" in "Beyond Eight Hours" caused a sensation.

Many people know the general situation of the incident. Wang Shuo certainly did not ask this question to talk about things that everyone already knew, but wanted to know some more specific details.

Everyone couldn't help but show curiosity when listening to his question.

When it comes to "gossip", the literary circle has always been at the forefront.

The influence of the novel "The Chess Master" is extraordinary. It won the Mao Dun Literature Prize only one year after its publication. It became even more popular after being adapted into a movie the year before last.

The most important thing is that the China-Japan Go Tournament was popular all year last year, and as a result, the original novel and the movie of this novel became popular among the whole nation.

In March just past, the second China-Japan Go Challenge Tournament was held again. It was still very popular and attracted the attention of countless Chinese people.

Lin Chaoyang smiled and waved his hands, "It's all in the past. It was just a minor conflict, and we talked about it two years ago. It would be rude to bring it up again in our private meeting."

Seeing him say this, everyone couldn't help but feel disappointed, but they also recognized Lin Chaoyang's upright way of doing things.

“Since everyone has mentioned The Chess Master, let me talk about some of my creative insights and adaptation details at that time.

I think everyone can see when reading the novel that the structure of "The Chess Master" strictly follows the traditional novel writing method of introduction, development, transition and conclusion to deal with characters and plots..."

All the writers attending the symposium today are young writers, and they all have a certain degree of fame, but they all have a common shortcoming.

That is, almost no one has experience in writing novels.

And on this point, Lin Chaoyang is terribly strong.

Since he entered the industry, except for the short and medium-length novels he wrote in the first two years, all he has written are novels.

Looking at the contemporary Chinese literary world, excluding the older generation of writers, no one dares to say that they have more experience in writing novels than Lin Chaoyang.

What's more, "The Chess Master" has been published for nearly five years, and has already proved its charm and level with the love of hundreds of millions of readers.

Nowadays, when people talk about the controversy caused by the publication of the novel, most of them are dismissive.

What is there to dispute about a work that has been refined through thousands of trials and tribulations?
Therefore, when Lin Chaoyang earnestly shared some of his experiences and insights in creating "The Chess Master", everyone present unconsciously quieted down and listened attentively to Lin Chaoyang's voice, for fear of missing any details.

The originally bustling conference room became silent, with only Lin Chaoyang's voice echoing.

Lin Chaoyang's lecture lasted the entire morning and only stopped when it was almost time for lunch. Everyone was still not satisfied with what they heard.

It is true that literary creation is an art, but its creation must also follow the most basic rules, so it is first and foremost a technical job. What Lin Chaoyang shares with everyone are the key and tricks of this technical job.

After listening to it, everyone felt that they had benefited a lot.

However, when it comes to creation, it is useless to just learn it by heart; it also requires practice.

During lunch, people still came to Lin Chaoyang from time to time to seek answers to their questions.

During lunch break, there were finally fewer people around Lin Chaoyang, and Acheng came over.

"Chaoyang, thank you." Ah Cheng suddenly said something without any context.

Lin Chaoyang asked: "Thank you for what?"

"About the script. Director Xie told me about it. He asked you to help revise the script."

After the New Year, Xie Jinqiu came to ask Lin Chaoyang to help revise the script of "Furong Town". The movie has already started shooting in Hunan recently.

Lin Chaoyang said, "Just don't think too much. The filming will start in half a year, and Old Xie is a little anxious."

Ah Cheng said with a relaxed expression: "Am I such an ungrateful person? You are just helping me clean up the mess. Director Xie said that you didn't even ask for the manuscript fee, so I still have to treat you to a meal."

"Forget about treating us, let's go to my house for dinner. Several people are coming over there tonight." Lin Chaoyang said with a smile.

The two chatted for a while, and Lin Chaoyang saw that Su Tong was always chatting with the writers.

He had a baby face, just like the dolls in New Year pictures wearing tiger-head hats, looking like a big boy. When he talked to everyone about compiling manuscripts, no one showed much enthusiasm.

Lin Chaoyang called him over and reminded him, "You are here today as an author, so don't worry about collecting manuscripts. Let's talk about it after the meeting."

Su Tong then realized how arrogant he was and nodded a little embarrassedly.

The symposium continued in the afternoon and someone talked about "The Truman Show".

This novel has caused quite a bit of controversy in China since it was published last year. When it was brought up today, people split into two camps, and no one had reservations because of Lin Chaoyang's presence.

As for everyone's arguments, they were not much different from the previous controversy. Proponents and opponents each held their own views, and after talking for a long time no one could convince anyone else.

Finally, Li Tuo brought up what Lin Chaoyang said last year, "Whether The Truman Show is good or not, we might as well wait a few years to see."

Then he added, "There was quite a bit of controversy when The Chess Master was published. How is it now?"

Those opponents were speechless. Although this statement may seem a bit pretentious, it is also true.

Some people were not convinced and thought, let's wait and see for a few years.

At this time, Tian Geng stepped out to change the subject and asked Lin Chaoyang: "Chaoyang, it has been more than half a year since The Truman Show was published. Have you started writing a new work?"

Lin Chaoyang put down the teacup in his hand and said, "No, it can't be that fast!"

Tian Geng teased, “You are different from others. You cannot be measured by one requirement.”

Lin Chaoyang smiled bitterly, "It's not as exaggerated as you say."

"No matter how exaggerated I am, I can't compare to you. It took me more than half a year to write such a big book, Crossing the Guandong.

Your efficiency is probably higher than that of all the people present combined!"

Tian Geng's words surprised many people present, as many of them were hearing about this for the first time.

I didn't expect that such a epic masterpiece like "Crossing the Guandong" was written in less than a year.

Tian Geng said that the efficiency of all the people present combined was not as high as Lin Chaoyang's, and it was not an exaggeration.

Not to mention more than 600,000 words in half a year, even if the number of words created by this group of people in a year is added together, it would not be 600,000 words!

After hearing this, many people showed surprise and a hint of shame on their faces.

Not only can we not catch up with others in quality, but we can't catch up in quantity either. It's simply an all-round crushing defeat!
The symposium is over, but the activities organized by October are not over yet.

The nature of this event was similar to a literary gathering. The participating young writers all stayed in a guesthouse arranged by Yenching Publishing House, two people in a room. There were still several days of activities to come.

However, Lin Chaoyang only attended the symposium for one day. After the symposium, he left Yenching Publishing House with a few people following him.

"Squeeze in! Squeeze up further!"

Lin Chaoyang drove here today, so the people following him naturally couldn't walk.

Including Lin Chaoyang, there are six people in total, and there is only one four-seater car. What should we do?
Just squeeze in!
Several people squeezed together and finally managed to squeeze into the car. The fat boy Wang Shuo ran over and said that he also wanted to eat for free.

It is better to leave behind a group than to leave behind one person.

Since the other party had already asked, it was difficult for Lin Chaoyang to refuse. However, there was really no room left in the car. There were four strong men crammed in the back seat, and it was as crowded as in the photo.

Seeing this, Wang Shuo calmly bent down and climbed onto the legs of several people.

"Ouch!" Li Tuo uttered a whine as he was pressed down.

"Hiss~Where are you touching, kid?" Zheng Wanlong asked angrily.

Wang Shuo apologized with a smile, "Hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't touch anything, I didn't touch anything!"

He was humble and Zheng Wanlong didn't feel comfortable arguing with him.

But when I think about it carefully, I always feel that there is something wrong with what I said just now.

Chen Jiangong ran the fastest just now. As soon as he got in the car, he grabbed the co-pilot seat. He sat in the front and watched the people in the back huddled together, gloating over their misfortune.

Lin Chaoyang turned his head and glanced at the back row. A Cheng, Su Tong, Zheng Wanlong and Li Tuo were squeezed in a row from left to right, and Wang Shuo was lying on the legs of four people.

Seeing Lin Chaoyang turning around to look at him, he smiled cleverly, "Let's go! Let's go!"

Lin Chaoyang smiled and shook his head, "Everyone, sit down!"

After saying that, he started the car.

As the car was driving on the road, everyone was chatting casually. Since there was no meeting, the topics of conversation were even more casual.

The difference is that other people were chatting while sitting, while Wang Shuo was chatting while lying down.

When it was time to get off the bus, he was the first one to get off, and the people in the back row couldn't help but groan again.

"A good car is comfortable to sit in. It's much better than the 212!"

After getting off the bus, Wang Shuo recalled the feelings of the journey.

The four people in the back seat glared at me. That's a car, okay? You don't know what you're sitting in?
Before entering the courtyard, Li Tuo said, "Chaoyang, let's make some deep-fried mandarin fish tonight. I haven't eaten it for a long time."

"I want to eat mapo tofu!"

"Give me a plate of twice-cooked pork."

A group of people started ordering food at once. Lin Chaoyang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. "You're acting like a big shot just for eating for free. Do you think I'm a restaurant?"

Everyone laughed and no one took his words seriously.

Whether you do it or not, let’s order it first. What if you do it?
This was the first time for Su Tong and Wang Shuo to come. They had heard about the Cultural Salon and Lin Chaoyang's cooking skills, so they didn't dare to say anything when everyone was ordering food.

When Lin Chaoyang went to cook, he took the initiative to help.

After more than two hours of busy work, the food and drinks were finally served. Everyone ate heartily, and finally, after eating and drinking to their heart's content, they burped contentedly and prepared to leave.

The attitude is similar to that of a poor relative who is begging for money, poor but arrogant!

"Chaoyang, let's go!"

The group of people who ate and drank for free, led by Li Tuo, waved to Lin Chaoyang and left Xiaoliubukou Hutong in a cool manner.

Compared to those gluttons who felt at ease eating for free, Wang Shuo and Su Tong still had a conscience. They thanked Lin Chaoyang several times before leaving.

Young people are still simple!

(End of this chapter)