1978: Female educated youth, don’t want an illiterate husband

The wreath under the mountain continues to ferment, and because of its comprehensive release and distribution, the movie "The Horse Wrangler" is being screened in major theaters across the country in advance, which can be said to be a dazzling display of the film.

Cheng Xuemin has been busy in seclusion for three days and finally came out.

Although he turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside during the seclusion period, with the help of his good wife Feng Jiayou and the feedback from his sister-in-law and mother-in-law, Cheng Xuemin also knew that the trump card of "The Garland under the Mountain" was a hit, just like in his previous life.

In this regard, Cheng Xuemin must guard against arrogance and impatience and must forge ahead, because what he carries on his shoulders is not the wreath of flowers at the foot of the mountain or the burden of breaking the national sales record again, but a military order for 10 million US dollars in foreign exchange.

Therefore, the next main battlefield will be at Yan Film Studio, not on the campus of Yan University, nor in magazines such as People's Literature, Yenching Literature, and October.

Moreover, for Cheng Xuemin, no matter whether it is the wreath under the mountain or the movie "The Horseman", no matter how successful they are in breaking records, they are merely domestic demand and will not bring Cheng Xuemin a single cent of US dollar foreign exchange.

Anyway, now every channel is trying to earn foreign exchange, everyone is shouting the banner of earning foreign exchange, and everyone is getting into the money hole of US dollar foreign exchange.

Therefore, Cheng Xuemin had to fight, had to return to his main battlefield, and fight in order to obtain that military order.

"Teacher Cheng, you are finally back!" He Chengwei, who had been waiting for three days at Yanying Studio, was eagerly looking forward to seeing Cheng Xuemin finally come back.

Seeing Cheng Xuemin's car entering the Yanying Studio, he hurried downstairs and ran over, personally opened the car door for Cheng Xuemin and greeted him.

"I forgot it! Teacher He, look at how I totally forgot it!"

Cheng Xuemin also saw He Chengwei from the story club, so he clapped his hands and said he had forgotten.

"Ah? Teacher Cheng, don't tell me you forgot to write the second half of "The Real Man and the Young Wife" for me, right?"

He Chengwei, who was full of expectations, felt very disappointed when he saw Cheng Xuemin slapping his thigh and saying that he had forgotten. He asked in a very miserable tone.

If he forgets to write the second half for him, then wouldn't he have waited for three days in vain at Yanying Studio?

Including the previous three or four days, he stayed in Yanjing for about a week.

Ok!

It doesn't matter how long he is delayed, but He Chengwei called the editor-in-chief with a solemn promise on the phone, saying that he had successfully arranged with Professor Cheng Xuemin for the manuscript, and it would be delivered in just two days.

If there is enough time, you can take the manuscript back and publish it in this issue of Story Club before it is finalized and published.

So, Mr. Cheng, please don’t tell them that I was so busy writing that script that I forgot to write the martial arts novel “A Real Man” that I promised to write for their storytelling club.

"No, no, that's not the case. Teacher He, please don't be like that!" Cheng Xuemin waved his hands again and again, and then said, "I forgot that you were still waiting here, Teacher He. In fact, I had already written the second half of the first part of "A Real Man" the night before I started!"

"I forgot about you, Mr. He. I should have sent the manuscript to you earlier. Sorry to have kept you waiting!"

Cheng Xuemin repeatedly said that he had forgotten about this. At that time, he seemed to still remember that he had told He Chengwei in front of him that if he waited for one night, he would be able to finish writing the rest of the manuscript.

The manuscript was indeed written, but I just forgot to send it to others.

"Ah?! It's finished! That's okay, that's okay. Teacher Cheng, you scared me. I thought you forgot the manuscript!" He Chengwei was relieved and said happily.

"No, no, no, how could I forget the manuscript I promised Teacher He!" Cheng Xuemin waved his hands again and again, indicating that He Chengwei should go to the office upstairs to talk. The manuscript was in his briefcase and he was too lazy to look for it.

He Chengwei also nodded and hurried to follow, his eyes fixed on Cheng Xuemin's briefcase. Then he remembered something and exclaimed, "Teacher Cheng, I have read the article "The Wreath under the Mountain" that you just published in the PLA Literature and Art!"

"Really?! Teacher He, what do you think of the writing?" Cheng Xuemin knew that his "The Wreath under the Mountain" was indeed a hit, and the next day many authoritative newspapers published comments from famous writers, all praising how well it was written.

Today was the day when Cheng Xuemin was leaving the country, and he took a look at the People's Daily which his mother-in-law had bought a long time ago. There were several articles commenting on The Wreath under the Mountain.

The most influential among them is still Teacher Ding Ling. Just like she had previously supported Cheng Xuemin's "The Shepherd", she was the first to write a reading note about "The Wreath under the Mountain", praising Cheng Xuemin, the rising star, to the sky.

However, these are all comments reported by print media. Apart from his family members, Cheng Xuemin has never seen anyone comment on his "The Garland under the Mountain" in person.

It just so happened that this time he came out of quarantine and returned to Yanying Studio. Cheng Xuemin was thinking that he should accept the endless flattery from everyone in the studio, right?

So, let’s start with He Chengwei from the Story Club? !

as predicted!

As soon as Cheng Xuemin finished speaking, He Chengwei said excitedly: "It's so well written! Teacher Cheng, your "The Wreath under the Mountain" is really well written!"

"Ha! How about that?" Cheng Xuemin asked with a sidelong glance, "Don't keep saying it's so good, at least give it some gorgeous description."

"Uh... it's very well written. It really opened my eyes. I was amazed that a novel about military wars could be written from such an angle!"

"Teacher Cheng, you really did a great job portraying Zhao Mengsheng. And other characters like the company commander, the platoon leader, Little BJ, Commander Lei, etc., were all written with flesh and blood and richness..."

Ok!

Cheng Xuemin did not make things difficult for a small editor of popular fiction. For him to praise the book to this extent meant that he really read it and his review was also quite good.

So we certainly don't expect him to be like Teacher Ding Ling, Liu Xinwu, Li Qingquan and others, and have their names directly praised in major newspapers and magazines.

"Xuemin, you're here!"

He Chengwei hadn't finished yet when he went upstairs and ran into Liang Xiaosheng from the Literature Department. The topic had to be "The Garland under the Mountain".

So some people asked, how come everyone knows that "The Wreath under the Mountain" was written by Cheng Xuemin? Given his personality of changing his pseudonym after each work, how can we know at a glance that this work, which was first published in the PLA Literature and Art, was written by him?

Well, it’s actually quite simple!
The wreaths under the mountains was a theme specially chosen by the General Political Department. Even if Cheng Xuemin was extravagant, he knew his limits.

Therefore, the article "The Wreath under the Mountain" published in PLA Literature and Art was published for the first time under his original name Cheng Xuemin. He did not dare to use a pretentious pen name such as Lao Zhao, Zhao Mengsheng or other messy pen names.

"Teacher Liang, I'll read the script of Director Qiao later. I have to meet with the old director first!"

Cheng Xuemin knew that Liang Xiaosheng was more anxious than He Chengwei, but he asked him not to be anxious for the time being. Everything had to be prioritized. It had been more than a week since the incident in Hong Kong. If they didn't give any feedback, people might really forget about it.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to put the military order first, and everything else must be put aside.

"I know, I know. Xuemin, you go take care of your business first. There's no rush for me!" Liang Xiaosheng's face turned pale when he heard that, and he waved his hands repeatedly, saying that he didn't care.

But in fact, he cares more than anyone else, because September is about to pass and October is coming soon.

If he doesn't submit this script for review, there will be no chance of getting the project started this quarter.

If it can’t be released this quarter, it means it will not be possible before the New Year, and it will have to be postponed until after the New Year!
So how could Liang Xiaosheng not be anxious? Who knows what changes will happen after the New Year? In this day and age, policies change every month, and the wind direction changes too quickly.

Don't let the first script he has been fully responsible for fail because it misses the review this quarter. He will be so sad.

"Teacher He, this is the second half of the first article. Please review the manuscript first. If there is any need to revise it, please tell me so that I can revise it immediately!"

Then Cheng Xuemin took out the manuscript of "A Real Man" which he had written long ago from his bag, handed it to He Chengwei, and said.

"No, no, Mr. Cheng, you are so busy, how can I ask you to revise the manuscript! Even if there are some typos, I will certainly help you correct them!"

It better be this way!

Cheng Xuemin nodded and thought to himself, I was just being polite, how dare you ask me to change it?
Since Cheng Xuemin made his debut in "The Shepherd", has he contributed less to Yenching Literature, October, Yanhe Literature, Harvest, and even People's Literature?

Let’s see which company asked Cheng Xuemin to revise the manuscript?

Only Cheng Xuemin is easy to talk to. Otherwise, let alone correcting typos, would you change a single word in your story without permission?

Ok!

He is bragging too much. Have you forgotten how the PLA Literature and Art Department asked him to revise his manuscript repeatedly?
Therefore, they just bully the weak and fear the strong. The storytelling club is just a popular story magazine. Although the stories are okay, the handwriting is written in a hurry and is like a scribble.

Fortunately, Cheng Xuemin had practiced before, so no matter how scribbles his characters were, his handwriting was still clear and neat. It was just that in order to speed up, his connected strokes were too exaggerated.

"Old factory manager, are you busy?"

Cheng Xuemin knocked on the door of the old factory director Wang Yang's office. Seeing that he was still busy writing something, he went straight in to say hello.

"Ha! You finally came out! I thought you would be gone for a while!"

The old factory director looked up and saw that it was Cheng Xuemin. He was so delighted that he quickly put down the pen in his hand and stood up to greet him.

"I didn't dare to delay, so I stayed at home and worked hard. Fortunately, I succeeded in making this bait!" Cheng Xuemin patted the briefcase in his hand and said with a smile.

"Okay, okay! Thank you for all the hard work!"

The old factory manager was overjoyed when he heard this, and he said yes again and again. He quickly made tea for Cheng Xuemin and said, "It's pretty good here too. Jianzhong has already confirmed a few roles, all of whom are college students from the Beijing Film Academy next door!"

"Also, a few actors from the Shichahai Sports School came over yesterday. They were obviously a little disappointed that you were not here. But Jianzhong also tried them out and said that you, Xuemin, have a unique vision. Those actors performed very beautifully!"

"Really?! Li Lianjie from the sports school has come here for an audition?" Cheng Xuemin took the tea bowl handed over by the old factory director, poured it out with a thank you, put it aside, and took out the script of "The Thousand Faces of Dunjia" from his briefcase, saying, "Where are the actors from other places? Old factory director, this is the bait script, can you help me take a look at it?"

"It may not be so fast for people from other places. The nearest Shandong Wushu Team may still have to wait a day or two even if they receive the notice and set off on the same day!" said the old factory director Wang Yang as he took the manuscript handed over by Cheng Xuemin and nodded.

"That's true!"

Cheng Xuemin also nodded, knowing that it had only been a few days and it would take the actors from other places ten days or half a month to make it.

Especially since there is someone far away in the YN Province Sports and Wushu Team, we have to wait even longer.

Maybe the old factory manager Wang Yang was also wondering, how did Cheng Xuemin know that person when he was so far away in the south of Yunnan?

Why must he come all the way to Beijing to play this role?

Fortunately, the old factory manager and his colleagues did not ask. Even if they had asked, Cheng Xuemin would have a hundred excuses to cover it up.

"scare!"

The old factory manager took the script handed over by Cheng Xuemin with anticipation, and was also prepared to read it with a critical mind.

But when he took the manuscript and flipped through it, he was instantly frightened by an extremely strange jar and almost dropped the manuscript in his hand to the ground.

In response, Cheng Xuemin simply touched his nose, knowing that this was the right reaction.

"No, Xuemin, you, you, you...is this your bait script? Isn't it...a bit too outrageous?"

The old factory director, who was frightened, calmed down his heart, then flipped through several pages and found that there were either strange jars, strange water flowing from the forehead, or candles in the paintings that could be ignited at a touch. This, this, this... it was all feudal superstition!

Not to mention a few years ago, even if it happened now, if it were investigated, the person would definitely be executed a dozen times.

This kid is out of his mind. He actually dared to write these things and even drew them vividly.

How brave does it take to do this?
"Boss, the scale is indeed a bit large, so I don't plan to shoot it in the country!"

"And they said it was bait, so it must be something that we can't pass the inspection, but Hong Kong people are very greedy for!"

"So, old factory manager, just tell me whether this script is novel or not, and whether the fish in Hong Kong will be caught!"

Cheng Xuemin shrugged. This was originally a script written for Hong Kong. He never expected that Yanying Studio would approve the script for him to start the project.

"That being said, it's indeed a bit too shocking..." The old factory director's expression remained solemn. He was really worried that this bait would allow someone with ulterior motives to hold this kid accountable.

The old factory manager doesn't want such an outstanding young person to repeat the hardships of his generation and be forced to be used as an example.

"You did everything to earn 10 million US dollars in foreign exchange. Old factory manager, you and I know it, that's all!"

Cheng Xuemin didn't care. It was nothing serious, so he just thought of it as something he wrote for fun. It wasn't going to be published in any domestic newspapers or magazines, so he could just treat it as something for his own amusement.

"That's more than that. I have to submit it first and let my old leader check it. With his approval, we can fax it to Hong Kong as soon as possible!"

The old factory manager laughed bitterly.

"That's true!"

Cheng Xuemin also nodded. Speed ​​is of the essence. This time the bait must be faxed over through special channels. The sooner the better.

Otherwise, if we send it by post, it will take at least a month for Hong Kong to receive the manuscript from Yanjing!
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