1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 226 Meeting and Conscription
The next day in Dongcheng District.

General Political Department Building.

There are two checkpoints in front of the gate, connected by three red and white railings.

Eight guards in military green uniforms stood on both sides, standing straight in military posture, their eyes sparkling, scanning back and forth among the people coming and going. Their stern faces looked particularly resolute in the thin morning sunlight.

The guards held tightly in their hands the Type 56 submachine guns with black muzzles that shone coldly in the sun.

He even has this year's latest Type 80 submachine gun equipped on his right waist. This pistol was modeled after the German Mauser M1932 submachine gun and can fire all bullets in just a few seconds.

If any criminals dare to break in, the cold muzzle of the gun will shoot out hot bullets and kill them.

Behind him are three grenades, a flare, a unit of bullets and other equipment.

Even a platoon of soldiers would not be able to survive under the crossfire of these eight people.

Because this is the General Political Department, the political work organ of the Military Commission, it is responsible for managing the party work of the entire army and organizing political work.

The General Political Department has departments such as organization, cadres, culture, propaganda, security, and discipline inspection, and is one of the four headquarters of the People's Liberation Army.

It has a very high status and is very important.

It can never be overemphasized.

……

"Chaos~"

"Mutton bun..."

In the distance, there is a busy street shop with white steam rising up. Various kinds of food are available and people who get up early are eating breakfast.

At a distant street intersection, a black sedan with a Shanghai license plate and a General Political Department license plate drove up and slowly arrived at the gate of the General Political Department.

When the leading guard saw the license plate number, he was startled and immediately raised his hand to salute: "Hello, Chief!"

"Hello, comrades."

The car window slid down, and an old lady with gray hair, glasses, and a sharp and cold temperament appeared in front of him and replied in a faint tone.

"Let go!"

The three railings opened one by one, and the car slowly drove into the General Political Department.

In the pedestrian passage at the entrance, comrades coming to attend the meeting were coming and going in an endless stream.

Among them was the great writer Wang Meng, who held a position in the BJ City Writers Association. Beside him stood several leaders of the China Writers Association, the City Writers Association and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

"Who is that?"

Wang Meng stood on tiptoe and looked at the car going away, and asked the middle-aged man beside him curiously.

"Vice Minister Jiang of the General Political Department approved this military gathering."

The leader of the China Writers Association explained.

The issue of military field trips was mentioned at a conference of literary and art workers a few years ago.

The General Political Department held a meeting these days and decided to approve this military field trip, so it sent notices to all major literary and artistic units, inviting them to attend the meeting.

They are here to attend this meeting as well.

"I see."

Wang Meng understood and asked, "There are rumors that not only military writers will go to the front line, but also writers from outside the army. Is this true?"

"We should know after the meeting, but I think it should be voluntary."

The leader shook his head.

"If it's volunteering, there probably won't be many people going. After all, there's a real war going on on the front line in southern Xinjiang."

Wang Meng laughed, this was related to his life and property.

However, when talking about the military, he thought of someone. Isn't that guy from the army?

Will he go?

Having said that, he was quite looking forward to what kind of military works Cheng Kaiyan could write.

It's just an expectation. After all, there is a big gap between military works and other works. Being good at writing other works does not mean that you can master the military theme.

And being able to write doesn’t mean you can write well.

Thinking of this, Wang Meng followed his leader into the General Political Department compound and said, "Let's see what this military tour is like."

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the other side.

The car drove into the General Political Department Building and stopped on the side.

The entire parking area was empty, with only a few cars here and there.

In this era, there are clear regulations on the allocation of cars to work units, but still only the top leaders of the unit are qualified and dare to be allocated cars.

"Get out of the car. You will be in charge of the meeting. Let me see the charter you wrote."

inside the carriage.

The old lady held a soft black cloth in her hand and carefully wiped the lenses of her glasses. She spoke to her little daughter beside her with a calm expression.

Organizing writers to go to the front line to collect materials can be big or small.

The scale of the organization was already quite large last year, and it will continue to expand this year to organize writers across the country to go to the front line to collect materials.

Even if there are two or three people in one place, that would be hundreds of people.

In this case, even Jiang Yunxia, ​​as the deputy minister, has to be on high alert.

But she was willing to give her younger daughter a chance.

"I know, mom. I won't let you down, and I will never lose to Jiang Ting."

Ning Qiuyue's eyes were full of confidence. She tightened the briefcase in her arms, and her round and firm breasts were squeezed out from the gaps between the buttons of her shirt.

The briefcase is filled with documents.

Ever since she got the consent from her mother Jiang Yunxia two days ago, she immediately realized that this was an opportunity.

In motherhood, recognition at work, and even the chance to move up a notch from international airlines.

Although Ning Qiuyue is a middle-level leader in the International Aviation Corporation, she has no real power. She is even so idle that no one knows she has been absent from work for several months. She doesn't even have many subordinates.

What's more, during this period, Jiang Ting published two papers in succession, and for a while, she and her adopted nephew Cheng Kaiyan became rising stars in the academic world.

How could Ning Qiuyue, who had always been proud of her noble status, the center of attention of people around her since she was a child, and who believed that her abilities were no less than Jiang Ting, tolerate this?

So after getting the old lady's approval, Ning Qiuyue devoted herself to the plan that night.

She worked for two days and two nights before she planned a detailed plan for the military field trip. She even asked her sister-in-law Tang Minghua, who worked in the Ministry of Culture, to help her fill in the gaps.

"It's good that you have confidence. If you hadn't given up on yourself and been held back by Wang Ziru, your current achievements would definitely be far beyond A Ting."

Jiang Yunxia said earnestly.

"I understand. This time I will let Jiang Ting's nephew help me and perfectly complete this writer's front-line field research mission."

Ning Qiuyue chuckled. She couldn't wait to see Jiang Ting's expression when she heard the news. It would definitely be very interesting.

In fact, she didn't expect that Jiang Ting, who was so cold to everyone, would actually bow to her and accept her threats because of her adopted nephew.

"When you stop treating A Ting as your rival, you will be successful."

The old lady didn't look at her, she pushed the door and got out of the car. She left without even turning her head, saying a word.

Ning Qiuyue's face darkened and she followed silently.

Taking advantage of the free time before the meeting, Ning Qiuyue went to the old lady's office and read through the draft plan again, trying to make sure it was foolproof.

The morning meeting was held in the large conference room on the fourth floor of the General Political Department.

Leaders from many departments of the General Political Department were invited to attend the meeting. In addition, leaders from the China Writers Association, BJ City Writers Association, and the Armed Forces Department also attended the meeting.

After all, it involves front-line troops, the Writers Association and a large number of literary and art workers, and the General Political Department cannot help but pay attention to it.

Early in the morning.

The entire General Political Department was like a powered mechanical object, with each component starting to turn.

Leaders of various departments prepared their speeches and were ready to speak on stage at any time.

The staff took their study notebooks and prepared to take notes of the meeting.

The meeting started as scheduled at ten o'clock in the morning.

Ning Qiuyue followed Jiang Yunxia and walked towards the meeting room.

In the corridor not far from the end of the stairs.

More than a dozen figures were leaning on the railings, looking at the city in the distance, or chatting together.

One of them was an old man with gray hair, a slightly plump figure, and looked to be in his sixties. He caught the attention of the two.

Liu Baiyu.

He began writing since 1936, and has written works such as "Storm in the Pacific", essays "Three Days on the Yangtze River" and "Sunrise". Among them, his film script "The Victory of the Chinese People" won the first prize of the Stalin Literature and Art Award in 1950.

In the future, his long military novel "The Second Sun" won the Mao Dun Literature Award in 1991. He is known as a representative figure of modern literature and is also an authentic military writer.

It was he who proposed leading the military field trip last year.

This year, when we restart our field research, this person is of course indispensable.

"Comrade Lao Liu." Jiang Yunxia called out.

"Sister Jiang."

Liu Baiyu smiled on his wrinkled face, and his eyes fell on Ning Qiuyue behind him, "Who is this?"

"My little girl Qiuyue."

Jiang Yunxia introduced herself with a rare smile.

"Hello, Uncle Liu. I will be the host of this field trip and meeting. I hope you will take good care of me."

Ning Qiuyue greeted politely and gave a reminder.

"Qiuyue, I'll just call you Qiuyue."

Liu Baiyu looked at Ning Qiuyue, who smiled and nodded. He continued, "Do your best. If you have any questions, come to Uncle Liu at any time."

"Got it, Uncle Liu."

The three of them exchanged greetings for a moment, and then Liu Baiyu introduced several comrades from the Writers Association around him.

"This is Comrade Wang Meng."

"I've heard of you for a long time. Mr. Wang is a famous writer!"

Ning Qiuyue was very well-dressed, and she smiled in her heart when she heard the name.

She had investigated Cheng Kaiyan before, and found that this great writer had a good relationship with Cheng Kaiyan.

"Comrade Xiao Ning is joking."

Wang Meng smiled.

After saying goodbye to Wang Meng, Ning Qiuyue exchanged a few words with several military writers.

After all, the main force of military field trips is still military writers. As the person in charge of this field trip, she naturally knows who to unite with.

The meeting was about to begin, and everyone walked into the office one by one.

People came into the corridor one after another, and the staff followed the leading cadres into the conference room and took their seats.

I saw a red banner hung on the wall at the front of the conference room, with black words on a red background:

The splendor of battlefield and the rhyme of flames!
A preparatory meeting was held on sending a large number of literary and art workers to the front lines to carry out military field research and hold a solicitation for military literary and artistic works.

After everyone took their seats, the entire conference room fell silent.

I saw a woman in her early thirties, with a beautiful face and figure, wearing a white shirt, walking up to the stage with a thick stack of letter paper in her hand.

"Good morning, comrades."

Ning Qiuyue looked around, with the same sharp look in her eyes as her mother Jiang Yunxia, ​​which made many comrades attending the meeting in the conference room feel a tingling sensation on their scalps and a familiar feeling.

This person must be Minister Jiang’s daughter.

Many people are determined.

"I am Ning Qiuyue, the person in charge of this military tour. Before the meeting begins, please take a look at the plan that has been distributed."

Ning Qiuyue took a deep breath and spoke calmly, while distributing the letter paper in her hand to both sides.

The leaders all lowered their heads to examine it, and after reading it, they had to admit that Minister Jiang's daughter came prepared.

"Well written, the whole plan is very careful and thorough."

Liu Baiyu, who was sitting in the third seat on the right, nodded with satisfaction.

Other leaders and comrades felt the same after reading it.

Ning Qiuyue breathed a sigh of relief, and the meeting officially began. She explained according to the plan, "This military tour..."

This military field trip will go deep into the front line of the war, and the writers will be divided into small teams according to the number of people and assigned to various companies.

After the one-month field trip mission is over, the works created by the writers will be selected and published in a special issue for military field trip writers founded by the famous pure literature magazine "PLA Literature and Art".

At the same time, the General Political Department, the Ministry of Culture and the China Writers Association will jointly organize a military literary and artistic works essay competition to select first, second and third prizes.

The rewards this time are generous, with the third prize alone having a cash reward of five hundred.

In addition, the first prize cash prize is 1,000 yuan, and the work can even be adapted into a movie.

The rewards are generous. This is a point that Ning Qiuyue learned from her lessons and improved during her last military tour.

Ning Qiuyue explained while answering the following questions.

After a while, more than an hour passed and the meeting basically came to an end.

Ning Qiuyue coughed because her throat was dry from talking for a long time. She lowered her head and drank a sip of water. "Dear leaders, comrades, do you have any other questions?"

"Nothing."

Everyone in the meeting room shook their heads. The plan and what Comrade Ning had said were already detailed enough.

"Then the next half month will be used for mobilization. At the same time, we will send out notices to all provinces, cities, and major art and cultural organizations, asking them to do their best to cooperate."

Ning Qiuyue looked at her mother who had been silent for a long time and made the decision.

After the meeting, people did not disperse immediately, but instead discussed the issue in the corridors and conference rooms.

"If you win the third prize, you will get a reward of 500 yuan. If you win the first prize, you will have the chance to change the movie. This reward is too generous."

"Last year's collection of folk songs didn't produce a single hair."

"The rewards are generous, but the danger is real. After all, we are deep in the front line of the battle. If we are hit by a stray bullet..."

Some people were eager to try, some were worried, and their expressions varied.

Wang Meng did the same. He stood next to the leader of the Writers Association and said, "Then we will issue a notice tomorrow. Although participation is voluntary this time, if the number of writers is too small..."

"I guess this Xiao Ning leader won't let this go, right?"

The leader of the China Writers Association gave a bitter smile.

After this meeting, he could basically see what kind of person this person was.

He really has the same personality as Vice Minister Jiang.

If the leader says one word, they have to run around.

The leader of the Writers Association sighed, "Try to mobilize as many people as possible. We have quite a few writers in BJ alone, and there are also many young writers studying at the Institute of Literature. Young people should be more interested."

"Then I'll go ask later."

Wang Meng nodded. He had given many lectures in the writers' classes jointly organized by the Institute of Literature and Art and Beijing Normal University, so he knew them.

At this time, a gust of fragrant wind came.

Wang Meng subconsciously looked up and saw Ning Qiuyue, who had just been talking on the stage, walking towards him.

"If I remember correctly, Senior Wang Meng has a very good relationship with Cheng Kaiyan, the most famous talented writer in the past two years. They can be called friends regardless of age, right?" The woman smiled on her pretty face and spoke in a very relaxed tone.

"Comrade Xiao Cheng is incredibly talented and unconventional."

Wang Meng had a smile on his face. He was not surprised that Ning Qiuyue knew Cheng Kaiyan, as Cheng Kaiyan was already quite famous now.

But he felt a little strange about the arrival of this woman.

Sure enough, the next second.

Ning Qiuyue bared her fangs and said softly, "How can such a talented young man miss this military tour?

I really like the works of Comrade Cheng Kaiyan. I hope Senior Wang Meng will bring this talented person to our military collection team. I think such a passionate young man will be eager to participate. "

"Comrade Xiao Ning, why do you have to do this? Military tours should be voluntary."

Wang Meng frowned and said bluntly.

Although he didn't know what grudge there was between Ning Qiuyue and Cheng Kaiyan, given Wang Meng's status in the literary and art circles, he was not afraid of her power at all.

"So he doesn't want to go?

We won't send writers to the battlefield with guns, so what is there to be afraid of?

I'm sorry, I thought a young man like him wouldn't be afraid of these things.

But... I have already submitted Comrade Cheng Kaiyan's name. You don't want Comrade Cheng Kaiyan to be punished, do you? Or end up with a reputation of being a coward, right?"

Ning Qiuyue blinked, looking a little aggrieved.

However, what Wang Meng could see was that the corners of the woman's mouth were raised, with an extremely vicious smile.

What a nasty woman.

Wang Meng frowned and remained silent for a long time before he said in a deep voice, "Don't go too far."

"What's the matter? You haven't asked yet. Why don't you ask Comrade Xiao Cheng? I think he will agree."

Ning Qiuyue turned and left, her waterfall-like hair swinging in an arc in the air, and she spoke without turning her head.

(End of this chapter)