Chapter 435 434 Four Young Writers’ “Letters of Surrender”

Sure enough!

Fang Minghua certainly couldn't act like I had guessed it, but was surprised and happy.

"Really?"

"How could I lie to you about this? However, although the presidium nominated him, he still had to be voted by all the members of the board of directors, and at least more than half of the votes were required to be selected, so you have to be mentally prepared." Hu Cai reminded him.

"How could Minghua not even get half of the votes? I don't believe it, I will take over your job in the future!" Du Pengcheng said.

As a result, Hu Cai glared at him.

You, old Du, why don't you keep your mouth shut?

This is just a private discussion among a few old guys, and we haven't informed the superiors yet. Besides, I still have a few years before retirement. What's the benefit of letting him know in advance?

But Fang Minghua pretended not to hear what Du Pengcheng said, and immediately stated that if I was elected, I would definitely fulfill my duties. If I was not elected, it means that I still have many shortcomings, and I will correct them and strive to make progress in the future.

The standard answer.

The train arrived at Yanjing Station at noon the next day. The Writers Association was a low-paying government office, so naturally they would not send a car to the station to pick up the directors from various provinces.

But in this era, each province had a Beijing office, so before leaving, Hu Cai contacted the Beijing office of the Provincial General Office to send a car to pick up the station.

Sure enough, when everyone left the station, they saw a man holding a sign that read "Picking up and dropping off the leaders of the Qin Province Writers Association."

Fang Minghua took the initiative to contact him. The man who came was a deputy director of the Beijing office, named Lu. After shaking hands with several leaders, he took several people to a Tianjin-made Sanfeng travel car in the square parking lot.

After everyone got on the car, Director Lu asked: "Chairman Hu, are you going to our office or directly to the hotel?"

"No need to bother, go directly to the hotel."

The meeting address this time was Yanjing Ziyu Hotel on Zengguang Road inside Hangtian Bridge on the West Third Ring Road. This is an old hotel and a designated hotel for foreign affairs. Many important meetings of the Writers Association are held here.

Fang Minghua and his group checked in and stayed at this hotel. Members of the Writers Association Council from various provinces arrived one after another, and it suddenly became lively.

On May 5, the fourth council meeting of the fourth Writers Association was officially opened in the conference room of Ziyu Hotel. In addition to nearly 200 delegates, relevant comrades from the National Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Propaganda Department, the Ministry of Culture, and the Press and Publication Administration also attended the meeting.

Of course, the news media is indispensable.

"People's Daily", "Guangming Daily", CCTV Radio and other media reported the whole process.

Due to his advanced age and poor health, the chairman of the Writers Association, Palladium, is now basically recuperating in his own home in Shanghai and rarely appears.

The meeting was chaired by Feng Mu, vice chairman of the Writers Association. The meeting first listened to the 1987 annual work report of Feng Zhi, another vice chairman.

On the rostrum, the vice chairman of the Writers Association and members of the presidium were present, and the black mass of the Writers Association directors were all present below the stage. Although many of them are old and rarely have works, they are not very active in the literary world, but they have absolute voice in the literary world.

Some people say that the annual council meeting of the Writers Association is a gathering of literary giants.

Among them, there are several young new faces that attract attention.

Fang Minghua sat in the last row of the conference room. He was accompanied by Shu Ting, Wang Anyi, and Tie Ning, all of whom were newly elected representatives to attend the meeting.

Fang Minghua felt very bored.

Although he was holding a pen and pretending to write something in his notebook, he actually didn't write many words.

He hated this kind of report-style meeting. He felt bored when he heard Feng Mu reading some dry words on the podium.

Oh.

It's better to read your essays "Yunnan Cloud Scenic Spots" and "Along the Rapids of the Lancang River".

It reproduces the customs and customs of Yunnan and the Lancang River.

Fang Minghua was holding a fountain pen and thinking about something. Suddenly, someone touched his arm. Fang Minghua tilted his head and saw that it was Wang Anyi.

The other party glanced at him, and Fang Minghua realized that a reporter was facing them with a camera.

He quickly picked up the pen and pretended to take notes. Then he looked at Tie Ning on the other side, who was concentrating on taking notes.

Seeing the girl's serious look, Fang Minghua couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

No wonder he became the chairman of the Writers Association later.

Feng Mu's report was mainly divided into two parts, a summary of the work of the Writers Association last year, the achievements and problems, and the work plan of the Writers Association this year, etc., and finally received applause.

In the afternoon, there was a group discussion on the report. All major reports within the system were in this mode, and Fang Minghua had no right to speak.

The meeting continued on the second day, and now it was a discussion on literary theory. Compared with yesterday, the atmosphere was much more lively.

Several directors came to the stage to speak and talked about their own views on various aspects such as current literary trends, literary creation, and literary criticism.

"I'm a little nervous."

Tie Nian, who was sitting in the back, whispered.

It turned out that the organizers of the conference had informed the four of them in advance and arranged for them to speak and talk about their personal feelings on literary creation.

In fact, the four people also understood that this was also a "letter of surrender" for them to be elected as directors of the Writers Association, more precisely like a thesis defense.

A bunch of literary masters listened to several juniors talking about their creative ideas. Whether they talked well or not, to some extent, would determine whether they could let them join their camp, or even pass the baton to them, so that they could become the one with real say in the literary world.

The four of them sat upright.

Although Tie Niang was also a very active young female writer in the current literary world and often attended some meetings, she felt a little nervous because all the people present were masters.

"What's there to be nervous about?" Fang Ming whispered, "When you go up, treat these people below as winter cabbages."

"Ah, this?"

Tie Ning was stunned.

Wang Anyi, who was sitting on the other side, rolled her eyes at him, which meant that you guys should not teach them bad things!

After the speeches of several big names, it was the turn of the newcomers to speak.

"Next, please invite Comrade Tie Ning, Vice Chairman of the Hebei Writers Association, to come to the stage to speak and exchange creative ideas!" Tie Ning walked onto the podium amid applause.

Overcoming the initial nervousness, Tie Ning's speech was still very exciting. She mainly expounded her creative ideas from the perspective of female literature.

The novels published by Tie Ning, such as "Oh, Xiangxue", "Twelfth Night" and "The Red Shirt Without Buttons", are all written from a female perspective, which is a bit like the later female protagonists.

After the speech, he received applause, and Tie Ning came down with a face full of excitement.

Wang Anyi, who came on stage next, talked about urban literature.

If there is any city in China that has its own real urban literature, it must be Shencheng except Yanjing.

Lao She, Wang Zengqi, Deng Youmei, the new generation of Liu Xinwu, including Wang Shuo who is gradually becoming popular now, are all representatives of Yanjing urban literature.

Only Shanghai can compete with it.

Zhang Ailing is the first choice, and the younger generation includes Wang Anyi, Yan Geling, Jin Yucheng, the author of "Flowering", and Sun Ganlu, who is even younger. There are also several writers born in the 1970s and 1980s, such as Wei Hui and Mianmian.

However, Zhang Ailing is now far away in the United States, Yan Geling has also gone abroad, Jin Yucheng is not very famous now, and the people born in the 1970s and 1980s are still growing up quietly. Now Wang Anyi is the most popular.

Next is Shu Ting, who talks about poetry.

Among the representative poets of Misty Poetry, Shu Ting is closest to mainstream poetry. Her poems are not as obscure as Bei Dao's, but catchy and full of positive energy, and are very popular with readers and poetry masters.

Her election as a director is also a recognition of Misty Poetry.

The last person to appear is Fang Minghua.