Amidst Cai Wensheng's eloquent words, Jiang Shan, who was sitting on the sofa, was rummaging through article after article to find the content he was looking forward to.
No, no, next article... hiss!
"Comrade Li Cunbao is a war correspondent. When the fighting started in March this year, he also went to the frontline battlefield," Cai Wensheng said, pointing to a letter on the table:
"Li Cunbao and I chatted on the phone many times, and then he sent these interview transcripts to our newspaper..."
However, in his letter, he also mentioned issues related to the publication of interview transcripts.
So far, apart from some poems and prose praising frontline heroes, Comrade Li Cunbao has
He only published one short story in "Military News", "Hu Zi at the General Gate—Remembering the Battle Hero Lan Fanghu".
Although this article won him a lot of praise, Reporter Li's heart became more and more panicked.
Because the interview transcripts he still holds in his hands are what he most wants to make public."
"Unfortunately,"
Having said this, Cai Wensheng helplessly returned his gaze to the manuscript in front of him: "I don't seem to be able to help him."
On the desk in the editor's office, there are several boxes of work cigarettes scattered randomly.
With the joint efforts of several smokers, the whole office became more and more dreamlike.
Editor Zhou, who is in charge of typesetting, is the only lesbian in the office.
She had long been accustomed to all this, and was sitting by the window crack, concentrating on measuring the manuscript on the table.
Following Editor Cai's sigh, everyone in the office didn't know what to say.
I could only turn my attention to Chief Editor Jiang.
"It's no use looking at me," Comrade Jiang Hai waved his hand resolutely: "This red line must be untouchable."
Just when the intellectuals were shaking their heads and preparing to smoke again.
"But..." Chief Editor Jiang pointed to the two manuscripts in front of him: "These two notes are not a big problem."
"Which two articles?"
"show me."
As soon as Editor-in-Chief Jiang finished speaking, Jiang Shan quickly followed the others and joined them.
[When the battle started, I had already reached the border line.
One day, a few of us war reporters were going to take a walk around.
Unexpectedly, I saw a scene I will never forget.
By the creek, a group of Dai girls were washing the bodies of martyrs sent down from the front line.
At that time, all the young men in this Dai village went to support the front line, and the task of dressing and burying the martyrs naturally fell on the girls.
At this time, an old man from the Dai ethnic group came over and said to the girls in a trembling voice: How can you be so cruel? The water is too cold.
When the girls heard this, they immediately understood what the old man meant and quickly set up a pot to boil water...
No matter how difficult the conditions are, they still want to send the last trace of warmth in the world to these martyrs.】
[Today, some comrades in arms are going to the Miao Village to attend the market, and I will go with them.
At the market, I happened to see a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl buying eggs from an old woman.
The two people have been fighting over the price of eggs.
"Auntie, I'll buy all your eggs in this basket, and you can consider it cheaper for me."
"Little girl, I've already sold it very cheaply. If you think it's expensive, you can buy less. Anyway, you can't finish it by yourself."
"I didn't buy it for myself," the little girl said anxiously, "I bought these eggs to give to the wounded on the front line."
"You..." When the old lady heard this, she became anxious: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You can just take my basket of eggs without giving me a penny."
Then, not only did the old lady stand up, but all the villagers selling eggs around her also stood up.
Together they carried the eggs and walked towards the field hospital.】
"These two manuscripts can be published together," Jiang Hai specifically told Cai Wensheng: "Together, they will look more powerful."
"Okay," Cai Wensheng nodded: "If it's a single shot, it's a little thin."
"Kneading them together is indeed more contagious," Jiang Shan also agreed with the boss's suggestion. After speaking, he looked at Cai Wensheng and said, "Editor Cai, this reporter Li is very capable."
"oh?"
"After a battle, he will definitely see more than this," Jiang Shan patted the manuscript in his hand:
"You should continue to keep in touch with him and encourage him to write a book about what he saw and heard. In that case, it will have a much greater impact than these scattered little tofu pieces."
"What do you mean, do you want him to publish a book?" Cai Wensheng suddenly discovered a direction he had never thought of.
"We want these fragmented interview notes not to be forgotten,"
As they chatted, Comrade Jiang Shan's eyes gradually burst out with light: "The only way is to turn them into a flesh-and-blood novel."
"Look at our Section Chief Jiang," Rong Bin couldn't help but laugh: "He is so young after all. His blood boils as he talks."
"Young editor, don't tell me. This means that the organization doesn't like me. Otherwise, I would give up writing and join the army immediately."
In his previous life, Comrade Jiang Shan was really lucky enough to be a war correspondent for several months.
Although it is not a counterattack by one's own country, it is still exciting enough.
"It's okay for you to play with pens," Chief Editor Jiang immediately raised objections on behalf of the organization: "Forget it for playing with guns."
"You don't necessarily have to carry a gun when you go to the battlefield," Cai Wensheng said deeply: "A war correspondent's pen can also be a sharp blade."
"Well said," the young Section Chief Jiang took the lead in applauding Lao Cai:
"Not only is it a sharp blade, it is also a sharp blade that cuts through thorns for frontline soldiers."
In 1982, after two years of hard work, Li Cunbao met Zhang Shouren, the editor of "October", while studying abroad.
Faced with Zhang Shouren's request for a manuscript, Li Cunbao finally chatted with him about the novel "Garland Under the Mountain" that he had long conceived.
Compared with himself two years ago, Comrade Li Cunbao this time has learned to "bring reality into ideals."
He had always wanted to expose the incident of a cadre's son changing his job before the battle, but he also adapted it into a story:
[First he racked his brains to seek a career change, and then he charged into battle regardless of his own comfort. After the war, he actively paid off debts for the families of martyrs and persisted in fighting injustice for his sacrificed comrades. 】
After listening to Li Cunbao's narration, Zhang Shouren burst into tears and encouraged him to write immediately.
Therefore, after the study class ended, Li Cunbao did not rush to return to the army, but stayed in Yanjing for more than half a month to finish his long-gestating novel in one go.
After it was quickly delivered to Zhang Shouren, Editor Zhang, who kept his promise, published "Wreaths Under the Mountains" in the pages of "October" without changing a word.
The cadres and young men who quit their jobs before the war, the squibs produced during the WG period, and the bloody martyrs who owed bills, these are the interview records that Jiangshan has not found at the moment. After the novel was published, the people immediately saw a different frontline novel.
A craze for "garlands" soon spread in society.
Relay printing by various publishing houses resulted in the publication of 11 million copies of "Wreaths Under the Mountains" that year.
In order to obtain the film and television adaptation rights of "Garland", all the film studios were busy contacting Li Cunbao.
But unexpectedly, the film and television adaptation rights of "Wreaths Under the Mountain" finally fell into the hands of Shanghai Film Studio, while the nearby "August 1st" studio was unexpectedly eliminated.
The reason is simply that Xie Jin, the director of Shanghai Film Studio, sent Comrade Li Cunbao a 600-word telegram at the most critical moment.
There was one sentence in this hugely expensive telegram that completely moved Li Cunbao.
[As long as you give "Garland Under the Mountain" to me, I promise to be faithful to the original novel to the greatest extent. 】
Before Xie Jin appeared, no film studio was willing to make a commitment to him.
God knows how many senior people Xie Jin and the leaders of Shanghai Film Studio will have Tai Chi with for this simple promise.
But in the end, Director Xie not only said what he said, but actually did it.
In this movie, which brought together outstanding actors such as Siqin Gaowa, Tang Guoqiang, and Ni Dahong, there were also many sensational lines.
【The motherland is yours and mine.】
[See you at the Martyrs Cemetery.]
[If we really want to fight a war, we have to rely on us farmers.]
[I don’t believe it, 20 billion can’t buy him a bundle of sugar cane.]
[Among the 6,000 fallen soldiers, more than 500 died in their own country’s inferior weapons.]
[His grandma opened the back door and came to my place. The more she felt sorry for her son, I decided to let her son be the first to carry the explosive bag. 】
These deafening lines not only received a huge response after the movie "Garland Under the Mountain" was released, but also put a series of real problems after the war on the table and on the agenda.
When the movie was released, the pension for an ordinary soldier was only 550 yuan, and even a division-level cadre only had 700 yuan.
However, not long after that, the pension standards were significantly raised.
The original 550 yuan pension for ordinary soldiers was raised to the standard of 2,000 yuan after it was doubled several times.
And that time happened to be the moment when the Battle of Laoshan was about to begin.
"If Reporter Li also has this plan," Jiang Shan warned Cai Wensheng again: "Don't forget to tell him that as long as he is willing to write a novel, our newspaper will help him publish it verbatim, right, editor-in-chief?"
After saying that, Jiang Shan looked at the boss.
"That's right," Jiang Hai nodded in agreement: "As long as he is willing to write it, we will help him publish it."
"Okay," Cai Wensheng accepted the task: "I will continue to contact him."
…
In the Light Industry Bureau of Pujiang City, Director Xu was sitting in the conference room, rubbing his forehead.
At the just-concluded meeting, leaders from Yanjing announced a decision.
[The Match Factory, founded in 1955 to aid Vietnam, was immediately merged into the Pujiang Import and Export Management Office.]
And this import and export office happens to fall under the jurisdiction of Bureau Xu.
"Director Xu, the meeting has been dismissed."
When only his immediate boss was left in the conference room, Section Chief Han, who was standing behind Director Xu, couldn't help but give a reminder.
"Alas~"
After letting out a long sigh, Director Xu stood up and said, "Let's go too."
On the way back to the office, Section Chief Han frowned like Director Xu:
"Bureau Xu, have you figured out how to arrange this match factory?"
"If I remember correctly, there are a total of 14 match factories in our city, right?"
"You remember correctly, that's all, not including those small processing workshops we run here."
"Do you know about the match factory that aided Vietnam?"
"It was originally a unit directly managed by Yanjing. Where can we find out about it?"
"Let's take the time to check it out as soon as possible..."
In the early days of reform, Pujiang's development had been lagging behind.
The biggest reason is that the number and size of enterprises and institutions are too large.
Just as Director Xu slowly entered the office, he found a comrade sitting in the room who had an even more frown than him.
"Xu Ju, you are finally back."
Director Lu of the White Rabbit Candy Factory immediately greeted Director Xu when he saw him.
"Lao Lu," Director Xu paused: "Why are you here?"
Section Chief Han on the side also pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Director Lu, isn't today the day when your factory's new packaging is shipped out? Didn't you take a second look?"
"That's why I'm here." Director Lu has been waiting here for almost two hours.
"how?"
Director Xu, who had just sat down, stood up again: "Something happened to White Rabbit's new packaging?"
"That's not true," Director Lu said quickly:
"There is no problem with the new packaging, but there is a big problem with the new advertising in Xiangjiang."
