Chapter 7 The son who writes novels and the father who is the factory manager
April 22, 2004
After Guo Kaiming registered and sent the novel "The Faded Silver Medal" to the supplement of the provincial newspaper, seeing no one was around, he stretched out his hand to loosen two belts, exhaling comfortably.
After writing a novel, it is only half a thing, and printing it is only one thing.Kaiming has been writing novels for nearly five years, and has written a total of twenty-five novels.But the trouble is that none of the articles have become a thing.It's no wonder that his buddies in the same workshop often laughed at him: "The light can be processed, but it can't come out of the cage."
This "Fade Silver Medal", Kai Ming's unconventional conception - not centered on love, honestly wrote a story about a factory, but with a little bit of love attached.Because of familiarity, it was easy to write, and it was "concocted" in two days.But whether it will be the same thing, he hasn't figured it out yet.
go home.Have a meal.
A rectangular table with mother and younger sister Kai Hong sitting on one side, Kai Ming and elder brother Kai Ge sitting on the other side, and father sitting in the center.My father worked as the director of the factory and presided over the meeting. He was used to sitting in this way, which was convenient for observing the whole group and mastering the meeting.Sitting in the same way at home.
Director Guo picked up the wine bottle and filled a glass of wine under the strict supervision of his wife.He likes to drink and always has a drink before meals.
Kai Ming took the wine bottle from his father, and poured a shallow layer of wine into the white porcelain bowl.Every time he finished a piece of work, he would drink two sips as a self-congratulation.
Kai Ming's mother glared at her son: "Learn more, learn more from your father."
"Tsk, long-winded." Director Guo glared at his wife, and ordered his son with chopsticks, "Drink." He drank alone, and he was always a bit lonely. Wouldn't it be fun for his son to drink with him?He doesn't care about the money for a few drinks, and he doesn't believe that a few sips of wine can make his son corrupt.
"Yes, cultivate and cultivate." Kaiming's mother said.
"Cultivate what?" Director Guo asked with a smile.
"Successor, the successor of drinking!" Kai Hong rushed to answer.
Kai Ming said to his younger sister: "Eat your food, girls are talkative, no one wants them when they grow up."
Kai Hong said: "It's better if no one wants it. I'll always be by my mother's side. Mom, right?"
Director Guo stared at his daughter: "Okay, let's eat!"
Director Guo drinks and likes to have someone to chat with.But what my wife and daughter talk about is mostly trivial matters about food and clothing, which makes me upset.The eldest son is introverted, seldom makes a sound, concentrates on eating, and leaves after eating.Only the second son is talkative, he is his "talking friend", and his son is in the same factory as him, so he can often hear some gossip in the factory from his son.But as the son got older and learned more, he became farther and farther away from his views.He said that his son was naive, and his son said that he was rigid and often broke up on bad terms.Gradually, there was a tacit understanding between him and his son, no one spoke, and they drank and ate in silence.But he couldn't bear it, so he tried to find a common language to talk to avoid conflicts with his son.
"Write another one?" Director Guo asked.
Kai Ming nodded: "Yeah."
Director Guo took a sip of his wine and said, "Work hard, it's up to you. Back then, Gorky was a worker."
Kai Ming nodded again: "Hey."
"Bang!" Lao He, the head of the sales department of the factory, broke into the door.
Director Guo raised his chopsticks and pointed at his wife: "Pour wine!"
Kaiming's mother greeted her with a smile, stepped aside, poured wine, and went into the kitchen to add vegetables.
Lao He raised his glass and took a big sip of wine, then took out a paper slip and slapped it on the table: "Look, this... oh! Guess how much?" He spread his palms open: "Five thousand yuan!"
"Grandma! It's five thousand for such an advertisement? It's a matter of a hundred dollars at most." Director Guo said.
Lao He said: "The newspaper also said that it was taken care of, and that their circulation, this number, is one million copies."
"Let's discuss it again and lower the price." Factory Manager Guo filled Lao He with wine.
Lao He shook his head: "It's difficult."
Director Guo picked up the wine glass, wanted to drink but stopped: "Five thousand, the newspaper is too profitable..."
"It's worth it. When the money is spent, the intangible value of the product will be earned back. We still have a silver medal for our small desktop radio. If it is listed in the newspaper, sales will not be a problem next year." Lao He pointed out the stakes.
Seeing the backlog of products in the warehouse and the mournful face of the chief financial officer, Director Guo's expression became more serious, and he put down his wine glass abruptly and grabbed the paper slip.Lao He hurriedly took out the pen from his pocket and handed it to the factory manager.
Seeing his father's trembling hand signing, Kai Ming suddenly felt pity, and stretched out his hand to press the paper slip: "Dad, Uncle He, I will handle this matter."
Director Guo opened his eyes, but he still hasn't reacted.
Lao He was taken aback for a moment, then grinned: "Oh, does Kaiming Newspaper have any acquaintances?"
"Hey, yes, yes..." Kai Ming nodded repeatedly.
On this day, the newsletter written by Kaiming "Swan Radio Factory pays close attention to quality, and silver medal products shine again" was published on the front page of the provincial newspaper.The newsletter narrates that Swan Radio Factory carried out the "Quality First" competition in the case of unsalable radios, which made the silver medal product - Swan brand small desktop dual-band radios rejuvenate, and sold them in China and exported to Africa.
This is a brilliant ad in disguise!Not only did it not cost a penny, but it was paid seventeen yuan for the manuscript.More importantly, it saved the factory 5,000 yuan.
Five thousand yuan!Seven days of profits for the Swan Radio Factory.
The whole factory was shocked.More than 600 cadres and workers generally believed that Comrade Guo Kaiming made great contributions to the factory at the critical moment when the enterprise was shut down and turned around.
After reading the newspaper, Factory Manager Guo slapped his thigh and shouted, "Good boy!" He rewarded his son by approving 20 yuan in public.
Lao He gave a thumbs up and stretched out in front of the factory manager: "Factory manager, you're really going out of your way! I'm convinced."
The Youth League Committee of the factory immediately held an emergency meeting, and decided to award Guo Kaiming the honorable title of "New Long March Assaulter".
The chief of the factory team looked ashamed, and said: "The Maxima is right in front of us, but we turned a blind eye and failed to fulfill Bole's responsibility." Then, he added Guo Kaiming as a candidate for the propaganda officer of the factory union.
As the author, Kai Ming didn't take it seriously.The first time I saw my name printed in typeface, I felt a strange warm current in my heart.But he is not addicted, because what he publishes is not a novel.On the contrary, it was rumored that he would be transferred to the trade union, which made him proud for a while.The union has a library, which will be convenient for borrowing books in the future.What's more, there is a girl named Yingying in the library, who has both physical and spiritual qualities. She is the ideal person in Kaiming's mind.There is a door here, and we will get along in the same room from now on... That night, Kai Ming weaved the plot and details full of romance all night, and even in the morning of the next day, he still sleeps with his pillow in a daze, wandering in dreams...
Kaiming's mother walked into the room with a newspaper in her hand, and patted her son: "You should get up too, the newspaper delivery people are here."
Kai Ming turned over and woke up, rubbed his eyes and took a look, saw that it was his mother, and said, "It's Sunday, why don't you sleep a little longer?" After speaking, he covered himself with a quilt, closed his eyes and wanted to return to the dreamland.But after a while, he lifted the quilt and complained: "Look, you have broken a good dream." He took the newspaper from his mother, and read the supplement first as usual... what? ! "Fade Silver Medal"!
As if struck by lightning, Kai Ming jumped out of the bed in his shorts, opened his arms, and shouted, "Mom! Mom...my novel is about to be cancelled!"
When Kai Ming's mother saw her son's name on the newspaper, she immediately felt that her son was extraordinary.Just imagine, my husband has been the director of the factory for more than ten years, but his name has never been published in a newspaper.But son, as soon as the apprentice finished his teacher, his name was published in the newspaper, and it was published twice.After sighing, she took the vegetable basket and went straight to the vegetable market.
When Director Guo came back from the meeting, the table in the living room was already filled with sumptuous dishes, with four plates and four bowls placed at intervals.A floor-standing speaker in the corner played pop music softly.Director Guo put the document bag on the cabinet, rubbed his hands excitedly and sat down.
Kai Ming took out a bottle of Fenjiu from his room and placed it in front of his father.
Director Guo was so refreshed that he stared at Fenjiu and then at his smirking son, feeling puzzled.
Kaiming's mother said, "This is filial piety wine. It was bought with the money your son earned from writing articles."
Factory Manager Guo frowned at his wife: "Understood, I want you to be verbose."
Kaiming's mother said, "Your son is on another article."
Director Guo raised his head in surprise and looked directly at his son: "Where is it?"
Kai Ming pinched the newspaper, still giggling.
"Don't be modest." Kai Hong snatched the newspaper and handed it to his father.
Factory Manager Guo put on reading glasses, opened the newspaper, looked at it, and cried out in his heart: "Good boy!" He looked at his son through the reading glasses, as if his son Jackie Chan was dancing in front of him, and a flow of gratification flowed through his heart. : "Pour wine! Come, drink some."
Kaiming's mother naturally had no objection to drinking on happy occasions. After pouring wine for her family, she also poured half a glass herself.
Director Guo picked up the wine glass and swept the whole family from side to side: "Come on." After finishing speaking, he couldn't wait to drink a glass of wine with his head up: "Hi—tsk tsk..."
Kaihong held the small wine glass: "Drink without clinking glasses? Come on, second child, let's clink glasses." Then, she raised the wine glass to the second brother.
Director Guo glared at his daughter: "Don't be glib, learn from your second brother. You don't study hard all day, you know how to play, and you can be successful in playing? I am worried about you now."
"Dad, I'll pour you some wine." Kaihong picked up the bottle and said.
Kaige softly said: "It's on point."
"Ha—" Director Guo raised his head and smiled.
"Hahaha——" The whole family was very happy.
Factory manager Guo took a sip of his wine, facing the light, and wanted to read his son's novel, when he suddenly remembered something, and said to his son, "Just now, the section chief told me that you should report to the factory union tomorrow."
"Hey, hey..." Kai Ming stood up excitedly, nodding repeatedly.
"After joining the labor union in the factory, you must work hard. Work hard, are you afraid you won't be able to become a talent? I don't believe it." After finishing speaking, Director Guo shook the newspaper and read his son's novel while drinking.
Kai Ming sat quietly and waited, glancing at his father from time to time.
Suddenly, Director Guo pushed the newspaper to the side, lowered his head, kept silent, his face became more and more red, the old tendons on his neck were bulging, and his eyes blinked non-stop.
The family members were amazed.Kai Ming was especially confused, he didn't know why his father was like this.
"You, it's me who wrote it!" Director Guo suddenly raised his head, stared at his son, and said word by word.
Kai Ming was taken aback: "Why are you writing about Dad?"
"No? Well, I haven't studied for a few years, so I can't see it, right? I can see that I have this level!" Director Guo said.
"Hey..." Kai Ming shook his head helplessly.
"Dare to be brave, where is the masculinity?" Guo asked the factory manager.
Kai Ming said, "I really didn't write about you."
"No? Okay." Director Guo grabbed the newspaper, searched along with his chopsticks, stopped, and tapped it vigorously, "F City, foreign code, don't think I don't understand, this is the first letter of Fuzhou foreign characters , abbreviation." He picked up the document bag on the lying cabinet, pointed at the two lines of Chinese and English "Fuzhou" stamped on the bag: "How is it? Ah? Not bad?" He threw down the file bag and continued to write on the newspaper. Look for: "Crane radio factory? How many radio factories are there in Fuzhou? Cranes? Swans don't come to cranes? One thing, it refers to our factory! Is this silver medal also a coincidence? Well, fade, hey, our silver medal , locked in a glass cabinet in the exhibition room, look at it, boy, it’s gleaming! Fading? It’s pure nonsense! Ah... Also, this director of the pipe factory, who is it but me?”
"It's the character I created." Kai Ming nodded.
"Well, I have to thank you for 'shaping! Ah, ah, say that I am conservative in thinking and blindly produce, ah...do not conduct market research, ah, why stop trial production of new products...Look, look, one by one Yes, it seems to be the same thing, list the crimes! Your skills are not inferior to the rebels back then!"
Kaiming's mother said to her son, "Why are you writing this? Can't you pick something good?"
Kaiming said aggrievedly: "I didn't write about my father, but...it was my father who wanted to take his own seat. I, I can't tell you clearly..."
"Didn't you make it very clear? Ah... this, 'The only hobby of the director of the factory is that he especially likes to drink, and he drinks so much that he surpasses half a Wu Song...well, drinking has become a big crime Scary? I, I drink your wine?" Director Guo raised his glass, raised his head, and drank all the wine.He grabbed the wine bottle and filled it up: "Drink your wine?" He raised his head and drank the wine again: "It's not yet that time, and you can talk later when the time comes."
"I can't talk about it even when the time comes. Well, he is still a child after all, what does he know?" Kai Ming's mother persuaded, and at the same time, picked up a crispy fried spring roll and put it in her husband's bowl.
"Are you still spoiling him? Look, you have raised a good son. I have already seen through that he is not a good guy." Director Guo said: "Look, it doesn't count if he writes me in, but also writes you Drag it in too. Old woman, listen to how your precious son is shaped for you. The wife of the director of the factory is the head of the house. Although she is over fifty years old, she has a long round face full of wrinkles , I can still see the charm of the past, and when I pursed my lips and smiled, I can actually roll up two dimples... Tsk tsk, did you hear that? Ah? Ah, where are the dimples on your mother's old face? But you boy, you just fabricated two, Is there anyone who acts like a son playing mother like this?!"
"Let me take a look." Kai Ming's mother nervously grabbed the newspaper, put on her husband's reading glasses, and looked at it in a daze for a while: "Write Mom too, really..."
Kaihong burst into laughter, but was gently slapped by her mother, and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands, and ran into the room.Kaige frowned and went back to his room.
Director Guo suddenly stood up: "You boy, you have to learn from your brother and your sister. Which one of them is like you? You can see for yourself. Is what you write like words? Ah, you still write What, I was a big tiger in the factory, but I became a little mouse when I got home...ah, like a kite, held by you, old woman. Ah, what an imagination! Here," he stretched out his index finger, pointing I read the newspaper, and knocked hard again: "Say, say, say that I am different from the female engineers in the factory, 'I often feel a little bit of strange emotion in my heart, you boy is amazing! Ah, to shape your old man' Become a corrupt element?!"
Kai Ming held back his tears and stood up angrily: "Father, if you don't respect yourself, you have to respect me a little bit. At least I'm still an author, and you as a reader..."
"You are my son, I am your father, father! You, you..." Director Guo trembled with anger and was speechless.Suddenly, he raised his wine glass, wanted to throw it but stopped, drank the wine in the glass, "snap!" and threw it on the ground: "You! Use novels to rebel against... against... rebellion! I will fight you to the end!" After finishing speaking, he walked towards his room with big strides. As soon as he entered the door, he turned around again, pointed at his son and said, "You boy! Tomorrow, go back to your workshop, work, and reform!"
"Ah?! This..." Kai Ming stood there dumbfounded...
May 31, 1982