Chapter 46 first quarter

Hao Dongxi has a sense of closeness in Qian Liangliang's heart. This kind of closeness is not because he hired Qian Liangliang and gave Qian Liangliang a good treatment, nor is it because he came forward when Qian Liangliang was thrown by a bird's egg for no reason. Uphold justice for Qian Liangliang.This sense of intimacy comes from his resemblance to Aunt Jiang, the deputy mayor of Jinzhou City who has a close personal relationship with Qian Liangliang.The same dress is rustic and informal; the same likes to show Qian Liangliang to the guests to show how much he attaches to them; the same always grabs Qian Liangliang to accompany him, as if that can enhance his weight even more.Perhaps, God does not take care of people very carefully, but divides all living beings into several categories according to approximate standards. Therefore, many people have similar looks, many people have similar personalities, and many people have similar conduct.Human beings see themselves by themselves, thousands of people have thousands of faces, and there are thousands of different types, but let God see, there are only a few types.Judging by God's classification standards, Hao Dongxi and Aunt Jiang are definitely made according to the same standard. At least, they are similar, similar or even the same in their attitude towards Qian Liangliang: Qian Liangliang must personally attend the reception dinner. Accompaniment; the guests they arranged must be received by Qian Liangliang in person.This made Qian Liangliang often confused, as if he was not the manager of the Chinese-style dinner and leisure club, but still the director of the reception office of the Jinzhou Municipal Government.

At this moment, Qian Liangliang was following Hao Dongxi's phone instructions to accompany that writer Chen and his friends.The host and guest of the dinner was the head of the Provincial Writers Association, who was said to have been a leading figure in the province's literary circles in the last century.Accompanying her were a female writer, a weed writer who was full of complaints and desperately wanted to enter the bureaucracy but couldn't get in, and a professor from the Faculty of Letters of Lumon University.Writers in Lumen City are divided into two circles, inside the establishment and outside the establishment. Writers who can enter the government establishment do not have to do anything with a monthly salary. They specialize in writing articles with themes that no one reads to earn manuscript fees. If the things they write cannot be published, the government will still To invest, to subsidize.Writers outside the establishment have become weeds, and no one cares about begging on the street, leaving them to fend for themselves.In the common people's words, those in the establishment are mistress writers, and those outside the establishment are weed writers. The two circles of mistress writers and weed writers despise each other, and never communicate with each other.

Most of Hao Dongxi's contacts are "second wife writers". This type of writers are not very good at writing, but they are good at sneaking around, and they have a closer relationship with officialdom.This kind of person is also more likely to be recognized by people like Hao Dongxi: "You must accompany me personally, the form is waived, I will sign it, these people are poor literati, pitiful, the hospitality should be better, and I must give it to save face. Enough." Hao Dongxi said this on the phone when he was arranging the dinner.Qian Liangliang asked whether other activities were arranged after the dinner, because the clubhouse is not a simple restaurant, and it doesn't seem interesting to let people leave after eating.

Hao Dongxi replied very simply: "Arrange them to play whatever they want to play. It doesn't cost a lot of money. It's better than letting that Writer Chen chase after me. Sponsorship." Qian Liangliang knows that Hao Dongxi has always respected cultural people, which is also the group consciousness of Lumen people's values.Although Hao Dongxi did not personally accompany the guests, Qian Liangliang did not dare to neglect him because of his attention.Qian Liangliang arranged them into the best private room near the lake in the clubhouse, and then accompanied the guests himself.Qian Liangliang is also a cultural person in essence, and he can handle this gang of sour goods quite well.Writer Chen took the lead without hesitation, as if he was paying the bill.The head of the Provincial Writers Association was given the host and guest seat, the female writer sat next to the head of the Provincial Writers Association without a trace, and the other writers sat down after a while of hesitation.Instead, Qian Liangliang was squeezed to the bottom seat, as if he wasn't the owner but just a diner.

During the dinner, Qian Liangliang asked the head of the Provincial Writers Association what works he had, and the man and the writers around stared at Qian Liangliang, as if he didn't know his name, and his cultural level was at the same level as a cockroach if he hadn't read his works. , it should be made into a flat body with slippers: "This gentleman is not engaged in literature, is he?" The head of the Provincial Writers Association gave Qian Liangliang a sideways look, and instead of answering his question, asked Writer Chen instead.Writer Chen remembered that he hadn't reported Qian Liangliang's identity to the head of the Provincial Writers Association: "Oh, everyone was so happy and excited when Chairman Zhao came, so I forgot to introduce him. This is Qian Liangliang, Mr. Qian , the manager of the clubhouse, I heard that Chairman Zhao is here, so I came here to accompany Chairman Zhao." The head of the Provincial Writers Association corrected solemnly: "Deputy, deputy, Vice Chairman Zhao."

Writer Chen quickly boasted: "Although Chairman Zhao is the vice-chairman, his achievements are positive. Besides, you are the leader of the expert review team of the Baicao Literary Award. Isn't that positive?" Chairman Zhao made Writer Chen scratch his itch, shook his head and laughed, and pointed at Writer Chen: "You, you are indeed the most famous writer in our province." Writer Chen also imitated Chairman Zhao and corrected solemnly: "One, one, one of the most famous writers, these two words must never be missing: one." The female writer also flattered Chairman Zhao coquettishly: "I would like to call you Chairman Zhao, Vice Chairman Zhao, no matter how troublesome it is, I will call you Chairman Zhao."

Others echoed: "Yes, Chairman Zhao, Vice Chairman Zhao sounds very contrived and does not conform to the norms of modern Chinese." Qian Liangliang saw that Writer Chen and these sour literati were so respectful and flattering to Vice Chairman Zhao. When he came, he would not be "too happy and excited", it was just an official position and could not represent his literary achievements.The female writer began to chatter and introduce Chairman Zhao's works to Qian Liangliang. After talking for a while, Qian Liangliang, the deputy head of the Provincial Writers Association and the leader of the expert review team of the Baicao Literary Award, wrote not only one or one Haven't seen it, haven't even heard of it.Seeing Qian Liangliang's bewildered face, the female writer sighed: "Chinese literature is now on the verge of death. A nation that doesn't like reading and doesn't know how to respect culture is sad and hopeless." He took good care of "Chairman Zhao", picked up vegetables, poured wine and handed paper towels, and the service was more thoughtful and meticulous than the waiters specially trained by Qian Liangliang.

Qian Liangliang secretly felt ashamed of the female writer's accusations, and somehow he was included in the group that didn't like reading, didn't know how to respect culture, was sad, and had no hope.After thinking about it again, I am not in their circle anyway, so I can do whatever they want, I just look after them to eat, drink and have fun today, even if I complete the task, I will not mention the word "literature" to others.He didn't mention it, and others will never forget to mention it. A writer who wears glasses and looks like a purebred writer somehow leads the conversation to the issue of the government's influence on literature, both positive and negative. The example of the city government enthusiastically supporting and encouraging literature and writers scolded the Lumen Municipal Party Committee and the city government for neglecting literature and being mean to writers.A professor whose surname is Niu but who looks like a mouse in the Faculty of Liberal Arts of Lumen University refuted the remarks of writers who look like writers, and believed that the approach of the Lumen Municipal Party Committee and the Municipal Government is the real way to return literature to its essential attributes, because literary creation itself It is individual labor, and it is the result of individual relaxation. If the government takes care of it, literature can easily become the government’s mistress, just like the literary creations before the reform and opening up.

The debate between these two people with diametrically opposite views aroused the enthusiastic participation of other writers.A writer who looked like a poet and a painter, except that he was not a writer, shook his long hair like mane, stood up angrily, rattled the wine glass in his hand, and faced the professor and said, "What are you talking about?" Bullshit, writers are starving to death, what literature and creation is there? What is independent spirit? That is a spiritual problem, and it is a different concept from eating and dressing. If I can fucking rely on I will also say this set of bad words when I write post-reading thoughts and pretend to be an authority to deceive students into getting thousands of dollars a month."

Professor Niu, who looked like a mouse, was also angry: "What do you mean cheating students? Who cheated students? There must be evidence for what you say, or I will sue you for defamation." The writer who looks like a writer sneered: "It's not to deceive students, at least it is to deceive people's children. Let me ask you a question: How many writers have you trained in your liberal arts school? You know so much about literature and are so authoritative. You have written all of them. What work? Take it out and let us read it." Is the professor a professor? Faced with this awkward question that is almost unanswerable, he is still plausible: "The school of literature is not a school of writers, and the goal of the school of literature is not to be a writer, but a literary critic and researcher. I haven't even figured out this basic common sense. It is best not to discuss the problems of our liberal arts school."

The writer who doesn't look like a writer retorted: "The parents of the children are the most pitiful. They pay you so much money every year, and you get tens of thousands of dollars in four years, right? What's the use of teaching your children to write after reading? They can't even find a job. , this is not cheating children, it is considered a family willing to beat the family willing to suffer, hahahaha." Professor Niu blushed: "Then you have the ability to ask the Ministry of Education to withdraw the Faculty of Arts." The writer who provoked the controversy, who looked very much like a writer, began to ask for gold and withdraw his troops at this time: "Stop arguing about this issue, who can have the ability to get the Ministry of Education to withdraw the Faculty of Arts? After all, it can't be withdrawn. Who will come after it is withdrawn?" Write a review? By the way, you are called a literary review." Writers who don't look like writers echoed: "In European and American countries, people who have no achievements in literary creation are not qualified to teach literature courses at all, and can only do some theoretical research. That is to say, in China, even a novel like this People who can’t be fooled stand on the university podium and teach writing and literature to students, miracles happen in China.” Professor Niu retorted: "It doesn't matter whether it's after-reading or literary criticism, whether I can write novels or not, I don't know how to read, let alone comment on your masterpieces. I'm too ignorant to comment on you." Another long-faced glasses who did not participate in the debate stood up and acted as a peacemaker with a glass of wine at this time: "Okay, everyone is my teacher, what you say makes sense to me, and I have learned a lot. Come on, my respect!" Everyone, let me do it first as a respect." When Qian Liangliang was in Jinzhou City in the past, he also attended gatherings of literati many times, and he understood that very well. Regardless of his work, if you turn your back on it, you and your own things will become sweet pastries, and other people's things will be stinky dog ​​shit and rotten garbage.However, it is really rare to beat face to face like today.Qian Liangliang didn't know these people well, but he knew that they didn't come here for the sake of quarreling. The real purpose of their gathering here was only clear to the host, Writer Chen.Based on the assessment of the layout characteristics of a Chinese-style dinner, Writer Chen belongs to the setter of the dinner.Bureau Jing is probably the female writer.It will not be clear who belongs to the bureau for a while.But the long-faced glasses is probably a rookie who worships the mountain.As for the others, one can tell at a glance that they are the accompanying guests used by the setters to join in the fun. Sure enough, after the quarrel came to an end, the long-faced glasses began to whisper to Professor Niu, and other people started chatting together. Qian Liangliang happened to be sitting next to the long-faced glasses and Professor Niu, and heard him asking Professor Niu to invite some people to participate in his work Seminar: "This novel of mine is my first novel. Although the impact after publication is not sensational, there are some reactions. The Lizhou Federation of Literary and Art Circles is willing to help me hold a seminar. Please show your face when the time comes." Someone asked, Professor Niu put on a show: "I may not be able to go, I have to check the schedule when the time comes. By the way, you are from Lumen, why Lumen Writers Association doesn't give you a seminar, but Lizhou Writers Association will give you a seminar." What do you do?" Lizhou City is a neighboring city of Lumen City. The long-faced glasses glanced resentfully at Writer Chen, who was whispering to Chairman Zhao of the Provincial Writers Association: "In this world, parents are dead and mothers are married, and individuals care about themselves. They don't care about their works. I also ask I met the leader of the Propaganda Department of the Lizhou Municipal Party Committee. He arranged for it, and I ran the funds myself. If you go, the transportation expenses will definitely be indispensable. I asked the sponsors, and the experts and scholars attending the meeting were 1,000 yuan each, and the special speeches were 2,000 yuan. " Professor Niu looked up and down the long-faced glasses: "What's your last name?" Long-faced glasses quickly took out a business card to Professor Niu: "Newcomer to literature, newcomer to literature." Professor Niu took the business card, looked at it casually, and put it in his pocket: "Okay, give me a copy of your work later, and I will read it carefully, and I have to speak when I go, otherwise what are you going to do? If you have any ideas Give me an outline of what you want me to say, and I will reflect it in my speech." The long-faced glasses immediately became very excited, pouring wine for Professor Niu in a hurry: "Thank you very much, Professor, I am really honored to have someone like you who has the right to speak in literature come to the seminar. " After the two had done it, the long-faced glasses whispered to Professor Niu: "Take what they said just now as fart, they are all foxes who can't eat grapes, ignore them." The two began to scold the writer who had just quarreled with the professor in a low voice.Qian Liangliang disliked these two people a little, and knew that their deal was completed.The seminar on long-faced glasses invited the professor to play the trumpet for him.After the professor went to Lizhou to eat, drink and have fun, he could still get 2,000 yuan in "travel expenses". The writer who looked like a painter gave Qian Liangliang a hand, and winked at Qian Liangliang: "Do you understand?" Qian Liangliang pretended to be stupid: "See what you understand?" The writer whispered: "When that kid sees the editor of the periodical and publishing house, it is like meeting his parents. No, he is even more attentive than meeting his own parents. He is trying his best to flatter horses. Trash is sent out as a work, ugly and shameless." Qian Liangliang didn't say a word, looking at the cheerful and energetic long-faced glasses, but felt sad.