Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

Lin Zhengjun originally thought that the conditions of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles were poor, but when he asked all the way to the Huanghuai Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles, he realized that the conditions of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles were already good.

The Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles only has a two-story building with a yard of only more than 20 acres of land. The building has been in disrepair for many years, and the gray bricks are full of mottled marks. The paint on the door has fallen off a lot, revealing the original wood color inside.

"Master, I'm Chu Kuangren, also known as Lin Zhengjun, I'm here to see you all!"

Lin Zhengjun walked to the guard room and saw a skinny old man in his fifties or sixties serving as the guard as usual. He was humble and courteous.

"Hey, Chairman Lin!"

The security guard stood up in awe, ran out, opened the iron gate, held Lin Zhengjun's hand tightly with both hands, and shook it excitedly: "Everyone has been looking forward to your coming! Me too, I have heard of your great name for a long time! You are so young and handsome!"

His expression was exaggerated yet sincere.

Of course there is an element of performance involved. After all, Lin Zhengjun is now a leader, so leaving a good impression is not a bad thing.

But some of it did come from the heart. After all, Lin Zhengjun's strength was indeed strong!

Although he debuted only half a year ago, he has published so many blockbuster works, and has received high praise both among readers and in the theoretical community.

Lin Zhengjun's arrival at the Federation of Literary and Art Circles caused a sensation.

Not only the staff and professional writers of the Writers Association, but also the leading members of the association, including dramatists, artists, musicians, etc., all rushed out of their offices.

As many as twenty or thirty people surrounded Lin Zhengjun, asking him all sorts of questions and expressing their respect and admiration for him.

"Teacher Lin, please give me an autograph!"

"Lin Zhengjun, Teacher Tang, let's take a photo together!" Especially the little girls, they turned into fangirls, staring straight at Lin Zhengjun.

Lin Zhengjun and Tang Xiaofu were not intimidated and signed autographs, took photos and fulfilled everyone's wishes.

Wang Guanghua, the full-time chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and a veteran writer, shook Lin Zhengjun's hand and said, "Zhengjun, it's not easy for you to come here!"

"Haha, I want to come see you guys too, but I'm so busy that I can't leave!"

"I understand, I understand! You are a busy man!"

Lin Zhengjun's position in the Federation of Literary and Art Circles was originally a mascot, adding luster to the city's literary and artistic undertakings, and he did not manage specific affairs.

In this situation, "old men" like Wang Guanghua are happy to see it happen.

Lin Zhengjun is too detached. He will only strive to gain many benefits and honors for them, but will not seize their interests.

After they sat down in the office, Wang Guanghua made tea for them.

Then, he handed three red rubber-covered work permits to Lin Zhengjun and Tang Xiaofu respectively.

Lin Zhengjun's two books both have a two-inch black-and-white photo pasted on them. One of them says he is vice chairman of the Huanghuai Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and the other says he is vice chairman of the Huanghuai Writers Association. Both have administrative levels of deputy director, and are stamped with red stamps.

Lin Zhengjun was very happy. Having a work permit not only meant that you were a person with status, but it also brought many concrete and practical conveniences.

Tang Xiaofu was also surprised when she opened her own book. She said, "That's not right. How come I'm the vice chairman of the Municipal Writers Association, and even at the deputy section level?"

Wang Guanghua smiled and said, "Tang Zhiqing, this matter was discussed by the two leaders Zhu Huaijing and Bai Zhiyuan on the way back to the city after visiting you that day!"

"Why? Originally, what we discussed was that I am just a member of the Writers Association, not running a husband-and-wife shop in the Writers Association!" Tang Xiaofu wondered.

Wang Guanghua said: "After discussing it, we decided to not consider qualifications but only performance. Tang Zhiqing, you are qualified!"

"Another thing, County Magistrate Bai said that since you guys travel a lot, it would be more convenient to get an administrative level so you can take a train, a plane, or stay in a hotel!"

Tang Xiaofu wanted to be polite, but Lin Zhengjun said, "Forget it, don't say it. This is also the good intention of the leaders! We can only write well and produce more good works to repay the leaders' kindness!"

"That's right!" Wang Guanghua was very happy.

Then he instructed the clerk to prepare food in the canteen.

In order to entertain Lin Zhengjun, the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles spent a lot of money this time. The lunch included meat, fish and chicken, and the staple food was dumplings. It was a very rich meal.

Lin Zhengjun and Tang Xiaofu wanted to leave after dinner.

Who would have thought that Wang Guanghua would say with a smile: "Zhengjun, now that you are here, you must give us a literature lecture and guide us in our writing!"

Tang Xiaofu was speechless for a moment. She glanced at Lin Zhengjun and thought, "You still want to eat for free? Aren't you just trying to make a living?"

Lin Zhengjun's mouth twitched, but seeing Wang Guanghua's expectant eyes, he could only smile and said, "Haha, we are both vice chairmen of the Writers Association, and we receive allowances and enjoy level treatment. It is our duty!"

Wang Guanghua was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately went out excitedly and asked the creators to show their works to Lin Zhengjun.

After lunch, Lin Zhengjun and Tang Xiaofu, accompanied by Wang Guanghua, came to the conference room. At this time, a group of creators and professional writers had already arrived.

There were a total of more than a dozen short and medium-length novels, poems and essays placed on the table. Fortunately, there was no novel, otherwise Lin Zhengjun would have cried to death!

So, Lin Zhengjun and Tang Xiaofu started to read these works and gave some suggestions for revision.

Lin Zhengjun’s response was quite conservative, and was basically based on encouragement.

Literary concepts cannot be changed overnight.

Besides, there is no best in literature and no fixed rules for literature. Artistic standards exist objectively, but they are not so easy to measure objectively.

There is no need to argue over such a small matter. If those young writers are willing to seek advice, he will say a few more words.

Whenever the other party was a little angry or objected, Lin Zhengjun would always say, "Yes, yes, yes, you are right, everything you said is right!"

……

The next day at four o'clock in the afternoon, in the provincial capital.

Lin Zhengjun and Tang Xiaofu carried their simple luggage and left Shangdu Railway Station.

Yesterday afternoon, when they finished tutoring those young literary people, it was already evening. When they went to check their train tickets, they were sold out, so they had to stay the night at the Huanghuai City Guesthouse.

Taking this opportunity, Lin Zhengjun and Tang Xiaofu went to see He Jian again.

In the evening, the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles hosted a party and Lin Zhengjun invited He Jian to have a drink at a state-owned restaurant, which made up for the regret of not meeting during the Spring Festival.

Lin Zhengjun and Tang Xiaofu came to the bus stop, checked the bus to the No. 4 National Cotton Mill, got on it, and then soon arrived at the No. 4 National Cotton Mill.

The No. 4 National Cotton Mill is very grand, with factory buildings stacked one on top of another. Standing at the door, one can't see the end at all. It is much larger than the Beijing Film Studio.

Now is the boom time for the textile industry!

The strength of the unit can also be seen from the staffing of the security guards, who are all handsome young men in their twenties, unlike some poor units where all they have are old men.

The deployment of this kind of young people, on the one hand, shows that the unit has a relatively affluent economic income and a solid family foundation; on the other hand, it shows that the unit is relatively important and requires good security.

Lin Zhengjun presented his ID as usual. When a guard saw it, he was shocked: "Oh my God? A writer? I actually saw a living writer!"