Chapter 270 The Man with the Gun Meets the Man with the Pen

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

Only one short story was published in "Military News", "Huzi of Jiangmen - A Note on the Fighting Hero Lan Fanghu".

Although this article won him a lot of praise, Reporter Li became more and more confused.

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-in-chief's office, there were 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.

He could only turn his attention to Chief Editor Jiang.

"It's useless to look 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.

Beside the stream, 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 the martyrs for burial 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 are going to the Miao Village to attend the market, and I will go with them.

In the market, I happened to see a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old who wanted to buy eggs from an old lady.

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 send 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 talented."

"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 sees and hears. 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.

"I 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 knead 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 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," Editor-in-Chief 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 led the applause to Lao Cai:

"It is not only a sharp blade, but also a sharp blade that cuts through the thorns for the frontline soldiers."

In 1982, after two years of precipitation, Li Cunbao met Zhang Shouren, the editor of "October" during an outing.

Faced with Zhang Shouren's request for an article, Li Cunbao finally talked to him about his long-conceived novel "The Wreath under the Mountain".

Compared to himself two years ago, Comrade Li Cunbao has learned to "bring reality into ideals".

The incident of the cadre's children changing jobs before the battle, which he had always wanted to expose, was also adapted by him into a successful transformation of a person:

[First racking his brains to seek a job change, then charging into battle regardless of his own comfort, and actively repaying the debts for the martyrs' families after the war, and insisting on defending the injustice of the sacrificed comrades. 】

After listening to Li Cunbao's narration, Zhang Shouren, with tears in his eyes, encouraged him to start writing immediately.

So after the class ended, Li Cunbao did not rush back to the army, but stayed in Yanjing for more than half a month to finish his long-brewing novel in one go.

After sending it to Zhang Shouren, Editor Zhang, who kept his promise, published "The Wreath Under the Mountain" in the pages of "October" without changing a word.

The son of a cadre who was transferred to a new job at the last minute, the duds produced during the war, and the bloody martyrs who owed bills, these interview records that Jiangshan did not find at the moment, immediately let the people see a different frontline novel after the novel was published.

A wave of "wreaths" soon spread in society.

The relay printing of various publishing houses made this "Wreath Under the Mountain" published 11 million copies that year.

In order to obtain the film and television adaptation rights of "Wreath", all film studios were busy contacting Li Cunbao for a while.

But unexpectedly, the film and television adaptation rights of "The Garland Under the Mountain" finally fell into the hands of Shanghai Film Studio, while the "August 1st" Studio, which was close to the water tower, was unexpectedly eliminated.

The reason was that at the most critical moment, Xie Jin, the director of Shanghai Film Studio, sent a telegram of up to 600 words to Comrade Li Cunbao.

In this expensive telegram, there was a sentence that completely moved Li Cunbao.

[As long as you give me "The Garland Under the Mountain", I promise to be as faithful to the original novel as possible. ]

Before Xie Jin appeared, no film studio was willing to make a promise to him.

God knows how many high-level people Xie Jin and the leaders of Shanghai Film Studio would play Tai Chi with for this simple promise.

But in the end, Director Xie not only said it, but also did it.

In this movie that 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 a war really breaks out, we, the grandsons of the farmers, will have to rely on them. 】

【I don't believe that 20 billion yuan can't buy him a bundle of sugarcane. 】

【Among the 6,000 soldiers killed in the war, more than 500 died in the inferior weapons of their own country. 】

【Damn it, she came to me through the back door. The more she loves her son, the more I want her son to be the first to carry the explosives. 】

These deafening lines, after the release of the movie "The Wreath under the Mountain", not only received a huge response, but also put a lot of post-war real problems on the table and put them on the agenda.

When the movie was released, the pension of an ordinary soldier was only 550 yuan, and even the division-level cadres only had 700 yuan.

But not long after that, the standard of pension was significantly increased.

The original 550 yuan pension for ordinary soldiers was raised to 2,000 yuan after several times.

At that time, it happened to be the moment when the Laoshan battle was about to start.

"If reporter Li also has this plan," Jiang Shan reminded 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 without changing a word, right, editor-in-chief?"

After speaking, Jiang Shan looked at the boss.

"That's right," Jiang Hai nodded in agreement: "As long as he is willing to write, we will help him publish it."

"Okay," Cai Wensheng took on the task: "I will continue to contact him."

...

In the Light Industry Bureau of Pujiang City, Director Xu, who was sitting in the conference room, was rubbing his forehead.

At the meeting that just ended, the leader from Yanjing announced a decision.

[The Aid Vietnam Match Factory, which was founded in 1955, was immediately merged into the Pujiang Import and Export Management Office. 】

And this import and export office just fell under the jurisdiction of Director Xu.

"Director Xu, the meeting has been adjourned."

When only his immediate superior was left in the conference room, Section Chief Han, who was standing behind Director Xu, couldn't help but remind him.

"Alas~"

After a long sigh, Director Xu stood up: "Let's go too."

On the way back to the office, Section Chief Han frowned like Director Xu:

"Director Xu, have you thought about how to arrange this match factory?"

"If I remember correctly, there are 14 match factories in our city, right?"

"You are indeed right, that's it, not including those small workshops run by the lanes."

"Do you know about the Vietnam aid match factory?"

"It was originally a unit directly managed by Yanjing, how can we know about it?"

"Take some time to go and see it as soon as possible..."

In the early days of reform and opening up, Pujiang's development has always been in the ranks of lagging behind.

The biggest reason is that there are too many enterprises and institutions with too large a number and size.

Just as Director Xu slowly stepped into the office, he found that there was a comrade sitting in the room with a more twisted brow than him.

"Director Xu, you are finally back."

Director Lu of the White Rabbit Candy Factory immediately greeted Director Xu as soon as he saw him.

"Old Lu," Director Xu paused: "Why are you here?"

Section Chief Han on the side also pushed 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 go and take a look?"

"I came here for this matter." Director Lu has been waiting here for almost two hours.

"What's the matter?"

Director Xu, who had just sat down, stood up again: "Is there something wrong with the new packaging of White Rabbit?"

"That's not the case," Director Lu said quickly:

"There is no problem with the new packaging, but there is a big problem with the new advertisement in Xiangjiang."