Chapter 392: Workers' Congress

Before Zhou Yan arrived at his office, he heard Tchaikovsky's "June Barcarolle" coming from inside.

No need to ask, it must be Yu Hua and the others who came. Apart from Yu Hua and the others, no one else would come to his office to listen to music.

He pushed the door open and saw Yu Hua and Shi Tiesheng, each holding a cigarette, quietly listening to the music.

Seeing that they were listening intently, Zhou Yan did not speak, but walked gently behind the desk and put down the documents in his hand.

Yu Hua saw Zhou Yan and said, "Have you finished the audition?"

"Yeah." Zhou Yan nodded and joked, "You came here at this time to get a free dinner, right?"

Yu Hua pouted and said, "You should be content that I didn't come to get a free lunch. We originally wanted to go to the next door to join in the fun and watch the audition, but now we think about it and forget it."

"If you want to join in the fun, you should come in the morning. There are not many people in the afternoon." Zhou Yan poured himself a cup of tea, "You didn't come here just to get a free dinner, did you?"

"What do you mean by free dinner? We are here to talk about business. The time for the writers' congress has been decided, so we came to discuss it with you."

"When exactly?" Zhou Yan asked.

"December 16th to 20th."

Hearing this time, Zhou Yan frowned, because he originally planned to go to the filming site of "Titanic" during that period. Now it seems that going to the set will have to be postponed.

In theory, a "half-writer" like Zhou Yan does not need to join in the fun of the writers' congress. His fame in the literary circle is not enough. He doesn't have many friends in the literary circle, mainly Yu Hua, Shi Tiesheng and Su Tong.

But last year, the Writers Association took him and Yu Hua very seriously and brought them to the Writers Association, with the purpose of letting them participate in this session of the Writers Congress. And it is said that the old minister Wang Meng also spoke about their joining the Writers Association.

The key is that the Writers Congress is held at his doorstep, and it would not be good if he didn't go.

"Since the time is set, then we can go together at that time. What are you discussing?"

"I just want to ask how you are going there, do you want to go with the Jiangsu Writers Association?"

The Writers Congress is divided into regions, and generally the writers associations of each province send representatives to Yanjing to participate in the Writers Congress together. In this way, it involves the question of who to represent.

For example, Yu Hua is from Zhejiang, and he should be with the ZJ Provincial Delegation, but he is not a member of the ZJ Provincial Writers Association, so he will not go with the ZJ Provincial Delegation, but go directly.

Zhou Yan is different from Yu Hua. He is not only a member of the Chinese Writers Association, but also a member of the Jiangsu Writers Association. Su Tong said before that when the Jiangsu Writers Association delegation comes, he should be taken with them.

"I'll see the news from Jiangsu Province. If they want to take me, I'll go with them. Anyway, whether I go or not is just nominal. I'll just go directly from here."

Shi Tiesheng smiled and said, "I think you might as well not represent Jiangsu Province, so that they can have one more quota and bring one more person."

Zhou Yan nodded. Shi Tiesheng's words made sense. The quota and funds of the delegations of writers' associations in various places are fixed. If Zhou Yan joins, the Jiangsu Writers Association will take one person away.

He originally joined the Jiangsu Writers Association just to get a name. He had no intersection with the writers in Jiangsu Province, so naturally there would be no conflicts of interest. But if he took up a quota, he might not offend anyone.

Although it was just one person who was taken away, it might offend more than one person.

Although Zhou Yan is not afraid of offending people, this matter is meaningless to him, and there is no need to offend people because of this.

Yu Hua is particularly disgusted with these things, and curled his lips and said, "I said, joining the Writers Association is not necessarily a good thing. When there are too many people, things will become very troublesome, and there will be more things to guard against."

Shi Tiesheng put out the cigarette butt in his hand and smiled, "People are like magnets, dragging on the beach. The farther they drag, the more iron filings they will get on their bodies. One day, the magnet will be exhausted and the iron filings will naturally scatter. It's okay to attract all iron filings, but if you are not careful, you will get something else."

"Does a person have to be a magnet?"

"That's not necessarily the case. It can also be iron filings. It can also be other things, such as a pile of smelly dog ​​shit." When he said the last sentence, Shi Tiesheng laughed first.

Yu Hua rolled his eyes, "Tie Sheng, you are talking more and more out of tune now. Who did this dog offend? It has to be dog shit, not other shit?"

"It doesn't have to be dog shit. The main thing is that when I was playing in the sand before, I always encountered dog shit. Dogs like to bury shit in the sand."

This made Yu Hua nod in agreement, "This is indeed a portrayal of realism."

"This is called talking from experience."

...

Zhou Yan couldn't help but roll his eyes. They were still talking about the Workers' Congress the previous second, and they started talking about dog shit the next second.

The key is that when they were talking about dog shit, Tchaikovsky's "June Barcarolle" was still floating in the room. No matter how much sadness this song contained, it was washed away by their conversation.

Zhou Yan had no intention of participating in the discussion of dog shit with them. He just got up and walked to the side of the stereo and stopped the music. He was worried that if this continued, he would hear "June Barcarolle" again in the future, and dog shit would come to his mind.

He had just turned off the music when he heard Yu Hua say, "We are just going to the Writers' Congress to join in the fun, but many of our acquaintances will be there, so we can have a good time together. I haven't seen some of them for a long time, and I miss them a lot."

Shi Tiesheng exposed him directly, "I think you want to play cards."

"Playing cards is just a way to connect with each other emotionally."

Zhou Yan looked at Yu Hua, thinking that this guy might be too idle recently, and he had to find something for him to do quickly.

The release of "Xu Sanguan's Story of Selling Blood" in Korea has basically been settled, and it should be released by the end of the year. Next year, Zhou Yan plans to arrange several book signings for Yu Hua in Korea.

I will look for opportunities later to translate Yu Hua's other works into English, sell them to the United States, and arrange some activities for him in the United States.

At this time, Yu Hua didn't know that Zhou Yan was planning on him. He was excitedly thinking about who he should play cards with Shi Tiesheng during the congress.

"When the time comes, just pull Su Tong up and find one or two more..."

After saying that, Yu Hua looked at Zhou Yan again, "Forget it, you are the audience every time."

Zhou Yan shrugged, "If you want to win my money, there's no way."

"Among my friends, you are the richest, but you don't show up, which makes people feel like they have no way to start."

Shi Tiesheng teased, "Zhou Yan just doesn't play cards. It's not that he doesn't know how to play. Based on his memory, you can only strengthen his treasure mountain by playing cards with him."

"Tiesheng, you are just saying this. Playing cards is not just about who has a good memory, but also a sense of unity between man and nature. Bi Feiyu, you know, that guy is better at counting cards than anyone else, but he has ten At least six of the cards were lost.”

"You even got into metaphysics while playing cards, and the unity of heaven and man came out."

"Hey, what he said about the unity of heaven and man is luck."

Yu Hua said confidently, "Yes, this is what playing cards depends on. And luck can be divided into two parts, one is luck, and the other is qi. Let's not talk about luck. It cannot be controlled by human beings, but qi is different. Qi includes Many things, such as momentum, rhythm..."

Every time when the topic of playing cards comes up, Yu Hua gets very excited and talks eloquently.

Yu Hua was talking happily when Wang Zuxian walked in with Chen Derong.

Seeing the two of them, Wang Zuxian was not surprised at all. He smiled and said hello, "Brother Yu, Brother Tiesheng, you are also here."

Seeing Wang Zuxian and the others, Yu Hua stopped talking and replied with a smile, "Xiao Xian is here."

Shi Tiesheng smiled and nodded in response, "Hello."

Wang Zuxian also took the opportunity to introduce Chen Derong, "This is one of my younger sisters, Chen Derong. Xiaorong, this is brother Yu Hua, and brother Shi Tiesheng, they are both very powerful writers."

"I'm embarrassed to say that." Yu Hua smiled and waved his hands, then looked at Chen Derong and asked in surprise, "Did you act in "Plum Blossom Brand"?"

Chen Derong nodded, "Well, I acted."

Zhou Yan said with a smile, "You have also watched "Plum Blossom Brand"."

"I rarely watch TV series, but this TV series is so popular that you can watch it everywhere. Your sister-in-law also likes to watch it, and she even praised the heroine for her beauty. I didn't expect that I would see the heroine today. I It’s also thanks to you that I’ve met many big stars.”

Yu Hua was being humble when he said this. Even without Zhou Yan, he had met many big stars.

Just the movie "Alive" allowed him to meet the most famous actors and actresses in the mainland today.

No matter how famous Chen Derong is, he can't compare to Gong Li.

But what Yu Hua said is correct. After "Plum Blossom Brand" was aired, it became very popular, especially among some female viewers.

Many people look down on Qiong Yao, but it has to be said that Qiong Yao's dramas are the absolute traffic king in this era. Her routines have completely grasped the pulse of the audience in this era.

Facing Yu Hua's praise, Chen Derong also said humbly, "I don't dare to call myself a big star in front of you."

Yu Hua was not a person who liked to talk, so he smiled and shook his head, and said to Wang Zuxian, "You should not leave this time. The filming of the movie will start soon."

"Well, this time I have joined the team, and all subsequent actions will be under the command of Director Zhou. I can go wherever he asks me to go." Wang Zuxian joked.

Hearing Wang Zuxian's words, Yu Hua showed a meaningful smile.

He had always felt that there was some unexplainable ambiguity between Zhou Yan and Wang Zuxian, which sounded like a husband and a wife, and maybe the rumors in the market were true.

Zhou Yan also saw the smile on Yu Hua's face. He changed the subject and asked, "What do you two want to see me for now?"

"I heard the auditions are over, so I came here to ask, how was it today?"

"Well, it's not bad, but we have to wait until we watch today's audition video before we can say the final result." Zhou Yan nodded, and then raised his hand to ask them to sit down, "Sit down and chat, it's almost time for dinner, let's go eat together later. , you are here today, the cafeteria will have extra meals today."

"Don't tell me, it's like we're just here to share the meal... What's the extra meal? Is there any braised pork?"

"There must be."

Yu Hua nodded with satisfaction, "The chefs in your cafeteria are very well recruited, and the braised pork is done well."

Zhou Yan and Yu Hua are very different when it comes to eating, but they both like the same dish, which is braised pork.

Earlier, the reason why Zhou Yan went to Yanjing Factory to get rice every day was because the braised pork in their factory was very good. Because he had a sweet mouth and was able to get things done, the big brothers and sisters who cooked rice were willing to give him more.

Later, Zhou Yan didn't go over much, and they still talked about him all the time.

"I opened a bottle of Wuliangye before, and there is still half a bottle in the canteen. Do you want to drink it tonight?" Zhou Yan asked with a smile.

Zhou Yan's proposal made Yu Hua eager to make a move, but after thinking about it, he still rejected the temptation, "I have to go home early tonight, save the wine for next time, let's drink together next time."

"The crew will go to Pengcheng in a while, I'm afraid I won't have time to drink with you for a while."

"It doesn't matter, then wait until the Writers' Congress opens, it will be lively with more people, but half a bottle of wine won't be enough then."

"Well, I can still afford the wine." Zhou Yan suddenly realized, "That's not right, they come to the Writers' Congress, why do they need me to entertain them?"

"I can't help it, who told you that you are the best man in the world." Yu Hua directly put a high hat on Zhou Yan's head.

Chen Derong, who was next to them, couldn't help but curiously asked, "What is the Writers' Congress?"

"It's the National Congress of the Chinese Writers Association." Wang Zuxian smiled and explained to her, and then asked, "This year is the fifth session, right? Has the time been determined?"

"Yes, the time is set, starting on December 16th." Yu Hua said.

Chen Derong couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, thinking that it's different to fall in love with a writer. Even the Writers' Congress knows about it.

But it was only at this time that Chen Derong realized that Zhou Yan was also a writer.

Zhou Yan's identity as a writer is known to more people in the mainland and Japan, but fewer people in Taiwan know about it, because Zhou Yan's novels have not been published there, and even the movie "Tree Hole" is not well-known in Taiwan.

As for Yu Hua and Shi Tiesheng, Chen Derong has never heard of them.

The literary circle and the film and television circle certainly have intersections, but Chen Derong's only intersection with the literary circle is Qiong Yao, and the popular literary circle and the serious literary circle are clearly divided.

Speaking of which, Chen Derong now has Zhou Yan as a connection in the serious literary circle.

Chen Derong showed great curiosity about a circle that she didn't know much about, and then asked, "Is this Writers' Congress large in scale?"

Zhou Yan nodded, "Big, very big, the kind of scale that can be seen on the news broadcast."

The Writers' Congress is not just a meeting of the Writers Association itself, and the participants are not just writers, but also politicians from all walks of life. There will also be speeches by national leaders. It can be said to be the highest-level event in the literary and art world. (End of this chapter)