Chapter 789 Bullying Primary School Students
The Da Jia Red River Literature Award was first established and attracted the attention of the domestic literary world because of the huge prize of 100,000 yuan. However, this award is after all new, and the organizer Da Jia magazine is not well-known and has little influence in the domestic literary world. Overall, its value is not high.
A few days after everyone started talking about the Red River Literature Award, news came about the long-dormant Yanbing Literature Award.
After a lapse of four years, this most authoritative literary award in the Chinese literary world finally held another awards ceremony.
The fourth Yanbing Literature Award exuded a unique atmosphere from the very beginning of the award ceremony.
In fact, it cannot be said that it started from the fourth session. In fact, according to the original rules of the Yanbing Literature Award, the award is given every three years. The first two sessions were normal, but starting from the third session, the work selection period was extended to 4 years, from 1985 to 1988. The convention has been broken.
It takes a lot of hard work for many people to establish rules, but it only takes once to break them.
The selection period for this year's award is directly set at 1989 to 1994, a time span of as long as six years.
The works recommended for the Yanbing Literature Award are jointly recommended by literary associations, cultural departments, local publishing houses and large-scale literary publications across the country. As a leader in the domestic literary field, Guowen Publishing House has always had a heavy say in recommending works.
Guowen Publishing House publishes hundreds of literary works every year, many of which are highly acclaimed, but they are just a publishing house after all, and it is impossible for them to occupy all the quotas.
On the eve of submitting works, the Guowen Publishing House office would receive a large number of calls almost every day.
Without exception, the calls were from writers from all over the country. The purpose of these people calling was, of course, to apply for the qualification to win the Yanbing Literature Award.
In theory, it is the publisher's business to decide what works to submit, and writers should also be aware of the quality, evaluation and influence of their own works. However, in the face of fame and fortune, very few people can truly remain indifferent.
This situation has become the norm that Guowen Publishing House has to face before submitting submissions for each Yanbing Literature Award.
Lin Weimin is the editor-in-chief of Guowen Publishing House. If this matter is brought up, there will probably be a lot of people asking him about it.
But his conflict with the Yanbing Literature Award is public. The award has already announced that it will not participate in the selection of the Yanbing Literature Award. Who would offend him and come to him to ask such a question?
This has been a tough time for the editors in the company, especially some senior editors and editor-in-chief. Everyone has been frowning over this matter these days.
"Editor-in-chief!" Zhao Xin walked into the office and called Lin Weimin, with a hint of sadness in her tone.
"What's wrong?"
"The list of nominees for the Yanbing Literature Award is out."
Zhao Xin handed over the list. This list was determined by the directors and deputy editors-in-chief of each editorial department in the publishing house. Lin Weimin took a quick look and saw that there were as many as 22 departments on the list.
Lin Weimin said unhappily, "These people, do you think the award is given by our Chinese Literature Society?"
The number of books submitted for the Yanbing Literature Award in previous years has basically been just over 100, and the last time the Literary Association's award studio received a total of 104 submissions.
According to the figures from the previous session, the books submitted by Guowen Publishing House this time accounted for more than one-fifth of the entire award.
No matter how prestigious the Guowen Publishing House is, it is impossible for them to make the jury accept all of these works!
"We have discussed this several times, and the number of places has been simplified," Zhao Xin explained.
“Is that how they simplify it?”
Zhao Xin was helpless, she knew that delivering the list was not an easy job, but those guys were cunning and worked together to push this difficult task onto her, and she couldn't get rid of it.
After being scolded for a while, Zhao Xin said, "Then I'll take it back and let everyone discuss it again."
Lin Weimin said, "No need. It's a waste of time to let them discuss it. They won't be able to come up with anything."
As he spoke, he crossed out the list with the pen in his hand.
When the list returned to Zhao Xin, the number had been reduced by more than half, leaving only 10.
Zhao Xin was secretly shocked. The leader was really not afraid of offending people!
She stood there for a few seconds holding the report list, and Lin Weimin asked, "Anything else?"
Zhao Xin came back to her senses and said "It's okay", but she couldn't help asking, "Editor-in-chief, if we cross out 12 people at once, what will these writers do if they have objections?"
"Any opinions? Feel free to raise them."
Translated, this can be understood as: Who in this hall is suing me?
Who should I talk to if I have any opinions? Of course, to my boss!
Who is the leader? Editor-in-Chief Lin!
It’s all in vain!
Zhao Xin understood what her leader meant and stopped talking. She left the office, copied the list again, and was about to send it to the Writers Association when she was surrounded by several editorial directors.
"Xiao Zhao, what did the editor-in-chief of the list say?"
"Let's see the list!"
As soon as Zhao Xin saw this bunch of old foxes, he was furious. I was the one who did all the bad things, and you guys were all the good guys!
However, thinking about the scene of the editor-in-chief's pen scratching on the list, her anger quickly turned into a sense of gloating, and she handed the list out lightly.
Several people grabbed a piece of paper and almost buried their heads in it.
"Ouch! This is too cruel. It just slashed half way down."
"Why bother? Just report it. It's the business of the Literature Association if they decide to screen it out. It has nothing to do with us."
Several editorial directors complained about Lin Weimin's inhumanity, but Zhao Xin despised these old foxes and snatched the list. She scolded them, "Otherwise, you can only be directors! Look at your awareness. It's true that we submitted the list, but when you sent it to them, they crossed it out. You didn't offend anyone, but it was our Chinese Literature Press that was embarrassed."
The old guys didn't feel ashamed, but teased Zhao Xin, "Hey, Xiao Zhao really deserves to be a leader, he has a high level of awareness!"
Zhao Xin was too lazy to argue with these old foxes. He rolled his eyes at them and headed straight for the Literary Association.
The office of the Association is located at No. 10, Nanli, Agricultural Exhibition Hall, in the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles building.
The Writers Publishing House, where the late Lao Rong once worked, is on the fourth floor of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles Building.
Zhao Xin walked into the Federation of Literary and Art Circles building, went to the third floor, and knocked on the door of an office with a sign hanging on it that read: Yanbing Literature Award Judging Office.
After entering the office, Zhao Xin found the contact staff and handed her the list submitted by Guowen Publishing House.
The staff member was a young girl in her twenties. She glanced at the books on the list and said with a smile, "Your Guowen Press is really powerful. You submitted so many good works at once. "White Deer Plain", "Dust Settles", "Abandoned City", "Emperor Yongzheng", "The Last Hun", "Crying in the Rain", "Turmoil of Autumn", "War and Man"... Yeah, I've read them all!"
When Zhao Xin heard this, a smug smile appeared on his face. This is the foundation of the Chinese Literature Society.
She hasn’t even mentioned that this is the result after Editor-in-Chief Lin crossed out most of it!
"Huh? Why isn't there any work by Lin Weimin?"
The little girl's question froze the smile on Zhao Xin's face. Is this girl really stupid or pretending to be stupid? Why didn't you submit the work to the editor-in-chief? Don't you have any idea about this in the award office?
Zhao Xin was hesitating whether to give the girl a lesson when the office door was suddenly pushed open and an old man in his fifties walked in.
"Director!" the little girl shouted.
Zhao Xin occasionally came to the award office to do some work and recognized the old man. This was Chen Changben, the deputy director of the jury and also an important leader of this session of the Literary Association.
Chen Changben also recognized Zhao Xin and asked with a smile, "Are you here to deliver the list?"
"yes."
Chen Changben asked the little girl for the list submitted by the Chinese Literature Society, and frowned after taking a look at it. "Is your Chief Editor Lin really not going to sign up?"
Zhao Xin didn't dare to say anything and just nodded and said "hmm".
Chen Changben sighed helplessly, "We are all family, why are we getting so angry?"
Zhao Xin couldn't help but complain in her heart, why didn't you treat the editor-in-chief as a family member when judging the awards?
Realizing that it was useless to tell Zhao Xin, Chen Changben took another look at the list and said with a smile: "This year's batch of your company is really elite, and none of the works are easy to deal with!"
Zhao Xin smiled and said, "This is still conservative. Many works are not included."
Chen Changben said: "Then I have to thank you, the Chinese Literature Society, for showing mercy on behalf of other units!"
After joking a few words, Zhao Xin returned to the Guowen Publishing House. As soon as he entered the office, he heard everyone discussing the list of nominees for the Yanbing Literature Award.
During the two hours she spent at the Writers Association, the news that Lin Weimin had swept away most of the applicants with a single stroke of his pen had spread throughout the National Literature Society.
Everyone admires Chief Editor Lin's courage, but what they are most concerned about is the consequences of doing so.
Writers are not indifferent to fame and fortune. On the contrary, they are quite petty in some aspects.
"I guess the editor-in-chief will be hated this time."
"When you do something, it's inevitable that people will hate you. All these works were submitted, but the award office rejected a lot of them. It's embarrassing for our company! You all know that the editor-in-chief and the jury don't get along."
"Hey, this is really strange. In fact, the editor-in-chief has good relationships with many people. How did it get to this point?"
"When a person is alone, he is a human being. But once he enters the system, he becomes a social animal."
“Insightful!”
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Lin Weimin's dismissal of many works naturally aroused the disgust of some writers, but it was also because of his impartiality that Guowen Publishing House shined in the evaluation process of this year's Yanbing Literature Award.
On October 15, the Yanbing Literature Award Reading Class gathered at the Yenching College of Socialism. The reading class consists of 23 members and is an external organization for the Yanbing Literature Award selection. Most of its members are professional critics from various literary institutions and colleges and universities, and there are also some writers among them.
In the next half month, the reading class will focus on reading the 112 novels nominated for this year's Yanbing Literature Award.
It is a very challenging task to complete the reading and evaluation of 112 novels within half a month.
It is impossible for every member of the reading class to read every novel, so the reading of novels is carried out in groups.
Even though 12 works were rejected, Guowen Publishing House still led the way among many institutions with the 10 works it submitted.
Moreover, many of the works they submitted are also the most concerned by all members of the reading class.
His many classic works, such as "White Deer Plain", "The Dust Settles", "Emperor Yongzheng", "The Last Hun", "War and People", etc., have not only won the love of countless readers in China, but also created an excellent reputation in the literary world.
Cheng Jiangong is one of the members of this reading class, and his group happens to be responsible for several novels published by Guowen Publishing House.
Most members of the reading class had read quite a few works that were submitted for the competition, especially those submitted by Guowen Publishing House. After several years of sedimentation, they have become widely known and have a huge influence, and almost everyone has read them.
Therefore, during the reading process, the atmosphere in the reading group was quite relaxed.
Cheng Jiangong is a writer, but none of his works have been selected for this year's Yanbing Literature Award. He has dealt with Lin Weimin, and he also helped Pan Yaoming of the Joint Publishing Company in Hong Kong to invite Lin Weimin and others to visit Hong Kong.
He put down the book in his hand and sighed softly, "It's difficult!"
Lei Da, who was standing by, raised his eyes from the book when he heard his words and said, "It is indeed a bit difficult. There are so many good works."
Cheng Jiangong shook his head and said, "I'm not talking about the difficulty of screening."
"What's the meaning?"
"I mean it's difficult for other units to submit works."
As Cheng Jiangong spoke, he showed the "Emperor Yongzheng" in his hand to Lei Da, "This "Emperor Yongzheng" alone is enough to stand out from the crowd. The quality of the works of the Guowen Society this year is too high. I'm really afraid that they will take all the awards!"
Lei Da is a writer, editor, and critic, but he is best known as a critic. He has read many of the works submitted by Guowen Publishing House many times, and he couldn't help but laugh when he heard Cheng Jiangong's words.
"It does feel a bit like college students bullying elementary school students. However, the works are here, and the quality is beyond doubt, so we still have to review them."
Cheng Jiangong smiled and said, "In my opinion, White Deer Plain and The Dust Settles will definitely take two seats, and Emperor Yongzheng, War and Man, and Autumn of Turmoil are also seed candidates. Yu Hua's Shouting in the Rain and Huang Anyi's Documentary and Fiction suffer from unpleasant styles..."
"There are still many works that have not been submitted. I heard that Lin Weimin won 12 novels this time. These are all seed candidates selected from the best by Guowen Publishing House."
“So I’m saying that it’s not only difficult for us to select and evaluate, but the most difficult part is for other applicants, who are basically just runners-up.”
He joked with Lei Da for a while, then said with some regret: "It's a pity for Lin Weimin. Any of his novels would have met the criteria for selection."
Hearing this, the smile on Radar's face faded a little, "There's nothing we can do. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. The last competition was so unpleasant that he already announced that he would not participate."
Cheng Jiangong joked: "It's good that he didn't participate in the evaluation, otherwise other units would have no chance."
"Haha, that's right. Speaking of which, those units should thank him. Not only did they not participate in the evaluation, but they also eliminated a large number of high-quality works."
Cheng Jiangong weighed the books in his hands, "But even with these, Guowen Publishing House has an overwhelming advantage."
Radar spread his hands, "There's nothing we can do about it!"
(End of this chapter)
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