This also has something to do with the difference in textbooks.

"Speaking of which, the textbook will be released in three days, and it seems that in a few days it will be the release of my second movie "skan:an", so it shouldn't have any impact on the box office, right?"

Lin Haoyu was worried for a few moments, and then shrugged:

"Whatever, if there's an impact, it doesn't matter. ”

Anyway, the movie is just an embellishment for Lin Haoyu, and it is better if it is better, and it is nothing if it is not.

Although Lin Haoyu looks at the world very Buddhist, the Huaxia Literature Headquarters is not calm at all.

"President, we have already been given an ultimatum, we must submit the manuscript tomorrow and start printing, otherwise it will be too late!"

A secretary said hurriedly.

The white-bearded old man, who was called the president, nodded:

"We only have one key modern essay for junior high school and a few must-read books for junior high school. ”

In the past few days, they have been picking and picking from the previous major textbooks, and finally basically gathered the remaining texts.

But he couldn't find the rest of the article.

"President, I heard that there is an article on the Internet that is very popular these days, why don't we observe it?"

A man smirked.

He never thought of turning an online article into a text.

According to his thoughts, no matter how good the articles published on the Internet are, they will never be able to reach the level of Chinese textbooks, right?

It must be at least at the level of a physical magazine, and it is slightly possible that it will be in a textbook and become a text for more than a decade to come.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

The president's eyes lit up:

"Oh, are you talking about the Chinese star, the "Spring" written by Lin Haoyu?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I was just going to say that. ”

The man scratched his head and smirked:

"I've heard that there's a 'hopeful, hopeful, hopeful' phrase in it that sounds interesting, and now it's all evolved into the language of the Internet!"

"Really?"

The president smiled and said no more.

He lowered his head and carefully looked at each article in the current catalogue of Chinese textbooks.

In addition to the classical Chinese and ancient poems, about 80 percent of the remaining modern texts are all written 20 years ago, and the style of writing seems relatively old, not so suitable for children to understand.

The most important thing is that the times are different, but the words are still the words.

The president's eyes flickered slightly:

"So, do you really want to give up the position of this almost the most important article to this literary work that has just been published on the Internet?"

This is an act that no one has done before.

"This prose, whether from the point of view of concept or writing, is of an excellent standard, and it is not an exaggeration to even call it a masterpiece!"

The president gritted his teeth, and immediately clapped the board and said solemnly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are now in a new era, and if the texts are all old antiques from twenty or thirty years ago, then it is better not to write new textbooks! In this way, we will regard this "Spring" as a pilot, and if the effect is very good, then gradually add more modern literature in the future. How?"

"This"

"I think so!"

"Yes, yes, yes! It is necessary to compile the literary works of the new era in the past few years as texts, otherwise, the sense of age in the textbooks is too strong, and it is not conducive to students' understanding!"

The chairman nodded and smiled with satisfaction, his face full of emotion, finally at this time, maybe in his lifetime, he can also see the revival of Chinese literature again.

"Speaking of which, didn't Master Jiao Tianjin say that he was going to write a new text specifically for our textbook?"

Suddenly, a discordant voice suddenly came out.

The man frowned and questioned loudly:

"I've heard that Master Jiao Tianjin's previous works have won the Mao Dun Literature Award, and his level is not much higher than this Lin Haoyu?!"

"Heh, just Jiao Tianjin? That guy, don't you like to find a student girl these days, how can you still have the heart to write articles?"

Another person sneered, obviously hearing about Jiao Tianjin's deeds during this time.

The other person also shot back unhappily:

"That's a master! Even if his personal style is a little incorrect, but in terms of literature, even Master Mo, who has the most right to speak at the moment, may not be comparable!"

Master Mo is the number one literary hero in China who was just awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature a few years ago, and if he falls after a few decades, his status will definitely not be lower than that of Mao, Lu and others.

"What about the master!"

He pursed his lips without showing weakness, and said with a look of disdain:

"Can a master rely on his literary skills to do nonsense? If we really put an article written by such a guy into a textbook, it would be our shame. ”

Indeed, if there is a problem with a person's moral character, then he should be careful when he writes an article, otherwise any careless mistake in thinking will bring infinite harm.

You know, this is a junior high school Chinese textbook!

The most important part!

One mistake will delay tens of millions of students across the country.

The president looked at the two of them and said nothing.

Twenty years ago, when Jiao Tianjin was a young man in his early thirties, he was the vice president of the Chinese Literature Association.

In other words, in fact, Jiao Tianjin and the current president are the same generation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since you think that the vacancy of this last text is uncertain for the time being, then I suggest that it is better to find a time for that Master Jiao Tianjin to submit the work for comparison, and see which of the two is better. ”

The president sighed, and then stopped, but only made a proposal.

In fact, if Jiao Tianjin had remained in the Literary Association back then, he, the president, might have been a little more worry-free, but he didn't expect it to become like this in the end

The leader rubbed his temples in pain, closed his eyes and rested for a few seconds before slowly opening them.

Everyone looked at each other, and the older generation nodded:

"I think it's good, you should treat everyone so fairly!"

"That's it!"

But there were also some young people who didn't know what was going on, and watched the group of old people with blank faces constantly appealing.

"But why do we have to compare Jiao Tianjin's article with Lin Haoyu's?"

"I think Master Lin Haoyu's "Spring" is an excellent article!"

"It's just that, no matter how good it is. ”

"It's discrimination"

"Naked prejudice, why can't young people write good articles?!"

All the young people looked at the group of old people with disdain in their hearts, obviously not knowing anything about the events of that year.

The old people opened their mouths, but they all sighed in unison and said no more.

It's not that I don't want to say it, it's really the incident back then - it's not easy to say!

"President, if you can't open your mouth, then I'll help you decide!"

An old man gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and said loudly and solemnly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the president may not be embarrassed to say this, but I am here to mention it to you."

"Lao Zhang!"

The president raised his brow solemnly and snorted coldly.

In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire venue became cold, as if it was the outside world of the Northeast in the middle of winter, and the ice and snow covered the chairman's face.

The old man known as Lao Zhang was slightly stunned, then turned around and shouted loudly with an unhappy face:

"President! Labor and management have put up with this group of new recruits for so many years, and now they can't fucking bear it!"

!

Why do these guys question the president like this?

Do they know why the president proposed to invite Jiao Tianjin to hand over the article and compare it with Lin Haoyu?

No, they don't know.

In fact, there are only a few people who know about that incident, and all of them are the core figures back then, and now no one has left the association - except for Jiao Tianjin himself.

The green tendons on the president's forehead burst out, and he slammed the table hard, and suddenly made a loud noise, which made Lao Zhang startled:

"That's enough! From now on, forget about it. ”

"But"

Lao Zhang looked aggrieved, but finally let out a long sigh and let go of his tightly clenched fist.

He is also old, and if he continues like this, he may not be able to solve this matter in his heart in this life, which will be too sad.

"Alas, that's it, since you don't want to talk about it, President, then I won't talk about it. ”

Lao Zhang pretended to sigh calmly, waved his hand, and strode out of the door.

Obviously, Lao Zhang's heart is still very angry, and he is obviously helpless about the president's evasion.

In the venue, everyone silently looked at the president.

"Why, each of you thinks I don't want to say it?"

The president suddenly laughed, but it looked extremely strange in this atmosphere.

Almost everyone could hear a deep anger lurking in the president's tone—a tremor before a volcanic eruption.

No one replied.

The president smiled indifferently:

"This matter is here first, tomorrow I will ask that Jiao Tianjin to hand in the article, and I will gather you to come to score the things for comparison, just like that, the meeting is dismissed." ”

After the adjournment of the meeting, the next afternoon, as expected, the meeting was held again as scheduled.

This time, in addition to the president and other members, there was also a person who many new members had never met at all.

That's right, it's Jiao Tianjin.

Jiao Tianjin was shy with a beer belly, and the top of his head in the Mediterranean showed his extremely clever wisdom, especially the smiling and obscene expression, which vividly reflected his character image.