Chapter 113 on the train

As a reborn, Yang Xia embarked on the road to Beijing with the immoral idea of plagiarism/plagiarism. Last time, although Yang Xia had already gone to Beijing, it was with the military people, blindly, as far as Yang Xia himself was concerned, there was a feeling of being "escorted".

But this time, Yang Xia is completely free.

According to the arrangement, before 12 noon on the 13th, Yang Xia rushed to the Shudu Railway Station, where he met with the representatives of writers from Southern Shu, and then took the express from Shudu to Shangjing to Shangjing. Although it is said to be an express service, it takes 48 hours to get to Kyo.

Fortunately, according to the spirit of the relevant text, a group of more than 20 people can enjoy the treatment of hard sleeper, otherwise, sitting on a hard bench for two days and two nights to go to Beijing, older people may have problems.

At the Shudu Railway Station, Yang Xia met those familiar people in his previous life, including those Yang Xia once admired very much. For example, the right/faction poets in the early years, such as the drama writers who are about to become famous, of course, Bai Shan, the editor-in-chief of "Nanshu Writers", and Lan Ling, the editor-in-chief of "Polaris", are also among the representatives.

Yang Xia's attitude was extremely humble, after all, fifteen-year-old young writers went to a meeting with these old writers who were at least forty years old, and you couldn't be humble.

Of course, Yang Xia is also willing to be humble. This reason, to put it very vulgarly, is related to fame, related to money. The editor-in-chief of a provincial magazine, in the era when there is no Internet, can completely nominate a nationally renowned poet and writer, which is a matter of fame; In addition, if he publishes your work, you can also get a manuscript fee, although this kind of manuscript fee is as low as a few dozens, and as much as one or two thousand, but in this era, even this money is a terrible number.

For example, if you go to an ordinary county town and buy a house with a street front, the price is generally between 1,000 and 3,000, that is, if you send two or three novellas, you will buy two or three shops. After that, if you encounter demolition, you will also be returned to the shop, in a word, do a good job in this relationship, and it is possible that one day in the future, you will have an extra million funds out of thin air.

And at this time, Yang Xia wanted to post two or three novellas, as long as he was willing to write them, there was absolutely no problem. Because, at this time, most old writers have not yet touched the context of future literature.

"Chen Xianheng?" After getting on the train, Yang Xia had time to open the list of the Nanshu delegation, and when he opened the list, he was attracted by a name.

"Chen Xianheng is a creator of the Department of Culture, a native of Beijing, his father was seriously ill and had already gone to Beijing one step ahead of schedule." The future playwright Wei Yifei slept opposite Yang Xia, and when he heard Yang Xia mention Chen Xianheng's name, he reminded him.

"Thank you, Mr. Wei." Yang Xia is young, and when he sees anyone, he is a teacher, and he can be sent away.

Yang Xia saw Chen Xianheng's three words, not how great his creation was, although he was also a novelist in later Huaxia, but he was more concerned about Chen Xianheng and some people, who emigrated abroad ten years later and wrote something that the official did not like, and even Chen Xianheng was nominated as a candidate for the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Yang Xia has no intention of interfering in Chen Xianheng's affairs, not now, and not in the future. The affairs of Huaxia are far from being as simple as they seem, except for literature itself, or in addition to business itself, the so-called dispute between ideas and factions, Yang Xia will never intervene, there is nothing real money!

Even people like Chen Xianheng, how radical their thinking was in that era, they could not imagine that China in later generations would become a global manufacturing base and manufacturing power, and the people's lives and social security could cover the entire population.

You must know that Huaxia has a population of more than 1.3 billion, while Mi has a population of only 300 million, even if Mi is so rich, can he guarantee that it can be as good as Huaxia? Presumably, in the face of the burden of 1.3 billion people, the capitalists of the United States can only shake their heads.

However, Chen Xianheng's incident also sounded a wake-up call for Yang Xia, that is, although the future of Huaxia rose to the sky like a giant dragon, most of the early pioneers and entrepreneurs were thrown off the dragon body by it, and some even enjoyed a lifetime of imprisonment.

Perhaps, some people say that this is a big wave of sand, but Yang Xia feels that it is not so simple. Which of China's private enterprises, especially those of early-stage listed companies, is not inextricably linked to officials? Is there anyone who hasn't exploited a loophole in the rules to add to their money? Is there such a thing as "original sin"? Unless you give up tens of billions of assets, no one will be able to save you if you are really liquidated.

If Yang Xia's thinking is still on the surface when he was just reborn, then as Yang Xia's understanding of this era deepens, his thinking is slowly changing, at least, the memories brought to him by the name Chen Xianheng are worth thinking about.

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The train of this era, even if it is an express express, its speed is only about 100 kilometers, and the so-called express is only a stop in the provincial capital city or a key regional city, and the ordinary station does not stop.

The service on the train is still like the inherent face of the iron boss, blunt, simple, perhaps, the station side may say hello to the train, in a certain carriage, there is a group of writers' representatives to go to Beijing for a meeting, there must be a special service, so outside Yang Xia's sleeping bunk, there has always been a conductor with a very good appearance and figure ready to serve the writers at any time.

"Sister, I see you've been standing for a long time, sit down, you're tired." Yang Xia poked his head out, smiled at the beauty, and then sold cuteness.

As soon as Yang Xia said this, all the writers raised their heads one after another, and examined the conductor with their eyes. What kind of people are writers, even in the era of defeating the stinky old nine, they are also a pack of wolves, not to mention that they are standing up again. Previously, the reason why they turned a blind eye or deliberately did not look at female conductors was simply because wolves had more meat and less meat, not because they were reserved or noble.

"Hey, little brother...... Comrade, I'm not tired, why are you going to Beijing, to see your grandparents? The conductor asked in a rather uncomfortable tone when he saw that although he was already tall, he still looked like a student.

Sister? Someone called her sister, but unfortunately it wasn't a grown up teenager like Yang Xia. As for Yang Xia's identity, the conductor's guess is generally eight or nine, but this time, it was obviously wrong.

"Hehe, he's not going to see his grandmother, he's going to a meeting, and he's an official representative of the meeting." The big bad wolf Wei Yifei finally seized an opportunity to talk to the female conductor.

"Comrade, he's so young, you can't be joking, right?" The female conductor is also in a good mood, after all, it is not a matter to stand all the time, and some people pull the topic time faster.

"Hehe, how could I be joking, his name is Yang Xia, he is a famous young writer in my country, "Guansheng Daily", "Nanshu Daily" and so on have large editions of articles introduced." At this time, Wei Yifei was not very famous, and he seemed to be a little envious and jealous of Yang Xia's treatment.

"Oh, it turns out that you are Yang Xia?" The conductor asked in surprise. Yang Xia felt her surprise and was sincere.

"My name is Yang Xia, but it's not as powerful as Mr. Wei said." Although Yang Xia is still young and can flail the conductor, he has not forgotten Yin Wei Yifei, Ni Media, you are a teacher level, that is, an elder level, don't be like us young people.

"Oh, Comrade Yang Xia, you are much more powerful than what Mr. Wei said, not only have I seen your articles and poems in the "Guansheng Daily", but also our Railway Newspaper has published a lot of your works, such as your poem "Southern Xinjiang of Fire": The steel spear marches in columns, silent/The bayonet flashes with cold light/Converges into a torrent......"

"I met a fan......" Yang Xia is affectionate, xù is difficult to say. For others, it may take a night to write a small poem in the battlefield, but for Yang Xia, it is just a thought to write, and inspiration flashes, a small poem of about twenty lines, plus the revision time is only a quarter of an hour.

Yang Xia's purpose for writing these things has been very clear before, one is for money and the other is for the name. For manuscripts written during the war, especially those on the theme of war, there has always been no shortage of readers in China, and the manuscript fees for newspapers and magazines are very high; In addition, Yang Xia also remembered that there were many literary collections about the war in southern Xinjiang in later generations, and their circulation reached millions of volumes at every turn, which was completely astronomical for later writers.

"The soldier's heart is boiling, shouting / Gathering into the sharpness of an arrow / Sweeping the wilderness......" Before Yang Xia could answer the conductor's words, the Blue Ridge Blue Poet in the next bunk continued to chant.

"Teacher Lan, you also come to coax the boy." In front of Lan Ling, Yang Xia's posture has been very low.

"Hey, I'm not trying to coax you. I have received a call from the supplement department of "Guansheng Daily", asking me to write a review of this group of "Southern Xinjiang of Fire", you say, can I not read your poems? ”

"Teacher Lan, I'm sorry for you." What else can Yang Xia say? "Guansheng Daily" publishes a group of poems and also distributes special reviews, which is a first-class writer in China anyway.

"I'm not going to trouble you, I guess that after you arrive in Beijing, you will have a lot of trouble, and those editors may come to you for an appointment, you have to be mentally prepared." When Lan Ling said this, he said loudly, "Comrade conductor, our little writer and poet are good. ”

"Of course it's good, the name of our cabin crew that has been said the most in recent days is Yang Xia. By the way, little brother, since you call me sister, can you please inscribe a few words for my sister? The beautiful conductor took out a small notepad.