Back to 80: My Literary Life

World-class?

As soon as Fang Minghua said this, the other three people looked at him blankly.

Fang Minghua remained calm and continued playing mahjong.

"Pingwa, don't you think that what Bai Miao is doing is a smaller version of the Lu Xun Award? No. Then let's make an enhanced version of the Lu Xun Award! All over the world, as long as you write in Chinese or have your work translated into Chinese , you can all participate in the award! Novel, novella, short story, prose poetry, one review for each genre!

"As for the cycle, it can be one year, two years, or three years. We can discuss it. Why are you looking at me? Playing cards. I'm two! It's your turn, Bai Miao!" Fang Minghua reminded.

"Oh, touch!" Bai Miao woke up from the shock, hurriedly took out a pair of twos, and played another one.

"Yaoji!"

"Hehe. I'm sorry, I'm fooling around. I'm fishing for a chicken alone!"

Fang Minghua pushed the card in front of the door.

"Take two shots and cheat the chicken, isn't it good? Hehe."

"Okay, okay, you are awesome. Stop fighting and continue talking about your idea." Bai Miao simply continued without counting and looked at Fang Minghua.

"Didn't I make it clear just now? Enhanced version of Lu Prize." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Minghua, these thoughts didn't come to you when you heard Bai Miao mention this tonight, right?" Lu Yao asked.

"No, this is what my wife's grandfather said."

"Song Tangtang's grandfather? Didn't you say he was a general? How does it have anything to do with literature?" Everyone was surprised when they heard this.

"That was when I went to the United States to attend the American Book Critics Circle Award Ceremony in 1988, and stayed at her grandfather's house in Yanjing. When her grandfather heard that I was going to the United States for this matter, he said: "

"The United States has such an award, why doesn't our country set up a similar literary award? No matter which country your book is from, as long as it is translated into Chinese and published in our country, you can participate!"

"We are now engaged in reform and opening up. We can both go out and invite in! The same is true for the economy, and the same is true for culture! When foreigners criticize us, we can also criticize foreigners!"

Fang Minghua imitated the old man's demeanor and spoke boldly.

"The old man is awesome!" Bai Miao extended his thumb.

"I had such an idea when I heard it, but the conditions were not mature. Now I think it is okay. When I heard Bai Miao say this today, I will tell everyone what I think."

Everyone nodded after hearing this.

In recent years, writers from Qin Province have become more and more stable in the domestic literary world, especially Fang Minghua, who has become a representative of the new generation of writers.

At this time, it is sufficient to establish a literary award in the name of the Qin Provincial Writers Association.

However, Jia Pingwa reminded:

"You've made such a big splash, and the bonuses and various participation fees are definitely not low. Don't expect us from the Provincial Writers' Association or the Qingshui Yamen."

"I understand this. I will pay all the bonuses and expenses on my own, and I don't need a penny from the Writers Association." Fang Minghua said with a faint smile.

Oh my God

As expected, he is a wealthy person in the literary world. If he really wants to win such an award, it will definitely not be possible with tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of funds.

"I plan to personally invest 3 million to establish a foundation under the name of the Provincial Writers Association, which will be responsible for bonuses and all expenses."

3000000.

Everyone was stunned again.

What's there to say?

It’s just a word of service!

"Minghua, isn't this the Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award?" Bai Miao said again.

The "Zhuang Chongwen Literary Award" was initiated and funded by Mr. Zhuang Chongwen, the founder of the Hong Kong Zhuangshi Group and a patriotic Chinese entrepreneur. It aims to reward young writers with outstanding achievements in literary creation and literary criticism.

The first award was held in 1988 and has been held for three times. The award-winning writers are Huang Yao, Sun Guizhen, Nie Zhenning, Zhang Shishan, and more than 20 others. One of them, Fang Minghua, is familiar with him. He studied in the Luyuan Workshop and later went to Nanjing. Qian Yuliang is studying in the university writers class.

To be honest, none of them are very famous, and I don’t know what the judges think.

Listening to Bai Miao talking about this award now, he explained: "It's almost the same, but I plan to still reward works like the Lu Prize and Mao Dun Prize, unlike the Nobel Prize, which rewards writers."

"Is that called the Minghua Literary Award?"

"No, no," Fang Minghua said with a smile: "It's called the World Chinese Literature Award"!

Fang Minghua spent his own money to create a world-wide literary award!

The news quickly spread among the Provincial Writers Association and the magazine.

The vast majority of people expressed support and admired Fang Minghua's courage and courage. Of course, they were even more envious of the wealthy man who could spend 3 million in one breath.

Of course, there are some who gossip behind his back, saying that Fang Minghua is just trying to gain fame and reputation, and that a great writer like Mao Dun uses royalties to establish the Mao Dun Award, but you, a junior, are so impatient?

Fang Minghua was too lazy to pay attention to this kind of voice. In this world, no matter what you do, someone will always jump out and criticize you.

But once, when he went to the Writers' Association compound and heard someone continuing to say this, he became angry and pointed at the other person's nose and cursed: "I'm trying to show off? Why don't you spend 3 million to show off if you can?" ? ! If you’re talking nonsense here, it’s better to put some thought into writing articles and earn some royalties!”

The other party was red-faced and speechless.

Grass!

If I don’t show off my power, you think I’m Kitty Cat!

In the evening, Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang talked about creating awards at home. This matter has been the central topic of discussion between them recently.

"Minghua, after the Red Army learned about the news, he said that he would also invest, or invest in the name of Shengshi Group." Song Tangtang said.

"No, I will pay for it myself." Fang Minghua shook his head: "There are many places that need donations in the future. In addition to literature, there are also education, environmental protection, and even technology. If you tell the Red Army, there are plenty of opportunities."

"Well, I understand. You like literature. This may be a dream of yours. I support you!" Song Tangtang said softly.

"Yes, it's a dream that I've had for many years." Fang Minghua said with emotion.

"How many years? Minghua, how old are you? How many years?" Song Tangtang was a little surprised when he heard this.

"Oh, only a few years." Fang Minghua hurriedly concealed: "The Provincial Writers' Association has agreed, and the written report has been sent to the Chinese Writers' Association, but this time I want to go to Yanjing in person, on the one hand, to report in detail to the leaders of the Writers' Association, Enlist their support, and also visit some famous writers and critics and invite them to serve as members of the jury."

"Oh, look at you, I just came back after working in Yanjing for a while, and you are going to Yanjing again." Song Tangtang said.

"It's work."

"I know, are you looking for Wang Meng?"

"Yes, there are Feng Mu, several critics, such as Radar, Li Tuo, etc., and Zhu Wei, the editor of "People's Literature". By the way, I also want to invite Qian Zhongshu. He is not only a writer, but also a famous Literary translators and foreign literature researchers, since we allow the works of foreign writers to participate in the award, we must find some writers who are very familiar with foreign literature.

Song Tangtang was surprised when he heard this.

"You invite Mr. Qian? He is in seclusion now and rarely appears in public."

"It all depends on people."