My system can be changed

Chapter 387 Literary Association

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

"Speaking of which, the textbook will be released three days later. It seems that my second movie "SKYMAN: MAN" will be released in a few days. It shouldn't have any impact on the box office, right?"

Lin Haoyu worried a few times, then shrugged:

"Never mind him, if there is an impact, it doesn't matter."

Anyway, the movie is just an embellishment to Lin Haoyu, it would be better if he had it, and it would be nothing without it.

Although Lin Haoyu looked at the world very Buddhistly, the Huaxia Literature Headquarters couldn't be calm at all.

"President, the higher-ups have given us an ultimatum. We must submit the manuscript and start printing tomorrow, otherwise it will be too late!"

A secretary hurriedly said.

The white-bearded old man known as the president nodded:

"Now we only have one key modern essay for junior high school and a few must-read books for elementary and junior high school."

In the past few days, they abruptly picked and picked from the previous textbooks, and finally basically got the rest of the text together.

But he couldn't find the rest of the article no matter what.

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

A man laughed jokingly.

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

According to his thinking, no matter how good the articles published on the Internet are, it is impossible to have the level of being listed in Chinese textbooks, right?

It must be at least at the level of a physical magazine, so that it is slightly possible to be included in textbooks and become texts in the next ten or so years.

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

The president's eyes lit up:

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

"That's right! I was just about to say that."

The man scratched his head and smirked:

"I heard that there is a phrase 'looking forward to looking forward to' which sounds interesting, and it has now become an Internet language!"

"is it?"

The president nodded and smiled, and said nothing more.

He lowered his head and carefully looked at each article in the current Chinese textbook catalog.

Except for those classical Chinese and ancient poems that must exist, about 80.00% of the remaining modern texts are all works 20 years ago, and the style of writing seems to be relatively old, not so suitable for children to understand.

The most important thing is - times have changed, but the words are still those words.

The president's eyes flickered a little:

"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 unprecedented behavior.

"This prose, no matter in terms of concept or writing style, is of an excellent standard, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a masterpiece!"

The president gritted his teeth, and immediately made a solemn decision:

"Everyone! We are now in a new era. If the texts are all antiques from 30 or [-] years ago, it would be better not to write new textbooks! In this way, we will treat this "Spring" as a pilot. If the effect is good If so, then gradually add more modern literature. How about it?"

"This"

"I think so!"

"That's right! It's right to write the literary works of the new era in the past few years as texts. Otherwise, the textbooks have a strong sense of the age, which is not conducive to students' understanding!"

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

"Speaking of which, didn't Master Jiao Tianjin say that he was going to write new texts for our textbooks?"

Suddenly, an unharmonious voice suddenly came out.

The man frowned and questioned loudly:

"I've heard that Master Jiao Tianjin won the Mao Dun Literature Award for his previous works. Isn't his level much higher than this Lin Haoyu?!"

"Heh! Just Jiao Tianjin? That guy, doesn't he like looking for schoolgirls these days? How can he still have the thought to write articles?"

Another person laughed sarcastically, obviously he had heard about Jiao Tianjin's deeds during this period.

Another person also responded unhappily:

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

Master Mo is the number one writer in China who was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature a few years ago. If he dies in a few decades, his status will definitely not be lower than that of Mao, Lu and others.

"What about the master!"

Without showing any weakness, he curled his lips and said with a look of disdain:

"Could it be that the master can rely on his own good literary skills, so he can do anything wrong?! If the article written by such a guy is really included in the textbook, it will be a shame for us."

Indeed, if a person's moral character is questionable, then he should be more careful in the articles he writes, otherwise, if he is careless and produces any slight thought error, it will bring endless disasters.

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 glanced at the two of them, but didn't say much.

The matter of Jiao Tianjin is not a secret within the Literature Association. Twenty years ago, when Jiao Tianjin was still a young man in his early 20s, he was the vice president of the Huaxia Literature Association.

In other words, Jiao Tianjin and the current chairman are actually of the same generation.

"Everyone, since you think that the vacancy of this last text is still uncertain, I suggest that it is better to find a time and let Master Jiao Tianjin submit his works for comparison and see which one is better."

The president sighed, hesitated to speak, and just made a proposal.

In fact, if Jiao Tianjin had stayed in the Literary Association back then, he might have been more at ease as the president, but he didn't expect it to end up like this

The president rubbed his temples in pain, closed his eyes and rested for a few seconds, and then slowly opened them.

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

"I think it's good, everyone should be treated so fairly!"

"that is!"

But there were also some young people who didn't know what happened, and looked blankly at the group of old people who were constantly calling.

"However, 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 ignorant of what happened back then.

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 talk about it, it’s really that incident back then—it’s not easy to talk about!

"President, if you can't speak, I'll help you decide!"

An old man gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and said loudly and solemnly:

"Everyone! The president may be embarrassed to say this, but I still want to mention it to everyone here."

"Old Zhang!"

The president frowned solemnly and snorted coldly.

In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire venue became icy cold, as if it was winter outside the Northeast, with ice and snow covering the president's face.

The old man known as Lao Zhang was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and shouted with a displeased face:

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

Hey!

Why do these guys question the president like this?

Do they know why the chairman proposed to invite Jiao Tianjin to submit an article for comparison with Lin Haoyu?

No!They have no idea.

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

The blue veins on the president's forehead popped up, and he slammed the table hard, and there was a sudden loud noise, which made Lao Zhang jump involuntarily:

"Enough! Forget about that from now on."

"But."

Old Zhang looked aggrieved, but in the end he let out a long sigh and let go of his tightly clenched fists.

He is also old, if he continues like this, he may not be able to solve this matter in his heart for the rest of his life, which would be too sad.

"Hey! That's all. Since you don't want to talk about this matter, President, then I won't talk about it."

Lao Zhang sighed pretending to be calm, waved his hands, and strode out of the door.

Obviously, Lao Zhang was still very angry in his heart, and obviously felt helpless at the president's evasion.

In the venue, everyone silently looked at the president.

".Why, each of you think I don't want to talk?"

The president suddenly laughed, but under such an atmosphere, he looked extremely strange.

Almost everyone could hear the deep anger lurking in the president's tone—it was a kind of trembling before a volcanic eruption.

No one answered.

The chairman smiled lightly:

"This matter will end here first. Tomorrow, I will ask Jiao Tianjin to submit the article. For the comparison, I will call everyone to come and score. That's it, the meeting ends."

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

This time, besides the president and other members, there was also a person whom many new members had never even met before.

That's right, it was Jiao Tianjin.

Jiao Tianjin has a beer belly, and the top of Mediterranean's head shows his ingenious intelligence, especially the wretched smiling expression, which fully embodies his character image.