Chapter 420 “Golden Deer” Car
“You are so brave to bring that up.” Chen Huangmei glared at Jiang Xian.

After listening to the first half of the boy’s words, he really thought Jiang Xian had no desires or requests, but it turned out that he was waiting for the second half.

“Well, I’m young and I can ride my bike all over the capital.”

Jiang Xian said indifferently, “I just want to make my work more convenient. Ahem, just build me a Little Shanghai.”

“Shanghai is still poor?”

Chen Huangmei rolled his eyes.

The Little Shanghai that Jiang Xian mentioned is one of the more common sedans running across China these days.

At present, the common official car is the “Shanghai” brand sedan. The most iconic one is the Little Shanghai mentioned by Jiang Xian, a sedan produced domestically in the 70s: Shanghai SH760.

This car was previously called “Phoenix”, and was later renamed “Shanghai”. It used an imitation Mercedes-Benz 220 engine and a Mercedes-Benz 112 chassis.

Because the current domestic car manufacturing level is limited, some parts of this car, such as the camshaft and rocker arms, have quality problems. Once driving at high speed for a long time, it may cause the engine to overheat.

The advantage is that the manual transmission chassis has good shock absorption and is very comfortable to sit in.

Corresponding to the “Little Shanghai” is the “Big Shanghai”, which is the SH760A produced after the “Little Shanghai” was discontinued.

These “Shanghai” cars are basically the special cars for leaders of government agencies, and usually only leaders at the top level are qualified to be equipped with them.

Chen Huangmei frowned and stared at Jiang Xian.

Jiang Xian asked him for a Shanghai brand car right away, which really showed that he had a big appetite.

Not polite at all.

It posed a big problem for him.

But who made him speak so hastily just now?
He told Jiang Xian with a generous look on his face that if he had any needs, he could just ask.

Now that Jiang Xian has really brought it up, he can’t go back on his word. As the great Chen Huangmei, he really can’t afford to lose face.

“Your unit has just been established. Isn’t it too ostentatious to provide a car at this time?” Chen Huangmei said in a somewhat tactful tone.

“Comrade Huang Mei, although our unit was just established, the circulation of the past few issues of the magazine is higher than that of some provincial publications. Moreover, since its establishment, we have never asked the Writers Association for a penny. We have always been responsible for our own profits and losses, paying enough to the state, leaving enough for the collective, and having a little left for ourselves.”

Jiang Xian would not miss such a good opportunity.

In order to publish People’s Digest, he used his house, money, and connections. It can be said that he put in a lot of effort, which made the magazine “People’s Digest” flourish.

But in terms of its nature, People’s Digest is always a public one.

In other words, Jiang Xian makes money for the country.

Apart from his salary, no extra money went into his pocket.

He, Jiang Xian, is not a saint.

Just because he never made any requests doesn’t mean he really doesn’t want anything in return.

“If it really doesn’t work, you can just get me a Yanjing 212.” Jiang Xian talked about some standards.

Yanjing 212 is a jeep, which is the earliest passenger car produced in China and a domestic brand that has been born and grown for 30 years.

This car is of a slightly lower grade and is generally used by county and regiment-level cadres. It is very popular locally.

Back then, the old man was wearing a Zhongshan suit and standing on such a convertible 212.

Start from Tiananmen Square and drive around the city.

That’s true.
“A gust of wind and thunder shocked the world, and the streets were filled with red and green flags!”

Unfortunately, even now, many people think that this car is “industrial waste”.

But Jiang Xian didn’t mind.

Sitting on this thing, sitting on that thing is all about emotions!

“Oh, you.”

Chen Huangmei sighed.

Seeing Jiang Xian’s confident words, he understood that Jiang Xian would not let him go easily today.

Chen Huangmei took out a cigarette and handed it to Jiang Xian: “Can you guarantee me that by this time next year, the circulation of People’s Digest will exceed one million.”

“one million?”

Jiang Xian took a puff of his cigarette and said, “Comrade Huang Mei, there is no need to wait until next year. I promise you now that by the end of this year, I will make the circulation of People’s Digest exceed one million.”

“it is good!”

Seeing this boy’s courage, Chen Huangmei admired him and said, “One million. You said it. I will take it as a military order from you.”

Jiang Xianteng stood up suddenly.

“Don’t worry, Comrade Huang Mei. If it doesn’t break one million, I will not only return the car you gave me, but I will also compensate you with another one!”

“hehe.”

Chen Huangmei smiled and said, “It’s a deal. I know you have earned a lot of money from writing articles over the years, so you can definitely afford to buy a car as compensation. Well, let’s put it this way. Forget about the Little Shanghai and 212. I will just buy you a ‘Golden Deer’.”

“Golden Deer?!”

Jiang Xianle is playing.

Golden Deer is a famous automobile brand produced by the Gorky Automobile Plant in the Soviet Union.

It is a high-end model of the Soviet Union.

It is called Golden Deer because the brand looks like a deer running with its head held high.

It has another more common name:
“Volga”!
“Volga” is the most favored official car in socialist countries today, and it was also the main model used by leading cadres in our country in the 50s.

Its passenger list included Wu, Ping
This car was once the benchmark for measuring car performance in China.

That year, when Changchun FAW produced the “Hongqi” sedan, Xiaoping went to inspect it and asked about the performance of the “Hongqi”. His first question was:

“How does ‘Red Flag’ compare to ‘Volga’?”

“Comrade Huang Mei, you are not kidding me, right?” Jiang Xian confirmed again.

He had to confirm it.

After all, the “Volga” is definitely a representative of today’s high-end cars, and its grade is basically equivalent to that of Mercedes-Benz in later generations.

If it was true, then Chen Huangmei’s generosity was so great that Jiang Xian couldn’t say a word.

Because even now, when people talk about cars used by leading cadres, Volga is definitely the first name that comes to people’s minds.

In addition, many taxis in Beijing now use the “Volga” model.

Don’t feel ashamed when you hear the word taxi.

Taxis today are completely different from those in the future.

Taxi drivers in those days were basically equivalent to civil servants in later generations, or even higher. It was definitely the most glamorous job and a high-end profession that girls dreamed of marrying into.

Shatan North Street, editorial office of People’s Literature.

“Old Zhao, why are you back?”

Wang Fu saw editor Zhao Guohao and greeted him enthusiastically.

“I came here to deliver a manuscript.” Zhao Guohao said.

He is still relatively young, in his early thirties. He was originally an editor of the fiction group of People’s Literature, and was previously transferred to People’s Digest.

“Sit down and have a drink of water.” Wang Fu pulled Zhao Guohao to sit down and asked with concern: “How are you? Are you used to working at People’s Digest?”

There were also many editors who noticed Zhao Guohao and came over curiously.

But they knew that Zhao Guohao was quite reluctant to leave People’s Literature.

At the beginning, he would rather die outside or jump off a building than be transferred to work at People’s Digest.

His former colleagues are still very concerned about his current mental state.

“how is everything?”

“Is everything okay?”

Colleagues were clamoring to find out.

“Well, let’s leave it like that. I’m fine.” Zhao Guohao answered their question in a slightly perfunctory manner.

Wang Fu saw that he was open-minded, so he comforted him:
“As long as everything is fine, you should be more open-minded. You can work wherever you go. Don’t you think so? No matter where you are, you are serving the people.”

“Yeah yeah.”

Zhao Guohao nodded, looked at the narrow, crowded and stuffy office, and couldn’t help but sigh:

“Well, you should be more open-minded. No matter where you are or what the working conditions are, you are serving the people!”

“That’s right. I’m very happy that you think this way.” Wang Fu said.

Everyone else thought the same way.

Having been lucky enough to stay, I felt a little sympathetic towards those colleagues who were transferred. Now, seeing that they are slowly accepting the reality, I can’t help but feel happy for them.

“Guohao, haven’t you noticed any changes in the editorial department?” Editor Su Yingtong said with a smile.

“Oh, there is an electric fan in the editorial office!” Zhao Guohao looked at a corner of the office in surprise.

There, a blue-green Feilu brand electric fan was shaking back and forth with a “squeaky” sound, blowing gusts of cool breeze from time to time.

“Yes.”

Su Yingtong smiled and said, “It was because the weather was too hot some time ago that the editor-in-chief brought one over.”

When she said this, she seemed to have a sense of superiority. At the same time, she observed Zhao Guohao’s face, trying to see some envy on his face, so that she could comfort and encourage Zhao Guohao from the perspective of a successful person to a loser.

This is not to say that Su Yingtong is subjectively bad.

Just as men all like to “drag decent women into sex and persuade prostitutes to become good women”.

This is human nature.

Unfortunately, Su Yingtong did not see any envy on Zhao Guohao’s face, but instead saw a little pity.

Zhao Guohao said with a touch of joy: “I’m really happy for you. It would be great if you had an electric fan. It would keep you cool on hot days. When you read the manuscript in the future, you won’t sweat and wet the manuscript.”

“Yes, yes.” Su Yingtong agreed.

She felt it was a little strange, but couldn’t tell what was strange.

Guang Weiran’s home.

Cui Daoyi came to visit the old editor today and talked about the recent work in the company. Cui Daoyi first talked about some personnel changes of Wang Meng, and then quickly told him about the “People’s Digest”.

“You know what, Jiang Xian’s magazine is really well run.”

“How to say?”

Cui Daoyi said: “Since its release, it has quickly caused a huge response across the country.

I remember that when October was first founded in 1978, it only sold 10 copies. It was not until 80 that the number increased to around 24 copies.

It took them two full years to grow that much.

But how long has Jiang Xian’s People’s Digest been published? The circulation has increased dramatically, from 10 copies to 35 copies! “

“So fast?!” Guang Weiran was surprised.

Cui Daoyi nodded. “Yes, I heard from the Writers Publishing House that because of the surge in circulation, in order to meet the needs of readers, they are now arranging for the People’s Digest to be printed and distributed simultaneously in Beijing, Hubei, and Sichuan.”

Guang Weiran thought for a moment and said, “Given the current circulation, it’s not too surprising. After all, it has the reputation of People’s Literature to support it. It’s better not to draw conclusions too early. Only time will tell.”

“Are you still angry about Jiang Xian’s magazine?” Cui Daoyi said jokingly.

Guang Weiran snorted.

“That’s not true.”

Cui Daoyi smiled and said, “I have to say something for Comrade Jiang Xian. Comrade Jiang Xian is still young and has not been tempered much. It is normal for him to have the idea of ​​protecting himself.

And I think his magazine is really well run! It is well-organized and has made some achievements for our literary world. It is a contribution that deserves recognition.”

“Jiang Xian’s ability to create well is his greatest contribution to the literary world,” said Guang Weiran.

“He has not stopped writing. You may not know that he published a novel in Huacheng some time ago, and the discussion it sparked in the literary world was almost as lively as when Scars was published,” said Cui Daoyi.

“Is it?”

Guang Weiran was surprised, “What novel?”

“‘Going on a Long Journey at the Age of Eighteen’.”

After Cui Daoyi left, Guang Weiran looked through the novel for a while, but could not find the novel “Eighteen Years Old”. Instead, he saw a literary review by Cong Weixi, the president of Writers Publishing House, in the “Literary Gazette”.
——Reading “Going on a Long Journey at the Age of Eighteen”

When Guang Weiran saw that the author was Cong Weixi, he suddenly became interested.

Cong Weixi is mainly responsible for the work of the Writers Publishing House. It is not something that everyone can do that makes him unable to help but write a literary review.

Even Cong Weixi’s best friend, the “child prodigy writer” Liu Shaotang, rarely had his articles commented on by Cong Weixi.

“A confidant of Chinese youth!”

At the beginning, Cong Weixi highly praised the author Jiang Xian and the novel with this sentence.

“In the early 20s, intellectuals who were eager for social change chose to ‘travel far away’ to express their resistance to the old morals and ethics of feudal society. They left their families, went to the streets, and devoted themselves to various social movements to realize their ideals.

In the 80s, a new era began, and everything had new standards. How should young people choose their own life path? How should they pursue their own life values?
Running away during the May Fourth Movement was a way of resisting, of breaking free from family constraints and gaining personal freedom and liberation.

What about now? Young people are caught in a confused modern mood. They are looking for the meaning of life but questioning its existence. They are pursuing their ideals but are shaken by the changing times. It is like calling in the wilderness, but no one can hear and no one else can answer.

There are directions everywhere, and yet there is no direction.

Jiang Xian uses this novel to stand beside the young people, expounding their desperate emotions and the helplessness of their ideals, and explaining to them the significance of choosing to travel far away.

——The journey itself becomes the meaning. Perhaps, the journey itself has no meaning. Or perhaps, the meaning is the meaning.

It makes people re-recognize themselves as individuals.

Jiang Xian, as a writer, not only emphasizes literary quality, but also breaks through the social responsibility of novels. I can see his warm heart for young people from the lines of his articles. “

After Guang Weiran finished reading it, he was surprised at first. The fact that Cong Weixi gave Jiang Xian such a high evaluation was enough to show his extreme appreciation for this novel.

And then I felt guilty.

Even though Jiang Xian has a heart that cares for young people, he, as an elder, has a prejudice against Jiang Xian, a young man.

Thinking of this, he called Wang Meng again and told her that if People’s Digest needed anything, the Writers Association would try its best to support it.

“Probably not for now.”

Wang Meng said: “We just gave them a Volga.”

(End of this chapter)