Chapter 473 I Won't Do It, Let You Do It

"If you don't want to do it, you want me to do it?!" Bai Miao was stunned.

"Yes, I want to transfer my personnel relations to the Writers Association."

"Why? Why don't you want to do it?" Bai Miao asked hurriedly.

Fang Minghua said two words simply: "Tired."

"But."

Bai Miao wanted to say something more, but Fang Minghua stopped him: "Bai Miao, let me ask you, do you want to do it? If you don't want to do it, I will tell Chairman Hu tomorrow that I will not recommend you."

"In this case, let me tell the truth, Minghua, if you do it, I will accept it. If it's someone else, it would be better for me to do it."

Fang Minghua was not surprised by Bai Miao's answer.

He knew that Bai Miao was ambitious.

"Then come on, let's have a drink."

After hearing this, Bai Miao quickly raised his beer glass, the two of them clinked it and drank it down in one gulp.

"Of course, I just suggest that you have to work on some things." Fang Minghua specifically warned.

"I understand, but your suggestion is very important. You have a pivotal position both in our Qin Province literary circle and within the Qin Province Writers Association. You will succeed Chairman Hu in the future."

"Hey, Chairman Hu will retire in two years, don't talk nonsense." Fang Minghua reminded.

"What am I talking about? It's obvious."

"Here, let's drink." Fang Ming didn't want to talk about it, so he raised his beer glass again.

The two drank a few glasses together. Bai Miao took a bean sprout and said, "Minghua, to be honest, when I was deputy editor, I hoped that you would be promoted to president and give me the position of editor-in-chief. But now It really makes me feel scared when I take on the position of editor-in-chief.”

"What are you afraid of?"

"You have made "Yanhe" magazine so prosperous. The highest monthly sales last year reached 650,000! It exceeded "People's Literature". What if I fail after taking over? And now the domestic literary environment has become the same as in the 1980s. It was different at the beginning of the decade.”

Fang Minghua nodded, he understood Bai Miao's mood.

"You don't have to worry too much. I have signed contracts with nearly 20 well-known domestic writers. Their contracts will expire in 1995. You don't have to worry about not having good novels published in the past few years."

"What will happen after 1995?"

"In the future?" Fang Minghua peeled off an edamame and threw it in his mouth. Youyou looked at him: "It's not sure whether you were the president and editor-in-chief of "Yanhe" magazine at that time. Why do you think so much?!"

"Yes, that's right. I haven't even changed my horoscope yet, and I'm still thinking about what will happen six years later. Come on, let me toast you!"

Bai Miao picked up the beer glass again.

"I have to tell you something." Fang Minghua suddenly thought of something: "If you become the president, you will turn Zhang Baofu into a regular employee. I once mentioned this to President Huang, and President Huang agreed, but there are various The reason is that it didn’t work out, you have to find a way to do it.”

"Don't worry, if I become the president, there will be no problem!" Bai Miao immediately assured and continued:

"Zhang Baofu is an honest person. He works diligently as a gatekeeper in the unit and has not made any mistakes. I think it is very good. It is not unprecedented for the unit to convert temporary employees into regular employees. Why doesn't President Huang do it?"

"I guess you know some of the reasons. When Zhang Baofu joined our unit, it was a leader of the Writers' Association who forced him in. President Huang didn't agree with it very much. How do you think he could be promoted to a regular job?!"

Fang Minghua also heard a little bit about this matter.

It seems that even the best leaders have their own selfish motives.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, Bai Miao. I congratulate you in advance." Fang Minghua smiled and raised his glass again.

"Don't dare, I should thank you for recommending me. Go to the Writers Association, write better works, and get promoted step by step! If you find me useful in the future, just ask!"

Their glasses clinked together again.

Fang Minghua resigned!

The news quickly spread throughout the unit and even the Writers Association.

After hearing this, a group of friends called to inquire.

"What resignation? My contract has expired!" Fang Minghua corrected with a smile.

"Then you go ahead and do it. We thought you would be the president and editor-in-chief's shoulder, but you turned out to be the boss!"

"Carrying it on one shoulder? How tiring that would be."

The Writers Association also acted quickly, and soon issued a red-headed document appointing Bai Miao as the editor-in-chief of the "Yanhe" editorial department, removing him from his original position.

At the same time, another report was issued within the Writers Association: Due to the retirement of Comrade Huang Xuanlu, the president of "Yanhe" magazine, Comrade Bai Miao was proposed to serve as the president of "Yanhe" magazine after discussion and approval at the Provincial Writers Association Chairman Meeting. , reported to the Organization Department and Propaganda Department of the Provincial Party Committee for approval.

Everyone knows that this is just a walk-through, and we have already communicated with the relevant leaders of the higher-level departments.

Moreover, Fang Minghua's personnel relations were transferred to the Provincial Writers' Association, and at his own request, he became the first vice-chairman of the Writers' Association who did not receive a financial salary and only relied on his own royalties.

Today is Sunday. Fang Minghua came to his office, signed his name on the proof of the May magazine, and performed his duties as editor-in-chief for the last time.

After doing all this, Fang Minghua began to pack up his personal belongings in the office and prepare to move them, not to his home but to the office next to the Writers Association.

The reason why I chose Sunday is because the people in the unit will not go to work today, so as not to crowd the office with a lot of people to help.

There wasn't much to move, so it was a waste of everyone's time, but the hospitality was hard to refuse.

Suddenly hearing a knock on the door, Fang Minghua looked up and saw that it was Zhang Baofu.

"Brother Minghua, let me help you." Zhang Baofu said and walked in.

"Are you on duty today?"

"No, I was passing by the company and saw your bicycle in the yard. I guess you were upstairs."

"Okay, help me move this big box downstairs. I have to run two trips by myself."

"Okay."

Zhang Baofu was quick and quick, and quickly helped him pack up his things. In fact, most of them were books, which were heavy.

After moving the big box downstairs, Zhang Baofu found the company's tricycle and put the things in the car. He rode to the Writers Association compound, and Fang Minghua followed behind on a bicycle.

"Baofu, I have something to tell you." Fang Minghua said while riding: "I told Bai Miao, oh, President Bai said that your status will be changed to a formal worker. President Bai agreed and said that it will be processed as soon as possible."

"Really? Thank you so much, Brother Minghua!" Zhang Baofu was surprised and happy to hear this.

"Why thank me? I can't help you with anything else. After all, we have worked together before. If you become a formal employee sooner, you won't have to worry about not being able to work one day."

"Yeah, that's right." Zhang Baofu nodded quickly, and suddenly said, "Brother Minghua, when you become the chairman of the Provincial Writers Association, transfer me to the Provincial Writers Association. I will guard the gate of the Writers Association compound, and I will definitely take good care of it!"

"Who told you that I want to be the chairman of the Writers Association?"

"Everyone says so. If you don't, who will be the chairman?"

Fang Minghua was speechless.

"Baofu, don't talk nonsense."

"I know, I know, don't worry, I will never tell anyone!"