1980 My literary era

On Friday afternoon, Meng Weizai called Lin Weimin to the office.

Lin Weimin felt a little uneasy. Looking back on his recent performance, well, he was very stable, and there was definitely nothing wrong with him.

"Director, what do you want from me?"

"Good thing."

Meng Weizai took out a list from the drawer and handed it to Lin Weimin.

"This is……"

"The royalties for the additional printing of "The Cliff"."

Lin Weimin also saw the contents of the list clearly at this time, and said in surprise: "We didn't talk about it before, why..."

Meng Weizai said with a smile: "You are also a member of the company now, and the wealth does not go to outsiders. Can the company still treat you badly in this matter?"

"Hey, thank the leaders of the club for me."

Meng Weizai joked: "Are you thinking of being a leader now? Mrs. Wei, Lao Zhang..."

Lin Weimin said hurriedly: "Leader, don't dare to talk nonsense. I was just anxious. Young people will inevitably make mistakes. You have to give us a chance to correct our mistakes."

Meng Weizai waved his hand, "Okay, don't be poor. Your "Cliff" has become a hit through the novel. This time the company plans to print an additional 200,000 copies at a time, and you will be paid based on twelve thousand words. Remuneration."

Lin Weimin looked at the number on the remuneration slip and grinned: "The company is too particular. I, Xiao Lin, can't repay..."

"Go, go, go!" Meng Weizai saw that he was getting more and more outrageous and started to yell at people.

Lin Weimin returned to the office in high spirits, staring at the numbers on the remuneration slip. This time, the remuneration increased by two yuan compared with the previous one, making a net profit of 2,400 yuan, so happy!

"Hey, what good thing can I do for the people to make you happy like this?"

"Nothing." Lin Weimin said.

Liu Yin walked over in disbelief. Lin Weimin had no time to put away the payment slip, but Liu Yin saw it and his eyes widened.

"Didn't you say you didn't discuss reprinting or reprinting?"

"I can't help it. The leaders in the company are very particular and they have to give it to me. Tell me, can I still tolerate the kindness of the leaders in the company?" Lin Weimin said with a stern look on his face.

The mean swishing look made Liu Yin want to hit someone.

When colleagues heard what the two said, they all came over to watch the fun.

When they saw Lin Weimin's payment slip, they were all surprised.

He Qizhi said: "I said for the people, including the royalties from the previous broadcast of "Cliff", you have collected almost 10,000 yuan in royalties this month, right?"

"Not that much, just six to seven thousand yuan."

"That doesn't mean the same thing?"

This kind of money-making efficiency made colleagues excited. Yao Shuzhi sighed: "No, I have to write some novels. The royalties are so greedy!"

Liu Yin joked: "Then you have to learn more lessons for the people."

The more Lin Weimin thought about this, the more he felt that something was wrong. I was still too naive.

Liu Yin added: "Don't forget, Weimin still hasn't received the royalties for Farewell My Concubine!"

Colleagues were shocked and almost forgot about it.

This guy also has a short novel waiting to be published.

"Hey, how many words are there in "Farewell My Concubine"?"

"It seems like more than 120,000 words, right?"

Yao Shuzhi counted a few seconds with her fingers and exclaimed: "Isn't that more than a thousand yuan?"

Liu Yin nodded and said, "That's right. From now on, if a girl from any family marries Weimin, she will be blessed!"

She raised her eyebrows at Lin Weimin, "Weimin, can I introduce you to someone with my eldest sister?"

Lin Weimin waved his hand quickly, "No, no, no. I'm still too young. Let's talk about it in a few years."

Liu Yin thought Lin Weimin was being shy, "Don't be shy. You are already 21 after the New Year, and it's time to think about personal issues."

"My eldest sister, you really don't need it. Just let me live a carefree single life for a few more years."

Seeing that Lin Weimin was serious, Liu Yin gave up the idea, but still couldn't help complaining: "Today's young people, none of them know how to be anxious. If I think about it later, the good cabbage will be gone. "

Lin Weimin was also complaining in his heart that Liu Yin was only thirty years old and already had the potential to be a matchmaker.

Rong Shihui took advantage of others not paying attention and got close to Lin Weimin, "Hey, Weimin, will the girl from my old family consider taking the exam?"

Lin Weimin glanced at him helplessly, "My uncle Rong, please spare me."

Rong Shihui frowned, "You kid. That girl is such a good kid. She is so talented and pretty like you."

"It's her own good. I haven't found a partner yet."

"When you want to find a partner, other people's children will be confused." Rong Shihui said exactly the same as Liu Yin.

After politely declining Rong Shihui's kindness, Lin Weimin saw Yao Shuzhi staring at him.

"What are you doing?"

Yao Shuzhi said quietly, "If you're not a bachelor, who is?"

"Hey!" Lin Weimin was furious for a moment.

This girl, why is her mouth so bad?

When it was almost time to get off work, Uncle Zhai from the reception room came over and told Lin Weimin that someone was looking for him. When he came to the door of the front building, he saw a shiny bald head.

"Hey, waiter, have you changed your hairstyle?" Lin Weimin joked.

Does this count as witnessing history?

Chen Pei suddenly turned down his face and asked, "Are you on the right track?"

Lin Weimin stopped his smile and said seriously: "That's okay. What do you want from me?"

"Can't I come and see you if I have nothing to do?"

"Are you so kind?"

Chen Xiaoer avoided Lin Weimin's gaze with a guilty conscience and said, "I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

Lin Weimin was alert. The sun was coming out in the west?

"Hey, what's that look in your eyes? You don't want to eat, do you? Then let me go!"

Chen Xiaoer was about to leave, but found Lin Weimin standing motionless.

He was in a dilemma for a moment, and finally took back his step.

"Oh! It's been a new year, and we haven't seen each other for more than a month, right? I miss you so much."

Regardless of whether Chen Xiaoer's words are true or false, it is still a bit of a treat.

After work, the two entered a restaurant.

After pondering for a long time, Chen Peisi asked: "How is the writing going for the role you promised me?"

"I have no inspiration." Lin Weimin said perfunctorily.

Chen Peisi said: "I heard that you wrote another novel during the Chinese New Year."

"How do you know it?"

"Who doesn't have a relationship anymore? Don't fool me, kid."

Lin Weimin thought that Chen Xiaoer should have heard what Uncle Zhai said.

"What do you mean by deceiving you? Do you think inspiration can be something you just have? If you say that, our relationship will be hopeless." Lin Weimin pretended to be angry.

Chen Peisi quickly grabbed him, "Hey, don't worry, don't worry, it's all my fault, brother."

He rolled his eyes, changed his mind, and asked, "I heard that your new novel is good, and you want to adapt it into a play?"

"Well, there is such a thing."

"What, is there a suitable role?"

"I'm writing these plays for people's art. Once you're acting in a movie, why do you always want to get in here!"

"Dramas and movies are all art. You are a screenwriter. Giving me a role is not just a matter of a word from you?"

Lin Weimin waved his hands and said: "Don't talk nonsense. It is a national-level theater after all, and I can't be the master of it. Besides, you really can't act in that play."

Lin Weimin felt happy when he thought of Chen Xiaoer's image and "Farewell My Concubine" together.