1980 My literary era

In the 1980s, it was not easy to transfer jobs, not to mention that Zheng Guo was transferred across regions.

It's a pity that Lin Weimin kept insinuating him for a long time, but the boy didn't let go, which added a bit of mystery to him.

It is a happy thing for Lin Weimin that a familiar friend returns again.

Time has slowly come to July, and the fourth issue of "Contemporary" this year has been officially launched. The comrades in the editorial department can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Since the release of the spy album last year, the sales of "Contemporary" have successfully exceeded 600,000 copies. Since its revision to a bimonthly publication, sales have steadily increased, and the print run of "Contemporary" in July reached 700,000 copies.

For "Contemporary", which was established just two years ago, this is definitely a number to be proud of.

"Serving the people is truly a blessing to our Chinese literary society!"

Meng Weizai had just finished a meeting in the club, and he talked to Wei Junyi beside him.

At the meeting just now, the club reported the sales volume of "People's Literature" this quarter. The sales volume of the April issue reached 750,000 copies. Although the sales volume of the May and June issues fell back, they still maintained their sales. The mark of 700,000 copies.

Compared with the sales of just over 500,000 copies per issue a few months ago, this number is a leapfrog growth.

Everyone knows the origin, and it is because of Lin Weimin's "Farewell My Concubine".

It has been three months since the April issue was released, and letters from readers across the country are still pouring in.

According to the statistics of the agency, more than 95% of the letters from readers mentioned the work "Farewell My Concubine", and 45% of the letters were specifically written to Lin Weimin.

Among all the letters, more than 60% of the readers mentioned that they hoped that the Chinese Literature Society could publish a single version of "Farewell My Concubine".

The surge in sales of "Contemporary" at the end of last year was due to Lin Weimin's "Cliff", and the surge in sales of "People's Literature" in the first half of this year was due to Lin Weimin's "Farewell My Concubine".

It is not an exaggeration to say that such a baby bump is a blessing.

In addition to these, Lin Weimin is also very thoughtful in his work. The suggestions for the reader questionnaire he gave to the newspaper have now spread to "Contemporary".

Wei Junyi has gray hair and a smile on his face, "This kid is good at everything, but he dances a little too much."

"Can you call me a young man if you don't dance?"

"Look at you, I started protecting the calf before I could say anything." Wei Junyi said with a smile.

Meng Weizai also laughed, "It's okay if we don't protect him. This kid will be in trouble all day long if he acts mischievously!"

Wei Junyi said: "I think this should be considered a happy worry for you."

The two separated laughing and talking. Meng Weizai entered the back building and went up to the second floor where he saw Lin Weimin squatting in the corridor with a pile of letters scattered on the ground.

"What is this for?"

Lin Weimin raised his head and said, "Director!"

"It's all letters and submissions. Let's divide them into categories. It's too hot in the office, but it's cool in the corridor."

"Yes." Meng Weizai nodded, and then said: "We just had a meeting, and the company plans to publish "Farewell My Concubine" in September."

After hearing the news, Lin Weimin was unfazed. The publication of "Farewell My Concubine" was already a certainty.

It's just that the sales performance of the April issue of "People's Literature" has been very good before, so the company is not in a hurry.

Nowadays, the sales ceiling of the April issue is already foreseeable, with a maximum of over 800,000 copies. It is just right for "Farewell My Concubine" to be released in September.

The two said a few words, Meng Weizai returned to the office, and Lin Weimin continued to sort out the submission letter on the doorstep.

After get off work, Lin Weimin returned home, unloaded a packet of letters from readers from the back seat of his bicycle and sent it into the sitting room.

There are now two rows of bookshelves in the room, all made by Zheng Guo's craftsmanship, painted and presentable.

Recently, the number of readers' letters forwarded to him by the club has decreased a lot. It takes a week to save up to one packet, which is about several hundred letters.

Lin Weimin stacked these letters and carefully put them upright on the bookshelf.

After placing the letter, he took a few steps back.

The specifications of the two bookshelves I asked Zheng Guo to buy are 1.8 meters high, 2.4 meters wide and 40 centimeters deep. There are twenty-four separate compartments inside. The two bookshelves lined up occupy exactly one wall.

During this period, Lin Weimin received nearly 20,000 letters from readers through the agency, and he has now sorted them out into his bookshelf.

It took Lin Weimin three whole nights just to sort out these letters from readers, occupying a total of fourteen grids, and not even one bookshelf was filled.

Appreciating these letters from readers is a fulfilling experience for any creator.

Lin Weimin unconsciously thought of Mr. Deng Yuanjie, the king of fairy tales. He bought a house to store letters from readers. Now he is just building a bookshelf, which is not full yet. He has a long way to go!

The next day was Friday, and the eldest nephew Han Zhuangzhuang brought Tian Zhuangzhuang, Xie Xiaojing, Cui Xiaoqin and others to Lin Weimin's courtyard.

Entering the courtyard, the three of them looked at the exquisite and elegant courtyard with envy.

Cui Xiaoqin said privately: "As a writer, you are indeed rich. Teacher Lin's small courtyard can be purchased for at least four to five thousand yuan, right?"

"Vulgar! Too vulgar!" Xie Xiaojing said contemptuously to her, "What Teacher Lin wants is taste."

He looked around, filled with unspeakable affection for Lin Weimin's courtyard.

"Come on, sit down."

In the scorching heat of July, even though it was already evening, the weather was still hot and people were covered in sweat. Lin Weimin moved chairs for them to sit under the trees in the courtyard, while Han Zhuangzhuang went to make tea for everyone.

"Everyone drink some tea. In this hot weather, people will panic!" Lin Weimin said politely.

Tian Zhuangzhuang drank tea and thought to himself that Teacher Lin was obviously younger than them, but being with him felt like being with an elder.

After chatting for a while, Xie Xiaojing took out the script of "Small Courtyard" that they had revised during this period.

"Teacher Lin, you helped point out a lot of problems in the script last time. We went back and revised it carefully. This time, I have to ask you to help us take a look."

Lin Weimin took over the script and said, "Let me take a look!"

When Lin Weimin read the script, no one spoke. Xie Xiaojing and Cui Xiaoqin looked a little nervous. They were the two main writers of the script. They were really afraid that Teacher Lin would find a lot of faults this time, which would be really embarrassing.

The sunset is about to set, and the afterglow shines on the small courtyard.

The sounds of children playing could be heard in the alley, and the people next door were busy shopping for groceries. The crickets that had been sleeping all day began to become active at this time.

Although all kinds of sounds were mixed together, several people inexplicably felt the beauty of silence and peace.

Compared with last time, Lin Weimin read the script much more seriously this time.

After spending nearly half an hour carefully reading the script, Lin Weimin nodded and said: "The changes are not bad, they were made with care."

Xie Xiaojing and Cui Xiaoqin were relieved when they heard this.

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