1980 My literary era

"You have to send it!"

"Can't send it!"

"You have to send it!"

"Can't send it!"

Lin Weimin and Xie Mingqing were fighting like a bullfight, and the atmosphere was tit-for-tat, which made everyone in the editorial department sweat for the two.

"Lao Xie, you are not particular!"

"Why am I not paying attention anymore?" Xie Mingqing said with a guilty conscience.

Lin Weimin looked at his expression of pretending to be confused, and felt disgusted in his heart.

"You have to think about it carefully. If you don't publish this novel, my novels will no longer be published in People's Literature!"

Lin Weimin threatened like a bully who bullies men and women.

Xie Mingqing's momentum suddenly weakened. This kid was holding his seven inches.

"It's useless for you to threaten me. This is not conducive to unity, so we really can't do it!"

Xie Mingqing gritted his teeth and said.

"good!"

I didn’t realize that, Lao Xie, you are usually so tired, but you still have integrity at critical moments.

Lin Weimin said no more, turned around and left.

Xie Mingqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Colleagues gathered around Lin Weimin after he left, "Lao Xie, you really don't want to publish it? What if that guy really doesn't publish it in the future?"

Xie Mingqing smiled slightly, confident, "It's okay, I'll let the editor-in-chief treat him!"

Colleagues laughed, saying that evil people will be punished by evil people.

While everyone was talking, they didn't expect Lin Weimin to leave and come back again, with a little old man following behind him.

"Teacher Wang! Please comment. In the past, all my works were left to our "People's Literature". My contribution to the sales of our "People's Literature" can be said to be without credit or hard work. There is no Hard work and fatigue!

Lao Xie, this Lao Xie is so heartless!

Last time I posted "Lover", he wouldn't let me. This time I want to publish the book "The Thief of Officials", but he won't let me publish it. It's simply ungrateful and bullying! "

Lin Weimin, like a primary school student who complained to his teacher, stood next to Wang Meng, accusing Xie Mingqing of what he had done with blood and tears.

But in the eyes of many comrades in the editorial department, this guy is more like pretending to be powerful.

Wang Meng just took up the post of editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" at the end of last year. He was walking in the corridor and bumped into Lin Weimin. Before he could understand the situation, he was pulled into the editorial department by Lin Weimin.

"Comrade Ming and Qing, what's going on?"

Xie Mingqing said helplessly: "Editor-in-Chief, don't listen to his nonsense. It's not the case at all."

Xie Mingqing leaned into Wang Meng's ear and told the whole story.

Wang Meng suddenly felt a lot of pressure. Not long after he took office, a difficult job came up.

"Let me take a look at the manuscript!"

Xie Mingqing asked Lin Weimin for a manuscript, but he refused to give it to him. His fingers turned white before he let go.

Xie Mingqing snorted, feeling guilty for being a thief!

"Look!"

Wang Meng took the manuscript, turned a few pages, and saw a familiar name. He turned a few more pages, and another, and then turned no more.

"Comrade Weimin!" Wang Meng sighed and called Lin Weimin, "You...are making us very embarrassed!"

Lin Weimin said harshly: "Teacher Wang, don't just look at these insignificant details, look at the story. My story is awesome!"

"Then you changed the person's name!" Xie Mingqing interrupted.

"I won't change it. These character names are my inspiration for writing. If I change the names, the taste of the novel will change!" Lin Weimin said stubbornly.

The corner of Wang Meng's mouth twitched. This was the first time he had seen a writer who praised himself so much.

However, this seems to be quite normal for Lin Weimin.

He just glanced at it a few times and saw an original text from "The Thief of Officials": Six sons, no father and no mother, Zhang Muzhi's godson. Before following Zhang Muzhi, he also had a name, Lin Weimin.

After hearing Lin Weimin's words, not only Wang Meng, but also other people in the editorial department had their mouths twitching crazily.

Okay, the reason you came up with is high-sounding.

If we were not individuals, we would have let you fool us.

Complaints are complaints, but after all, Lin Weimin is his comrade, and he has published so many popular novels in "People's Literature". Wang Meng was in a dilemma for a while.

"Comrade for the people, just change your name. Why don't you change your name to a homophonic one?"

Lin Weimin shook his head, like a fool, "You can't change it. If you change it, this novel will be meaningless."

Isn't it boring to you?

Everyone complained in their hearts and felt a little emotional at the same time.

Literary men, how can they hold grudges the most?

Lin Weimin's attitude made Wang Meng scratch his head anxiously.

This guy can be regarded as the treasure of the Chinese Literature Society. The superiors even sent a working group down, and the agency forced him to give him a holiday without even letting the working group see him.

You can’t hit me, you can’t scold me!

When I went to the Literary Research Institute, I felt that he was a devil. Unexpectedly, when I arrived at the Chinese Literary Society, he still looked like a bird!

When Lin Weimin committed a crime, Wang Meng also had a headache.

Xie Mingqing saw Wang Meng's dilemma, and like a dog-legged military advisor, he ran to Wang Meng's ear and whispered a few words. Wang Meng's eyes immediately lit up after hearing this.

"Comrade Weimin, this manuscript of yours is indeed a good one, but the matter is serious, so I think we should discuss it at the meeting!"

Lin Weimin's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes began to wander, "Isn't it necessary to discuss it? There are so many works to be published in the club every month, so let's leave space for those works that are more needed!"

"Yes, yes! It's a pity that such an excellent work cannot be discussed in a forum! I think we can hold a seminar later to discuss your novel specifically."

Wang Meng thought he had caught Lin Weimin's weakness and said with a smile.

Lin Weimin glared at Xie Mingqing fiercely, turned to Wang Meng and said, "Teacher Wang, no need. Otherwise, let me make a homophonic pronunciation!"

"Make it a homophone? It might lose the charm and be a bit nondescript. I think it's better to change the name. It'd be better if it matches the meaning of the text!"

The little old man kept pushing further.

"A pseudonym?" Lin Weimin's voice rose an octave, "Then I might as well not use it at all!"

Xie Mingqing immediately said: "I won't send it anymore, that's what you said!"

"Fart! You guys forced me to do this!"

Wang Meng quickly waved his hand, "Hey, don't quarrel, don't quarrel, let's discuss the problem."

"Comrade Weimin! You have to understand the difficulties of Comrade Ming and Qing and me. It would be better if your novel was published in other publications. Our "People's Literature" is not only a member of the Chinese Literature Society, but also represents If you express a certain official attitude without any restraint, you will inevitably be suspected of being a prostitute in the melon field, don’t you think?"

"What's the matter? The quality of my manuscript is excellent! It would be a pity not to publish it in People's Literature!" Lin Weimin argued.

Wang Meng looked at Xie Mingqing with a questioning look in his eyes. Just now he had just flipped through the manuscript hastily, focusing mainly on the names.

Realizing what Wang Meng meant, Xie Mingqing nodded.

This manuscript is not only excellent, but also a bit awesome!

This time, Wang Meng had an even bigger headache!

"Editor-in-Chief!"

Zhu Wei, whose desk was guarding the office door, suddenly stood up and shouted.

Everyone looked around and saw an old lady with silver hair standing at the door.

"What's going on? I heard a lot of noise in the corridor just now!" Wei Junyi asked.

Wang Meng and Xie Mingqing immediately beamed with joy when they saw her.

On the other hand, looking at Lin for the people is like mourning an heir.

Xie Mingqing consciously acted as the villain, "Editor-in-Chief, we are discussing Weimin's new work!"

When Wei Junyi heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Are there new works for the people? It's very efficient!"

Xie Mingqing handed over the manuscript with great discernment.

Lin Weimin's eyes were splitting when he saw this scene. You old man, you are not the son of a man!

Wei Junyi took the manuscript and opened it happily. Lin Weimin was about to leave quietly, but Wei Junyi only noticed something was wrong after turning two pages.

"return!"

Lin Weimin sighed and turned around helplessly.

Without reading further, Wei Junyi can already roughly guess Lin Weimin's purpose in writing this novel.

"You, follow me to the office!" This is what he said to Lin Weimin.

"Old Wang, come here too!" This was said to Wang Meng.

Lin Weimin entered Wei Junyi's office dejectedly and sat on the sofa. The only sound in the office was the sound of Wei Junyi turning pages.

"Bah!" The finished manuscript was placed on the desk, and Lin Weimin and Wang Meng raised their heads at the same time.

Wei Junyi's eyes shot at Lin Weimin through his glasses, and suddenly Lin Weimin felt a murderous aura.

"Editor-in-Chief, please listen to my explanation!"

"Okay!" Wei Junyi did not give Lin Weimin a chance to quibble, and said to Wang Meng: "Old Wang, the manuscript is indeed a rare and good manuscript, but the problems are also obvious..."

There was a bit of a wry smile on Wang Meng's face. This was what made him and Xie Mingqing the most difficult and distressed.

In fact, he just thought about it and realized that Lin Weimin might not be talking nonsense in the editorial department.

This "The Thief of Officials" is so well written, and those people's attacks and slanders may indeed have provided Lin Weimin with inspiration and motivation.

When Wei Junyi said this, her eyes couldn't help but glance at Lin Weimin, "Hu Gan is so stupid!"

Lin Weimin breathed a sigh of relief. For Mrs. Wei, if you don't scold her, you will praise her.

"What's the opinion of your editorial department?" Wei Junyi asked.

"We here think it's best to change the name."

Previously, Wang Meng said in the editorial department that "using homophonic sounds" was just an excuse. No one is a fool. Can we still see the homophonic sounds?

The pseudonym is his ultimate goal.

Zhou Shuren, whose pen name is Lu Xun, and his pseudonym Gong Khan, can you associate these three names together?

There are also countless revolutionaries and literary figures who have adopted names that even their parents would not be able to recognize.

"Well..." Wei Junyi nodded and pondered.

After a moment, she said: "A pseudonym is still necessary, so as not to hurt the hearts of old comrades."

"According to the opinion of your editorial department, all characters will be given pseudonyms."

Wang Meng nodded, still taking the overall situation into consideration as a leader.

"Also, I don't think Wei Min's name should be used in this novel. Let him use a pen name."

Wang Meng's expression was a little surprised. Leader, are you... too cautious?

Lin Weimin was shocked and heartbroken, "Leader, you can't do this! You are causing pain to your relatives and pleasure to your enemies. You are confused!"

Wei Junyi had a dark look on her face, "What's the fuss about?"

She continued to say to Wang Meng: "That's the name of the Sixth Son. I think it's better to keep it!"

Wang Meng did not understand what Wei Junyi meant. "Six Sons" are six sons. There is no reservation.

But when he saw Wei Junyi's finger pointing at the words "Lin Weimin" on the manuscript, he fell silent.

Leader, is it interesting that you take off your pants and fart like this?

Wang Meng felt a little apologetic in his heart: Sorry, that was vulgar!