1980 My literary era

A few mornings later, the office should be quiet at this time on weekdays, but today there was a bit of restlessness.

"For the people, are you coming in the morning?"

"Yes, I specifically asked him to take leave."

Lin Weimin replied to He Qizhi.

That day, Lin Weimin asked Lao Qin to read the manuscript of "The King of Chess" and took it back to the office, which immediately aroused enthusiastic feedback from his colleagues.

It’s been a long time since we’ve seen such a surprising work.

More importantly, the author named Acheng seems to have jumped out of the cracks in the rocks. Everyone has never heard of it before.

A few years before Ah Cheng returned to the city, he became very close to the "Today" group. In those years, he was indispensable in many cultural activities in Yanjing.

However, "Contemporary" and "Today" are completely different routes, so no one in the editorial department has heard of him.

A newcomer with no reputation, but his moves are so mature and amazing. Everyone is curious about what kind of person this Acheng is.

Amid everyone's eager anticipation, Cheng finally knocked on the door of the editorial office.

Just like Tang Sanzang who entered Pansi Cave, he was instantly surrounded by many "goblins".

Ah Cheng is never afraid of big scenes.

Facing many editors who are full of interest in him, he can cope with it easily. From time to time, he will intersperse a few short jokes in the chat, making everyone laugh.

In less than an hour, all the colleagues in the editorial department had a good impression of Ah Cheng.

I even believe that novels like "The King of Chess" were written by him.

"Okay, okay, that's almost it. I'm here to pick up the royalties. I have to go back to work later."

Lin Weimin interrupted the enthusiastic chat of his colleagues and rescued Acheng from a group of people.

Lin Weimin went to get the manuscript fee slip from Cheng, handed it to him, and joked: "You should not come to our editorial office in the future, it will directly affect our work efficiency!"

Acheng smiled and was about to speak but stopped when his eyes saw the numbers on the fee sheet.

"One hundred and forty yuan!" Cheng exclaimed.

The total number of words in "The King of Chess" is only 14,000 words, and the price is 140 yuan, which is the standard fee of 10 yuan for 1,000 words.

Although Ah Cheng has never published any works in publications, he has been involved in the cultural circle for several years, so he is naturally aware of the current standards for royalties.

Ten yuan per thousand words is already the top standard for most publications.

Lin Weimin said: "The quality of "The King of Chess" is very high, and the royalties must be worthy of its quality."

"Contemporary" has gained a lot of momentum in the past two years, and it has a vague tendency to take the top spot in the field of domestic literary publications.

If you publish a novel in such a publication, you will still get a royalties of ten yuan per thousand words.

Although Cheng had helped his father publish books before, this was his first experience of having his work published in a publication.

Who can not be excited and happy to receive such attention?

Ah Cheng laughed heartily, saying that a scholar would die for his confidant, and now he felt this feeling deeply.

Lin Weimin patted Acheng on the shoulder and said, "If you have any manuscripts in the future, remember to send them to us."

Acheng nodded, "No problem."

Even for this royalties, I have to send them!

These days, there are not many publications as generous as "Contemporary"!

Lin Weimin took out a package wrapped in newspaper from the desk drawer and handed it to Acheng.

Ah Cheng opened the newspaper and found several ancient books inside. He looked surprised.

"this……"

"That day at my house, I saw that you liked these books, so I gave them to you!" Lin Weimin said.

Ah Cheng's usual calm mood was broken.

From the fact that when he went to the countryside to join the queue, he had to carry a large box of books thousands of miles away, we knew that he was a book-loving person.

Not to mention that the books Lin Weimin gave him were extremely rare ancient books, and their value could not be measured with money.

"This...I..."

Acheng, who has always been eloquent, was speechless for a moment.

Lin Weimin smiled and said at this time: "Just think of it as a celebration of your first novel being published in our "Contemporary". In the future, you will write hard and try to publish more novels. It is best to publish them in a collection."

Faced with Lin Weimin's best wishes, Acheng had no words, but nodded heavily with firm eyes.

"Um!"

After seeing Ah Cheng off, Lin Weimin returned to the office.

Pair after pair of eyes stared at him, wherever he went, even if he was as thick-skinned as Lin Weimin, he couldn't stand it anymore.

"What are you doing?" he couldn't help but ask.

Liu Yin sighed: "I finally understand why you are so good at writing manuscripts!"

"Why?" Lin Weimin asked.

Liu Yin looked at him deeply and said nothing.

He Qizhi said quietly: "Show him what he likes, give him kindness and power, use both soft and hard tactics."

Yao Shuzhi added: "The most important thing is to be willing to spend money!"

Others nodded in agreement. The last sentence was so important.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but sneered: "Vulgar! Too vulgar! You guys are so narrow-minded!"

Unfortunately, his method worked well for the authors, but it didn't seem to work well for his colleagues.

Everyone laughed at his words.

Everyone admires this guy's methods, but he really can't learn them!

I could borrow hundreds or even thousands of yuan in royalties on request, and give away rare and expensive ancient books on request.

If this group of people lives to future generations, they will probably spit on Lin Weimin and curse: "Foolish RMB players!"

Another day, Rong Shihui had been discharged from the hospital and was now recuperating at home. Lin Weimin took his place and went to the Institute of Literature to teach the students.

With the exchanges in the previous class, the students were no stranger to him. The atmosphere in the class was very harmonious. Lin Weimin's friendly and humorous style won everyone's welcome.

After the class ended, Lin Weimin did not leave in a hurry, but chatted with everyone.

Each of these students is an author who has published works or even won national awards. Many of them can further be transferred to the Literary and Art Association to become full-time writers. These are all potential contributors to "Contemporary".

In Lin Weimin's eyes, these are good leeks one after another!

It is absolutely unacceptable to miss such an opportunity!

As we chatted, we talked about the recent major events of the Institute of Literary Studies.

Two major events have been circulating in the institute recently.

One is that there will be an exam in the institute in the second half of the year. Once the students of the institute's seventh literary editing class and eighth literary creation class pass the exam, they will be admitted to Yenching University after graduating from the institute. The writer class of the Chinese Department joined the class for one year and graduated before the summer vacation of 1987. They were awarded a four-year undergraduate diploma from Yenching University.

Another thing is that the Literary and Art Association is reporting to the higher authorities to transform the Institute of Literature, the cradle of Chinese writers, into the National Academy of Literature.

Judging from the name, the National Academy of Literature is ten or twenty times more impressive than the Institute of Literature.

These two things complement each other. Rumors started circulating when Lin Weimin and the others entered the Literary Research Institute, and because of their academic qualifications, the institute made a special report to the ministry through the Literary and Literary Association, but unfortunately it failed.

Otherwise, Teacher Lin now has a master's degree from Yenching University.

That's right, the Literary Studies Institute back then was so bold that it dared to obtain a six-year master's degree diploma from Yanda after only three months of training.

"You guys are really at a good time. You can get a diploma from Yanda after graduation." Lin Weimin sighed.

"Teacher Lin, you were not bad at that time! We have heard that the people who gave you lectures were all masters. Isn't it the time when you became a teacher of Mr. Wan at the Institute of Literary Studies?"

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "You guys are quite clear about what I'm asking about!"

"Don't bother asking for your gossip, others tell you."

Lin Weimin said sarcastically: "What did you say just now? The first group of lecturers were all masters. Do you mean that the level of our teachers is no longer good?"

The person who answered immediately couldn't answer the question and looked embarrassed, making everyone laugh.

Everyone naturally knew that Lin Weimin was joking.

After everyone had laughed, Lin Weimin said seriously: "Our batch is indeed a bit special. After all, it is the first class of students that the Institute of Literature and Literature has resumed, so we will get more or less preferential treatment."

"We couldn't compare with you now. At that time, the Institute of Literature and Literature still used the house of School D of the Chaoyang District Committee. The classrooms were used as their cafeteria, and the dormitories were used as their offices."

When Lin Weimin said this, everyone couldn't help but nod.

Now that the Literary Research Institute has moved to Balizhuang and has an independent school building, the conditions are definitely much better than back then.

"However, no matter what the external conditions are, the most important thing is to come to the Institute of Literary Studies and improve yourself. Everyone who comes to study at the institute is recommended by various publications. Everyone has published works, and some You have also won national awards, so you are already very lucky compared to most people who want to take this path in literature."

When Lin Weimin spoke, he was thinking of his classmate Cheng Shixu.

“I hope everyone who comes to the Institute will not regard this experience as a qualification, but as an opportunity to learn and improve.”

The students heard the hope in Lin Weimin's words and were deeply moved.

After communicating with the students, Lin Weimin left the classroom. He would have to attend the next class later.

After leaving the classroom, Lin Weimin did not leave the Literary Research Institute immediately, but found Xu Gang, the director.

I asked about the cooperation between the Cultural Association and Wuhan University.

"Why are you asking about this?" Xu Gang asked curiously.

Lin Weimin pondered for a moment and said, "I asked Cheng Shixu, do you still have any impression of the director?"

"I have an impression of Cheng Shixu. The young man is very studious and takes everything seriously."

"After the training, Shi Xu returned to his hometown. In the past few years..."

After Xu Gang listened to Lin Weimin's description of Cheng Shixu's situation in recent years, he felt very sad.

"Creation depends not only on talent, but sometimes also on luck. There is no problem with Cheng Shixu's writing skills."

"Yes, he must have entered a bottleneck period. So I thought I would take this opportunity to let him go for further training. Maybe it would be miraculous."

Xu Gang nodded, "Your idea is right."

He patted the armrest of the chair, "After all, he is a student from our Institute of Literary Studies, leave this matter to me!"

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "Thank you very much, director!"

"I have nothing to thank you for." Xu Gang looked at Lin Weimin with a sincere expression, "It is a good thing for everyone to have you in the fifth issue of the Institute of Literature. Everyone seems to be able to ask you for help if they have anything. Last time it was Guo Yudao , this time it’s Cheng Shixu.”

Xu Gang mentioned Guo Yudao, and the smile on Lin Weimin's face disappeared, "What a pity, Lao Guo!"

"Yes!" Xu Gang also looked regretful.