1980 My literary era

The Chinese Literature Foundation was established in 1986. In short, this organization is very awesome, so I will omit it below.

The reading activity that Lin Weimin participated in before traveling through time was a small one among the many activities planned by the foundation every year.

He remembered that the foundation initially approached the famous Hong Kong patriotic businessman Huo Guantai to raise HK$5 million as the foundation's start-up capital.

Five million Hong Kong dollars in 1988 is a huge amount for the country. It is precisely because of this crucial donation that a solid foundation was laid for the establishment of the foundation.

Through Zhang Qi's words, Lin Weimin knew that after he came up with the idea of ​​establishing a foundation, the first thing he thought of was himself.

In today's Chinese literary world, who doesn't know that Lin Weimin is rich!

The standard of royalties in China is already top-notch, the output of works is very large, and the royalties have surpassed many peers.

At the same time, there are many adaptations of works in TV series and dramas, which also generate a lot of income.

The most critical thing is the overseas publication of his works. The fact that Lin Weimin received huge royalties from overseas publishing of his works has been abuzz in the domestic literary circles in the past two years.

At first it was said to be tens of thousands of knives, but later it became more than 100 or 200,000. This year it was even more exaggerated, with as much as 1 million knives.

There is no reason not to pick up such a big fat sheep!

Lin Weimin's net worth cannot be compared with Huo Guantai's, but if he becomes the first donor of the Chinese Literature Foundation, this name seems to be good.

With this great righteousness, when the foundation is established in the future, it’s not too much to be a director, right?

The presidents are all nine-bag elders in the country, so I have to be considered a protector no matter what.

Thinking about it this way, the money spent is not a loss!

Lin Weimin laughed and said: "Okay, this is a good name! It's grand enough, so even with this name, I have to donate some money!"

Zhang Qi was immediately overjoyed when he heard this, "Oh, thank you so much! Thank you so much!"

Regardless of how much money can be donated, Lin Weimin is the first writer Zhang Qi found. If he can raise the money, he is already off to a good start.

After Lin Weimin laughed, he pretended to be deep in thought.

Zhang Qi looked worried again when he saw him.

What does this mean? Why do you still want to change your mind?

"Since it's called the Chinese Literature Foundation, it can't be too shabby!" Lin Weimin muttered.

Zhang Qi breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he was thinking about this issue. Listening to Lin Weimin's tone, he felt a little more hopeful.

"I still have fifty thousand yuan in the bank, a little less."

Zhang Qi was delighted when he heard Lin Weimin's words, fifty thousand yuan!

A lot, a lot!

He originally thought that it would be good if he could get tens of thousands of dollars.

He didn't just come here for Lin Weimin, but all the famous writers and literary seniors in the country were recorded in his notebook, and none of them could escape.

A few thousand yuan for one person, hundreds of thousands for a hundred people. With this money, he can start the preparation work of the foundation.

Then, using the names of these literary seniors to lobby... some companies and businessmen, wouldn't this foundation be established?

"Oh, Teacher Lin, thank you so much for your generosity!"

Zhang Qi held Lin Weimin's hand and shook it hard, almost shaking out Lin Weimin's overnight meal.

"Stop, stop, stop, please wait a moment before shaking."

Lin Weimin took his hand away from Zhang Qi, "I mean, fifty thousand yuan is a little less. It just so happened that I got some royalties from the publication of my novel in Xiangjiang."

Is the novel published in Xiangjiang?

Zhang Qi was surprised, when did this happen? These colleagues in the country have not heard anything about it!

"Teacher Lin's work was also published in Xiangjiang? When did it happen?"

"It's just a coincidence that a senior from Xiangjiang happened to come over. At the end of last year, he made a statement..."

Lin Weimin hesitated. He was focused on collecting royalties and didn't care much about the serialization status of "Sing Tao Evening News".

"It should be early this year." He said casually.

Zhang Qi complimented him again. In the past, he only knew that Lin Weimin's works were published in the United States, but now they are also published in Xiangjiang. Isn't this because he is heading towards an internationally renowned writer?

"The royalties..." Zhang Qi asked again.

He's not a money-crazy guy, he's really used to living a hard life, and suddenly he meets Lin Weimin, a wealthy businessman, and he can't help himself!

"I'm thinking, how about putting together the whole thing? One hundred thousand yuan is not much, just think of it as the start-up capital of our Chinese Literature Foundation!"

One hundred thousand dollars? Isn’t that much?

Zhang Qi mentally criticized Teacher Lin's decadent values.

But Zhang Qi was still ecstatic with joy and said incoherently, "Haha! Teacher Lin, too many! Too many!"

"Not too much, not too much. Because the name of our foundation is national in nature, it can't be too shabby."

Lin Weimin said "our foundation" twice, which suddenly moved Zhang Qi.

Teacher Lin is so capable!

I really take the foundation as my own business.

He shook Lin Weimin's hand again, "Thank you, thank you!"

"Stop being so polite. I have done my best." Lin Weimin interrupted Zhang Qi's thanks, then changed the subject and asked, "With my money, what are your next plans?" what to do?"

"I plan to visit all the senior literary figures and great writers in the country to raise as many donations as possible, and then organize activities to expand the scale of fundraising."

After all, Teacher Lin is also the first donor of the foundation. In the future, the establishment of the foundation must have Teacher Lin’s name, that is, one of his own people. Zhang Qi did not shy away from speaking out his thoughts.

Lin Weimin was shocked after hearing Zhang Qi's thoughts.

No, you look for other writers in the country. There are so many senior writers. Doesn’t it mean that I, the first advocate, don’t seem to be important?

This is not okay.

"Teacher Zhang, I have to say a few words to you. To do big things, you have to have a plan!"

Zhang Qi didn't understand why Lin Weimin suddenly changed his temperament. What can I say about this kind of temperament? It made people think of standing ovation.

"Just looking at the pockets of these domestic writers, they all came here through hardship. How much money can we have?"

"You have to look outside and look far away!"

Zhang Qi followed the direction of his finger. Isn't this... too high a level? Can't reach it?

Zhang Qi thought that he was bold enough just to start this foundation, but he didn't expect Teacher Lin to be even bolder. He was simply audacious.

"Teacher Lin, we can't reach that side of the sea!"

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding!" Lin Weimin waved his hand, "I didn't mean at sea, but overseas."

"overseas?"

Lin Weimin reminded: "Xiangjiang!"

"Xiangjiang?" Zhang Qi pondered.

"Not only in Xiangjiang, but also in Haojiang, there are many patriotic businessmen who support our side. If we work hard, it shouldn't be a problem to raise the funds needed for the foundation."

Zhang Qi said: "Mr. Lin, I have also considered the method you mentioned. I'm afraid I need the help of comrades from the relevant departments to help bridge the gap!"

Lin Weimin nodded and said: "It will definitely require comrades from relevant departments to come forward to help, but I think this is the safest way. After all, none of our domestic writers are rich. Even if we donate more, how much can we donate? It is a drop in the bucket. Ah! Only the businessmen in Xiangjiang have enough strength to support this foundation."

Zhang Qi thought for a while and felt that what Lin Weimin said made sense. What he thought before was still too simple.

He is the only writer with such deep pockets as Lin Weimin in China. Among the other writers, even the Yan Bing Literary Award, which was established using his royalties according to Shen Yanbing's will, donated only 250,000 yuan in royalties. This is Mr. Shen Yanbing’s lifetime savings of royalties!

Compared with these works in China, the wealthy businessmen in Xiangjiang have much more money. As long as they can talk through one or two people...

Zhang Qi strengthened his confidence when he thought of this. This foundation must be established. If nothing else, even for the sake of Teacher Lin providing money and ideas, he must do this well.

With Lin Weimin's persuasion, Zhang Qi changed his mind and decided to continue on the path of harvesting wool and slaughtering large households.

The two chatted for a while, discussing the details of how to successfully start the foundation. Zhang Qi temporarily introduced Lin Weimin as a confidant.

"Teacher Lin, the establishment of our foundation is inseparable from you!"

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "At most I can give you some advice and some money. I'm afraid you have to run the rest by yourself."

What he wants is the foundation's name, but he doesn't want to put in the hard work of establishing and operating the foundation.

He knew that before time travel, Zhang Qi had to make more than a dozen trips to Hong Kong to get Huo Guantai to donate, before he agreed to donate five million Hong Kong dollars.

Fundraising is really not done by humans.

After talking so much with Zhang Qi, Teacher Lin's ambition gradually expanded.

As someone who provides money and ideas, it’s not too much to make a vice-president when the time comes, right?

While the two were talking, Lin Weimin heard someone calling his name in the corridor. He looked over and saw that it was He Qizhi.

"Mo Yan came to work and said he wanted to see you for something. He sounded very urgent."

Zhang Qidao: "Teacher Lin, go ahead and do your work first. I'll wait for you for a while."

Lin Weimin followed He Qizhi back to the second floor and saw Mo Yan who looked anxious and helpless.

"Teacher Lin, I have something to ask you for help!"

"Don't be anxious, tell me slowly, what's going on?" Lin Weimin reassured.

It turned out that Mo Yan heard the news about the resumption of enrollment in the Literature Department of the People's Liberation Army Art Academy a few days ago. The resumption of enrollment in the Military Arts and Literature Department this time is not a unified recruitment. The recruitment targets are young military cadres who have published works in national public publications. The academic system is Two years, and a college diploma will be issued after graduation.

He specifically asked for leave and went to Yanjing to register for the exam, but was told that the registration process was over. Mo Yan panicked and didn't know what to do.

He didn't know anyone in Yanjing. In this case, the first thing that came to his mind was Lin Weimin.

"Teacher Lin, can you help me think of a solution?" Mo Yan's eyes were pleading.

Going to college is an obsession for him. Even though he has made some achievements in literary creation and the development of the army has also improved, he still can't let go of the idea of ​​going to college.

Lin Weimin watched Mo Yan take out the magazines "Lotus Pond" and "Contemporary" he had prepared from his bag, which he had prepared for military arts registration.

There was Cheng Shixu before him, and Mo Yan behind him. Recently, I have been involved in going to school!

After all, Mo Yan had brought out the writers himself, so if Lin Weimin could help him, he would definitely help. But when it came to signing up for military arts, Lin Weimin thought about it and realized that he couldn't help him much!

"Martial arts!"

Lin Weimin asked his colleagues, "Do you know anyone who is a military artist?"

Everyone shook their heads, and He Qizhi said: "Ask Lao Meng and Lao Tan."

Lin Weimin went to their office to ask. Lao Meng did know the former dean of Military Arts, but that was more than ten years ago, and he is gone now.

Lin Weimin stood there in deep thought for a while, and suddenly remembered that there was Zhang Qi upstairs.

He is now in charge of the general affairs of national literature, so he might be able to help.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask someone for you."

Lin Weimin said something to Mo Yan, then turned back upstairs to find Zhang Qi.

"Teacher Zhang, I have something to ask you."

"What's up?"

"Do you know anyone from the Department of Military Arts and Literature?"

Zhang Qi asked: "Who? Xu Huaizhong?"

Lin Weimin's face showed excitement, "Do you know him?"

"We know each other! Isn't Xu Huaizhong the head of the literature department? Their literature department has resumed operations, and our literary association has even helped!"

Lin Weimin clapped his hands, "That's great!"

He told Zhang Qi about Mo Yan's situation, and showed Zhang Qi some of Mo Yan's articles.

"Well, he's a good seedling!" Zhang Qi read the novel, with a flash of admiration in his eyes, "Then I'll contact him about this."

Lin Weimin said happily: "Okay, that's great!"

Just now he was afraid that things would go wrong, so he didn't let Zhang Qi and Mo Yan meet. Now that they have agreed to help, the matter is basically close.

Lin Weimin took Zhang Qi downstairs and introduced him to Mo Yan, "You have to thank Teacher Zhang properly!"

Mo Yan excitedly bowed to Zhang Qi repeatedly, "Thank you, Teacher Zhang!"

"Don't be like this, don't be like this, I'm just helping you."

Zhang Qi grabbed Mo Yan and looked at the time again, "It's better to do this sooner rather than later. I think I might as well take you to the Military Arts."

"Okay, it will save you long nights and more dreams." Lin Weimin said.