1980 My literary era

Chapter 333 True Big Dipper

What makes Lin Weimin different from many others is that he achieved results at a young enough age that most writers cannot achieve in their lifetime.

As long as he is willing to go abroad for inspection, study, and exchanges, such opportunities are readily available.

Even if he went abroad at his own expense, Lin Weimin could afford it.

So, why should he mess with this muddy water?

After hearing what he said, Mr. Wan couldn't help scolding him: "I don't know where your arrogance comes from. It's obviously a good thing."

Lin Weimin joked: "Military imperialism will never die in destroying us. We must always be vigilant!"

Mr. Wan smiled at his gag.

After coming out of Mr. Wan's house and walking to the front of the building, Lin Weimin thought of Feng Xiaogang, who was shivering from the cold just now.

He exhaled a white breath. In such a cold weather, he ran here and squatted. Apart from anything else, his perseverance alone was not something that ordinary people could match. Let's just think of it as a good relationship.

Early the next morning, before Lin Weimin's crown entered the Chinese Literature Society compound, he saw Feng Xiaogang standing at the gate waving to him.

"You came early enough." Lin Weimin got out of the car and said with a smile.

"I know you're busy and I'm afraid of wasting your time, so I came here early."

Feng Xiaogang followed Lin Weimin into the back building.

When he arrived at the office, Lin Weimin poured him a cup of tea. Taking advantage of the fact that Lao Tan didn't come over at this moment, Lin Weimin was not polite and said straight to the point: "Tell me, what do you want to see me for?"

Feng Xiaogang looked a little embarrassed, "I'm really embarrassed to say this..."

"Then stop talking!"

Lin Weimin's words made Feng Xiaogang's face freeze in place. Seeing the relaxed smile on his face, Feng Xiao just realized that what he said was a joke.

"You, stop being so vain. If you have something to say, just tell me directly. There's no point in beating around the bush."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Feng Xiaogang's face. Teacher Lin was very aware of his little thoughts, hiding them to make people laugh.

"I want you to help me find a job."

Feng Xiaogang finally said what was in his heart and looked at Lin Weimin with a bit of anxiety in his eyes.

"Help you find a job? Haven't you found a job yet?" Lin Weimin asked.

"No. I have a job, in the urban construction company. I went and was assigned to the labor union, but I didn't like it. My major doesn't match my major, and there is no development prospect." Feng Xiaogang thought that he had already said it anyway, so don't pretend to be fake. What can you say? What, he also saw that Teacher Lin was an open-minded person, so he might as well just do it.

"I'm about to turn 30 now, and I don't want to just hang around and wait to die. I work in art design in the army, so I have something to do with literature and art.

Among the people I know, you are the only great writer in the literary and art world. From the first time we met that day, I saw that you were a kind-hearted person, so I boldly ran to Mr. Wan’s house and squatted down at your door, just to chat with you and see if I could find a way to change my job. . "

Feng Xiaogang said everything in his heart. Except for the suspicion of flattery, he was completely sincere.

Lin Weimin frowned after hearing what he said.

Feng Xiaogang carefully observed his expression, feeling uneasy inside.

"How do you know that I can handle such a big thing like changing jobs?"

When Feng Xiaogang faced Lin Weimin's problem, his mind was spinning rapidly, "Actually, I don't know if you can do it. But our family is just ordinary people, and we have no relatives around us, so I can only place my hope on you."

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "When you say that, it puts me under a lot of pressure!"

Feng Xiaogang said hurriedly: "Mr. Lin, please don't get me wrong. I am not relying on you. I really have no other options."

He said, taking out a few rolled paintings from his bag, "These are my usual exercises. You can see, I really love literary and artistic work."

Lin Weimin took Feng Xiaogang's painting and looked at it twice.

He didn't know much about painting, but he could still figure it out at a general level by occasionally looking at the thousands of famous calligraphy and paintings at home.

Feng Xiaogang's level is definitely not as good as that of a professional painter, but it is more than enough to be an artist for a studio.

Lin Weimin put the finished painting aside and said to Feng Xiaogang: "The painting is good, is this your specialty?"

Feng Xiaogang nodded.

"So, are you planning to join a studio or a TV station?"

"People and art are also good!"

Lin Weimin laughed dumbly, "You have already asked about this!"

"Who in Yanjing doesn't know about these glorious deeds of yours!"

After being complimented by Feng Xiaogang again, Lin Weimin sighed in his heart, "Pants is a talent!"

"You have to start as a student to get into Renyi. Can you do it?"

When Feng Xiaogang heard this, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and he said after a moment: "Yes!"

Lin Weimin smiled and shook his head, "That will only happen when we recruit people."

Feng Xiaogang was disappointed when he heard this.

"Let's be honest. I can help you find a job, but not much. I don't run the company, so I can hire people if I say I can. But..."

When Lin Weimin said this, Feng Xiaogang's eyes lit up again.

"But there are two opportunities at the moment. One is my "The Wind", which CCTV is preparing to make into a TV series. The second is that a novel by one of my authors has been spotted by Yanjing TV Studio and will be adapted into a TV series. A screenwriter's name was attached.

I can introduce you as an artist, but it can only be a temporary job. If you want to organize it, you have to let people see your ability. "

Feng Xiaogang was overjoyed. Although he had known for a long time that it would not be difficult for Teacher Lin to arrange a job for him, he never thought that he could choose between asking someone to help him find a job.

CCTV and Yanzhi are both good institutions. The most important thing is that they also match his major.

Feng Xiaogang suppressed his inner excitement and said, "I listen to you. I will go to whichever house you ask me to go to."

"It doesn't matter if you are a temporary worker?"

"What are you talking about? What a great job this is, even a temporary worker can only use me for your sake!" Feng Xiaogang said.

Lin Weimin nodded slightly, "It stands to reason that CCTV has a great reputation. If you want to go there, you must go to CCTV. But my suggestion to you is to go to Yanjing TV Studio."

Lin Weimin then analyzed it for Feng Xiaogang, "CCTV is a big brand, and it sounds good to work there. But they have too many talents. If you are an artist who has become a monk halfway, you may not be able to get ahead if you join them. Even if you have the ability, you have to It's based on seniority.

The Yanjing TV Studio was different. It had just been established the year before last, and it was just when it needed talents. The comrade in charge of the production of "Undercover Police" is called Zheng Xiaolong. He is not a few years older than you. This time he can already play his own role in "Undercover Police".

If you can show your ability after entering Yanzhi, it will definitely be easier to make progress than at CCTV..."

Feng Xiaogang listened to Lin Weimin's analysis and felt grateful.

It can be said that he and Teacher Lin met by chance. They had no relatives and no acquaintance. They just came to him and asked for help in finding a job. He was full of surprises when they agreed.

Who would have expected that Teacher Lin had even thought about the path he would take in the future.

Even though Feng Xiaogang is ruthless in flattering others, he is also a person of temperament.

Before Lin Weimin finished speaking, his eyes turned red.

"What's going on?" Lin Weimin asked in surprise.

Feng Xiaogang choked up and said: "Teacher Lin, you are so kind to me. My biological parents are not as kind to me as you are."

His disgusting flattery made Lin Weimin couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

I can't help but complain in my heart, how about you kneel down and recognize me as a foster father?

"No, not really. It's just a job. Whether you can do it for a long time in the future depends on your own efforts!"

Feng Xiaogang looked solemn and said firmly: "Teacher Lin, don't worry, I will never embarrass you!"

"Okay." Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "As long as you say this."

The two talked for a while, and Tan Chaoyang happened to enter the office.

Lin Weimin said: "Okay, let's do this for now. You can wait for my news later."

"good."

Lin Weimin sent Feng Xiaogang out of the office. He said grateful words of thanks. When he walked to the stairs, he saw no one around. He took out a small wooden box from his arms.

"What are you doing?" Lin Weimin frowned.

Feng Xiaogang saw his worried expression and hurriedly explained: "Mr. Lin, don't get me wrong. I know you are a great writer and you are not short of money. But I accepted such a big favor from you without saying anything, and I feel really sorry. This thing It’s not worth much, but it’s still an elegant thing…”

Lin Weimin pushed the thing back, "Is this what I'm helping you with?"

"I know your character. You have to understand me. I'm not doing this for you, but to make myself feel better. Just treat it as helping me again."

Feng Xiaogang's eyes were full of sincerity, his expression was sincere, and he refused to take back his hand that was holding the small wooden box.

Lin Weimin reluctantly took the box, opened it and took a look. It was a snuff bottle, and the texture looked like jade.

"Isn't this thing cheap?"

Feng Xiaogang smiled when he saw him collecting the things, "It's not much money!"

Lin Weimin shook his head. This thing may not cost much to Lin Weimin, but it is definitely not cheap to Feng Xiaogang.

"How much is it?"

Feng Xiaogang saw that his tone was not good, so he said truthfully: "Three hundred yuan!"

In order to buy this snuff bottle, Feng Xiaogang almost emptied all his savings.

Teacher Lin's reputation for loving collecting is no secret in Yanjing today. His most famous deed is undoubtedly his feat of raiding major painting shops in Yanjing.

Feng Xiaogang originally planned to buy a painting and give it away, but he discovered it after browsing around the painting store.

I don’t know if it’s because of Teacher Lin’s frequent raids, but there are now very few paintings by famous artists on the market.

Even if there were some art shops, the prices were more than a little more expensive than before, which was beyond his ability to bear.

If you buy the work of a less famous painter, it will seem insincere.

Besides, Teacher Lin has so many paintings at home, so if you give him a painting by a famous artist, others may not pay much attention to it.

After much deliberation, he simply found another way and asked someone to buy this jade snuff bottle.

There are few fake antiques these days, but the prices are not cheap. If the money to buy this jade snuff bottle is used to buy a house, it can buy a house and a half in the courtyard.

If it is demolished in later generations, you can make millions no matter what.

Of course Feng Xiaogang didn't know about demolition, which was equivalent to his second reincarnation, but he had the concept of giving away a house and a half, which shows his sincerity.

It hurt, but he felt it was worth it.

Lin Weimin put the box into his pocket and took out his wallet in front of Feng Xiaogang.

"Teacher Lin, what are you doing? Aren't you slapping me in the face?" Feng Xiaogang quickly stopped Lin Weimin from counting the money.

Lin Weimin said: "You bought this thing. If I don't take it, you can't refund it, so the money will be wasted. So, I might as well buy it!"

"You..." Feng Xiaogang sighed, feeling grateful.

Lin Weimin forced the money into his hand and said, "Okay, just leave it like this, wait for my news!"

Feng Xiaogang walked out of the gate of the Chinese Literature Society and touched the money in his pocket. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Turning to look at the towering Chinese Literature Society building, he suddenly remembered the compliment he said to Lin Weimin when he first met him.

But now, he really wanted to say something from the bottom of his heart.

Teacher Lin, you are my Big Dipper!