1980 My literary era

A few days later, when Zheng Xiaolong came to discuss the script, Lin Weimin mentioned something about Feng Xiaogang.

He was not familiar with Feng Xiaogang, and the reason why he agreed to help was because when he was chatting with Zheng Xiaolong before, he mentioned that Yanzhi was currently short of talents.

It has just been established two years ago, and apart from the film "Four Generations Under One Roof", Yanzhi has not produced any decent works, and there are few people. If they want to transfer talents from other units, no one is willing to come.

Otherwise, Zheng Xiaolong, who was just 30 years old, would not have been allowed to take the lead and become the producer of "Undercover Police".

After listening to Lin Weimin's introduction to Feng Xiaogang's situation, Zheng Xiaolong said: "It's okay to let him come, but I dare not vouch for you about the staffing. In this way, if he can follow the drama "Plain Clothes Police", I will tell the leader Say, give him a plan."

Zheng Xiaolong must give Teacher Lin some face, but he must also put in some conditions.

Lin Weimin nodded and said with a smile: "This is as it should be. He is a bit talented. You will know it when you meet him and get to know him."

Two days later, Lin Weimin called Zheng Xiaolong and Feng Xiaogang together, and the work matter was successfully resolved.

When Feng Xiaogang saw Zheng Xiaolong, he flattered him and slapped Zheng Xiaolong's mouth.

Lin Weimin looked at such a scene and thought to himself, no wonder you two can get together in the future, I love you, you are such a good person!

Entering February of the Gregorian calendar, there are still more than half a month before the Chinese New Year, and this day is Friday.

In the office, Qin Chaoyang pointed to the newspaper he was reading and asked, "For the people, take a look. Your novel was published in this publication, right?"

Tan Chaoyang suddenly said something, but Lin Weimin didn't understand what he meant. He took the newspaper and took a look at it to find out what was going on.

It turns out that today's "Guangming Daily" published an article about tofu cubes.

The title is "The Establishment of the "Hong Kong Literature" Monthly", and the content is very brief, only one or two hundred words.

"The monthly "Hong Kong Literature", with the famous Hong Kong writer Liu Yichang as the chief editor and published by the Hong Kong Literary Magazine, was officially launched on January 5 this year.

It is difficult to run purely literary magazines in Hong Kong, and there are only a handful of them. The official release of "Hong Kong Literature" has extraordinary significance and can bring a fresh breath to the Hong Kong literary world. This 16-page, 100-page purely literary magazine publishes literary and artistic works of various genres, literary criticism, literary historical research, etc. from Bay Island, Xiangjiang, Haojiang, Southeast Asia, Europe and the United States. The magazine advocates and promotes the culture of reading and creation, and is committed to communicating Chinese literary and artistic creation and criticism at home and abroad. The authors of the first issue include Ye Weilian, Takeuchi Minoru, Zhao Lingyang, etc. "

Although the article is small, the significance it represents is extraordinary.

"Guangming Daily" is a national newspaper and rarely publishes news about Hong Kong. Even when it does, it is about major political and economic events. But now it has published a newsletter article about the launch of a literary journal.

No one dares to look down upon an article as small as a piece of tofu.

Lin Weimin looked at the author's name "Lao Yi" under the title and fell into deep thought. He didn't know who the big boss was.

Tan Chaoyang sighed: "This magazine is extraordinary!"

Lin Weimin, who came back to his senses, nodded, it was indeed unusual.

While the two were talking, Tong Zhonggui came to the office and handed over a manuscript.

"Whose manuscript is it?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile. He thought it was the manuscript that was sent after reviewing.

Tong Zhonggui looked a little shy, "Teacher Lin, I wrote this."

"Is your manuscript the one I mentioned last time?"

"yes."

Lin Weimin looked at the name on the first page of the manuscript, "Escape in 1934."

Tong Zhonggui asked Lin Weimin a lot of questions during the creation process, but they were all problems of the writing itself. The content of the novel was not disclosed to Lin Weimin. He read the manuscript with interest.

The atmosphere in the room was quiet. Qin Chaoyang was reviewing the manuscript with his head down, making comments and comments from time to time. The pen touched the paper and made a rustling sound. Lin Weimin was reading the manuscript and sipping tea from time to time.

Tong Zhonggui sat next to Lin Weimin, slightly nervous, occasionally rubbing his fingers.

After more than half an hour, Lin Weimin raised his head, looked at Tong Zhonggui's hidden uneasy eyes, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong? Are you nervous?"

Tong Zhonggui nodded honestly.

"That's right. This should be your first novella, so you must be nervous."

Tong Zhonggui looked at Lin Weimin eagerly, with hope and anxiety mixed in his eyes.

"Teacher Lin, what do you think of this novel?"

Lin Weimin rolled up the manuscript and took it in his hand. Without answering Tong Zhonggui's question, he asked: "You are also an editor now. What do you think of this manuscript?"

Tong Zhonggui didn't expect that Lin Weimin would turn his army around. He was stunned for a moment, speechless for several seconds, and then said: "I think... it should be good, right?"

The question at the end of the words showed Tong Zhonggui's lack of inner confidence. This situation was really torturous.

Lin Weimin said sincerely: "A writer must have the ability to see beyond his works and see himself. Otherwise, it is easy to fall into the position of self-love and narcissism, being high-minded and self-admiring."

Only then did Tong Zhonggui understand the intention of Lin Weimin's question.

Feeling Lin Weimin's good intentions, Tong Zhonggui said sincerely: "Teacher Lin, I remember it."

Lin Weimin nodded slightly, and then said: "Let's talk about your novel. Overall it is good, it follows the route of a avant-garde novel. It is quite innovative, the narrative technique is unique, and the overall environment is fantasy and mysterious. The only shortcoming is still A little looser.”

When Lin Weimin said this, he stopped and looked at Tong Zhonggui, "But it doesn't matter. As the first novella, your novel is already good enough."

Hearing this, Tong Zhonggui felt a little excited on his face.

He was happy that the novel had been highly praised, and even more happy that the evaluation came from Teacher Lin.

At this time, Lin Weimin turned to Qin Chaoyang and said: "You always help to check the situation. I think Xiao Tong's novel is more than enough for our "Contemporary"!"

Qin Chaoyang took the manuscript and joked with a smile: "You are a bit strict with yourself and lenient with others! If you don't send your own novels to us, Xiao Tong's manuscripts will always come to you."

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "Don't let the wealth go to outsiders! If you don't let Xiao Tong work here, what should we do if he turns around and votes for "Harvest"? Isn't that capitalizing on the enemy?"

After joking for a while, after Qin Chaoyang finished reading the manuscript, he smiled and said to Tong Zhonggui: "Little Tong is good, he has made great progress!"

Tong Zhonggui thanked him happily.

Lin Weimin said: "How's it going? I think it's okay to publish it, right?"

"My apprentice feels sorry for himself! Xiao Tong, you really found a good master!"

Tan Chaoyang's teasing made Tong Zhonggui a little shy, but he fully agreed with Tan Chaoyang's words.

Although there is no such thing as "master" in Chinese Literature Society, in his heart, Teacher Lin is like a master.

Although the manuscript is ready for acceptance, the specific publication date needs to wait for typesetting.

The only advantage of Tong Zhonggui as a member of the editorial department is that he can get the manuscript fee bill in advance.

Compared with the six yuan per thousand words when "Memorial in the Mulberry Garden" was first published, the fee this time was mentioned at eight yuan per thousand words.

Not only because this is his second novel and its quality is high, but also because in the past year, royalties for publications across the country have been rising.

The full text of "Escape in 1934" is more than 28,000 words, which brought Tong Zhonggui an income of 160 yuan.

This royalties were worth three months of his salary.

When Tong Zhonggui got the thin fee slip, he couldn't help but think of the first time he got the thirty yuan fee. The fee at that time was not as much as a fraction of what it is now, but the excitement at that time was far greater. Current.

Of course he was happy when he got the royalties, but the excitement and joy he felt at that time would never be the same again.

Now, Tong Zhonggui has a bigger goal.

He wanted to be like Teacher Lin and settle down in Yanjing with his royalties. It would be best to buy a courtyard house with a single family.

He now lives in Housun Park Hutong, where there are many colleagues from the company. In addition to there, colleagues in the company are also located in Hongxing Hutong and Dongbu Zong Hutong.

Except for a few leaders, the housing and living conditions of most colleagues are not satisfactory.

It will take at least ten or eight years to allocate a house to oneself based on seniority. Even if a house is allocated, the space will definitely not be big.

Tong Zhonggui doesn't want to be like his colleagues who have been crowded into a house the size of a pigeon cage for decades.

The royalties became the best weapon to change his situation.

Tong Zhonggui touched the manuscript fee slip and was one step closer to the courtyard.

The Spring Festival Gala is getting closer and closer, and Lin Weimin visits the Broadcasting Compound more and more frequently. Not only the Broadcasting Compound, but also the joint rehearsal at the Workers' Stadium, he will occasionally go there.

Although I have decided not to get involved in the Spring Festival Gala, I still have to complete the work at hand.

As the number of rehearsals increased, Huang Yihe gradually realized the disadvantages of holding the Spring Festival Gala in a large venue like the Workers' Stadium.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Now that the deal is done and the military order has been established, he can only bite the bullet.

In their spare time, Huang Yihe and Lin Weimin hid in a corner of the Workers' Stadium stage and smoked. Suddenly, they remembered that when preparations for this year's Spring Festival Gala started, Lin Weimin seemed to disagree with his ideas.

It's a pity that at that time, I couldn't listen at all, and I only wanted to get the big deal.

Looking back now, he suddenly realized.

"Teacher Lin, you have known about this situation for a long time!"

Lin Weimin chuckled twice, "I was just imagining it myself."

Huang Yihe had a bitter smile on his face. He had known that he should take Teacher Lin's opinion seriously.

"Ouch!" Huang Yihe sighed in vain.

Lin Weimin said: "I'll give you a piece of advice!"

"What advice?"

"Don't cut the vistas!"

Huang Yihe was stunned at first, and then couldn't help laughing.

This suggestion sounded nonsense at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that at this point, it seemed that this was all he could do.

"Okay, don't cut the long shot!"