1980 My literary era

Lin Weimin pondered for a moment, "I think we should either do costume dramas or Republic of China dramas, so that audiences in both places will be familiar with them. The routes I can determine now are female inspiration, costumes, or Republic of China dramas."

After hearing this, Wang Feng agreed, "Your idea is right. Reconciling the tastes of audiences in both places is a big problem."

The two discussed for a while. The more Wang Feng listened, the more he felt that Lin Weimin's idea was feasible. After sending Lin Weimin away, he couldn't wait to convene a meeting with the CCTV leadership.

When Lin Weimin came out of CCTV, he had completed part of the task of bringing him back from Xiangjiang. The next step was to wait for news from CCTV.

More than a week later, Zhang Qi appeared in the Chinese Literature Society.

As soon as they met, he hugged Lin Weimin. Lin Weimin felt that his elder brother's action had now become a habit.

In addition to Zhang Qi, there was also a truck following him, which was carrying Xiangjiang products that colleagues from the Chinese Literature Society asked Tuo Lin to purchase for the people.

Large items include refrigerators, televisions, microwave ovens, motorcycles, and even smaller items, such as Walkmans, clothing, stockings...

Lin Weimin estimated that during his trip to Xiangjiang, many companies in the company would see their savings go to the bottom.

I am really a little goblin who brings disaster to the country and the people!

The truck entered the Chinese Literature Society, and Lin Weimin arranged for his colleagues to come and collect their belongings. The truck was surrounded by water, and the courtyard of the Chinese Literature Society was very lively.

Lin Weimin called out names one by one to the list, and his colleagues answered one by one. They stepped forward to receive the items with smiles on their faces. It felt like a production team receiving dividends at the end of the year.

After finally distributing everything, Lin Weimin received a lot of thanks from his colleagues.

At the same time, some people did not forget to give Lin Weimin a "five-star praise".

"Next time something like this happens, you'll have to find Weimin, it's reliable!"

Lin Weimin thought to himself, "Thank you. I won't do this job next time if you beat me to death."

Just dividing these things gave him a headache for a long time.

Things have come a long way, and everyone has spent money. The most important thing is whether the things are in good condition. They were pulling each other back and forth, and one person asked Lin Weimin something. The noise made his brain hurt.

Lin Weimin had already thought about it. If he went on a trip or abroad like this time, he would just ask for leave two days in advance without facing him, so he would naturally have no worries.

After sending the truck away, Lin Weimin pulled Zhang Qi to the office, and the two talked about the situation after the separation.

With a total of four million donations from Jin Yong and Shao Yifu, Zhang Qi appeared at Huo Guantai's place again, feeling quite confident.

After hearing that Zhang Qi had raised a lot of donations from both Jin Yong and Shao Yifu, Huo Guantai's attitude changed.

Anyone who has raised funds should know that as long as a hole is opened in this matter, the rest will be much easier. Especially under the leadership of celebrities, when others see that everyone has donated, they usually have two minds.

Or if you think this is something worth spending money on, then join in the grand event!

Either I think, I can't be compared with that, I have to get the money!

With various charitable deeds in later generations, Lin Weimin believes that Huo Guantai should have the first mentality.

Huo Guantai's donation was 5 million Hong Kong dollars, which was more than the combined donations of Jin Yong and Shao Yifu. He was worthy of his status as a wealthy man in Hong Kong and even more worthy of his reputation as a red-top businessman.

Zhang Qi excitedly recounted the scene when he met Huo Guantai again. He said emotionally until the end: "I really didn't expect, I didn't expect that he could donate five million. With this money, our foundation will become a success." Got it!"

Lin Weimin couldn't help but lament that it was indeed not easy to raise funds for this foundation.

Zhang Qi regretted: "Gentlemen Huo, Shao, and Jin played a decisive role in the establishment of the foundation. Before I came back, I mentioned to them that I wanted to give them honorary titles, but they were all declined."

The rich man donates money and the charity gives him an honorary title. This is the basic operation of charity.

These few people don't want to do it, just because they are afraid of having the title of mainland and attracting criticism in Xiangjiang.

Some things can be done, but it cannot be said. After all, Xiangjiang is still under the rule of the British.

Zhang Qi continued: "Now that the funds have been received, the establishment of the foundation has entered a countdown. After I came back, I had a meeting with the comrades in the unit and also asked Balao. I hope that the Cultural Association can come forward to invite an elder. Serve as the honorary president of our foundation, Mr. Ba as the head of our literary association, Mr. Chen, Mr. Feng, Mr. Tang..."

Having said this, Zhang Qi took a deep look at Lin Weimin and said, "And you, as the vice president of the foundation."

Lin Weimin was very happy. I was busy working hard, contributing money and efforts, and finally got some money back.

Thinking this in his heart, Lin Weimin said modestly: "Me? Not suitable, right? Mr. Ba, Mr. Chen, Mr. Feng, Mr. Tang, these are not only the leaders of the Literary Association, but also the leaders of the literary world. I am a fledgling boy. , How can He Dehe serve as the vice president alongside them?"

"You can't say that. For the people, the reason why our foundation can be planned in such a short time and with such high efficiency is inseparable from your help.

If Mr. Huo, Shao and Jin played a decisive role, then you played a fundamental role. Without your help and efforts, the foundation would not have been successfully established. "

If you can speak, speak more.

Zhang Qi's expression was solemn and his words were sincere, which made Lin Weimin feel a little elated.

"In this case, I will be disrespectful to you, brother!" Lin Weimin said while suppressing the joy in his heart.

"You deserve this!"

At the end of the conversation between the two, Zhang Qicai patted his head and said, "Look at my memory, there is something else I forgot to tell you."

"What's up?"

"I don't know if he was influenced by those gentlemen, but Mr. Ma Wanqi from Haojiang also took the initiative to donate. But what he donated was not money. He planned to donate office space and office cars to our foundation."

Lin Weimin said happily: "This is a good thing! It seems that we have found the right way to raise funds from these rich people. With their influence, it will be much easier for us to raise funds in the future."

"Not bad, not bad." Zhang Qi looked at Lin Weimin again, with a grateful expression on his face, "Thanks to your idea, thank you!"

"Okay, okay, let's stop saying these polite words between us!"

After sending Zhang Qi away, Lin Weimin returned to the office humming a tune.

Tan Chaoyang looked at Lin Weimin with strange eyes.

"Old man, what's that look in your eyes?"

Tan Chaoyang glared at Lin Weimin, and then asked, "Can you really be the vice president of that foundation?"

"Aren't you going to listen?"

Tan Chaoyang sighed and shook his head, "You really can succeed, you have such a good skin!"

"Hey, old man, what you said is really unpleasant."

"Haha, the truth is ugly."

Lin Weimin smiled and was not angry because of Tan Chaoyang's words.

What Tan Chaoyang said was true. He had been busy for a long time, spending money and effort, just for this title, wasn't it?

Even though this is a foundation with little power, what he was given was just a vice president with no real power.

But the meaning behind this is extraordinary.

The honorary president is an elder, the president is Balao, and all the vice-presidents are not only leaders of the literary association, but also leaders in the literary world.

Lin Weimin's name was ranked among them, and his status rose invisibly.

This is called raising one's worth.

Just like Lin Weimin joining the advisory committee of "A Dream of Red Mansions", it doesn't matter that he just added a name and held a few meetings.

But since then, when Lin Weimin's name is mentioned, it is difficult for the public to compare him with Huang Anyi, Gu Hua, Mo Yan and other emerging writers who have emerged in recent years. However, Lin Weimin's age and I don't have enough qualifications to join the older generation.

This has created Lin Weimin's unique status as a semi-big figure in the domestic literary world and the number one young and middle-aged writer.

If the "Dream of Red Mansions" advisory committee had previously promoted him based on his reputation and influence, then this time it was promoting his status at the official level.

With the title of vice president of the foundation, Lin Weimin's status in the Association for Literature suddenly became aloof. He may not be involved with the Association, but the Association cannot ignore his existence.

With the support of the two big trees of the Chinese Literature Society and the Literature Association, the possibility of an incident like "The Lover" happening again is extremely slim.

In April, Wei Junyi resigned from the position of editor-in-chief of the Chinese Literature Society, and Cheng Wanchun was elected as the new editor-in-chief as expected.

On the first day, a "farewell party" was held in the club.

The next day Wei Junyi opened her office, and Lin Weimin went to help her move things.

Her office is next to the stairs on the second floor. The room is very small. The table is piled with manuscripts. There is a desk lamp, a large white porcelain pen holder filled with pens, and some random little things that are usually stuffed in there.

"There's nothing to move, just these things."

She packed her things and Lin Weimin picked them up and left.

"Where are you going?"

"Put it in the car and I'll take it home for you!"

After moving back and forth twice, everything was put in the car.

Wei Junyi looked at the office again, with a bit of nostalgia in her eyes.

When she came to the corridor, she shouted loudly: "Dudu! Dudu!"

They are all the sons of Wei Junyi, who are similar in age to Lin Weimin. His intelligence is a bit lacking, and he still looks like a child even in his twenties. Wei Junyi sometimes takes him to the Chinese Literature Society.

Lin Weimin had been with the Chinese Literature Society for several years and met him many times. However, he always worked in the back building and had very little contact with him.

Everyone who heard the sound ran out of the classical literature editing room and called "Brother Weimin" when they saw Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin smiled at him and nodded, and Dudu also gave him an innocent smile.

Before Wei Junyi left, he visited every editorial room and office in the agency to say goodbye to everyone.

Some people wanted to come out to see her off, but she pinned them down on their seats.

"That's enough, I won't cause trouble to everyone!"

After she finished walking around, she saw Lin Weimin waiting at the door of the mailroom on the front floor.

"Why are you still here?"

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "When the leader retires, why don't I send him home? I don't want you to say bad things about me later, saying that the tea will get cold as soon as he leaves!"

"Nonsense!" Wei Junyi scolded him, but he didn't follow up with a few more curses like before.

Lin Weimin said to Dudu who was following Wei Junyi: "Dudu, let's go, I'll take you in a car!"

Everyone immediately followed Lin Weimin's pace, and Wei Junyi followed helplessly.

When they arrived at the courtyard, they all eagerly got into the passenger compartment.

Wei Junyi stood beside the car, looking up at the Chinese Literature Society building.

In the early 1970s, the Chinese Literature Society gradually resumed its business. The place had been completely destroyed in the past few years. It was Yan Wenjing and Wei Junyi who came back to take charge of the work and eliminated all kinds of resistance to put the Chinese Literature Society on the right track.

Lin Weimin looked at Wei Junyi and recalled the past. She must be feeling turbulent at this moment.

After a while, Wei Junyi got into the car.

Lin Weimin started the car and said, "I miss us, please come back and see us anytime!"

Wei Junyi snorted coldly, "Why are you coming back? To make you angry with me?"

"Old lady, look at what you said. Is there anyone in our club who treats you better than me?" Lin Weimin said playfully.

The car drove away from the courtyard of the Chinese Literature Society, and the Chinese Sophora japonica trees on the street sprouted their buds.

Wei Junyi looked away from the far away Chinese Literature Society. She was silent for a moment, then sighed slightly and said, "You, don't let people worry about you all the time!"

After a while, Lin Weimin whispered: "I know!"