1980 My literary era

The procedures for the Yongxu Baylor Mansion are still being processed, and it is troublesome to go through the ministry, but Lin Weimin doesn't care, he is not in a hurry to move in anyway.

Moreover, Baylor Mansion is now full of employees of the Academy of Sciences, and there will be the issue of vacating them in the future.

The dormitory of the Academy of Sciences has not been built yet. He will not be able to take over Baylor House for at least two years.

If you include the time spent cleaning up the yard, you won't be able to live there for three to four years.

Lin Weimin knew all the disadvantages of buying this yard, but he was still willing to buy it, just for these four words

——There is a price but no market.

Throughout the forty years since the city of Yanjing was re-opened, neither the Prince's Mansion nor the Baylor Mansion has been put up for sale.

He should be considered the only one in the Yongxingbeile Mansion!

As for the news that he spent 200,000 yuan to buy the Yongxingbeile Mansion in Xizhimen, after the unremitting spread of the Academy of Sciences employees in the past few days, it has spread throughout the city of Yanjing. Lin Wanwan's name has once again become the favorite of Yanjing people. hotly discussed topics.

Lin Weimin was naturally ridiculed by his colleagues in the Chinese Literature Society.

However, this hot discussion did not last for two days, and was soon crowded out by another hot topic.

At the door of the front building of the Chinese Literature Society, Lin Weimin's face was full of ridicule, "Uncle Zhai, your skills have declined! How can something like this still happen?"

Uncle Zhai's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and it was even more frighteningly cold.

"If you hunt all day long, don't expect your eyes to be pecked by a house bird!" Uncle Zhai said with hatred.

More than an hour ago, it was the time for the Chinese Literature Society to go to work.

Zhu Wei of "People's Literature" noticed something was wrong as soon as he walked into the editorial office. Manuscripts fell on the floor of the editorial office. The desk was also messy. The entire office was in disarray, as if it had been ransacked by thieves.

Either it seemed, or it had been robbed by thieves.

Zhu Wei realized something was wrong and called people over immediately. Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them.

The Chinese Literature Society was robbed!

It has been more than 30 years since the company was founded, and it has never been heard of before.

The editors of "People's Literature" immediately checked what was missing from the editorial department, and many colleagues who responded also went to check the situation in various departments.

In the end, it was discovered that except for People's Literature and Contemporary News, which had been stolen, everything in the other editorial rooms was intact.

This made the leaders of the society relieved, but at the same time frightened.

After the report, the police comrades rushed over quickly and inspected the situation in the two newsrooms.

Lin Weimin's office was also within the scope of the thief, and the editorial department also suspended work because it was collecting evidence, so he ran to the front building to tease Uncle Zhai in the mailroom.

He lit a cigarette for the old man who was anxious to get angry, and comforted him: "Okay, don't get angry."

Uncle Zhai took a long puff of cigarette, fully showing his inner depression.

After chatting for a while, news came from the editorial office of "People's Literature" upstairs that nothing was lost.

Next came the editorial department of "Contemporary", which also lost nothing.

Lin Weimin was happy when he suddenly heard someone spreading the news.

“Something is missing from the editor-in-chief’s office!”

When he returned to the back building and inquired, he found out that the manuscript of "The Ming Dynasty 1566" that he had put in the filing cabinet was lost.

Hey! He is still an elegant thief!

Lin Weimin was very happy after hearing this.

All manuscripts of his works published in People's Literature were returned after printing.

The November issue of "People's Literature" had just been printed a few days ago, and Xie Mingqing returned the manuscript to him. He casually put it in the filing cabinet in his office without paying attention to it.

When I was ready, I took it home and kept it, but I didn't expect it to be stolen.

The police comrade collected the certificate from the Chinese Literature Society and left. Nothing was missing except the manuscript, which was not enough to open a case.

But who made the Chinese Literature Society so influential? Especially the novel manuscript of the famous writer Lin Weimin was lost. If this news got out, the nature of it would be too bad.

After the police left, my colleagues in the editorial department were in no mood to work, and indeed they couldn't work today.

Although nothing in the editorial department was lost, the manuscript was turned into a mess by thieves.

Just sorting out these manuscripts will take a day or two.

Fortunately, the sixth issue of November had just been distributed, and everyone had time to chat about the thieves who visited the Chinese Literature Society while working.

"Coming into a publishing house to steal something. I have been working as an editor for thirty years, and this is the first time I have encountered this!" Zhang Zhong'e chuckled.

Tong Zhonggui said: "The thief this time is obviously here for Teacher Lin's manuscript. It's really strange that he actually stole the manuscript!"

Liu Yin smiled and said: "She is an elegant thief. To be honest, I don't even want her to be caught. Stealing manuscripts is a rare anecdote in the history of modern Chinese literature!"

Everyone couldn't help but smile when they heard her words and expressed deep agreement.

Indeed!

How can the things done by scholars be called "stealing"?

Mr. Zhou is simply a prophet!

Two days later, Lin Weimin was reviewing manuscripts in the office when he heard a noise in the corridor.

When I opened the door and went to the editorial office, I saw a scrawled puppy, chatting, laughing and playing with colleagues like a social butterfly.

"Why did you come here?" Lin Weimin asked.

Yu Hua stood up and called "Teacher Lin" and replied: "I...I came here to ask some questions about writing."

Lin Weimin didn't believe a word of this stuttering answer.

"If you don't feel comfortable attending classes in the liberal arts college, there will be no place in Yanjing that you won't go to. A few days ago, Mo Yan even told me that you skipped class and went to their school to play with him!"

Yu Hua didn't expect that Mo Yan, with his small eyes, would betray him, "Mr. Lin, I actually went to Mo Yan to discuss the writing experience of "Red Sorghum Family". Inspired by him, I have also recently written a long novel. Intend."

When it comes to telling lies with open eyes, Lin Weimin feels that he can't be as good as Yu Hua in flattering him, so he talks about it.

Yu Hua is just like a primary school student who talks back to his teacher. Lin Weimin says something and he explains something. Regardless of whether it is true or false, he will never let his words fall on the ground.

At the end, Yu Hua simply followed Lin Weimin into the office.

"Teacher Lin, I heard that your manuscript was stolen?"

"Teacher Lin, I heard that you spent 200,000 yuan to buy Baylor Mansion?"

"teacher LIN……"

Lin Weimin had a headache from his quarrel, so he could only kick him out. Then the guy swaggered back to the editorial office and continued chatting and spanking with everyone.

After getting off work in the evening, Yu Hua got into Lin Weimin's car. Not only did he want to ride on the car, but he also wanted to eat.

In November, winter has entered Yanjing City, and Lin Weimin moved back to Tuanjiehu Apartment early.

Recently, Tao Huimin was filming on the set of "The Biography of a Female Doctor". There was a shuttle bus every day, so Lin Weimin did not need to pick her up personally.

Catching up with her coming back early today, as soon as Yu Hua entered the door, he called her "Master's wife" sweetly.

Tao Huimin was immediately coaxed to the point where she couldn't find Bei, and started making preparations.

Calling Tao Huimin "Teacher Mother" to Tao Huimin, who is six or seven years younger than him, once again refreshed Lin Weimin's understanding of Hua's "communicative ability."

During the meal, they talked about what happened to Lin Weimin recently. Yu Hua talked excitedly and spoke so vividly that those who didn't know thought he was watching from the side.

Lin Weimin listened for a long time and couldn't help but ask: "Where did you hear these things?"

"I heard it all from everyone."

Lin Weimin puts a big question mark on the word "everyone". The scope is probably very broad.

Tao Huimin also talked about the recent filming of "The Biography of a Female Doctor".

The two local TV stations cooperated in filming, and various accidents occurred one after another. The most difficult thing to reconcile was the interpersonal relationship.

Fortunately, several important people in the crew paid great attention to this aspect, and no major troubles have occurred so far, but there are always small conflicts every day.

"No one is looking for trouble with you, right?" Lin Weimin asked.

Tao Huimin hesitated, "No."

Lin Weimin looked at her, Yu Hua was here, and he didn't ask any more questions.

"By the way. Zhang Guorong has been asking me recently if I can find him a human arts teacher to teach him."

Yu Hua asked in surprise: "A star as big as Zhang Guorong still wants to learn acting?"

Although Zhang Guorong has not yet won the best actor crown with his movies, his songs are widely circulated in the mainland. Especially since Yu Hua was a fashionista in the 1980s, he naturally knows Zhang Guorong.

"His main job is singing, not an actor." Tao Huimin said.

Lin Weimin said: "Then let's find him one. Remember to charge a little more, but he is a big singer in Xiangjiang, so it won't make sense if he doesn't kill him."

Tao Huimin rolled her eyes at him, "You're not doing the right thing."

Yu Hua looked at the two of them and suddenly felt that the meal was boring.

Before leaving, he told Tao Huimin, "Teacher's wife, please think of my autographed photo."

Tao Huimin nodded and said, "Remember!"

Just now Yu Hua asked Tao Huimin to get him some signed photos of Zhang Guorong and Wang Mingquan so that he could show off to his family when he went back for the holidays.

At this time, Zhang Guorong was not well-known in the mainland. On the contrary, Wang Mingquan was much more famous than him because of his appearance in the Spring Festival Gala.

Two days later it was the weekend. Lin Weimin made an appointment with Zheng Xiaolong and Feng Xiaogang to go over to the crew of "The Biography of a Female Doctor" while having dinner.

He happened to be free today, so he took the two of them to the crew to learn the working mode of the Xiangjiang crew.

You Lin led the way for the people, and the two received a fairly good reception.

After watching the crew for a long time, I felt that Xiangjiang's team was indeed much more professional than them in filming TV series.

While chatting during lunch, Feng Xiaogang lamented this matter.

Lin Weimin said: "The content of the TV series they shoot in one TV station in one year is equivalent to the output of TV series in our mainland in one or two years. This method can be practiced by even a fool in one year."

Zheng Xiaolong and Feng Xiaogang nodded when they heard this.

Indeed, when they chatted with several crew members from Xiangjiang, it was obvious that they had not received any formal professional education.

But one advantage of working at a large TV station like TVB is that the internal training mechanism is very complete.

Not only are there training classes for actors, but there are also training classes for behind-the-scenes staff. When you join the crew, you need to be led by a master.

Even actors, after signing a contract with a company, often have to do chores when there are no roles.

It is impossible to say how sophisticated talents will be cultivated through training like this, but at least they will all be qualified all-rounders.

At this time, the social status of domestic TV drama producers is generally lower than that of film practitioners. Many literary works and scripts are also given priority to movies before being given to television.

As a result, the quality of talents is naturally inferior to those trained in actual combat at TVB.

While several people were talking, they heard a noise not far away.

After a while, the noise became louder and louder, and curses were heard, and the entire crew was rushing over there.