1980 My literary era

September not only has the premiere of "The Kite Runner" on Broadway, but also the premiere of "The Phantom of the Opera" in London's West End.

This musical, which has been in preparation for more than a year and cost nearly 300 meters, officially opened on September 27 at Her Majesty's Theater in London's West End.

Because it is the latest work of Andrew, a talented composer, the performance was so grand that even Princess Diana of the royal family came to watch it in person.

"Phantom of the Opera" not only has an extremely romantic plot, beautiful song melodies, and wonderful actors' performances. The mysterious and gorgeous stage that was designed and built at a huge cost is also extraordinary, and even the actors' costumes are extremely exquisite.

By the next day, the media in London was overwhelmingly positive.

The performance of "Phantom of the Opera" was an unprecedented success.

This information was summarized by Lin Weimin listening to Andrew's words on the international long distance.

"Now I really want to see the faces of the investors who were against me using Sarah and Michael. Those sons of bitches don't know anything and can only point fingers all day long!"

The performance of the work was a success, and Andrew spoke with great satisfaction and high spirits.

The foreigner's flamboyant personality cannot be imitated by the people. After all, his principle in life is to be low-key, no matter how low-key.

"Congratulations, Andrew!" Lin Weimin said.

"We should be congratulated! Lin, we succeeded!"

Andrew is very grateful to Lin Weimin, an investor who is only responsible for providing money, never dictating, and is willing to support his ideas.

These days, investors are all pursuing efficiency.

There are not many rich people like Lin Weimin who are stupid and have too much money, but also pursue artistic pursuits!

Andrew cherishes it very much!

Although more than half a month has passed since the premiere, Andrew still can't hide his excitement every time he thinks about the grand occasion of the premiere.

During the past half month, he had been struggling with interviews from various media every day, just like Arthur Miller. Two days ago, he finally remembered to contact Lin Weimin and tell him the good news.

Unfortunately, Lin Weimin was in China. He called several times before finally getting in touch.

After receiving the news of the successful performance of "Phantom of the Opera", Lin Weimin felt calm in his heart. After all, this work has great achievements for future generations.

The next thing Lin Weimin has to do is to wait, waiting for this work to bring him a steady stream of huge income.

In late October, the weather in Yanjing was getting cooler day by day, and Han Zhuangzhuang returned from the crew of "Red Sorghum".

The movie took more than three months to shoot. Now that the filming is completed, the next step is post-production, which has nothing to do with him as an actor.

Discussions and criticisms about "Burning" continue in newspapers and magazines.

The publication of this novel is like stepping on the tail of some people in the cultural world, making them feel the pain and wish they could eat Lin Weimin alive.

Because of their work and status, this group of people has a lot of say in the public opinion circle, and their attacks on Lin Weimin have never stopped.

However, what is different from the situation in "Lover" is that the power and resources in the hands of this group of people can only be used to talk, and the real threat and harm they can cause to Lin Weimin is minimal.

Therefore, Lin Weimin never paid attention to the clamor of this group of people.

When the commotion was over, someone would naturally come to take care of them.

That afternoon, Lin Weimin heard a burst of laughter from the editorial department in his office.

When he opened the door, he saw that it was Yu Hua sitting there, looking like a flowery social butterfly, having fun both ways.

Seeing him, Yu Hua instinctively stopped laughing, stood up and said seriously: "Teacher Lin, you came just in time. I plan to write a novel, and I am listening to everyone's opinions. You can also give me some advice."

Yu Hua's words made Lin Weimin's face look much better, "Okay, I'm about to graduate, and I finally thought of writing a work."

Yu Hua scratched his messy hair and said, "Teacher Lin, actually I have always been planning to write a long novel. It's just that I didn't have enough ability and experience before, so I was in a learning state."

"What's the matter, have you mastered it this time?" Lin Weimin joked.

"It doesn't mean I'm done, I just feel like I can give it a try. There are very few classes this semester, and everyone has nothing to do. The main thing is writing."

Lin Weimin gave Yu Hua a contemptuous look. It's not like he had never been in the Institute of Literature. This kid didn't speak a word of truth.

You don't need to think about it to know that there must be pressure from the school and teachers.

This is normal. I have been studying at the National College of Liberal Arts for almost two years. Now in the last semester, of course I have to produce some results.

Just like Lin Weimin and his group of students, it's only been half a year, but in September and October, isn't it the same?

The teachers and leaders of the institute also personally contacted everyone for publications, for fear that their works would not be published.

But it’s a good thing that this guy can start writing long novels.

Lin Weimin listened to Yu Hua tell the story he had conceived, which generally told the changes of a family from the perspective of the protagonist.

Simply listening to his description, the overall tone of the story is sad and depressing.

"There is nothing wrong with the overall idea. If you can write this bleak, sad, and desperate tone, the effect should be very good."

Lin Weimin's words gave Yu Hua some confidence, and he said: "Then I will start writing when I get back."

"The dormitory of your liberal arts college is too noisy, and there are many empty rooms upstairs. Why not write "clean" upstairs." Lin Weimin kindly suggested.

Yu Hua's eyes flickered when he heard this, with a hint of panic hidden behind him, "No, no, no. Teacher Lin, although we have fewer classes now, we still have to attend them every day. It's not convenient to live in a guest house."

"That's it, forget it!" Lin Weimin's tone was full of regret.

Yu Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

I was so scared that I was almost locked in a dark room.

Teacher Lin's little dark room is well-known, and everyone who contributes to the editorial department of "Contemporary" knows it.

Once you get in, you won’t be able to get out until you finish the novel.

This method is very effective for those authors who have complete ideas and are full of inspiration.

But for a player like Hua, who thinks and writes about everything, if he wants to get out of there, he still has to peel off a layer of skin?

If you don’t want to go, you must not go!

Even if I don’t write this novel, I still can’t go!

Yu Hua's refusal made Lin Weimin very regretful. Since Teacher Lin became the editor-in-chief, the small black room upstairs has been empty for a long time.

This is not because Teacher Lin's conscience has discovered this. It is because after becoming a leader, he can no longer serve the author's friends as personally as before.

Teacher Lin felt very guilty and always wanted to find opportunities to make up for his shortcomings in work.

It's a pity that no one gave him this chance.

This year it seems that only Lu Yao has stayed there for less than a month. They are all regular visitors to the little black house, so there is nothing new about going there.

"By the way, Xiao Tong, how is the author you were asked to contact before?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Teacher Lin, that person said he was a little busy at work. He was just transferred to their publication under the Cultural Affairs Bureau as an editor last month."

Lin Weimin said: "Okay. Then write him a letter if you have nothing to do, keep in touch, and encourage him from time to time."

"Okay, Teacher Lin."

At the end of the day's work, Lin Weimin drove to Yanying Factory.

The preliminary preparations for the film version of "Dream of Red Mansions" have come to an end. The training of Tao Huimin and her group of actors is about to be completed, and filming will officially begin in a few days.

Arriving at the guest house, Lin Weimin was about to go upstairs to find Tao Huimin when he ran into a familiar face.

"teacher LIN?"

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Hello, Comrade Xiaoqing!"

"You came here to see Huimin?"

"Yes. Is this why you came here?"

Liu Xiaoqing nodded, "I just finished filming "Furong Town" directed by Xie Jin and came here."

Lin Weimin nodded. The actors in the film version of "Dream of Red Mansions" were carefully selected from film studios and theater troupes across the country, but some of the roles were decided early in the process.

For example, the role of Wang Xifeng was left to Liu Xiaoqing by Xie Tieli early on.

In recent years, Liu Xiaoqing has been at the peak of his powers. Starring in Xie Jin's "Furong Town", it was not a big deal for her to have Xie Tieli leave a role for her.

The two chatted for a few words and passed by each other.

Lin Weimin found Tao Huimin and took her out for dinner. When chatting, naturally he couldn't help but bring up the gossip about Liu Xiaoqing on the set of "Furong Town".

In the domestic cultural circle, this matter is no longer a secret, and even many people know it.

Liu Xiaoqing fell in love with Jiang Wen, the leading actor who had just graduated two years ago on the set of "Furong Town", and she didn't shy away from it at all.

You must know that Liu Xiaoqing was not only over thirty at this time, but also married, while Jiang Wen had just graduated. Before starring in "Furong Town", he was just a little-known drama actor.

The incident between Liu Xiaoqing and Jiang Wen soon reached her husband's ears, and he beat the crew in anger.

It is said that the quarrel was very unpleasant, and then Liu Xiaoqing divorced her husband and stayed with Jiang Wen openly.

While chatting about gossip, Lin Weimin thought of Jiang Wen's overmature face again.

It doesn’t matter if the young man looks anxious, the taste is still so strong!

A few days later, Cheng Wuchun called Lin Weimin to the office.

After chatting for a while, he asked about the situation of "Burning" being published in the United States.

Lin Weimin told the truth, "It was published and distributed by Random House, with a first printing of 100,000 copies. Everyone agreed that this novel is unlikely to be a big hit, but we can try to take some award-winning routes."

"Can you still win a prize?" Cheng Wuchun's expression was a little surprised.

"Why can't you win the award?" Lin Weimin didn't understand what he meant.

"Didn't your novel criticize the United States? Can Americans still give you an award?"

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "In the United States, criticizing the United States has never been a problem. What really makes American people jump is when it comes to political correctness, such as topics such as discrimination and racial discrimination."

Cheng Wuchun nodded. He understood that this kind of political correctness also exists in China. However, in recent years, due to the great opening up of the cultural world, this kind of political correctness is gradually at risk of being broken.

And the reason why he came to Lin Weimin today was also related to this matter.

"The day after tomorrow, you go to the Publishing Department to meet with the border department." Cheng Wuchun explained.

"Meeting the Border Agency? Just me?"

Cheng Wuchun nodded, and then Lin Weimin said no more, no matter how much he asked.

Two days later, Lin Weimin went to the Publishing Department.

After talking for a long time in the director's office, the border agent behaved similarly to Cheng Wanchun, only asking about the domestic and foreign publishing situation of the novel "Burning".

It seemed calm, but Lin Weimin felt a sense of depression.

No one said it clearly, but Lin Weimin knew that things were definitely not that simple.