1980 My literary era

Tuanjie is nearby the eastern suburbs. After work these two days, Lin Weimin took Tao Huimin to find a deserted dirt road and practiced driving with Tao Huimin while the sky was not dark.

His Crown has an automatic transmission, so it is very easy to get started. The road conditions are not complicated now, there are few traffic instructions, and there is no problem of parking. Tao Huimin has almost learned it in two days.

On the weekend morning, Lin Weimin asked Tao Huimin to run around on the Second Ring Road again. He felt that Tao Huimin was already driving well, so he said to her: "Tomorrow morning I will take you to the Vehicle Management Office to get a driver's license."

Tao Huimin drove the car intently and nodded slightly nervously.

In the evening, Lin Weimin drove to Donglaishun.

Zheng Xiaolong and Feng Xiaogang were waiting at the door, looking shocked when they saw Lin Weimin getting off the bus.

Feng Xiaogang had a smile on his face, "Hey, Teacher Lin, have you changed your car again? Is this car's logo a Mercedes-Benz?"

Lin Weimin smiled and nodded, and Feng Xiaogang said: "Teacher Lin, you keep a low profile and drove a car for so many years before switching to a Mercedes-Benz, unlike those nouveau riche who have a million dollars in their pockets and wish they could drive a two-million-dollar car. "

You call this low-key?

Zheng Xiaolong complained about Feng Xiaogang's words in his heart, but he is used to it now. Feng Xiaogang talks nonsense to others, but at least he has nothing to say about his work attitude and ability, so the relationship between the two has always been All very good.

In fact, what Feng Xiaogang said is right. In the past two years, there have been more and more private cars on the streets of Yanjing. If you stop them and check them, you will find that 90% of them are doing reselling business relying on their connections.

"Your car is often stopped by people on the road, isn't it?" Feng Xiaogang asked Lin Weimin, which is called talking with others.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but think of Liu Zhenyun. The two of them were also chatting with each other, but their purposes were completely different.

Liu Zhenyun's complimenting and chatting with others is, to a certain extent, a way to show his superiority, while Feng Xiaogang's is purely to please others.

"Occasionally, I will be stopped by the traffic police when I go to the watchtower." Lin Weimin said.

These days, the main roads in Yanjing are dotted with watchtowers. Every time when waiting for a traffic light, Lin Weimin's Mercedes-Benz will become the most eye-catching presence at the intersection. There are only a handful of Mercedes-Benzes with Yanjing city license plates in Yanjing. But just this one.

The traffic policeman was naturally very curious and stopped Lin Weimin to chat while he was waiting for the traffic light. This situation was not uncommon.

Today was Zheng Xiaolong's turn. He continued to wait for people at the door, while Feng Xiaogang accompanied Lin Weimin into Donglaishun.

After a while, Wang Shuo also walked in with a shy belly.

I haven't even turned thirty yet, and I already have a greasy smell all over my body. "The Unruly Lord" is about to be made into a movie, and this thing is really awesome.

"What's going on? Have you suppressed the script?" Lin Weimin teased.

Wang Shuo suddenly felt depressed and couldn't get rid of his stomach.

"Soon, soon."

That means there is still a lot to be desired.

Feng Xiaogang heard the word script and asked curiously, and Wang Shuo told the story about the adaptation of "The Stubborn Lord" in a very "low-key" way.

"Hey! I put your book "The Stubborn Master" on my bedside to read it when I have nothing to do. It's really good!" Feng Xiaogang praised.

Wang Shuo was not familiar with Feng Xiaogang. Hearing what he said, he instinctively felt a little disgusted and said sarcastically: "Well written? What's so good about it?"

Feng Xiaogang was stunned for a moment. He immediately realized Wang Shuo's emotional change. After thinking for a moment, he said: "This novel of yours seems cynical and absurd, but it is precisely this absurdity that reflects our society very accurately." The confusion and confusion of the generation..."

Wang Shuo's original intention was to show off Feng Xiaogang, a flatterer, but he didn't expect that this guy not only actually read the novel, but also understood it thoroughly and talked about it in a decent way.

"I'll tell you the truth. I was in the army before. When I first changed my job, I was just like Yu Guan, Ma Qing, and Yang Zhong in your novel. They were running around in this society and could do anything, but they couldn't do anything. I just don’t know where my way out is, just like...just like..."

Feng Xiaogang stopped while talking, trying to find an accurate word to describe it.

Lin Weimin said: "Like a fly landing on the glass, it looks like the future is bright, but in fact it is a dead end."

Feng Xiaogang clapped his hands happily and shouted, "Teacher Lin is indeed a great writer. The metaphor is so accurate, it's like a fly landing on the glass. If I hadn't met these two noble people, Teacher Lin and Xiaolong, I really don't know what I can do." Order something.”

Hearing that Feng Xiaogang mentioned himself again, Lin Weimin waved his hand, indicating that he should not mention these things again.

After hearing these words, Wang Shuo felt much better about Feng Xiaogang.

People flatter you, but you don't flatter them randomly.

Moreover, the two men had similar experiences. They were both soldiers in the army. After Feng Xiaogang changed his career, he became the "Xiliang Prefect", and Wang Shuo changed his career and became a "counterfeit medicine salesman".

Such an experience made Wang Shuo feel a sense of sympathy.

The two chatted about their experiences in military life, and soon they became familiar with each other.

While the two were chatting, other people came one after another.

Lin Weimin didn't expect to see Zhao Baogang and Li Chengru here. They were both surprised and surprised when they saw Lin Weimin.

"Teacher Lin? I didn't expect you to come today!"

"Haha, long time no see."

Lin Weimin said hello to the two of them and introduced the newly arrived Ma Dudu to everyone.

"Dudu's family is from the military compound. Now he is an editor at "Youth Literature". He is also a writer and has written many novels."

Feng Xiaogang cheered and said, "I know, I know, 'The Moon Is Full Tonight' is a great work!"

Seeing that Feng Xiaogang had actually read his novel, Ma Dudu was immediately impressed by Feng Xiaogang.

Don't tell me, the pants at this time are really a literary young man.

After waiting for almost half an hour, everyone finally arrived. Today, ten people came. In addition to the people Lin Weimin knew originally, there were three other people who were from the army compound, such as Zheng Xiaolong and Wang Shuo. Zheng Xiaolong specially asked The waiter moved the two tables together. Of course, Lin Weimin refused to let him sit down.

These days, everyone generally doesn’t have much fat in their stomachs. Everyone here is a young man in his twenties and thirties, who is very energetic. When the mutton is served, there is almost no last plate, until after eating more than 20 plates, everyone’s The chopsticks slowed down and I had time to chat.

Several of these people were from the military compound, so it was natural that the compound would be mentioned in conversation.

The army compound in Yanjing is arranged from Gongzhufen to Xishan. The air force is number one, then the navy, and finally the army.

Ma Dudu was born in the Air Force compound. When he was mentioned, his proud expression was palpable, and Wang Shuo, Zheng Xiaolong and others also expressed approval.

Lin Weimin has never experienced their life and growth environment, so naturally he cannot understand their plot.

Wang Shuo sighed: "I really miss those old days!"

Feng Xiaogang flattered him and said, "Master Shuo, you are such a good writer, why don't you write something to commemorate it?"

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "That's a good idea. I'll write an article later and send it to me for a look!"

Wang Shuo glared at him angrily, "Do you think writing is shit? Just one session a day?"

"If it doesn't work, just say no. Don't look for so many excuses!" Lin Weimin said.

"Who can't do it? Who can't do it?"

Men are most afraid of others saying that they are not good enough, especially men who are not good enough.

Mr. Shuo is under the thumb of Teacher Lin!

"Just write!" Wang Shuo gritted his teeth.

Teacher Lin nodded, children can be taught.

When talking about novels, Lin Weimin inevitably became the center of discussion. There are few young people who have not read his novels.

The most discussed ones are "Ming Dynasty 1566" and "Burning".

These two novels were published recently, so everyone read them late, so they were naturally deeply impressed and had something to talk about.

"I feel that since you finished writing "Chasing the Murderer", Mr. Lin, your reading threshold for novels has become higher and higher." Feng Xiaogang said.

Lin Weimin said unexpectedly: "Is the threshold high?"

Feng Xiaogang said: "You couldn't feel it when you wrote it. We as readers feel it very clearly. Think about it, how many young people can really understand a novel like "The Ming Dynasty 1566" after reading it? Those twists and turns inside?"

"But I think "Ming Dynasty 1566" sold pretty well?"

Lin Weimin is right. "The Ming Dynasty 1566" was published in the second half of the year before last. The sales volume of the two issues of "People's Literature" in which the novel was published was close to two million copies.

The novel was published by Guowenshe last year and has sold 1.2 million copies so far.

Feng Xiaogang shook his head, "It's true that novels sell well. But as far as I know, many of them are bought by officials to use as Bo Yi. Didn't you say that the great elder recommended this novel?"

Feng Xiaogang said and winked at Lin Weimin.

"It's nothing to do with the shadow!" Lin Weimin said.

When Ma Dudu heard this, he couldn't help but interjected: "Teacher Lin is really awesome! Not only the officials, but even the big bosses in Xiangjiang regard Teacher Lin's novels as treasures!"

When everyone heard what he said, they all became interested, "What's going on? What's going on? Tell us!"

Ma Dudu looked at Lin Weimin and asked, "Teacher Lin, do you mind?"

"Young man, don't tease everyone, Teacher Lin didn't stop you!" Zheng Xiaolong urged.

Ma Dudu raised an eyebrow, feeling a little proud, and then told what happened in Lin Weimin's manuscript "The Ming Dynasty 1566".

Everyone looked at each other in shock after hearing this.

It doesn't matter if the thief steals the manuscript, but it can actually be sold after stealing it. The most terrifying thing is that there is actually a big boss willing to take over.

This is a full 200,000 Hong Kong dollars!

A few years ago, Xu Huachi spent more than 200,000 Hong Kong dollars to buy more than 9,000 famous paintings from the Foreign Guest Service Department. This shocked the people of Yanjing for a whole year and became a hot topic in the streets of Yanjing at that time.

Today, it is still Hong Kong dollars, still 200,000, and the big boss in Xiangjiang only bought one of Teacher Lin's manuscripts.

One manuscript = nine thousand paintings by famous artists?