1980 My literary era

After spending more than half a month in France, Lin Weimin finally landed at the Capital Airport.

As soon as he came out of the passage, he was surrounded by reporters and enjoyed the treatment that Zhang Yimou received when he returned home with great honor.

Lin Weimin didn't understand. It had been half a month since he won the award, and he didn't notify him when he returned to China. How did these reporters know?

He thought that his return to China was quiet, but in fact it had already become public knowledge through the waiting history museum.

As he walked outside, he chatted with the reporters and tried to figure out the whole story.

Except when necessary and unavoidable, Lin Weimin rarely accepts media interviews, but the impact of the Goncourt Literary Prize does make it difficult for him to avoid media attention.

But what Lin Weimin didn't expect was that the Publishing Department, the Ministry of Rites, and the Literary and Art Association also sent people to pick him up.

It is understandable that the Ministry of Rites came, but what happened if the Literary and Art Association also sent people?

Lin Weimin stood together with the leaders of several departments, taking pictures in front of the camera. Lin Weimin looked at the flash with a smile on his face, but asked: "Leader, why is Lao Zhang here?"

"There is a traitor among us!" the border officer said.

Lin Weimin was interviewed, and several leaders also showed their faces.

When being interviewed by reporters, the Border Agency directly talked about the press conference.

Lin Weimin won such a big literary award as the Prix Goncourt and returned from abroad with great honors. How could the Publishing House not publicize it?

"Tomorrow at 9:30, the Publishing Department will hold a press conference. All media friends are welcome to attend."

"Leader, can you ask for my opinion on this matter?" Lin Weimin said dissatisfied.

"Our Publishing Department is your natal family. You don't want the Ministry of Etiquette or the Literary and Art Association to hold this press conference, right?"

Zhang Guangnian continued: "Wei Min is a veteran member of our National Literary Association. He has joined the association since 1980. Besides, the Prix Goncourt he won is also a literary award, so it makes sense for us to hold the press conference."

When digging a hole, he moves quickly and does not lag behind others when trying to gain credit.

It has to be you!

If it weren't for the fact that they had worked together before, Lin Weimin would have really wanted to spit out a big mouthful of sticky phlegm.

Lin Weimin looked at the border office and then at Zhang Guangnian.

Forget it, the lesser of two evils.

The leader of the Ministry of Rites on the side looked at the border department and Zhang Guangnian with a smile. No matter how you fight, our position in the field of publicity will not be lost. Who told us to do this?

The next morning, the press conference was held as scheduled. Lin Weimin briefly reported on the details of his winning of the Goncourt Literary Prize. Then the leaders spoke, and reporters asked questions. After the press conference, there were interviews with reporters, which wasted a day.

"Boss, I've been suspended. How do I calculate my salary today?" Lin Weimin joked.

Cheng Wanchun was in a good mood today, "Don't worry, I will definitely make up for you when the time comes."

Cheng Wuchun, as the leader of the Chinese Literature Society, will naturally attend today's press conference.

In the past few days, Cheng Wanchun's mood was just like the current wind in Yanjing, which was extremely volatile.

The printing factory hurriedly rushed, and the printed books finally began to be shipped within a week after Lin Weimin won the award. In the past few days, trucks carrying goods continuously departed from the printing factory to transport the books to the railway station freight station. It took a few days to spread all over the country.

Bookstores and post offices in various places who were waiting for help finally got the life-saving milk. The popularity of winning the award continued and the sales situation was very good.

When Lin Weimin returns to China, the officials and media will definitely promote it again. I am afraid this craze will continue for some time.

The Chinese Literature Society’s bonuses and benefits for this year have been settled.

Cheng Wuchun looked at Lin Weimin as if he were looking at a naked doll holding Jin Yuanbao!

After the press conference and a day of interviews, Lin Weimin refused all subsequent interviews, including the Association for Literary and Art Circles' request to organize a symposium for him.

Including the time in France, he has been interviewed every day for more than half a month. If he continues to pick it up, he feels like he will vomit. This time he won the award, which lasted longer than the time he spent in interviews in the previous years combined.

The Publishing Department, the Ministry of Rites, and the Literary and Art Association were not willing to let him go. They would call Lin Weimin if they had nothing to do, or even visit him at his home.

In the end, Lin Weimin had no choice but to use the excuse of creating new works, and this group of people finally became honest.

After going abroad for more than half a month, I hardly had any free time. When I returned to Yanjing, I could finally have some free time and didn't have to go to work. My life was not very comfortable.

While he was enjoying his leisure time at home, the publicity campaign on his return to China reached a climax again.

The officials and the Cultural Association couldn't catch Lin Weimin's fault, so they turned their attention to the people around him.

Classmates from the Literary Research Institute, teachers, colleagues from the Chinese Literature Society, and good writers...

Anyone who has a close relationship with Lin Weimin has basically not escaped harassment.

Suddenly, articles about Lin Weimin appeared in newspapers, radio and TV stations across the country, giving Lin Weimin a saturated publicity campaign.

The direct consequence of this kind of publicity is that Lin Weimin became a household name in a short period of time across the country, a great writer known to women and children, the kind you would know if you asked an old lady in the countryside.

"Who? Lin Weimin? You know, you know, he's a great writer!"

It's probably this kind of popularity.

The final effect of the influence of the Goncourt Literary Prize has finally appeared. In the minds of countless Chinese people, when Lin Weimin's name is mentioned, the first impression that pops up is that of a "great writer".

This "big" is not an exaggeration or an adjective, but an idea from the heart.

He has won a foreign literary award, which no one has ever won before. What is this if he is not a great writer?

Before winning the award, Lin Weimin was already a well-known writer throughout the country. There is no other writer of his generation in the contemporary literary world. Even many older seniors who have been famous for many years can hardly match his influence and popularity. He compared.

Now with the blessing of the Goncourt Literary Prize, Lin Weimin's reputation is at its peak, shining in the contemporary literary world. If he suddenly died now, he would immediately become a legendary genius.

To use the terminology of later Internet novels, Lin Weimin's current fame should belong to the realm of "half-step to Dzogchen", and going further up, it would be the realm of Lu Guo and others.

So scary!

As his reputation has increased again, his status in the literary world has naturally increased, as can be seen from the current attitude of the Literary and Art Association.

Even if Lin Weimin does not come forward, local literary associations will take the initiative to hold symposiums, seminars and other activities to discuss his works.

In addition to these activities, what is more intuitive is the sales of works.

After winning the award, the sales of all Lin Weimin's works in recent years have shown a spurt of growth. The inventory did not last for several days, and the printing factory worked overtime. The printed books could not even wait for the ink to dry before they were packed into trucks.

In half a month, according to statistics from the Chinese Literature Society, the number of books shipped from the printing plant has reached an astonishing 4 million, 80% of which are works by Lin Weimin.

But even so, new collection orders still appear from time to time in various places.

With the national public opinion awash, this situation may continue for some time. As for how long it will last, no one knows.

Anyway, more than twenty days have passed since I won the award, and the sales momentum is still strong.

My colleagues at the Chinese Literature Society have never missed Comrade Lin Weimin so much.

This is the God of Wealth of the Chinese Literature Society!

He was suspended from his job, but his legends were everywhere in the world.

The style of a great writer is nothing more than this.

Lin Weimin, who is stuck at home, is not idle either. He is currently working overtime to create a new novel.

Andre clearly didn't follow him back to China, but Lin Weimin always felt like someone was watching him from behind. This feeling was particularly strong when he was not writing.

It only disappears when you pick up the pen.

Damn Andre!

Every day before Lin Weimin picks up his pen, he curses and curses. This has become his ritual before writing.

With no distractions, Teacher Lin is very efficient.

It took more than a week and I have finished most of the novel.

At the end, Teacher Lin was in a tangle.

In the original work, the male protagonist promised his son that he would be rewarded with a large tank if he won the game, and then the ending ended with American soldiers driving the tank to pick up his son.

This ending definitely doesn't work.

Damn, this arms dealer, Lao Mi, did make a lot of contributions to World War II and accelerated the demise of the Axis powers, but being glorified as a savior is too much.

Lin Weimin hesitated for a long time, and finally changed the American soldiers to Soviet soldiers.

Although he doesn't like Mao Zi either, this is still a matter of fact.

After finishing the novel, Lin Weimin finally put down his pen, and the shadowy eyes behind him disappeared, and he felt relaxed.

Tao Huimin brought over a cup of tea, saw Lin Weimin putting down his pen, and said, "Let's take a rest."

Lin Weimin stood up and stretched his waist, "I'm done."

"Finished? So soon?"

Teacher Lin is not happy. He is very sensitive to some words now.

"This is called efficiency."

Tao Huimin ignored him and picked up the manuscript on the table. Since they were together, Tao Huimin has always been his first reader.

Tao Huimin always read as much of the manuscript as Lin Weimin wrote. It took half an hour to read the ending, and Tao Huimin had tears in her eyes.

"Why are you so cruel? What a kind person Galyan is!"

"If he doesn't die, this novel is not sublime enough!"

Literary works have to tear the beauty into pieces.

If everything ends happily, wouldn’t it become a soap opera?

"Did you write this male protagonist in your own image?" Tao Huimin asked again.

Lin Weimin:? ? ?

The prototype of the protagonist of my novel is a French gossip, okay?

Even if I haven't mentioned to you the prototype of the protagonist of this novel, would it be a bit too much to guess that it is based on my own creation?

After sleeping together for so many years, it seems you don’t know me well enough!

Teacher Lin felt that it was necessary for Teacher Tao to get to know him better. After all, he was about to meet his future mother-in-law, and it would not do to be so unfamiliar.