1980 My literary era

After Zhang Yimou left, Lin Weimin saw that Tong Zhonggui was still in a daze and called him.

"Xiao Tong!" Tong Zhonggui was called back to reality by a voice, and he looked at Lin Weimin.

That's an Academy Award!

Many people who make movies may never go there once in their lifetime, but when they come to Teacher Lin's place, it's like opening a small store on the street. If you say you don't want to go, you won't go.

"Don't just think about good things, the script must be written for others!" Lin Weimin explained.

Tong Zhonggui’s thoughts immediately shifted from Oscars to the script.

Yes, the script hasn't been written yet, and I have never written a script.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a pressure in his heart, and then he turned his eyes to Lin Weimin.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't get paid. I just agreed that you will write the script and provide the snacks yourself."

Lin Weimin made up his mind to be a hands-off shopkeeper.

Tong Zhonggui was a little panicked when he saw this, like a mistress who had been abandoned by a scumbag, "Teacher Lin, you can't just ignore me!"

"You graduated from the Chinese Department. You will have no problem writing a script. You have to believe in yourself!" Lin Weimin poured chicken soup for Tong Zhonggui. Seeing his worried expression, he added, "When you have time, talk to Mo Yan. He is the main writer of the script of "Red Sorghum" and has experience."

Listening to what Lin Weimin said, Tong Zhonggui felt a lot more at ease.

Since Mo Yan was able to write "Red Sorghum" under the guidance of Teacher Lin, he shouldn't be too bad.

In early April, Lin Weimin received a reply from Cheng Zhongshi. In the letter, Cheng Zhongshi said that he had received the money wired by Lin Weimin and thanked him for being kind.

With this money, Cheng Zhongshi no longer has to worry about life in the past two years, and can devote all his energy to the creation of novels with peace of mind.

Although Lin Weimin needs to repay the money, as long as the work is written, the income from a novel will be enough to cover the loan, and there will still be surplus.

Writing that can make Cheng Zhongshi feel at ease makes Lin Weimin relieved. He is also looking forward to the publication of his novel as soon as possible!

Tong Zhonggui got the job of writing a script. He has been very busy recently. He hurried home after work every day. Occasionally he went to the National Academy of Literature to discuss script creation issues with Mo Yan.

Of course, most of his communication was with Lin Weimin. Wouldn't it be a waste to guard such a good condition and not take advantage of it?

This morning, Tong Zhonggui led a girl to knock on the door of Lin Weimin's office.

Yesterday was the weekend. He originally went to the National Academy of Literature to exchange scripts with Mo Yan, but he met Mo Yan's classmate Chi Zijian.

Chi Zijian, like Lin Weimin, is from the Northeast, but her hometown is in the northernmost province. She just entered the National College of Liberal Arts last year.

At this time, she was well-known in the literary world. She once published "The Fairy Tale of Arctic Village" in "People's Literature".

Tong Zhonggui introduced Chi Zijian to Lin Weimin, and Lin Weimin shook hands with her, "I know, I know, Xiaochi and Mo Yan are classmates. I have read the "Arctic Village Fairy Tale" you published in "People's Literature". The story is novel and unique. , cold and warm, pure and sincere, well written!"

Chi Zijian's face is very young, with a bit of childishness, and he looks like a student. His appearance is pure and beautiful, which makes him stand out among female writers.

Facing Lin Weimin's enthusiasm, she was a little shy, "Thank you, Teacher Lin!"

The reason why Tong Zhonggui invited Chi Zijian to the editorial office of "Contemporary" this time was entirely because he heard that Chi Zijian had written several novellas recently during a chat at the National Academy of Literature yesterday.

As a disciple of Lin Weimin, Tong Zhonggui has learned the true inheritance of Teacher Lin. How could he miss such a good thing?

Unfortunately, Tong Zhonggui's skills were not very good, and Chi Zijian was a little hesitant to submit the article to "Contemporary". She still preferred several publications where her previous works were published, such as "People's Literature" and "China".

After all, they are acquaintances, so their publication is guaranteed.

Seeing that Tong Zhonggui couldn't talk to Chi Zijian, he had to use Lin Weimin's name. He said that Chi Zijian and Lin Weimin could have a face-to-face and in-depth communication. Chi Zijian was suddenly moved. Who among the young literary women across the country didn't want to meet Lin Weimin? ah!

She entered the school last year and had no chance to meet Lin Weimin. She could only hear about Lin Weimin's demeanor from teachers and classmates. Now that she had the opportunity to meet him, she must cherish it.

Tong Zhonggui was very reserved when he spoke, but Lin Weimin immediately understood his subtext and almost praised Chi Zijian as a flower.

The little girl had never experienced this before. She confusedly took out the two novellas she had just finished.

"It's not easy, it's not easy. I published one article before, and here are two more. I will be able to produce such output in just half a year in the School of Liberal Arts. My talent is outstanding!"

Lin Weimin's unstinting praise made Chi Zijian blush again, "I just finished writing this novel, and I haven't had time to show it to others yet. I don't know how it went."

Lin Weimin read the novel for a while and said: "It's above the standard. Keep them all. I'll go back and review the manuscript carefully and let Xiao Tong contact you."

Chi Zijian was relieved after receiving the affirmation from Lin Weimin, the editor-in-chief. Since he said so, publishing should not be a big problem. At most, he would just need to revise it more.

After chatting some more about creative matters, Lin Weimin invited Chi Zijian to have lunch in the canteen of the Chinese Literature Society before she left.

Lin Weimin said to Tong Zhonggui: "Not bad, not bad. You can still think about work when you rest. You are working hard!"

After that, he handed the two manuscripts to Tong Zhonggui, "Read the manuscript carefully, write the review comments in more detail, and try to explain all the issues to Zijian clearly at once, so that she can see the professionalism of our "Contemporary" ."

Tong Zhonggui took the manuscript and nodded seriously.

A few days later, Cheng Wanchun suddenly found Lin Weimin in his office. Looking at Cheng Wanchun's gloomy face, Lin Weimin immediately fell into memories. He shouldn't have done anything extraordinary recently, right?

"Leader, what instructions do you want from me?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Say it!"

Cheng Wuchun said something without starting or ending, which was probably similar to the police asking a criminal suspect to explain the situation.

"What did you say?" Lin Weimin was confused.

"Pretend! Keep pretending with me! Do you think I don't know?" Cheng Wanchun spoke with a bit of anger.

"Don't lie to me. I've been very responsible recently and I've definitely done nothing bad!" Lin Weimin was confident and confident. He didn't do anything wrong, wasn't afraid of the devil's call, and was tough when he spoke.

Cheng Wuchun regarded his toughness as stubborn resistance and threw a book on the table with a stern expression, as if he was waiting for Lin Weimin's explanation.

Lin Weimin picked it up and took a look at the title on the cover before he understood.

"I bet that's what you're talking about!" he said suddenly.

"Stop giving me that playful smile! I just appointed you as deputy editor, but you're so careless!" Cheng Wuchun said sadly.

"No. This novel is about the events of World War II in Europe. It doesn't fit in with China, so let's just focus on it first!" Lin Weimin explained.

His explanation made Cheng Wuchun's expression brighten a little, "What's wrong with writing about Europe? Didn't China participate in World War II? If it's written about someone with a foreign background, our Chinese readers can't understand it?"

Cheng Wuchun's continuous questioning was full of jealousy.

The book he just threw out was the American version of "No Matter What, Life is Beautiful." The novel was released for sale in the United States last month and immediately attracted the attention of many overseas students and overseas Chinese.

In the past two years, Lin Weimin's reputation overseas, especially in the United States and France, has become more and more popular. Many local Chinese regard him as the pride of the Chinese people, and naturally pay special attention to him.

In addition, he had just won the Prix Goncourt for Literature, and Random House attached great importance to the release of his new work. Some bookstores even produced posters and banners to promote it, making it difficult to avoid attracting attention.

Lin Weimin's works have always been published first by the Chinese Literature Society. This time, Cheng Wuchun found out that his novel was published first in the United States. Not only was he jealous, but he was also filled with a sense of crisis.

Among the works published by Guowen Society every year, Lin Weimin's works account for a high proportion in sales. Today, it is fine that it is published by a foreign publishing house, but what if it is attracted by other domestic publishing houses in the future?

We have to guard against it!

"Of course domestic readers can read it, the main reason is not because they are afraid of poor sales!" Lin Weimin said.

"When our Chinese Literature Society publishes your novel, have you ever considered the problem of poor sales? When you publish a book by yourself, you have to consider sales. Isn't that making outsiders laugh?"

Cheng Wuchun spoke with righteousness.

Lin Weimin would have almost believed his lies if he hadn't known how many retired old men and ladies had their memoirs suppressed by the agency.

Knowing that Comrade Lao Cheng was anxious, Lin Weimin said: "Okay, I will write a Chinese version later and let the company publish it, okay?"

That's pretty much it.

Cheng Wuchun was satisfied, but still a little uneasy. After pondering for a while, he said: "For the people, you see, you are also a veteran of our Chinese Literature Society. Now you are still the leader of the Chinese Literature Society. As a member of our Chinese Literature Society, People, when publishing your works, you have to think about your own family..."

"I don't think enough about our club? All my books have been published in the club these years!" Lin Weimin interrupted Cheng Wuchun.

"Yes, your works have indeed been published in the publishing house these years. I was thinking, look, your works have always been published in the publishing house anyway, how about we sign an exclusive publishing agreement?"

Lin Weimin looked at Cheng Wuchun's face, and there were four big words written on it - wolf ambition!

"Old Cheng, you are not kind!" Lin Weimin showed his true colors.

Cheng Wuchun looked slightly embarrassed, "This is also a matter of win-win cooperation! Look..."

Lin Weimin waved his hand to interrupt Cheng Wuchun's plan to brainwash him, "We are all thousand-year-old foxes, so don't play tricks with me. If you want to sign an exclusive contract, you can do it, but you have to raise the fee standard."

Cheng Wuchun was immediately unhappy, "Why bring it up? Go out and ask around. Is there anyone in the country with a higher royalties than yours?"

"You can't calculate it like that. If I go outside, people will give me this price. No, it may be higher." Lin Weimin said calmly.

Cheng Wuchun felt like he shot himself in the foot, "The price offered by the agency is already high enough."

"But don't you want to sign an exclusive contract? Why don't you show some sincerity?" Lin Weimin said calmly.

Cheng Wuchun was squeezed into the corner by his words. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "What do you mean?"

Lin Weimin chuckled and said, "What we get from abroad are royalties!"

Cheng Wuchun was so frightened by him that he stood up, "Don't even think about it!"

Others didn't know it, but Cheng Wanchun knew that Lin Weimin signed top-notch publishing contracts with foreign publishing houses, often paying royalties of 13% or 15%.

The publishing fee paid to Lin Weimin by the publishing house has already exceeded the ceiling of the domestic literary world, but calculated in terms of royalties, it is only about 6%. If it is really based on foreign standards, not to mention the reaction of the publishing house, a report letter from the Publishing Department can be Drown him.

"Look at you, you want to eat meat but don't want to spend money, how can you do so many good things?" Lin Weimin teased.

Cheng Wuchun's chest tightened after being retorted by him, "You're such a sinister kid!"

"I see you just don't cook. Pork costs almost five yuan a pound now, and the landlord's family doesn't have any leftover food!"

Cheng Wuchun failed to take advantage and became angry and chased Lin Weimin out of the office.

But he said calmly: "You should think about it carefully. We have a market economy now. If someone really gives me a high royalties for my manuscript, please don't say that I didn't inform you."

After driving Lin Weimin away, Cheng Wanchun became more and more depressed as he thought about it.

Today is a waste of money. I didn't mention the exclusive thing at first, and Lin Weimin didn't mention an increase in the royalties. When he mentioned the exclusive thing, this kid immediately jumped on it. He was so difficult to deal with!

At the same time, Lin Weimin's words before leaving also reminded him that prices are soaring now. If someone really offers Lin Weimin a high price that the Chinese Literature Society has not given, won't the Chinese Literature Society's ducks fly?

If you don’t know how expensive firewood and rice are, you have to find a way!

It's a pity that this guy has just been promoted to deputy editor-in-chief. He is too young to be a good guy!