1980 My literary era

Chapter 490 Haima Studio

Tong Zhonggui felt that Teacher Lin must admire Wang Xiaobo very much. Although Teacher Lin did not express it too strongly, Tong Zhonggui was very sure of this fact based on his understanding of Lin Weimin for many years.

He has also watched "Tangren Story" and "The Golden Age".

He didn't like the style of "Stories of the Tang Dynasty". In his opinion, it was just a Tang legend story, telling Wang Xiaobo's own story. The writing was certainly very good, but it didn't suit Tong Zhonggui's reading taste.

However, "The Golden Age" is really well written. Apart from the sensitive factor of QS, this novel gave Tong Zhonggui a very shocking feeling.

Tong Zhonggui's literary career basically started with a buzz. Over the years, there have been scars, reforms, roots, and reflections. Various literary genres have appeared, and it is difficult for the creator's content to break away from the stereotypes of these forms. , everyone is basically influenced by this, or influenced by foreign classics.

But the feeling "Golden Age" gave Tong Zhonggui was completely different from the feeling he had when reading the works of other domestic writers. He had only tasted this feeling in the works of Lin Weimin.

It is a kind of wanton and unrestrained style full of talent, with a distinctive personality, which is impressive at first glance and is extraordinary.

Tong Zhonggui was discussing Wang Xiaobo's creative style with his colleagues in the editorial department. Everyone agreed that he understands humor and gives people a very "ghost" feeling between the lines. The ghost refers to a feeling similar to eccentricity.

But his humor is different from Wang Shuo's Beijing-flavored "ruffian". Wang Xiaobo's humor is more self-deprecating, while Wang Shuo's humor is more sarcastic.

Compared with Wang Shuo's sharpness, Wang Xiaobo's humor is undoubtedly more acceptable.

"I think the most important thing is that his style is too unique..." Tong Zhonggui frowned and said thoughtfully: "I can't see the shadow of other people in Wang Xiaobo. His works are different from what we have seen over the years. The works of any domestic writer I have read are about educated youth, but they are neither scars, roots, nor reflections. His style is unique."

Several colleagues agreed with Tong Zhonggui's words. Yao Shuzhi smiled and said: "It seems that Xiao Tong, you really appreciate this Wang Xiaobo!"

"He is the author himself, so of course he appreciates it!" everyone joked.

While everyone was chatting, Wang Shuo, who had not been seen for a long time, appeared in the editorial office.

Wang Shuo gained weight, his figure became rounded like his face, his face was rosy, and his voice was even louder than before. He looked very proud, and the editors made fun of him.

There is a reason for everyone's ridicule.

1988 was a fruitful year for Wang Shuo. "Stubborn Lord" was adapted into a movie by Mika Shanxiang last year and was released at the beginning of this year, which was like a rallying cry for the film and television adaptation of Wang Shuo's works.

"Half Fire, Half Seawater", "Reincarnation", "Big Breath", one movie after another, without even giving the audience a chance to breathe.

There are more and more films with "Screenwriter Wang Shuo" on the cinema screen. He digested his identity as a novice screenwriter at an extremely fast speed and wandered freely in the ocean of movies, enjoying himself.

In the past six months, Wang Shuo has dominated the domestic literary world with the release of four adapted movies. Many reporters and newspapers even shouted the slogan "Wang Shuo Nian".

For more than half a year, Wang Shuo was so busy that he never even met Lin Weimin, let alone appeared in the editorial department of "Contemporary".

"Busy! So busy!" Wang Shuo sat on the sofa in Lin Weimin's office, crossing his legs and looking high-spirited.

"You don't even know that these directors would invite me to dinner out of nowhere, and if I didn't go, they would find fault with me, saying that you looked down on him..."

The four words "poor for a long time and suddenly rich" can be said to complement each other when used on Wang Shuo. After listening to him gibbering for a long time, Lin Weimin asked: "You are not coming here just to show off to me, are you?"

Wang Shuo has long been accustomed to Lin Weimin's cynicism towards him, "How can you!"

As he spoke, he stood up and took out the manuscript from his bag, "Look! I just finished writing and brought it to you, and it's still warm!"

Lin Weimin finally showed a smile, "It's okay, you know you're thinking of me!"

"Look at what you said. No one can forget you if you forget. Let me tell you, I wrote a few manuscripts before, but I didn't send them to you at all. I know you have high requirements, so I didn't recruit you even if I sent them. Thank you very much, I have put a lot of effort into writing these two novels this time."

When Wang Shuo said this, there was a bit of pride in his brows, and he was obviously very satisfied with these two works.

Since it is described as "part", it is at least the size of a novella.

Lin Weimin flipped through the novels, one was "Don't Treat Me as a Human Being" and the other was "Forever Lost My Love". He felt the thickness of the manuscripts and found that they totaled about 130,000 to 40,000 words.

He smiled and asked: "You are quite efficient this year! I remember that you have published four or five articles in other publications, right?"

Wang Shuo smiled proudly, "Don't tell me, I don't know what happened this year. No matter how I write, it's like holding this pen in my hand as if it's out of my control. I can write whatever I want, and everything I write is brilliant. !”

Wang Shuo turns 30 this year. With many years of creative accumulation, the confidence that many of his works have been adapted for film and television, and the welcome of readers and audiences, his creative confidence has reached an unprecedented height. At this stage, he should It is the peak period of creative career.

"Don't be arrogant. Life only lasts for a few good years. Try to write more." Lin Weimin warned.

"You are looking more and more like a teacher now!" Wang Shuo said sarcastically to him.

The two discussed the issue of royalties again.

"Just give it to me!" Master Shuo was no longer Wu Xia Amon today. He waved his hand casually and said, with the aura of a nouveau riche.

He is now a popular figure in the domestic literary world, so Lin Weimin will not treat him badly.

The two novels gave him a royalties of 5,200 yuan, with the standard royalties reaching 45 yuan per thousand words.

Looking at this standard across the country, there are only a handful of writers who can get it, worthy of Wang Shuo's current status and popularity.

Wang Shuo stood up and cupped his hands towards Lin Weimin, "You are so angry!"

Lin Weimin smiled, and Wang Shuo asked again: "What's wrong? We're going out to eat tonight. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Are you having fun with the guys?"

"Okay!"

Wang Shuo agreed, and at around six o'clock in the evening, Lin Weimin's Mercedes-Benz appeared at the door of Jimen Hotel.

"Is this almost becoming your stronghold?" Lin Weimin asked Zheng Xiaolong with a smile as soon as they met.

"The old place is just for comfort." Zheng Xiaolong replied.

At the beginning of the year, "Desire" was broadcast on CCTV 1 and became popular all over the country. Not only did it make several main actors in the TV series famous, but Zheng Xiaolong and his group of behind-the-scenes staff also became hot figures. Suddenly, they were popular in the country. It made a big name in the TV circle.

When we met today, I felt a bit proud of the spring breeze, and I looked at Wang Shuo very much.

When Lin Weimin entered the restaurant, most of the people eating today had already arrived. He looked around and saw that they were all old faces.

In addition to the two soul figures Zheng Xiaolong and Wang Shuo, there are also Feng Xiaogang, Zhao Baogang, Hai Yan, Ye Daiying, Ge You, Xie Jing, Ma Dudu, Liang Tian...

There were more than ten people at a table. Counting them carefully, it seemed that the so-called Beijing Circle in later generations had just appeared.

"Teacher Lin, take a seat, take a seat!"

Everyone enthusiastically pulled Lin Weimin to the main seat, and he was pushed down on the seat by Feng Xiaogang.

Everyone is here, the food and wine are on the table, and everyone raises their glasses.

Wang Shuo's face was red from drinking and he was already flushed after just two drinks. He sat on Lin Weimin's right hand side.

"For the people, Liu Yiran and I were revising the script at the guest house of Yanying Studio a while ago. We had nothing to do and chatted about mountains and rivers, and finally we came up with an idea."

"What do you think?" Lin Weimin asked casually.

"We want to have a studio."

"studio?"

Lin Weimin glanced at Wang Shuo, and then at the other people present. There was no surprise on everyone's faces. It was obvious that everyone was angry about this matter. It seemed that he was invited here today.

"What for?" Lin Weimin already had some guesses in his mind and asked knowingly.

"I just want to set up a film and television creative team composed of writers with the nature of a literary salon. Everyone gets together to talk about everything. Whoever has a good idea, we brainstorm and promote this idea, and then find studios and TV stations to invest. Film it, and we sell the rights to adapt it.”

After Wang Shuo finished speaking, he stared at Lin Weimin, "How was it? Are you interested in participating?"

Lin Weimin shook his head decisively, "Not interested!"

Wang Shuo's face was full of disappointment, and Feng Xiaogang smiled at this time: "What am I talking about? How can a god-like figure like Teacher Lin join your little gang?"

His gags covered up Wang Shuo's embarrassment at being rejected by Lin Weimin very well, and everyone laughed.

Lin Weimin said: "Don't abuse people!"

He pondered and said: "Your idea is very good, but I am very distracted from film and television creation, and I really don't have the energy to participate in this matter."

"Understood, understood!" Zheng Xiaolong toasted Lin Weimin with a glass of wine and said, "You have to work at the Chinese Literature Society during the day, you have to write in your spare time, and you have to hold meetings and participate in activities from time to time. You are really too busy."

Wang Shuo joked: "I originally wanted to get you to become the leader of the martial arts alliance!"

Lin Weimin shook his head, "Everyone who becomes an alliance leader has a short life. I don't have the courage."

Everyone laughed, and he added: "But the idea of your team is quite interesting. How many people have you recruited?"

Wang Shuo counted with his fingers: "Me, Liu Yiran, Wu Bin, Haiyan, Dudu, Mo Yan, Liu Zhenyun..."

"You also brought Mo Yan and Liu Zhenyun here?"

Mo Yan and Liu Zhenyun had very little contact with Wang Shuo's circle. Lin Weimin did not expect that Wang Shuo would bring them here.

Wang Shuo said proudly: "I shamelessly went to the National College of Liberal Arts to find them two. My brothers are proud of themselves, so they agreed to participate."

Last year, Liu Zhenyun signed up for a postgraduate class for writers co-operated by the National Academy of Liberal Arts and Yan'an Normal University. He was in the same class as Mo Yan and Chi Zijian. However, his home was not far from the National Academy of Arts and he had to work on weekdays, so he was studying on a semi-full-time basis.

"Okay, you have a lot of face!" Lin Weimin joked.

Listening to Wang Shuo's countless names, Lin Weimin confirmed in his heart that this should be the team he would know in the future.

Wang Shuo pulled Lin Weimin and said, "Forget it if you don't want to be the leader of the alliance, then you can be an advisor. Is that okay?"

Lin Weimin looked at everyone's eager eyes and said, "Sure, it's no problem to be a consultant."

Being able to bring Lin Weimin in, even as a consultant, everyone immediately became happy and rejoiced.

I was so happy that I drank several more glasses of wine.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin, for the honor of joining our workshop!"

Haiyan and Ye Daiying came to toast one by one. Lin Weimin couldn't hold it in anymore after two drinks. "If you want to drink me wine, just say so. Don't do such nonsense!"

Everyone laughed and chatted a few words and sat down.

"What is the name of your creative team?" Lin Weimin asked.

Everyone looked at each other. They were just busy pulling people in and didn't think about this issue at all.

Wang Shuo said: "I really haven't thought about this, why don't you give me one!"

Feng Xiaogang also said: "Teacher Lin, what do you have to say?"

"I can't even talk about Gao Jian. I just feel something when I look at you bunch of rough old men."

"What's the meaning?"

"Do you know about Haima?" Lin Weimin asked.

Most people looked blank, but Feng Xiaogang was very smart and said: "Seahorses are all male-reproduced."

"That's right!" Lin Weimin gave Feng Xiaogang an encouraging look.

Wang Shuo concluded: "There aren't even any females, it's all about the males giving birth. What the heck, a bunch of seahorses!"

Everyone laughed when they heard this.