1980 My literary era

Ma Yuan was passing through Yanjing this time. He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. After two days, he boarded the train back to Liaodong. The New Year was about to begin.

After sending Ma Yuan away, Lin Weimin received an invitation call from the Spring Festival Gala program team.

This year's Spring Festival Gala is the 1989 Spring Festival Gala. The director has already been replaced. This time the program team called Lin Weimin to invite him to attend the Spring Festival Gala as the honorary president of the China Youth Education Development Foundation and the initiator of the Hope Project to interact with the national audience. The meeting serves as a publicity function.

Lin Weimin thought for a moment and then rejected the invitation. He had already gained enough limelight some time ago, and it would not be a good thing to attend the Spring Festival Gala again.

The program team was sent to the foundation with just one phone call. There are so many people in the foundation. Isn’t it easy to find a leader to attend the Spring Festival Gala? It can also play a role in publicity.

Two days later, Haiyan ran to the editorial office with a happy face.

"What's wrong? Is there a new work?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

Haiyan shook his head, "It's not a creative matter, it's a work matter. I've been transferred to Kunlun Hotel to work. I plan to make a game tonight and treat everyone to dinner."

Kunlun Hotel is a five-star hotel under the public security system and one of the earliest joint venture hotels in China.

Lin Weimin chatted with Haiyan and found out that this time it was because the Kunlun Hotel was taken over by Jinjiang Group in Shanghai. He just found an opportunity and jumped here to work.

Lin Weimin thought that Haiyan was going to a restaurant to treat guests, but he didn't expect that he would treat guests in the courtyard of Gongjian Hutong.

After getting off work in the evening, it was already dark. Lin Weimin drove to Gongjian Hutong. Before he entered the yard, he heard the noise coming from inside.

After entering the door, the stove was lit in the room, and the clear soup in the copper pot on the dining table was already boiling and filled with steam.

There were more than a dozen men in the room, sitting or standing, with different expressions, laughing and cursing, it was very lively.

As soon as they saw Lin Weimin coming, everyone said hello.

"Hey, there are quite a few people here today!" Lin Weimin said with a smile.

When they talked about why they didn't go to the restaurant and instead gathered in the courtyard, Wang Shuo's face lit up.

"How can you enjoy eating outside in the yard? Such a big place is open to the public. I asked Haiyan to buy fifty kilograms of mutton, cut it all into pieces, and eat it in the open. You can eat it as you like!"

Feng Xiaogang added: "Teacher Lin, your courtyard is really nice. It has almost become everyone's spiritual home in the past few months. Once you come here, you don't want to leave. Staying here is so comfortable!"

Lin Weimin bought the courtyard in Gongjian Hutong and simply cleaned it up. It was no different from the courtyards where most people in Yanjing lived in this era.

After Haima Studio came in, there was strength in the number of people. They worked brick by brick, but they managed to make the place look presentable. The courtyard was full of life as soon as they entered.

What's even more rare is that this place has become a permanent base for everyone. No matter when you come, there are always people there and it is always lively. Who wouldn't like this kind of atmosphere?

"What's the most important thing? Hai Yanke will be the manager of Kunlun Hotel soon. It's a five-star hotel. You guys have to go to him with your stomach empty. After eating, let him sign the bill!" Feng Xiaogang smiled mischievously. said.

Haiyan laughed heartlessly, thinking Feng Xiaogang was just joking.

Lin Weimin glanced at him sympathetically. The young man is still young. Do you think these bastards who haven't taken enough advantage are really kidding you?

Later, Haiyan became the manager of Kunlun Hotel. Only a few of his poor brothers made a fortune, so they would go to the restaurant to eat and drink when they had nothing to do. Haiyan had to treat him when he came because of his face, and he had to say hello to the waiter. Sign his bill.

After drinking and eating, the group went to the swimming pool to swim twice and sat by the pool hoping to see a bikini beauty.

Unfortunately, all the people who went there were rough old men with the same purpose as them, so everyone had to sit by the swimming pool and talk about scripts. Many of Haima Studio's scripts were written by the swimming pool of Kunlun Hotel.

Everyone was chatting and laughing as they took their seats. Several people were busy preparing for the meal, and Feng Xiaogang was the busiest one.

Lin Weimin greeted Liu Heng and talked about Han Zhuangzhuang.

"Zhuang Zhuang said that Director Xie wants to use him as the leading actor. That's all good words!"

"Director Xie is from the film school, and Zhuang Zhuang is also a student from the film school. They are both family members, and we have your relationship. His performance in "Red Sorghum" was also very good. I can ask him to be the male lead." The main character is also good for the movie.”

Lin Weimin smiled and said a few words to Liu Heng. This is the benefit of the circle that many people in later generations will envy. Unfortunately, it is of no use to Lin Weimin.

With his current status, wherever he goes, there is a circle.

But Lin Weimin naturally had to accept Liu Heng's kindness.

After eating, Wang Shuo told Lin Weimin about the idea he had given Haima before.

Due to a bad start, not many people participated in the idea, only five people, Wang Shuo, Feng Xiaogang, Ma Dudu, Qiao Yu, and Su Lei.

Now the script has been written for more than ten episodes, and it will be completed after the year. Zheng Xiaolong and his center are ready to invest, and the name has been decided.

"The Story of the Newsroom".

"Not bad, this efficiency is pretty good."

Lin Weimin praised, then looked at Feng Xiaogang, "Xiaogang is not bad, I didn't realize that he also has a talent for screenwriting!"

"Hey, I have to thank Teacher Lin for your discerning eyes and giving me this rough jade a chance!"

Feng Xiaogang stood up and toasted Lin Weimin with a glass of wine, holding Lin Weimin in his hands without bragging.

Everyone laughed, but they didn't take Feng Xiaogang's boasting to heart. He has always played an active role in this circle.

Lin Weimin looked at Feng Xiaogang and said seriously: "You still have the talent in this area. The most important thing is to use your heart."

Feng Xiaogang has been in this circle for a long time and is used to being a clown and everyone's condiment. Every time only Lin Weimin is present, he can feel the precious respect, and he is grateful in his heart.

Zheng Xiaolong looked at Lin Weimin's attitude towards Feng Xiaogang and agreed: "Xiaogang is really attentive. In the past few years, he has become a versatile person on the crew. I think he can even build a crew by himself."

Zheng Xiaolong's words made Feng Xiaogang elated, but he had a delicate mind, "Director, are you not planning to have me anymore? I will be your soldier until then!"

Lin Weimin said: "Xiaogang, don't belittle yourself. You have been on the crew for several years, so your ability is definitely good. When we go back to filming "The Story of the Editorial Department", let your director be accommodating, and let you go up and practice!"

Feng Xiaogang felt that his heart was about to jump out. He knew that he should be humble at this time, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help but look at Zheng Xiaolong with eyes full of hope.

He had been waiting for several years, wasn't he just waiting for this opportunity?

Teacher Lin's casual words may determine his fate.

As soon as Lin Weimin finished speaking, Zheng Xiaolong didn't even have time to look at Feng Xiaogang, he raised his head and laughed and said: "Teacher Lin, you still know people and make good use of them. Xiaogang is really a talent for being an artist. He has been training in the crew for several years." , it’s time to try to be on your own.”

He looked at Feng Xiaogang again and said: "This time's "The Story of the Editorial Department" is a unit drama. How about taking out a unit for you to practice alone? Baogang will take care of it."

Zhao Baogang nodded and said, "No problem."

The TV series "The Story of the Editorial Department" has been initially decided by Beijing TV Center to be directed by Zhao Baogang, a half-way monk.

Feng Xiaogang was overjoyed when he heard this. He had been thinking about something for several years, but he didn't expect that it only took Teacher Lin a simple sentence to solve it.

"Hey! I said I saw a magpie chirping at me as soon as I went out this morning? I'm sorry it's Teacher Lin, Director, and Director Zhao who want to promote me.

Xiao Feng, I can’t thank you enough. I would like to pay tribute to three of you! "

As he said this, Feng Xiaogang picked up the bottle and poured himself wine, drinking three glasses in a row.

Everyone roared with applause!

After finishing three drinks, Feng Xiaogang wanted to toast alone, but Lin Weimin stopped him.

"Okay, Xiaogang, it's okay if you feel like it. If you drink too much, be careful that your body won't be able to bear it!"

Feng Xiaogang was carrying the wine bottle. For some reason, when he heard Teacher Lin's words, he felt an urge to cry.

"It's up to you!" Feng Xiaogang lowered his head and sat back.

Wang Shuo laughed and said, "We had a bad start a while ago. All these guys ran away. Thanks to Xiaogang working with me to save scripts. Your center should have let Xiaogang do something he is good at."

Zheng Xiaolong smiled and said: "Yes, yes, our work is not done well. Thank you, Teacher Wang, for your criticism and correction!"

Zheng Xiaolong's words were yin and yang, everyone laughed, Wang Shuo laughed and cursed a few words.

The meal lasted until after nine o'clock. Several people had drunk too much and were sent indoors to bed. This is one of the benefits of the yard. It's a big place and good conditions. No matter what you do, you can still have a place to sleep when you don't go home.

After eating and drinking enough, we can only wait until tomorrow to clean up the mess.

The others were preparing to go back to their homes. Lin Weimin could drive as many people as he could and put them on the side of the road one by one. When he and Feng Xiaogang were the only two people left in the car, Feng Xiaogang said, "Teacher Lin, thank you?"

Lin Weimin drove the car and said casually: "Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for speaking for me!"

"It's a matter of one sentence." Lin Weimin said.

"Your words are more useful than anything else." Feng Xiaogang said with emotion.

"It's not that exaggerated. Without your usual hard work, Xiaolong and the others wouldn't dare to entrust you with such an important matter!"

In the darkness, Feng Xiaogang glanced at Lin Weimin.

Teacher Lin is good at everything except he doesn't like to take credit. This is of course a good character, but sometimes it's easy to suffer when you meet a scoundrel like him.

With this thought in his mind, Feng Xiaogang began to laugh at himself again. When did it become his turn to worry about Teacher Lin? Waiting for someone else to take advantage of him?

"Anyway, I have to thank you. To put it bluntly, you are my Bole. I say this from the bottom of my heart." Feng Xiaogang said with sincerity.

Lin Weimin smiled, the car stopped, and he said: "Don't say it if you know it's disgusting. Being kind to others is to be kind to yourself. Above others, treat others as human beings; below others, treat yourself as human beings. In the future, if you If you are capable, just think about this and that’s enough.”

Feng Xiaogang chewed on these two sentences said by Lin Weimin, and couldn't help but think of all the experiences he had experienced following Zheng Xiaolong, and he knew in his heart that this was Teacher Lin giving him a heads up.

"I will remember this!"

After Feng Xiaogang said this, he opened the door and got out of the car.

Watching the car drive into the night, Feng Xiaogang exhaled a white breath and looked up at the sky.

The Big Dipper is shining!