1980 My literary era

Lin Weimin brought Guo Xugang to Cheng Wanchun's office and took the initiative to explain the situation to him. Cheng Wanchun generously said that Guo Xugang could come back at any time.

After getting Cheng Wuchun's approval, Guo Xugang left the office happily and prepared to go through the procedures to return.

Lin Weimin stared at Cheng Wanchun's smiling expression and could roughly guess his mood at this time.

The Chinese Literature Society is not a paradise, but the humanistic environment cultivated here for decades is indeed stronger than that of ordinary units. Guo Xugang has stayed in such a simple environment for a long time, and it is normal for him to feel uncomfortable when he goes outside.

Cheng Wanchun is definitely happy to see Guo Xugang's return. In the past two years, foreign publishing houses have come to the Chinese Literature Society from time to time to recruit people, including some who want to leave. Although there are very few people leaving, they are always like this It's not a good thing to go down and have people's thoughts.

Guo Xugang's return just sets a negative example for the staff of the Chinese Literature Society.

An old goat with devil horns appeared in Lin Weimin's mind. He was carrying a plucked lamb and shouted to a group of lambs below: "Look at it! Look at it! The grass outside is so beautiful." Is it delicious? If you’re not careful, your skin will be peeled off!”

The lambs were trembling, and the old goat was elated.

Guo Xugang is the sheep that was plucked.

Unfortunately, Cheng Wanchun's idea was still a little too naive.

Just after Guo Xugang came back from the company, there was another young man in the company who committed a crime and wanted to resign and go to Pengcheng to work.

During the meeting, Cheng Zuochun called out angrily: "Li Xin, is this the second person to leave your editorial office? Why do they all leave from you?"

Li Xin is the director of the Second Department of Contemporary Literature. He is thirty-four or five years old and in the prime of life.

"Now they are clamoring to go to the sea, what can I do? I can't stop people and prevent them from leaving, right?"

The editorial staff left, and Li Xin, the director, was in a bad mood. He was criticized by Cheng Wuchun, and he said with emotion.

Seeing his attitude, Cheng Wuchun became even more angry and was about to scold him a few words when Lin Weimin spoke up.

"Li Xin, what's your attitude? Look at your second editor's office. Why did the second editor of yours leave without leaving other editorial offices?

You have to be a conscientious person. Are the wages paid to them by the company low? Are the benefits not good? Didn't they get a share of the house? "

Lin Weimin spoke before Cheng Wanchun and spoke harshly, leaving everyone stunned.

Li Xin was also stunned for a moment, and then looked at Lin Weimin and Cheng Wuchun with strange eyes.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Cheng Wanchun, and his face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.

"You are such a good leader!" Cheng Wuchun said through gritted teeth.

Li Xin and Lin Weimin are both directors of the editorial office, but Lin Weimin still carries the title of deputy editor-in-chief. He is mainly responsible for contemporary literature and is half of Li Xin's leader.

His words just now seemed to be scolding Li Xin, but everyone present could hear that he was dealing with Cheng Wuchun.

How do you not know how young editors in the agency are treated?

They have no job title, no professional title, no reputation in the industry, have not published any works, and are not even eligible for housing assignments. This group of people should be considered the bottom of the social ecosystem.

Logically speaking, the salary of the editors of the Chinese Language and Literature Society is not low, but today is different from the past, with the reform and opening up coming one after another. There are not many people doing business around, and it takes a month to set up a stall on the street to sell tea eggs. You can earn hundreds of dollars, and young editors receive a salary of two to three hundred dollars a month, so it is normal for people to have emotions.

Lin Weimin smiled guiltily, "Isn't this all learned from your leader?"

Cheng Wanchun resisted rolling his eyes and said with suppressed temper: "Since you don't want me to talk about you, then you should take good care of the work in the editorial office. Understand the mentality of your editors, especially those young editors, and don't let them I was fascinated by the colorful world outside."

"Yes, yes, that's what the leader said." Having just lost the leader's face, Lin Weimin actively echoed the leader's speech, making Cheng Wanchun amused and helpless.

"But..." Lin Weimin started talking, and Cheng Wuchun looked at him, wondering what trouble he was planning to make.

"Leader, you really can't blame us for not being able to control people. Tell me, there are so many people going to the sea now. Who doesn't have people going to the sea to make money around them? Looking at the people around them making a lot of money, who can resist this? Temptation!”

After Lin Weimin finished speaking, all the editorial office directors agreed, "Yes, leaders, you really can't blame us."

Cheng Wuchun looked at Lin Weimin angrily. With such a thorn in his side, the work was too difficult.

"I'm not asking you to monitor everyone's every move, but I'm asking you to give me some snacks. Most people must have had a warning before they leave. Chat and communicate with everyone frequently to see if there is any grievance.

Sometimes when someone wants to leave, if you say a few warm words, they might stay. Excluding those who are determined to leave, there are many people who can be retained. This depends on how well everyone does their work. "

Cheng Wuchun said earnestly.

Lin Weimin said again: "What the leader said makes sense, it's really insightful!"

Cheng Wanchun ignored his flattery and focused his eyes on everyone, whose expressions were relaxed.

What was a good meeting to unite people and unify minds gradually changed its flavor due to Lin Weimin's gags, and finally ended hastily.

After the meeting, Lin Weimin stayed in the leadership office for half an hour.

“It’s fun to serve the people!”

After the directors left, they still couldn't help but look at Cheng Wuchun's office worriedly. Weimin was fighting for everyone this time.

In the office, Lin Weimin was sitting and drinking tea. It was just a scolding anyway. It's not like he had never been scolded before and he was used to it.

But after waiting for a long time, Cheng Wanchun didn't show the anger he had just been holding back. Lin Weimin couldn't help but worry. It was not a good thing not to avenge one's grudges on the spot!

Could it be that he plans to keep accounts first and settle accounts later?

While Lin Weimin was thinking wildly, Cheng Wuchun refilled Lin Weimin's cup with a cup of tea and called out "Weimin!"

Lin Weimin was agitated. Not only did he not scold, but he was so kind. He was going to kill them all!

"Leader, actually I..."

Cheng Wuchun waved his hand, "There's something..."

Lin Weimin's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

"I have a task for you here."

As expected, Lin Weimin sighed in his heart.

"A few days ago, the leader of the Xiangjiang branch of the New H Society introduced me to a patriotic writer from Xiangjiang. I hope that our Chinese Literature Society can help publish this writer's works in China to help Chinese people better understand Xiangjiang."

When Cheng Wuchun said this, he looked at Lin Weimin with admiration in his eyes, "You are well-known in the cultural circles of Xiangjiang, and you are also an effective member of our Chinese Literature Society. People asked you to help."

Lin Weimin secretly spat, I believe you are a ghost!

He believed everything else Cheng Wanchun said, but it was ridiculous to say that the other party asked him to help by name. How could someone ask for help by name?

"Leader, I've been... busy lately!" Lin Weimin said.

Cheng Wanchun said hurriedly: "Let Lao He be more busy with the "Contemporary" matter. You are already the deputy editor-in-chief, so you can't put all your energy into one publication all day long."

Lin Weimin was speechless. You have said everything. I have been working as a deputy editor for more than two years, and I only occasionally show my presence.

Lin Weimin pays great attention to this aspect. Although he has been named deputy editor for a long time and has a share of business in charge, most of the time he is just a clay Buddha. After all, each editorial office has a director. He occasionally It's okay to intervene a little bit, but if it happens too often, everyone should have an opinion.

Lin Weimin suddenly became alert when he thought of this.

No, this is not a disguised form of depriving me of my power.

Just now I thought that Lao Cheng was planning to settle the scores in the future, but I didn't expect that the retribution would come so quickly.

Lao Cheng, I underestimated you!

"What's that look in your eyes?" Cheng Wuchun's tone was a bit unpleasant.

"Ah? It's nothing, it's nothing. I'm just thinking about how to proceed with this job."

Cheng Wuchun nodded when he heard this, "The writer who needs our help is called Liang Fengyi. He has not been engaged in literary creation for a long time, but his output is very high and he has written many novels."

After listening to Cheng Wanchun's introduction, Lin Weimin was no stranger to the name Liang Fengyi. Later, this person was well-known in Hong Kong literary circles. Most of his works were based on urban life and the grudges of wealthy families, many of which were adapted into TV series.

"Boss, are this writer's works too popular?" he asked his question.

Since Lin Weimin took charge of "Contemporary", he has been emphasizing the popularity of literary works and promoted the publication of many highly popular works, but this "popular" refers to the scope of literature.

He is not discriminating against popular literature. His question involves the philosophy of the Chinese Literature Society since its founding.

Mr. Feng Xuefeng, the first president of the Chinese Literature Society, once set the tone for the publishing work of the Chinese Literature Society: at all times and in all countries, improvement is the priority.

The Chinese Literature Society has been doing this for forty years since its establishment.

No matter whether it is domestic or foreign, in ancient times or today, as long as it is a work that can nourish the spirit of the Chinese people, it can be compiled and published.

However, this scope is more limited to the field of pure literature.

It’s not that Guowenshe has never published popular works, but the reviews from the outside world are very bad.

The four words "people's literature" represent to a large extent the highest standard in a country's literary field. Once it is associated with "popular literature", the literary world, critics and readers will be dissatisfied immediately.

Isn’t this self-destruction?

Cheng Wuchun's face was solemn, "Of course I have considered this issue. But this time the situation is different. There are some political considerations..."

After hearing what he said, Lin Weimin nodded and expressed understanding.

Bucket station, unite all the forces that can be united.

"in addition……"

Cheng Wuchun sighed, "The external environment has changed a lot in the past two years. In fact, I understand why our young people want to run away. Let's regard the introduction of Ms. Liang's works as a useful attempt!"

Lin Weimin's eyes lit up, "Will the club focus on popular literature in the future?"

Cheng Wuchun quickly denied, "I never said this, so don't spread it."

"Look at you, you don't know how tight-lipped I am!"

Cheng Wanchun sneered, "Yes, you are so strict!"

If he didn't match his expression and tone, Lin Weimin would definitely think he was praising him.

He was puzzled. When did the leader's misunderstanding of him begin to become so deep?