1980 My literary era

After returning from the office, Lin Weimin followed closely and entered Cheng Wuchun's office.

"What should Lao Cheng do? I'm embarrassed to say it!" Lin Weimin said.

Cheng Wanchun glanced at him, "You don't need to tell me, I'll tell him."

"Can you convince him?" Lin Weimin looked suspicious.

Cheng Wanchun felt that he was being underestimated by Lin Weimin, and snorted coldly, "I am a dignified president and editor-in-chief, don't I have this little face?"

Lin Weimin felt that Cheng Wuchun might have been stimulated by the leader.

Old Cheng, you are a bit blindly confident in yourself now!

"Okay, okay, just tell yourself."

Lin Weimin was about to leave after saying this, but Cheng Wuchun stopped him, "Weimin, wait a moment."

"Is there anything else?" Lin Weimin stopped.

Cheng Wanchun asked him to sit down, with a smile on his face, "I have something good to tell you!"

Lin Weimin was curious. He went to the office to find trouble with the leader. Was there anything good he could do?

Facing his curious eyes, Cheng Wanchun showed a bit of pride, "You, having a leader like me is really a blessing for eight lifetimes."

Lin Weimin stood up and said, "It's okay, I'm leaving!"

Do I sit down to listen to you brag about yourself?

"Hey, don't worry!" Cheng Wanchun grabbed him.

Lin Weimin said impatiently: "Are you busy? I'm busy over there!"

Cheng Wuchun gritted his teeth in his heart, who is the leader? Go against Tiangang!

If it hadn't been for the Xiangjiang Sanlian thing, Cheng Wuchun would have cursed a long time ago.

Hold it back, you must hold it back, a little impatience will ruin your big plans!

He forced out a smile and said, "For the people, it's been more than two years since you were appointed deputy editor-in-chief, right?"

Lin Weimin's face changed when he heard this, and he smiled brightly, "No way! It's been three years!"

Cheng Wuchun nodded and sighed: "It's been such a long time. Are you over thirty?"

"No, I'm thirty-one."

"I have done a good job in the past two years. My work achievements are obvious to all, and my colleagues also speak highly of me!"

Lin Weimin became excited when he heard this. Is he going to be promoted?

Deputy Editor-in-Chief, and then Chief Editor-in-Chief, Mrs. Wei was only at this level back then. Lin Weimin couldn't help but be fascinated when thinking back to the old lady's majesty.

Although he did not hesitate to reject Pan Yaoming's olive branch, he had little resistance to Cheng Wuchun's intentions.

Chinese Literature Society, this is where Teacher Lin spent his youth.

Besides, although the two families look similar.

But the Chinese Literature Society has the word "national" on it, and its political status and influence are extraordinary.

In domestic literary circles, it is often ridiculed as the "Royal Publishing House", which is evident from this title.

Being the top leader of the editorial department of the company can be regarded as a reward and report for his work achievements over the years.

While Lin Weimin was thinking, Cheng Wuchun said: "The company plans to put more burdens on you. I have reported this matter to the leader, and the leader has no objection."

Lin Weimin said happily: "Really? Did you just tell the leader? I didn't see it. The leader has a cold face and a warm heart."

Cheng Wanchun spit in his heart and forgot about the time when he was fooling around with others in the office, right?

Dog temper!

"Lao Zhou will retire after the New Year..."

Before Cheng Wanchun could finish his sentence, Lin Weimin, who had been so happy just now, immediately changed his face.

"What do you mean? Let me do Lao Zhou's work?"

Zhou Zhaoyun is the vice president in charge of book distribution of the Chinese Literature Society, and his work achievements are hard to describe.

Especially in the past two years, the market has begun to slump, and his work has been criticized by colleagues in the company.

Besides, distribution work sometimes requires traveling all over the country. Lin Weimin immediately showed reluctance as soon as he heard what Cheng Wanchun said.

Cheng Wuchun said angrily: "You are so picky when I give you a promotion!"

"What's the difference between a vice president and a deputy editor-in-chief? I won't do two jobs for the same salary!"

Cheng Wuchun pointed at him angrily, "You are so picky about your work? The leader is right, you really don't have any organization or discipline!"

Seeing Cheng Wanchun's angry face, Lin Weimin softened his tone and said, "Boss, I'm not picky. You know me. I just love to be an editor. The vice president has so many administrative matters..."

"Does your editorial department have less administrative matters?"

"Can it be the same? How much work does our editorial department have? Anyway, I love editing. How about you let me edit more books?"

Lin Weimin felt that he couldn't refute the leader's face too much. After all, he wanted to put more burdens on him, so his heart was still good.

Cheng Wuchun just tested Lin Weimin. When the vice president retired, it would be good for Lin Weimin to take this position first. In a year or two, he would be promoted to editor-in-chief, and then take the position of president. The two positions should be shouldered. Just like he is now, so reasonable and justified!

It's a pity that this bitch doesn't know good people's hearts.

Cheng Wuchun also sighed again, I don't even know my son that well.

He had known that Lin Weimin would most likely refuse the position of vice president, so he proposed to the leader that he be the chief editor.

Cheng Wanchun said nothing and stared at Lin Weimin with a serious face. After a while, he sighed helplessly: "Okay, then go edit the book, and the position of editor-in-chief will be given to you."

Lin Weimin's face was slightly surprised when he heard this, then he flashed a bit of joy, and then showed a bit of worry. The speed of his face change was comparable to Zhou Xingxing in "The King of Comedy", which is a unique skill passed down from his ancestors.

"Boss, did the physical examination reveal something wrong?"

One sentence made Neng Cheng early spring furious, and he couldn't find anyone else in the Chinese Literature Society.

Cheng Wuchun was furious and pointed at the door of the office, "Get out of here!"

Lin Weimin didn't care, "Look at you, you're so polite in letting me be the editor-in-chief. Aren't I worried about your health?"

Cheng Wuchun restrained himself for a long time, and finally managed to suppress his anger, "Xiangjiang Sanlian Bookstore has been looking for you, right?"

Lin Weimin was a little surprised, "Leader, are you well-informed?"

"Stop smiling at me! Why don't you tell me this kind of thing? Do you want to run over?"

"Look at what you said. I am a person trained by our Chinese Literature Society, with a red heart facing the sun, and absolutely no second thoughts. As soon as they told me, I immediately refused without hesitation."

Lin Weimin held his head high when he spoke. In the war years, he would have been shackled to the execution ground without blinking an eye.

Cheng Wuchun didn't believe it and asked, "Then how did the phone call from Xiangjiang reach the leader?"

"The call was made to the leader?" Lin Weimin was surprised again, "I don't know! When Pan Yaoming found me, I refused on the spot."

Lin Weimin thought for a while and said thoughtfully: "Maybe he is so thirsty for talents that he thinks too highly of me!"

Although he didn't want to admit it, Cheng Wanchun thought about it and found that this possibility seemed very high.

"Okay, okay!" He waved his hand and said, "Do you have any objections to the position of editor-in-chief? No objections, it's decided!"

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "Thank you for your appreciation, leader. Without your cultivation, Xiao Lin, I..."

"Definitely!" Cheng Wuchun interrupted Lin Weimin's hypocritical expression of loyalty with a look of disgust on his face.

"Leader, after I become the editor-in-chief, "Contemporary"..."

Before Lin Weimin could finish what he said, Cheng Wanchun said impatiently: "You are already the editor-in-chief. Don't worry about one publication. Instead, start from the overall situation of the society. Can you have a little overall view? Besides, can you give it to your subordinates? Is there any room for development?"

"I'm asking who will take over from me!" Lin Weimin really wanted to ask if he could continue to work as part of "Contemporary", but Cheng Wanchun rejected it and he immediately changed his tune.

"Who do you prefer?" Cheng Wanchun asked.

Lin Weimin hesitated for a moment and said, "Congratulations!"

Cheng Wuchun nodded and said: "Lao He has enough ability and qualifications. He has been the deputy editor for many years and it's time for him to be straightened up."

After finishing speaking, he added: "Don't make any announcement about this matter now. We will talk about it after the year is finalized!"

Lin Weimin gave him a look, "Don't worry!"

Cheng Wuchun looked into his eyes, and the more he looked, the more uneasy he became. Lin Weimin said firmly: "I promise!"

Cheng Wanchun shook his hand, "Okay, that's it, let's go."

After driving Lin Weimin out of the office, he walked to the door of the office, suddenly turned around and asked, "Is there really something wrong with you?"

Cheng Wanchun couldn't hold back his anger, so he grabbed a book on the table and tried to throw it away. Lin Weimin was so frightened that he ran away.

After Lin Weimin ran away with his head in his arms, Cheng Wuchun smiled helplessly and shook his head.

This stupid boy, I really don’t know when he will mature!

After a while, thinking about what he had promised his leader, he called the Shaanxi Literary and Art Association.

After waiting for a while, the phone was picked up.

"Hello, loyal comrade, I am Cheng Wanchun!"

Cheng Zhongshi did not expect to receive a call from Cheng Wuchun.

He had published his works several times in the Chinese Literature Society, but the ones he had the most contact with were the editorial comrades of "Contemporary" and the president, Cheng Wuchun, whom he only met once during the "White Deer Plain" work seminar.

He held the phone receiver and listened for a long time. After Cheng Wuchun finished explaining the situation, he fell into silence.

Cheng Wanchun naturally heard his voice of protest from the silent silence.

"Comrade loyal, this phone call was supposed to be for the people.

But he was also very angry because your novel was banned. Today he specially took me to the department to ask for an explanation from the leader. The quarrel with the leader was not very pleasant.

I know how much he loves and cares for you fellow writers, and I think you should know it too.

To tell you the truth, the idea of ​​deleting the novel was mine.

Now the issue of yellow S and F moving is no longer mentioned, but the seal is still not allowed because of many concerns.

He has good intentions in protecting you for the sake of the people, but I don't want him to offend people too much. He is about to mention the editor-in-chief. If the quarrel with the leader is too tense, it will be difficult to carry out work in the future, don't you think? "

Cheng Wuchun moved out of Lin Weimin, and Cheng Zhongshi could no longer remain silent, especially when he heard that Lin Weimin had approached the top leader of the Publishing House about the novel. Cheng Zhongshi was moved but also full of guilt.

President Cheng said that Weimin was going to appoint the editor-in-chief soon, and at this juncture, we couldn't let his affairs delay our bright future.

"President Cheng, this matter has put you in a difficult position. But..."

When Cheng Wuchun heard this "but", his heart skipped a beat, thinking that Cheng Zhongshi would continue to be stubborn. Fortunately, he went on to say: ""White Deer Plain" is my hard work. If I were to delete it, I'm afraid I would feel bad. , hesitation and hesitation will only waste time. I think this matter should be entrusted to a few editorial comrades in the editorial department of "Contemporary". I am familiar with them and we usually communicate well. After you go back and delete the proof, give it to me Just take a look.”

Cheng Zuochun breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this and said gratefully: "loyal comrade, thank you for your consideration."

"President Cheng, don't say that. In the final analysis, this matter started because of "White Deer Plain". I have heard some rumors in Shaanxi and know the work you have done. I should be the one thanking you."

Speaking of this, Cheng Zhongshi said in a humble tone, "There is just one thing..."

"you say."

"In the future, if there is an appropriate opportunity, can the complete version of this novel be published again?"

Cheng Wuchun felt sour in his heart and blurted out: "No problem! I promise you that as long as there is a suitable opportunity, the complete version of this novel will definitely be shown to people. Moreover, this time will not wait too long!"

After getting his promise, Cheng Zhongshi felt a lot more at ease, "Thank you!"

Putting down the phone, Cheng Wuchun sighed helplessly.