1980 My literary era

While Lin Weimin was thinking about his new work, the phone in his office rang. The call was from Cheng Ximi from the public telephone booth in front of his home, saying that Shi Tiesheng's new work was finished and asked Lin Weimin to arrange for someone to pick it up.

Lin Weimin put down the phone, put on his leather jacket and went out. It was still an hour before going to work.

When he went out, he met Cheng Wanchun. Cheng Wanchun asked, "Why are you going?"

"Let's compile the manuscript!" Lin Weimin replied and walked out of the door in a hurry.

Cheng Wuchun nodded. He was still very motivated to work for the people. He was always so busy in drafting...

Wait a minute, you are now the editor-in-chief, what manuscript will you write?

Cheng Wuchun looked at the direction where Lin Weimin disappeared, his face full of anger.

How dare you bully me!

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"

Lin Weimin pushed open the door of Shichahai courtyard and walked into the courtyard while shouting.

The door of the main room opened, and Shi Tiesheng was sitting at the door waiting for him, "I asked you to send someone to get it, why did you come by yourself?"

"Your masterpiece has come out, why can't I come and take a look? I'm your editor!"

Lin Weimin laughed and stretched out his hand to Shi Tiesheng, "Where is the manuscript?"

Shi Tiesheng rolled his wheelchair, walked to the desk, and handed him a stack of manuscript paper.

Once I got started, "More than 13,000 words?"

"Thirteen thousand words."

Lin Weimin nodded, sat on the chair, lowered his head and quietly turned over the manuscript.

In fact, he knew the content of the manuscript without turning it over.

Putting many articles in textbooks is an honor for the author.

But for the work itself, it is also buried.

Because those small hearts that have not experienced joys and sorrows have no capacity to carry their energy. No matter how you explain it, it will be a waste of natural resources.

Later, Lin Weimin also looked back at this prose when he grew up, only to realize that it was incomparable and unique.

Time passed slowly. After more than an hour, Lin Weimin raised his head and scanned the room.

The sky had already darkened, and at some point the lights were turned on. Shi Tiesheng leaned on the bedside and took a nap.

Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes and looked at Lin Weimin, "What do you think?"

"good!"

Shi Tiesheng laughed and asked, "What's a good idea?"

Lin Weimin took another look at the manuscript, stood up, and said solemnly, "There were no articles in the Chinese literary world in 1991. Only your article became a monument."

Shi Tiesheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this comment, then smiled and said: "Don't give me ecstasy!"

"Hey, if I don't give you some ecstasy, how can I get this novel?" Lin Weimin joked.

"You are already the editor-in-chief, why are you still doing the editing job?"

"Ouch, occupational disease! Occupational disease!"

After joking for a while, Lin Weimin became serious again, "Your article is good in every aspect, but there is one thing that is bad! It is very bad!"

Shi Tiesheng became nervous, "What's wrong with the writing? Is it serious?"

"It's very serious!" Lin Weimin's face was stern. It looked like there was a big problem. He looked at Shi Tiesheng and said, "Why is there no role for me?"

Shi Tiesheng became confused when he cared, and was frightened by Lin Weimin. Only then did he realize that he had cheated on him, and he was angry and laughing at the same time.

"I originally wanted to write about you, but unfortunately your answer was too vulgar and you were not selected!"

Shi Tiesheng pointed to one section of the manuscript.

"Once when I was chatting with a writer friend, I asked him what was his initial motivation for learning writing? He thought for a while and said: 'For my mother. To make her proud.' I was shocked and was speechless for a long time..."

Then Shi Tiesheng asked: "Do you remember what you said when I asked you this question?"

The scenes of that day flashed through Lin Weimin's mind, "To improve life! It's difficult to have no money, and it's even more difficult to be a bachelor without money!"

He couldn't help but said angrily: "Why is it vulgar? I have said so many philosophical things, why did you choose the vulgar ones? Besides, you didn't say you wanted to write it into the novel at the time!"

Shi Tiesheng laughed heartily, "I really didn't say that I wanted to write it into the novel at the time, but what Mo Yan said was very noble, for my mother."

Lin Weimin was indignant and said: "Mo Yan is shameless. He was covetous that all military officers wore leather shoes, so he thought of writing novels to earn royalties and buy a pair for himself."

He was so angry that he exposed Mo Yan's lies. Shi Tiesheng couldn't help laughing, "Then I won't care. Anyway, his purpose was very noble, so you will be eliminated!"

Shi Tiesheng threatened again: "I will remember what you said. I will tell you when I see Mo Yan next time!"

Lin Weimin didn't care, "Excuse me! I'm still looking for him. This guy does one thing in front of his face and another behind his back. A writer's mouth is a liar!"

While the two were joking, Cheng Simi prepared dinner and greeted, "It's time to eat!"

Lin Weimin had a meal at Shi Tiesheng's house, then took the manuscript and left.

Early the next morning, he went to the editorial office of "Contemporary" before going to work. Everyone was a little surprised to see him.

Ever since Lin Weimin took over as editor-in-chief, before and after the move, although we were still in the same unit, we definitely couldn't meet as frequently as before, and Lin Weimin couldn't even come to the editorial office once a week.

"What kind of wind has brought you, the leader?" Yao Shuzhi joked.

Lin Weimin was in a good mood and said: "The style of a classic work!"

As he spoke, he took out the manuscript from his pocket and handed it to Yao Shuzhi, "Everyone, take a look!"

The manuscript that Lin Weimin could send in person must be extraordinary. Everyone was immediately interested and looked at the manuscript in Yao Shuzhi's hand with eager eyes.

After delivering the manuscript, Lin Weimin left the editorial office and walked towards the front building. When he walked to the door, he met Tong Zhonggui and Yu Hua. The two walked into the courtyard, talking and laughing, arm in arm.

Seeing Lin Weimin, Yu Hua was like a mouse meeting a cat. He called Teacher Lin and quickly entered the building. Tong Zhonggui called Teacher Lin respectfully.

Lin Weimin hummed and asked, "Why does Yu Hua work with you? Doesn't he live in the dormitory?"

"He stayed at my house last night!" Tong Zhonggui answered truthfully.

Lin Weimin smelled the smell of alcohol on Tong Zhonggui, "Did you drink last night?"

Tong Zhonggui nodded.

Lin Weimin worriedly warned: "Don't ask Yu Hua to come home from now on, he won't be able to show his appearance all day long."

Don't let me get you wrong!

Teacher Lin saved Yu Hua's face and did not say the second half of the sentence.

Yu Hua is a bit like the student in the class who usually laughs and laughs but always gets high marks in exams. Tong Zhonggui is a bit like the serious and good student in the class.

If Tong Zhonggui gets into Yu Hua's habits, wouldn't that be ruined?

Teacher Lin is determined not to let this happen!

That afternoon, Lin Weimin was studying book topics with his colleagues in the planning room, and He Qizhi came over.

Lin Weimin brought him into the office, and He Qizhi couldn't wait to say: "Weimin, that manuscript..."

"How is it?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

"Okay! Great!" He Qizhi clapped his hands.

"Tiesheng has been writing it for more than half a year, and I have been staring at it. I just finished the manuscript and took it over yesterday!"

When Lin Weimin said this, there was a bit of pride on his face.

He Qizhi praised: "When it comes to drafting, no one in our agency can compare with you!"

Lin Weimin understood He Qizhi's personality, and he had never disdained such things as flattering leaders.

Therefore, his words must be sincere.

Thanking Wan Lin Weimin for sending a good article to "Contemporary", He Qizhi left the office.

After he left, Lin Weimin went to the editorial department of Tongwen News Agency.

When several young editors saw him, their lazy state immediately changed and they almost sat upright.

Lin Weimin called Li Xuegang out of the editorial department and asked, "How is the review of the novel going?"

Li Xuegang felt nervous. Yu Hua told him yesterday that Teacher Lin was dissatisfied with their work efficiency. During this period, everyone had just been transferred to Tongwen Society. The work was easier, the interpersonal relationships were not so complicated, and the work content was reviewing martial arts. When it comes to novels, everyone is inevitably a little lax in their thinking.

Thinking randomly in his mind, Li Xuegang actively admitted his mistake, lowered his head and said: "Teacher Lin, I'm sorry, we have really been lax in our work recently, which has delayed the progress."

"There are so many senior editors in the agency, but I didn't transfer them here. Instead, I asked you to be the editor-in-chief of this editorial department. I just want you to be young and energetic. You must have a responsible attitude."

Lin Weimin's criticism made Li Xuegang feel even more ashamed. "Your criticism is correct. It was indeed my fault in my work. I will definitely urge everyone to do a good job in the work at hand."

Lin Weimin nodded, "Remember, you are the editor-in-chief, and you must show the momentum and attitude of the editor-in-chief. Work is the first priority, and a good person cannot be a leader."

Li Xuegang stood at attention solemnly, "I understand!"

"Well, go ahead."

Lin Weimin watched Li Xuegang return to the office.

Li Xuegang was only the editor of the second editorial office before. The Tongwen Society had just been established. Lin Weimin felt that he had excellent professional ability and promoted talents in an eclectic way. He was promoted to the position of editor-in-chief, which was regarded as a great use of him.

The editors in the editorial department of Tongwen News are all young, and they are all about the same age. Lin Weimin knows very well that Li Xuegang will sometimes be embarrassed to exercise his leadership authority.

But the boss does not promote you to make you a good guy.

If you do a good job, it doesn't matter if you are a good old man.

If you don't do your job well, if you act like a good person, your subordinates will treat you as a fool, and your boss will think you are incompetent.

Lin Weimin's criticism today can be regarded as a wake-up call for him.

The next day, Lin Weimin came to the editorial office of Tongwen News again. He felt that the atmosphere in the office was indeed a little more serious than before, so he nodded unconsciously.

"Yu Hua!" Lin Weimin called at the door.

Yu Hua stood up and said, "Teacher Lin, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Later this month, the club plans to hold a workshop for "Alive"!"

Yu Hua was overjoyed when he heard this, "Works seminar? Then I have to prepare well. Teacher Lin, when will the publication be finalized?"

"Alive" was published in the first issue of "Contemporary" this year. It has been just over two months now, and its influence has not yet fully developed. Holding a seminar on the work is also a way of publicity.

"It's too early to tell now. We'll wait until the seminar is over next month."

Yu Hua asked again with saliva on his face: "Teacher Lin, can the royalties be finalized for this publication?"

Lin Weimin glanced at him and said, "How much do you want?"

"10%, what do you think?"

"How dare you think that Wang Shuo is only 10%."

Yu Hua scratched his head, are you cumming?

"Is that 8% for the head office?"

Lin Weimin waved his hand impatiently, "Let's talk about it then."

Yu Hua looked at Lin Weimin's leaving figure and did not dare to call him, feeling a little regretful.

8% is still high?

No matter how low it is, I'll just take the royalties. Now that Teacher Lin is a leader, my heart is getting darker and darker.

Suddenly I discovered a bug in the previous article. "Contemporary" had a prose column. It was not until 1993 that the prose column was separated and established as "Chinese Prose". The publication of several previous essays by Wen Shi Tiesheng has been changed from "People's Literature" to "Contemporary", and this is hereby corrected.