1980 My literary era

Two days later, on a working day morning, Lin Weimin was at work, and Meng Weizai suddenly found his office.

"Why are you here?" Lin Weimin stood up, poured a cup of tea for Meng Weizai, and pulled him to sit on the sofa.

"I have something to do with you."

Meng Weizai took two sips of tea and said seriously: "The winning works of the Yanbing Literature Award have been decided!"

The third Yanbing Literature Award should have been held in 1988, but due to various reasons it was postponed to this year. Meng Weizai is the new judge appointed this year.

Lin Weimin raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, "Did I lose the election?"

If he wins the award, there is no need for Meng Weizai to make a trip in person.

Meng Weizai's face was a little embarrassed, "Yes. A comrade from the jury pointed out that you have won the Yanbing Literature Award for two consecutive years. If you win the Yanbing Literature Award for three consecutive years, it will affect the fairness of the award. What the jury means is , I won’t give you the award this year, how about you being the judge next time?”

"Is the jury going to discuss it with me or notify me?"

There was a hint of teasing in Lin Weimin's words, and Meng Weizai said helplessly: "I'm just discussing this with you."

"What does it mean? If it is, it is, if it is not, it is not..."

Meng Weizai said: "I ask questions knowingly, because I am afraid that you will cause trouble!"

"You are also one of the judges after all, so can't you help me fight for it?"

"I would like to help you fight for it. I am a new judge. Besides, who let you win two awards in a row? This award has been delayed for almost three years. Now there are seven award-winning works. Add you in and it will almost suck. It’s on the street. And you had to quit the Cultural Association before, now is the retribution coming?”

Lin Weimin ignored his words and asked, "Tell me, who will win the award?"

Meng Weizai hesitated and said, "You can't just talk nonsense."

"Are you still worried about what I say?"

Meng Weizai's eyes revealed that you have no self-awareness at all!

Under the urging of Lin Weimin's eyes, Meng Weizai told the winning works and writers proposed for this session.

After listening to the list, Lin Weimin frowned and asked, "Didn't you say there were many award-winning works? Then why is Liu Feiyu's novel still in it? Isn't he a judge?"

Meng Weizai's face became embarrassed, "This... is indeed not appropriate. Originally, his novel was not included in the shortlist, but during the selection process, one judge suggested it, and two more judges seconded it. The procedure stipulates that in this case Can be selected.”

"Then he won the award?" Lin Weimin sneered.

Meng Weizai was silent, his face a little uneasy, and he sighed.

This situation is about being a referee and an athlete at the same time. To paraphrase General Fan’s words: I don’t even need to lose face!

"As soon as Ba Lao abdicates, all sorts of monsters and monsters will appear!"

Ba Lao was the director of the jury for the previous two Yanbing Literature Awards. However, he withdrew from the jury this time due to physical reasons.

Meng Weizai stood up in frustration. He had no choice but to come today. He was a judge and had a close relationship with Lin Weimin. If he didn't come, who would?

"Lao Meng, don't be offended if I speak unpleasantly!" Lin Weimin said.

Meng Weizai waved his hands and said with a serious face, "This matter is indeed not handled well. It is normal for you to have complaints."

After pacing around for a few times, he asked again: "Then what do you think now? I have to bring back an attitude to the jury."

"Has a good award evaluation turned into a gift for two more years? Is it going to be divided into pork? What is the purpose of such a judging panel? Anyway, I will definitely not enter!

My work didn't win the award, and I can accept the jury's reasons.

However, winning an award for Liu Feiyu’s novel is too much. He is both an athlete and a referee, so where is the credibility of the award?

The artistic value of his novel is mediocre. Not all novels praising Wei Guangzheng are good novels. That novel is not worthy of the Yanbing Literature Award and cannot win it! "

Meng Weizai looked at Lin Weimin, "What do you mean? You still want to change the decision of the jury?"

"Why not? Please send a message to the jury. If you want me to stop talking, it's very simple. Just kick Liu Feiyu's novel out of the winning works." Lin Weimin said with a strong attitude.

Meng Weizai advised: "For the people, I'm not talking to him, but I'm afraid your idea is not realistic and is too offending!"

Lin Weimin shook his head, "I know that Liu Feiyu is senior and has been a judge for three times. His novel was published by our publishing house, but the publishing house didn't sign up for him. Isn't that enough to explain the problem? What these people are doing now, It is tantamount to ruining the hard work of Mr. Yan Bing and Balao!"

"His work has already withdrawn from the jury after it was submitted for selection," Meng Weizai said.

"Is it important that he withdraws from the jury? Why not veto him outright when someone else nominates him and then withdraw from the jury?

Your work has been nominated and you want to withdraw from the jury? Also, he is quitting this session, not for life!

What's the meaning? Treat everyone as a fool? "

Lin Weimin's tone became excited as he spoke.

Liu Feiyu's behavior is indeed a bit coquettish.

The judges on the jury are always looking up and down. As long as the work is submitted, who can have the nerve not to let him win an award? Don’t we all have to adopt a cooperative attitude?

Meng Weizai reminded: "If you make such a request, people will say you are seeking revenge for personal reasons! If you can't eat the grapes, you will say they are sour!"

The relationship between Lin Weimin and Liu Feiyu is no secret in the domestic literary world. Many people know that Lin Weimin has never shown a good face in public.

Cheng Wuchun and others had previously planned to act as peacemakers for the two of them, but were rejected by Lin Weimin with great disgrace.

"Lao Meng, you are wrong about this. I am seeking personal revenge! I have won many awards, but I am short of this Yanbing Literature Award?"

Seeing Lin Weimin's unusually determined attitude, Meng Weizai stopped trying to persuade him, "Then I'll go back and tell everyone."

"Don't tamper with my speech. Tell it truthfully!" Lin Weimin warned.

Meng Weizai glared at him, "You are really not afraid of offending others!"

Lin Weimin looked disdainful, "There are many people who are like Guang and Chen, including me. By the way, you reminded me, I have to call Balao."

"You kid, don't make trouble!"

Lin Weimin said sarcastically: "Lao Meng, you feel guilty, don't you? You also know that this is not done properly."

"Alas! Can't you understand my difficulties?"

"I understand, but you have to let me talk!"

Meng Weizai waved his hand helplessly, "Forget it, I won't even participate in the next one if you beat me to death!"

He looked at Lin Weimin again, "You can call if you want, but I have to remind you that if you do this, you will put Balao on the fire."

In fact, there is another situation that Meng Weizai did not mention. Malaqinfu, who is also a member of the jury and the secretary-general of the Yanbing Literature Award Organizing Committee, also has a work "The Vast Grassland" that was included in the list of participating books. I chose to take the initiative to withdraw my participating works and continue to serve as a judge.

This is shameful.

Meng Weizai knew that talking about this situation would add fuel to the fire, so it was better not to talk about it.

Lin Weimin thought for a while, "Then let's not call Mr. Ba now. Take my words back to the jury. If they don't give a clear explanation on this matter, I will bombard the headquarters later!"

Meng Weizai left the Chinese Literature Society depressed.

After he left, Lin Weimin was also thinking.

He had won the Yanbing Literature Award twice in a row, so winning again would be meaningless.

But just because he doesn't care doesn't mean others can mess around.

The quality of his novels is worthy of the award. The jury believes that he has won too many awards and there are too many award-winning works this year. He can understand that they hope he can develop his style.

But the problem is, it doesn’t make sense for you to let others carry forward your style and then make it look ugly on your own.

For this shameless behavior, directly fighting back is the best choice.

Lin Weimin was worried that he had no inspiration for his new novel. This time, the Yanbing Literature Award gave him some inspiration. He took a pen and wrote on the paper.

Jin Yong's collection of works has entered the stage of typesetting. Tongwen Society now only has an editorial department, and the cover and binding design are still responsible for it.

Li Xuegang came to discuss the book cover and binding style with Lin Weimin. The book covers and binding designs of Guowen Society have always been heavy and simple in style. Lin Weimin felt that Tongwen Society should be different from Guowen Society in style.

"Okay, then I will communicate with Teacher Ye."

After Li Xuegang left, Lin Weimin continued to write in the office until get off work.

The next day, Lin Weimin received a call from Mr. Chen when he was at work.

Mr. Chen is also a judge of this Yanbing Literature Award, and like Liu Feiyu, he is also a three-time veteran judge.

Yesterday, Meng Weizai went back and got angry with a group of judges on the jury. They forced him to talk to Lin Weimin in advance on the grounds that he had a good relationship with Lin Weimin.

But the jury's handling of this matter was indeed unreasonable. He made trouble with Lin Weimin and was very embarrassed. Meng Weizai had no way to blame Lin Weimin and could only take his anger out on the jury.

Mr. Chen called Lin Weimin, still trying to persuade him to settle the matter.

Mr. Chen knew Lin Weimin when he was at the Institute of Literary Studies. Over the years, he has always seen him on some occasions every year, and he is considered an acquaintance.

After listening to Mr. Chen's persuasion on the phone, Lin Weimin said: "Since Mr. Chen has opened your mouth, I must give you some face. I only have one request. It's okay for Liu Feiyu to win the award. Isn't he a 'high-spirited' person who has withdrawn from this year's awards?" ? Then just do it simply and withdraw from the Yanbing Literature Award from now on. What do you think?"

After hearing what he said, Mr. Chen fell into silence. After a while, he said, "For the people, why are you doing this?"

"Sir, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"What is a lie? What is the truth?"

"The lie is that the Yan Bing Literature Award was created based on Mr. Yan Bing's last wish. Ba Lao, you and all the seniors have worked hard for this award. After two years of development, it has become the most credible in the domestic literary circle. and authoritative literary awards.

Now some people want to use the credibility and authority of this award for their own personal gain. This will not only destroy the reputation of the Yan Bing Literature Award, but also disrespect Mr. Yan Bing’s spirit in heaven! "

"What about the truth?"

"Tell the truth!" Lin Weimin smacked his lips, "I have a grudge against Liu Feiyu. I can't award him an award because he won't be happy!"

Mr. Chen asked: "Aren't you afraid that someone will say you are a villain?"

"Instead of being a gentle gentleman, it's better to be a frank villain!"

Lin Weimin's words were so resounding that Mr. Chen fell into silence again.

After a long time, his tired voice finally sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Why do I think your lies are more like the truth?"

Lin Weimin smiled, "Does it matter whether it's true or false? After all, it's in other people's mouths. As for what I think, who cares?"

"For the people..." Mr. Chen's voice paused for a moment, "I'm not as good as you!"

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