1980 My literary era

Lin Weimin is surrounded by many twenty-year-olds who look the same as forty-year-olds, such as Zhang Yimou, Jiang Wen, and Han Zhuangzhuang.

The muscular man with a bearded face in front of him could not be older than twenty-five years old, but judging from his appearance, he must be thirty-five at least.

Sensing Lin Weimin's sharp eyes, Jiang Wu spit out a mouthful of melon seed peels on the ground, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about you."

"Are you Jiang Wen's younger brother?" Lin Weimin asked.

Jiang Wu was a little surprised, "Do you know me?"

"You think you two don't look alike?" Lin Weimin asked.

Jiang Wu smiled honestly, "Yes, why are we two brothers?"

"Brothers? I heard you call me a fool. It was just me and your brothers. Who were you calling us?"

Jiang Wu said anxiously: "Of course it's him, of course it's him. Give me a hundred courages, and I wouldn't dare to scold you!"

They are indeed brothers.

Jiang Wu looked simple and honest, but he was actually much smarter than his brother Jiang Wen. Lin Weimin chatted with him casually.

He has been admitted to college for several years, and last year he was admitted to Yanjing Film Academy. Now he is a sophomore, and he goes to his brother's crew to hang out when he has nothing to do.

He and his brother Jiang Wen have some similarities in appearance, but their temperaments are completely different. Jiang Wen has a strong and tough temperament, but Jiang Wu's temperament is a mixture of naivety and gangsterism.

If Lin Weimin were to choose, he felt that Jiang Wu would have greater plasticity as an actor.

"You really have a sharp eye!"

Lin Weimin praised Jiang Wu, and Jiang Wu immediately responded with flattery, saying he was a better person than his brother.

Lin Weimin patted Jiang Wu on the shoulder before leaving, "The young man is good and has a bright future!"

Jiang Wu once again had a simple and honest smile on his face. The words of a cultured person are easy to listen to.

As he was about to leave the crew, Lin Weimin glanced around and found no trace of Wang Shuo. He was still thinking about getting back the set of "Newly Engraved Jin Ping Mei Ci Hua".

After searching around and failing to find Wang Shuo, Lin Weimin had to drive home and then called Wang Shuo.

"Where are my books? Why don't you know to return them after you use them?"

"I just borrowed it today. Do you want to borrow something like this? Give me a few days!"

"Didn't you finish taking care of Jiang Wen?"

"Aren't you allowed to take a look at it?"

Lin Weimin heard a strong hint of a shackles from Wang Shuo's tone, "You don't want to default on the debt, do you?"

"I'm that kind of person! Half a month, half a month later I will pay you back." Wang Shuo promised.

Seeing his statement, Lin Weimin temporarily believed him, "Okay, don't forget it."

The short New Year's Day holiday is over and the people of Yanjing are back to work.

More than half a month has passed by in a flash, and the eyes and attention of people across the country have been attracted by a piece of news.

The old man’s southern tour!

Since January 18, 1992, the old man has inspected Wuchang, Pengcheng, Zhuhai, Shanghai and other reform frontier areas and delivered important speeches.

The old man's speech swept away the gloomy atmosphere in domestic society since 1989, directed the attention of one billion people to the field of economic construction, and opened up the bottleneck of China's social and economic development.

Suddenly, there was spring in the east, and the whole society seemed to be on the fast track to change its center of gravity.

Whether in society or in the workplace, the two topics of economic reform and business have become the two most concerned things for people.

The word "going to the sea" has taken on unprecedented vitality.

The vigorous development of economic activities must be accompanied by the weakness of the cultural industry. Everyone is rushing to make money, and who has the time to tinker with those spiritual things.

The general trend of society soon spread to the Chinese Literature Society. One day in late January, Li Xin, director of the Contemporary Literature Department, found Lin Weimin.

Li Xin looked worried. Lin Weimin poured him a cup of tea and asked, "What happened?"

Li Xin took a sip of tea and said, "Teacher Lin, I want to resign."

Lin Weimin's brows raised slightly, "Is there a publishing house that wants to poach you?"

Li Xin hesitated and said, "It's not a publishing house, it's a real estate developer."

In the past two years, the domestic real estate market has been very hot. In special economic zones like Hainan, tens of thousands of real estate companies have been born within two years.

To put it bluntly, when the economic development was not so good, the enthusiasm in the real estate industry was just a false fire, and it was just a game of beating the drum and passing flowers around to see who was unlucky.

As the capital of Yanjing, the real estate market is hotter than that of most other parts of the country. Many Xiangjiang businessmen also want to take advantage of this opportunity to get a piece of the pie.

The person who came to poach Li Xin was a real estate developer from Xiangjiang. They wanted to develop in the mainland and planned to build an office in Yanjing first.

Li Xin's friend introduced him to be the director of this office. His job was not in his old profession, but in the field of recruiting and running.

Li Xin is a middle-level leader in the Chinese Literature Society, and his monthly comprehensive income is more than 800 yuan. If placed among the working class in Yanjing, it is a reasonably high salary.

But compared with what Xiangjiang real estate developers give, his salary is nothing worth mentioning.

Five thousand dollars.

This is one month's salary. One month working for a real estate developer in Xiangjiang is equivalent to half a year working at the Chinese Literature Society.

Lin Weimin puts himself in Li Xin's shoes and it's hard not to be moved.

He pondered and said, "Boss Xiangjiang's salary is indeed very attractive. But since you came to me first instead of Lao Cheng, it means that you are attached and reluctant to our Chinese Literature Society."

Li Xin nodded slightly and agreed with Lin Weimin's words.

Lin Weimin continued: "You have been the director of the first editorial office for several years. Apart from me, you and Xianjun are the youngest editorial directors in the agency. The agency is actually very optimistic about you, and there is a lot of room for future development. ."

Hearing his words, Li Xin's eyes showed a little wavering, "What you said is that the company is really not kind to me. People of our generation go to the mountains and countryside, and some of them don't work until they are over thirty after going to school. I I was twenty-nine when I joined the club, so my actual age was exactly thirty. Three years after joining the club, I was first the deputy leader of the literary theory group, and then the deputy director and director of the first department, thanks to the attention of the leaders."

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "You are a few years older than me, but you joined the company a little later than me. You became the director of the editorial office in six years. I don't know how many colleagues envied you at that time."

Recalling the highlight moments when he first became director a few years ago, Li Xin couldn't help but feel a bit of nostalgia on his face.

Lin Weimin struck while the iron was hot and asked, "Have you had any difficulties at home recently?"

Li Xin shook his head, "It's not difficult to talk about. My wife and I earn more than a thousand a month, which is enough."

"Since it's not a financial issue, I still advise you to think about it carefully."

When Lin Weimin said this, his face was solemn, his tone was sincere, and he continued sincerely: "I think I know you well. You are passionate about editorial work, and I believe you are also very accustomed to the working atmosphere in the agency. If you say now it is because If you choose to leave the company for financial reasons and enter a new industry, I will understand and respect your thoughts.

But this is not the case now. The salary outside is high, but can you get used to changing careers from an industry you are familiar with and love to a completely unfamiliar industry and working atmosphere? "

Hearing this, Li Xin's expression became serious, and he thought seriously about Lin Weimin's words.

"People go to higher places, and water flows to lower places. If you have a good place to go, I, as a colleague, will definitely not stop you. But I still hope that you will think clearly about which choice is more beneficial to your future and life.

We need to look at the immediate benefits, but we also need to pay attention to the long-term planning. It’s been almost ten years since you entered the publishing industry. It’s not easy to be a middle-level leader in a top publishing organization like the National Publishing House. It’s a pity to give up now! "

The regret on Lin Weimin's face made Li Xin's heart sway. On the one hand, he was in a dilemma between the high salary and ten years of hard work and future career development.

Seeing Li Xin's complex expression, Lin Weimin knew that he must be experiencing unprecedented tangles in his heart.

"This kind of thing can't be decided at once. Let's go back and think about it calmly. It's not too late to make a decision after thinking through the pros and cons. Anyway, I'm not Lao Cheng. Let's just have a chat today."

Li Xin nodded hesitantly and left the office with worries.

After he left, Lin Weimin immediately stood up and rushed into Cheng Wuchun's office.

Don't look at how calm and calm he was when he persuaded Li Xin just now, turning into a life mentor. It was all just an act.

His generals are all running away, it's strange that he's not in a hurry.

"Old Cheng, it's broken, it's broken!"

Cheng Wuchun looked at him through his reading glasses, "What's wrong? Are you so anxious?"

"Li Xin wants to resign, saying that a real estate developer in Xiangjiang wants to poach him and pay him a salary of 5,000 yuan a month."

Cheng Wuchun stood up after hearing this, "When did it happen?"

"He just came to my office to talk to me."

Cheng Wanchun breathed a sigh of relief, "That means I haven't decided to leave yet."

Lin Weimin nodded, "I just persuaded him to go back and let him think about it again."

Cheng Wuchun frowned, "Isn't he trying to use your words to negotiate terms with me?"

"Even if he doesn't have this idea, I still have to come to you!"

Li Xin is now the director of the Contemporary Literature Section 1, the backbone of the Chinese Literature Society, with outstanding professional skills and outstanding abilities. If such talents are lost, it will really be a loss for the Chinese Literature Society.

"Then what's your opinion?" Cheng Wanchun asked.

"I think we can add more responsibilities to Li Xin. He has been the director for three years."

Cheng Wuchun said: "If someone wants to leave, you will give them a promotion? Aren't you afraid that everyone will do the same?"

"Who do you think is the backbone of the business?"

Lin Weimin's words left Cheng Wuchun speechless.

There is a joke on Douyin in later generations. A colleague in the WeChat group wanted to resign. He said that a rival company offered a high salary. The boss immediately raised the salary to persuade him to stay. Others followed suit, but he was immediately removed from the group chat.

The boss's generosity is reserved for employees who can create benefits for the company. Similarly, Lin Weimin's promotion is reserved for the backbone of the unit.

Cheng Wuchun said: "I'm afraid it won't be easy to convince the public if you promote me rashly!"

"Can't we just find an excuse and be done with it?" Lin Weimin looked like he was full of wisdom.

"What's the plan?"

Lin Weimin waved, "Come here."