1980 My literary era

The matter of a film winning an award is not just a contest between the quality of the film itself and personal connections. It really involves a little bit of metaphysics. Countless "upsets" at major film festivals around the world have proven this.

But Lin Weimin has great confidence in Zhang Yimou. This guy seems to be born to make movies to win awards.

Throughout Lao Mouzi's career, I won't mention other awards. Just talk about the three major European awards, one Palme d'Or, two Golden Lions, one Silver Lion, one Golden Bear, and one Silver Bear.

Not to mention the Chinese film industry, even if you look around the world, the honors he has received are rare and shine on the world film industry.

Although Chinese people always like to compare Cheng Kaige and Zhang Yimou, in terms of film awards, Cheng Kaige can hardly match his old rival. There is only one "Farewell My Concubine" in the past few years. Can fight.

Currently, "Farewell My Concubine" is in preparation, with an investment of 8 million US dollars.

Jiang Wen found an investment of US$2 million, which was as rich as a landlord, let alone Cheng Kaige, who received an investment of US$8 million.

Lao Cheng said: I have never fought such a rich battle.

With sufficient funds, a world-class original work, celebrities joining the cast, and the support of a smart and capable producer, after half a year of preparation, "Farewell My Concubine" will be launched in the middle of next month. Cheng Kaige has been very proud of himself recently. smug.

After dinner, Han Zhuangzhuang and Zhang Yimou sat for a while at Lin Weimin's house.

Han Zhuangzhuang was sitting on the sofa muttering to Lin Weimin. When he saw Zhang Yimou looking towards the two of them, he stopped the conversation with a guilty conscience.

Zhang Yimou felt a little restless and stood up to say goodbye.

Lin Weimin said a few words of blessing and sent the two of them off.

Looking at Zhang Yimou's back, Lin Weimin thought to himself: Yimou, Yimou, I didn't notice that he has an honest face and a lot of tricks.

In early September, Zhang Yimou and his team flew to Italy to attend the film festival.

The Chinese Literature Society has ushered in major personnel changes.

Uncle Zhai, the "veteran of four dynasties" who had served as president for three times, officially retired. Well, there were no flowers or applause. Only the future uncle Zhou from the communication room came to see him off.

Uncle Zhai moved one step at a time and looked back every three steps. He seemed to be full of nostalgia for the Chinese Literature Society, the unit where he had worked all his life.

Xiao Zhou saw this and his heart was filled with admiration for Uncle Zhai.

This is how the workplace is your home!

"Hey, Uncle Zhai, are you leaving today?"

Lin Weimin just came back from outside and happened to meet Uncle Zhai who was about to leave.

"For the people!" Uncle Zhai's face, which was originally full of sorrow, suddenly burst into a bright smile, and then he said with a bit of sadness: "Yes, we have arrived."

"You have worked hard for half your life, and it's time to go home and enjoy your family."

Uncle Zhai echoed Lin Weimin's words, with some kind of expectation shining in his eyes.

"Okay, let's not talk about it for now, I have something else to do."

As Lin Weimin said this, he planned to enter the hospital. Uncle Zhai couldn't hide the disappointment on his face.

Unexpectedly, Lin Weimin suddenly turned around and said, "By the way. I almost forgot. I'll treat you to a meal tonight as a celebration of your honorable retirement. Xiao Zhou will go too."

Uncle Zhai, who was already disappointed, heard this sentence, and his eyes shone with astonishing brilliance.

"That's so embarrassing!"

"Hey! Why should we be so polite between us?"

With Lin Weimin's words, Uncle Zhai was satisfied and waved to him, "Business first, work first, we'll talk about it in the evening."

After Lin Weimin left, Uncle Zhai said to Xiao Zhou in a very "distressed" tone: "Oh, I wanted to leave quietly without disturbing anyone, but look at... oh, this makes me so embarrassed."

Xiao Zhou looked at Uncle Zhai with admiration, "Uncle Zhai, you are still the most popular person. The editor-in-chief is here to see you off."

Uncle Zhai had a big smile on his face, "After all, I watched him grow up, so the feelings are there!"

"The relationship between you and Chief Editor Lin is really good." Xiao Zhou said with a bit of envy.

Uncle Zhai waved his hand modestly, "Don't talk about this anymore, don't talk about this anymore, I'm retired anyway."

He said sternly to Xiao Zhou: "Xiao Zhou, you must remember that you must work hard in the future. Although we are only protecting, we are also an important position of the Chinese Literature Society. Just like when you are a soldier and stand guard at the border post, you are protecting the motherland. At the national gate, we are in the communication room, and we are protecting the national gate of the Chinese Society."

Xiao Zhou felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders and stood at attention solemnly, "Yes!"

Uncle Zhai was very satisfied with Xiao Zhou's reaction, patted him on the shoulder, and set off again, with brisk steps and a proud spring breeze. Xiao Zhou helped him carry his things and followed closely behind.

Two days later, it's the weekend.

Lin Weimin received a call from Qu Xiaowei last night, saying that their little ancestor wanted to be his father and wanted to come to their house as a guest.

Lin Weimin had no choice but to tell Sister Qin that there would be guests at home tomorrow and ask her to prepare in advance.

At around eight o'clock in the morning, the roar of a motorcycle came from a distance and stopped at the entrance of Lin Weimin's house.

Liu Haiyan held her waist and got out of the car, complaining: "You can't brake more slowly. You are startled as soon as you get into the car. I will never ride in your car again."

Before Qu Xiaowei could reply, his son Qu Xiangnan rushed towards the door.

"Godfather, I'm coming!" Qu Xiangnan shouted, impatiently.

"Er Bao, slow down." Liu Haiyan called from behind, chasing her son's pace.

Qu Xiaowei parked the car slowly at the door, and Shi Shiran walked into the yard.

When he arrived at the door of the main room, he saw his son Qu Xiangnan swinging around Lin Weimin's thigh, and almost hugged him.

Lin Weimin asked, dumbfounded, "What's going on with this kid? Didn't he even let me hold him before?"

Liu Haiyan said angrily: "What year are you talking about?"

She added: "Don't mention it. I watched the movie "Spirited Away" that you posted on "Children's Time", and now I'm so obsessed with it that I almost regard you as my idol."

Qu Xiangnan shouted at this time: "Godfather, what's going on behind Qianxun? Can you tell me?"

"The magazine is still being serialized, so I can't reveal it to you casually. You'll know it when you read the next issue, right?"

Qu Xiangnan was a little disappointed when he heard this, but still begged: "Just tell me, I promise not to tell anyone else."

Lin Weimin picked him up and asked, "Tell me honestly, what are you going to do if you know what's going to happen next?"

The primary school student who had just entered fourth grade did not have a high IQ. When Lin Weimin pressed him, he honestly said: "I want to tell it to my classmates and they all like to hear it."

Is this your boy's guarantee?

No need to ask, this "classmate" must be a female.

Use my novels to pick up girls!

If there really is a father, then there is a son who has the same virtue as your father!

Lin Weimin's teasing eyes made Qu Xiaowei slightly embarrassed. He drove his son to play somewhere else, and then took the initiative to change the topic, "Where are the little bean bags?"

"I took him out for a walk. I'll be back later. I didn't expect you to come so early."

"I didn't think it was too early, but this kid knew he was coming to your house today, so he was more active than usual at school." Qu Xiaowei complained.

Lin Weimin looked at his face and said seriously: "When you reach middle age, you have to be a little restrained."

Liu Haiyan on the side spat at Lin Weimin and gave him a big eye roll.

"It has nothing to do with me. The dark circles under his eyes are from running out to practice."

Lin Weimin looked at Qu Xiaowei in surprise, "Learning Tan'er? What kind of Tan'er do you practice?"

"Clothing stall. Didn't he say he wanted to go to sea last year? You all disagreed, and neither did your family.

But this person..."

Liu Haiyan pinched Qu Xiaowei's arm as he spoke, and continued: "The thief has always been thinking about this matter. When he failed to go to sea, he came up with a roundabout strategy and went to practice Tan'er first."

Lin Weimin asked with great interest: "How do you practice? Tell me."

"On Xiushui Street, there is a stall selling men's clothing." Qu Xiaowei said.

"Where do you get the goods from?"

"I know an old Wu who specializes in buying goods from the south. I buy everything from him."

After just listening to Qu Xiaowei's words, Lin Weimin already knew in his heart, "Business is not going well, right?"

Qu Xiaowei was surprised, "How do you know?"

nonsense!

Can I not know? Just you, the stick!

Xiushui Street has been setting up stalls since the 1980s, and now it has become a large-scale free market, famous not only in Yanjing City but also throughout the country.

It mainly sells clothing, underwear and household miscellaneous goods produced in the southern factory. The stall fee there is low and the flow of people is large. Like Zhongguancun, it is one of the most popular stall locations in Yanjing.

It's a pity that it's a bit late to set up a stall in Xiushui Street at this time. In the 1980s, Xiushui Street was a paradise for getting rich. Especially in the two years when prices soared, many people could earn in a month what ordinary working-class people would earn in a lifetime. less than the money.

And Qu Xiaowei sells men's clothing...women, children, the elderly, dogs, men. This consumer chain is no joke.

The most important thing is that he doesn't even have his own purchasing channels. Only if he can make a lot of money can he be a fool, and if he can make hard-earned money, it's good.

"Alas! Business is not good now. There are too many people practicing stalls. It feels like there are not as many people buying things as there are people practicing stalls." Qu Xiaowei complained.

Lin Weimin shook his head speechlessly. What kind of business could he do with his head like this? A good mallet.

But Qu Xiaowei is right about one thing. More than a year has passed since Xiaoping's southern tour, and a commercial wave of one billion people and nine hundred million businesses is sweeping this ancient country.

"Wouldn't it be better to just go to your class honestly?" Lin Weimin said.

"Aren't I just responding to the government's call? Let me tell you, part-time work still requires too much energy. Otherwise, I would definitely earn much more than I do now." Qu Xiaowei said with confidence.

Such blind confidence!

While the two were talking, they heard the sound of a child crying.

If you listen carefully, it sounds like Qu Xiangnan's voice.

The two of them followed the sound and saw that the pen stand in the study had fallen on the desk, a few brushes were scattered on the floor, and Liu Haiyan was dragging Qu Xiangnan and spanking him.

No need to ask, it must have been this kid Qu Xiangnan who did it.

Qu Xiangnan cried loudly after being beaten by his mother. Liu Haiyan was so angry that she even asked loudly: "Why did you come to the study? Did your godfather let you in? Look at what this study asked you to do?"

Lin Weimin advised: "Okay, Haiyan, don't beat me now. Let's beat her again when we get home at night."

"Are you the one who would break up a fight like this?" Qu Xiaowei walked up to Liu Haiyan, rescued Qu Xiangnan, and asked: "Erbao, why did you come to the study? This is your godfather's study, and everything is important in it. How can you just move things around?"

Qu Xiangnan was beaten until his nose was filled with snot and tears, and he was crying and trembling. He said intermittently: "I... I want to find... find Xiao Bailong!"