1980 My literary era

Lin Weimin and Xu Feng reciprocated and used the distribution rights of "Farewell My Concubine" to successfully help Tian Congming and Teng Jinxian open up a gap in the stalemate stage of national film policy reform, which made them overjoyed.

When they got together, Tian Congming's words were full of regret every time he talked about not recruiting Lin Weimin as his subordinate.

If he stirs things up at will, the situation will change. If he becomes the director of the film bureau, his reform plan will be much smoother.

Teng Jinxian lamented: "Our film industry is a troubled industry. You don't know how many leaders in charge have been criticized in the past. How many people are afraid to avoid it and would rather not be promoted than take care of this job."

Tian Congming smiled bitterly. Although he was young and in a high position, he had no background and had grown up in a difficult place.

"No job is easy. But speaking of it, I really envy the literati like Wei Min, who are much more popular than our film crew. Old man, hehe..."

Tian Congming thought of the old man's joyful expression when he mentioned Lin Weimin's works that day at sea. He felt uncomfortable in his heart. Even though they didn't fight for it, Jane was in the emperor's heart!

"No comparison, no comparison, don't think about it, it will only increase your worries!" Teng Jinxian waved his hands to persuade.

After saying that, the two laughed.

In mid-June, after three months, the second batch of books in the Buhu series will be released, with an initial printing of 200,000 copies of each novel.

A few days before the launch, the door of the National Literature Printing Factory in Daxing was full of trucks from all over the country. The books ordered by the Xinhua Bookstore system were all shipped by the postal system. Only some secondary channel booksellers would rush to drive to the door. Waiting for loading at the door of the printing factory.

The printing task of the second batch of books in the Buhu Book Series happened to fall on the National Literature Printing Factory. The factory has been working overtime these days and works late every day.

At the same time, the construction site next door is still busy. It is the second phase of the factory building that is being built by the National Literature Printing Factory. It is much taller than the first phase with only one bungalow, and it is said that all the computer printing equipment has been built. For this second phase of the National Literature Printing Factory, The plant and equipment cost seven to eight million.

The security guard at the entrance of the printing factory and the driver pulling goods were smoking and chatting.

There was no one around at night, and the driver was bored waiting. The books were still being packed. Only after they were packed could these trucks enter the hospital.

"There are so many rules in this big company!" the driver sighed.

"No!"

The two were talking when a figure suddenly emerged from the darkness.

"Who told you to smoke here? Don't you know that fireworks are strictly prohibited here?"

The visitor had a stern tone, and the security guard and driver were stunned for a moment without even seeing the person clearly.

The driver was about to speak, but the guard realized it. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could tell in his voice that this was the senior leader of the Chinese Literature Society.

"Hello, President Mou!" The security guard said hello quickly and apologized: "We also work the night shift to smoke a cigarette and refresh ourselves. We don't dare to be in the factory, but we are outside!"

Mou Chunzhi said: "It can't be done outside. What kind of unit are we? Does the printing factory know? Ink and paper are not flammable? How did you, a comrade, receive training before taking up the job? Open flames are strictly prohibited in the venue and nearby areas, and no one is allowed to Did I tell you?"

Seeing Mou Chunzhi clinging to his teeth, the guard complained in his heart and hesitated, "I told you... I told you, President Mou, this is also the first time for me..."

"Okay, let's go on duty first and stop smoking."

Hearing Mou Chunzhi's words, the guard breathed a sigh of relief.

I watched Mou Chunzhi enter the factory, then looked not far away, and sure enough I spotted a car.

I felt regretful, why didn't I notice it just now? Just chatting.

"Who is this person? So arrogant? He just smokes a cigarette and goes online?" the driver asked unconvinced.

The guard was in a bad mood, and he also hated the driver. He said in a nonchalant manner: "Who? The senior leader of the Chinese Literature Society, the vice president in charge of the printing business, the deputy bureau leader, you guys have to fawn over the boss when he comes. Even the people at Xinhua Bookstore have to treat him to dinner."

The driver was speechless, "Deputy department leader? Are you coming out to this wilderness at night?"

The security guard became even more unhappy when he heard that the driver looked down upon their printing factory.

"You know nothing! Our factory is inconspicuous, but do you know how much our annual output is?"

"How many?"

"thirty million!"

"How many?"

The driver's voice was raised two tones, he couldn't believe it.

The guard felt a little more comfortable and repeated, "Thirty million, this is just the printing cost. Do you know what it means? There are several Chinese publishing houses like ours, and the printing cost alone is RMB 70 million per year. Eighty million.”

The driver exclaimed: "Dear me! It only costs 70 to 80 million to print. So if you sell books, it won't cost 4 to 5 billion?"

The guard couldn't help but show off to the driver, "That's not that high. Last year, the total sales of Ma Yang in Sheli were less than 400 million. Those of you who do this should know that Ma Yang is discounted at 30% to 30% off, which is definitely 2 to 300 million. Got it."

At this time in 1993, there were many domestic companies with an output value of over RMB 100 million. They were basically the overlords of one area. The local tax giants and unit leaders were all guests of local governments. They were well-known entrepreneurs across the country and had countless honors.

On the other hand, the Chinese Literature Society sells two to three hundred million books a year, but it has never had any sense of existence.

The driver couldn't help but think of his boss, who made millions a year from selling books. In his eyes, he was already a top figure, but compared with the Chinese Literature Society, he was just a little brother.

As he thought about it, the driver laughed again. He was so frustrated and crazy. How could the boss compare it to the Chinese Literature Society?

"Old Huang, how many times have I told you, I don't care about your arrangements for relatives, the rules cannot be broken!

We are a printing house! Printing shop! do you know? How many times do you have to let me say it?

Are the guards and drivers gathering together to smoke for fear that our factory won't catch fire?

If it really catches fire, let alone you, I will have to walk around without food! "

In the simple office, Mou Chunzhi got furious and trained the deputy director on duty like a grandson. The "Old Huang" he called stood there sweating coldly but did not dare to refute.

After more than ten minutes of training, Mou Chunzhi finally softened his attitude and said to Lao Huang: "Hurry up and change the person for me tomorrow. If I find out that something like this happens next time, your brother-in-law's intercession will be useless."

"Yes, yes, President Mou, I will tell him to get out tomorrow and never cause trouble to the factory. This time I was negligent in my duties and did not supervise him properly."

With Lao Huang's statement, Mou Chunzhi nodded with satisfaction. After the slap, he had to give some sweet dates.

"I don't care if you arrange another relative, but the rules cannot be broken. Do you understand?"

Lao Huang felt relieved. He could explain Mou Chunzhi's words to his second aunt.

"understand."

"Okay, you go ahead."

Mou Chunzhi waved his hand, and Huang exited the office.

After showing off his power, Mou Chunzhi was in a happy mood.

Although this old Huang is being respectful now, he was not of this temper when the printing factory first opened.

At that time, the National Literature Printing Factory had just settled in Huangcun. Lao Huang and his brother-in-law were the leaders of the town and were assigned to the factory. Since his brother-in-law was the leader of the town, his attitude was not ordinary arrogant.

It wasn't until Mou Chunzhi asked a classmate to greet the leaders of Daxing County that he and his brother-in-law became more honest.

Including the aborigines in Huangcun, Mou Chunzhi would not have been able to control the situation here without his connections in the county. After all, they had the advantage of being born and raised.

In the past two years, Huangcun Printing Factory has been changing day by day, with an annual output value of 20 to 30 million yuan, creating more than 200 jobs for Daxing County, not to mention how much GDP it has indirectly boosted. The surrounding villages have benefited from the printing factory.

After keeping a low profile, Lao Huang's work ability was pretty good. Mou Chunzhi also gave his brother-in-law face and promoted him to the position of deputy factory director.

It's been more than a year since he took office. It's a bit hard work, but the salary is higher than that of his brother-in-law, and the extra money is even more generous. Among the booksellers who come to the factory to buy books, who can't express their gratitude?

Mou Chunzhi knew this very well, but he never pointed it out. After all, if the water is clear, there will be no fish.

After walking around the workshop, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Mou Chunzhi was planning to rush back to Yanjing overnight. He had to go to Hangzhou tomorrow.

"President Mou, oh my, it's not easy to meet you!"

As soon as he left the office, Mou Chunzhi was blocked at the door. He looked at the face in front of him and recalled that a secondary channel bookseller in Ludong was named Wang, right?

"Boss Wang? Hello, hello, why are you here so late?"

"My brother is here to sell goods. Don't worry. There are too many robbers on the road. Besides, isn't this just to meet you?"

Boss Wang was very enthusiastic. After chatting for a few words, Mou Chunzhi planned to leave, but he refused to let go.

"Let's have some food together, have some food, I'll arrange it!"

"No, I have to catch the train tomorrow and I won't be able to make it in time."

"You're in time, you're in time, I'll have someone take you directly to the train station."

The two fought for a long time, Mou Chunzhi wanted to leave, but Boss Wang couldn't stop him, so he ran after his car and stuffed a box of things into the trunk.

Mou Chunzhi got out of the car and wanted to take out his things. Boss Wang said: "It's just a few cartons of cigarettes, not worth much."

Mou Chunzhi looked carefully and found that they were indeed several cartons of cigarettes, but they were imported cigarettes. After estimating the value of the cigarettes, he said: "If you don't do this next time, don't do this again."

A smile appeared on Boss Wang's face, "Yes, yes, it won't happen again."

After chatting for a while, Mou Chunzhi got in the car.

Boss Wang stood there and watched Mou Chunzhi leave, "President Mou, walk slowly!"

The journey back to Yanjing took more than an hour. The driver Xiao Weng dropped Mou Chunzhi at the door of his house, opened the trunk and walked home with the cigarette box in his arms.

Mou Chunzhi took out a cigarette from the box and threw it back into the car. "The cigarettes given by Boss Wang are good. You should try them too."

Xiao Weng smiled and said: "Thank you, President!"

It certainly seems like this isn't the first time this has happened.

With Mou Chunzhi's level, it stands to reason that he is not qualified to be equipped with a car, let alone a driver.

Both the car and the driver belong to Lin Weimin, but Lin Weimin has always driven himself to and from work and is not used to using a driver. Since he was assigned a car and a driver, he has contributed these two things to several vice presidents and Deputy Editor-in-Chief, whoever wants to go out, please discuss the use of cars.

The club used to have a bus for everyone to use, but because there were so many places to use it, I was very nervous for a while. With his car, it was much more convenient for several vice presidents and deputy editors to go out to do business. Lin Weimin made this The move was also well received by everyone.

Two years ago, Mou Chunzhi, the vice president in charge of printing business, would not have been given gifts.

But today is different from the past. Bestsellers from the Chinese Literature Society are frequently published, sometimes to the point where supply exceeds demand. Booksellers from all over the world do everything they can to get as many books as possible.

Of course, their first target was Wei Fengjun, who was in charge of distribution. This also enriched Wei Fengjun. Later, everyone gradually discovered that instead of fawning over Wei Fengjun, it was better to fawn over Mou Chunzhi.

Wei Fengjun doesn't care whether the book is fake or not, but the book must be printed before it can be released.

If Mou Chunzhi can be facilitated, it will be no less useful than Wei Fengjun.

Moreover, everyone also found that Mou Chunzhiyuan was not as greedy as Wei Fengjun and was kind in his work. Although the openings he made were small, they were still safe!

The young man carried the things into Mou's house and came out. After he left, his wife said, "Why are you accepting other people's things again?"

"It's just a few cigarettes, it's okay." Mou Chunzhi said.

He realizes that he is not Wei Fengjun, he is not greedy, and the water flows smoothly. Even if he is discovered, it will only be a minor problem.

What's more, he is a much better person than Wei Fengjun. Every time Xiaoweng went out with him, he was always empty-handed.

"It's only been a few good days, don't mess around!" the wife warned.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on!"