1980 My literary era

What Tian Congming showed Lin Weimin was Document No. 384 to be issued by the Ministry of Radio, Film and Television. Before the issuance of Document No. 384, it was not that China did not introduce foreign movies, and it was not that ordinary people could not see foreign movies.

However, the imported films before this were all imported into the country in the form of batches. They were all old, old, and cheap films, and the copyrights of the films could be bought out for 10,000 to 20,000 yuan. Chinese audiences Not seeing the latest, best, and greatest movies in the world.

From the perspective of moviegoers, China Film Company introduces foreign movies on a split basis. As long as the movies are good-looking, it is a good thing for them.

Under this operation of the Ministry of Radio, Film and Television and China Film Company, the first person to suffer is the provincial-level distribution company, because it involves a struggle for interests.

The second uncomfortable thing is that all the studios and film companies have introduced these ten high-quality movies and put them in domestic theaters, which is Catfish.

Everyone was having a peaceful time, but suddenly a group of such lively beasts came in. Who wouldn't worry about being robbed of the audience?

If you are used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, who would want to eat simple meals?

In recent years, the domestic film market has been deteriorating, and the box office has been stable but declining. Last year, the domestic film box office was expected to be 1.4 billion, a drop of more than 70% compared to the peak period in the late 1980s.

You must know that this is based on the economic upturn and movie ticket prices soaring!

There have been fewer and fewer audiences entering cinemas, and now a group of catfish have come in to grab food. This naturally arouses concern among many domestic film industry practitioners.

The impact of the Ministry of Radio, Film and Television's Document No. 384 is still being fermented, and Lin Weimin continues to be busy with his work.

Graduation season has just passed, and the club is about to recruit more than a dozen new recruits. This is the largest number of recruits the Chinese Literature Club has ever hired, and they are all graduates from major universities in Yanjing.

When I heard that new talents were coming, the directors of the various editorial offices of the Chinese Literature Society were rushing to come and see these talents, almost as if they were waiting for the rain after a long drought.

Chen Jiangen from the Foreign Languages ​​Department stood guard at the gate of the Chinese Literature Society early in the morning when all the college students registered together. As soon as he saw a strange young face, he immediately went up to talk to him, which reminded him of the aunt in front of the train station who takes people to the hotel.

The Chinese Literature Society is such a big place, and Chen Jiangen’s slutty tricks were quickly discovered.

Many old colleagues went downstairs to attack him. They said they were attacking him, but when they came downstairs, they were just like the goblins passing by who were waiting for Sanzang to learn the scriptures, repeating Chen Jiangen's operations.

If a cultured person loses his integrity, ordinary people cannot compare with him.

A group of editorial directors were fighting for each other at the entrance of the Chinese Literature Press. Some of them were old colleagues for decades, and they did not delay the quarrel.

What kind of colleague, you delayed me in robbing someone, but you still don’t recognize your relatives!

Their absurd behavior could not help but alert Cheng Wuchun and Lin Weimin, who were working in the building. When they heard the noise, they came downstairs, their faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

Then they started blaming each other.

"Look at what you did to the big guy!" Cheng Wuchun complained.

"What does it have to do with me? Do you blame me if you don't lend more people?" Lin Weimin replied.

After quarreling in a low voice, Cheng Wuchun and Lin Weimin called all the directors to the conference room.

Entering the conference room, Cheng Wuchun fired first, and then Lin Weimin continued, making a group of people in their forties, fifties and sixties look down upon them.

"Look, look at it! You are also a cultured person after all. Look at your performance today, do you still look like a cultured person?

Run to the gate to rob someone? looks good?

Say, who takes the lead? "

Lin Weimin asked angrily.

Everyone looked at Chen Jiangen without any delay or hesitation.

"Old Chen, Old Chen, let me tell you what you want to order? You are about to retire, why are you still so impatient in doing things? Look, you scare those college students!

Those who don’t know better think that our Chinese Literature Society is a wolf’s den and a tiger’s den!

When people come to report, they have already been assigned to our unit. If you are asked to do this, will they feel less stressed?

Should we give it more thought? I'm overthinking this. What if I find someone to inquire about and find out something bad, but the person doesn't come? Tell me, what should I do? "

Lin Weimin reprimanded Chen Jiangen bitterly, but Cheng Wanchun felt something was wrong as he listened.

He pulled Lin Weimin to sit down, "I think it's you who led them into trouble!"

"What does it have to do with me?"

Cheng Wuchun didn't let Lin Weimin speak anymore, and told everyone: "From now on, no one is allowed to harass these newly assigned college students. How the personnel will be allocated has been decided by the club, so don't cause trouble here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone surrounded him, talking all over the place and summing it up in one word.

Missing people!

In the past two years, no one in the editorial offices of the Chinese Press has been under great pressure. Everyone is short of people. Who is doting on whom?

"Stop, stop, stop!" Cheng Wuchun was so quarreled by these people that his brain hurt. He loudly stopped them and shouted: "Whoever talks nonsense again, the quota will be canceled immediately. There will be no college students this year!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

Lao Cheng is very satisfied with his intimidation power. Boy, do you really think that the president is not a cadre?

"President, Editor-in-Chief, I have something to say!"

Just when everyone fell into silence due to Cheng Wuchun's lustful power, Gao Xianjun stood up with a tragic face, looking like a loyal minister admonishing him to death.

"What are you talking about? Say it!" In this state, he was not allowed to say anything. Cheng Wanchun was really afraid that he would hit the wall.

"I heard that we will only be given three people at Buhu this year. That's not what you said at the beginning. In the past six months, the workload of our Buhu editorial team has been too heavy, and everyone is overloaded.

The lights in the office are never turned off before ten o'clock every day. No one dares to ask for leave when they are sick, and there is nothing the family can do to help.

If you continue like this, even an Iron Man won't be able to bear it!

Leaders, you have to be considerate of us!

There are all these editorial rooms in the agency, and no one is as busy as our editorial team..."

When Gao Xianjun said this, the other editorial directors were unhappy, "Hey, I mean Xianjun, if you say your editorial team, just say your editorial team, why are we involved?"

Cheng Wuchun waved his hand to interrupt everyone's conversation, and did not let Gao Xianjun speak anymore.

"Of course the company has taken your situation into consideration. The nature of the editorial team of the Buhu Book Series is quite special and the number should not be too large. After all these people are arranged, the company will allocate two more people to you as appropriate."

As soon as Cheng Wuchun said these words, Gao Xianjun's face suddenly melted like an iceberg.

Others felt uncomfortable. Every time they came in and out, they came in vain and even paid compensation.

After all, it's a new soldier's egg for a veteran's oil. It's not cost-effective no matter how you calculate it.

"President, which editorial office person should be transferred from the agency?"

We don’t dare to object to the club’s decision, so there’s nothing wrong with asking, right?

"The agency has not made a decision yet. At that time, the workload and number of personnel in each editorial office will be comprehensively considered."

Cheng Wanchun's words were like the Sword of Damory hanging over the heads of the editorial directors, making them anxious and afraid that their own editorial offices would be fired.

After finally getting rid of the group of robbing monsters, Cheng Wanchun and Lin Weimin comforted a few young college students who had just registered today.

Two days later, this group of 13 college students finally arrived.

Lao Zhou specially organized the middle-level and above leaders of the company to hold a welcome party for this group of college students. The group of editorial directors looked at these fresh and delicious college students, and they almost cried out with envy.

It's a pity that they are greedy, but they can't decide on the distribution. They can only follow the leadership of the society.

Cheng Wuchun announced the departments and editorial offices assigned to each person on the spot. 11 of the 13 people went to the editorial office, and only two went to the administrative department.

On average, there are people assigned to each editorial office.

But the actual situation is that busy editing rooms like Buhu and Contemporary Literature are assigned more than one person, and some editing rooms naturally have to be assigned zero.

The directors who were not assigned to one of them couldn't help but murmur when they went out. Occasionally they glanced at Cheng Wanchun with eyes full of desire and dissatisfaction.

After everyone left, Cheng Wanchun shook his head helplessly.

These days, when it comes to matters involving personnel, professional titles, welfare, etc., there is nothing that can offend others. He has long been used to it.

After the meeting, the Chinese Literature Society had recruited a new group of people. Lao Zhou was in a very happy mood and wanted to take Lin Weimin to the construction site.

It has been more than four months since the construction of the family building of Guowenshe was started in the spring. Because it is a multi-story building, it has been built very quickly. Three of the six residential buildings have now been topped out, and only two or three of the remaining three buildings are left. It is expected that all the layers will be capped by the end of August at the latest.

When Lin Weimin and Lao Zhou arrived at the construction site, the construction site was in full swing.

The person in charge of the construction was Yanjing City No. 1 Construction Company. As soon as Manager Qu, the on-site project manager, saw Party A coming, he enthusiastically took the two of them to eat.

"No, no, I'm just here to check the progress today."

Lao Zhou declined Manager Qu's invitation and whispered to Lin Weimin: "It's really hard not to keep an eye on these construction companies. Every time I come here, I'll run into them making trouble."

"Small problems don't matter, just don't cut corners." Lin Weimin said.

Lao Zhou said: "If you don't watch, how could they not cut corners? There is only Lao Hu at the scene, how can I see everything? So I try to be cool from time to time and look everywhere when I get to the scene. Don't look at me." I understand, but I’m afraid of taking everything seriously. If I ask a few more questions, their on-site construction workers will start sweating!”

Lao Hu is a member of the Chinese Literature Society who was seconded from the city to help the Chinese Literature Society handle infrastructure matters.

Lin Weimin couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "What a great move you make!"

Lao Zhou smiled proudly, "It is related to the vital interests of hundreds of families in our Chinese literary society, so there is no room for carelessness!"

"Look at how aware you are, why don't you say you are the secretary!"

"Go! No good words will sound good in your mouth!"

The two walked around the construction site for a while. When they were about to get off work, they saw a man riding a bicycle into the construction site from a distance. Lin Weimin called him from a distance.

"Is this what you call overtime?" Lin Weimin joked.

Gao Xianjun's expression was slightly embarrassed. He usually complained about working overtime until nine or ten o'clock, but today he was bumped into the construction site before he got off work.

"Editor-in-Chief, aren't there some new talents here? I'm finally a little free today, so I came over to see how the house is being built." Gao Xianjun explained.

Lin Weimin laughed and said, "You're just kidding. I don't know about this group of people in the club? Every afternoon they come swarming to check on the progress, just to get started!"

Gao Xianjun nodded and said, "Yes, everyone is looking forward to this building being built as soon as possible!"

When he spoke, his eyes unconsciously looked towards the building under construction, full of hope!