1980 My literary era

The reason why Lin Weimin didn't even pay back the price was not because the owner's price was too high. No matter how high the price was, as long as it was worth the money.

The problem is that the location of this house in Caishikou is too bad. It is nearly 20 miles away from Chaonei Street. It is too far and it is inconvenient to go to work.

He came to see the house mainly to understand the current housing transactions in Yanjing.

On the way back, he chatted with Aunt Li and Shi Tiesheng. The house cost 6,000 yuan, which was too expensive, and 3,500 to 4,000 yuan was about the same.

Lin Weimin thought about it in his mind. If the same area and layout were placed in Dongcheng or Xicheng, he would probably not be able to buy it without 6,000 yuan.

He only has five thousand yuan in his hand now. As expected, if he wants to buy a courtyard house that he wants, this amount of money is still not enough.

Just think of it as a blessing in disguise.

After sending Shi Tiesheng home, Lin Weimin returned to the Chinese Literature Society at about six o'clock in the evening.

As soon as he walked in, Zheng Guo from 302 knocked on the door, "Weimin, a foreigner came to see you during the day."

"foreigner?"

Mark Meng's face immediately appeared in Lin Weimin's mind, "What's your name? Did he say something happened?"

"He said his Chinese name, Mark Meng, and said there was news about the manuscript."

Lin Weimin's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Weimin, where did you submit your manuscript?" Zheng Guo asked curiously.

"Nothing, just a short story." Lin Weimin did not tell Zheng Guo the details.

After work the next day, Lin Weimin braved the cold wind and rode his bicycle to Yan Dashao Garden and found Mark Meng's dormitory.

"Old horse!"

"For the people!"

Mark Meng gave Lin Weimin a hug when they met, "Where have you been during this time? I went to the Literary Research Institute to find you, and they told me that you had graduated. Fortunately, I met your former teacher. She told me that you were going I’m working at the National Literature Publishing House.”

"Our class was a short-term training class. After graduation, I went to work at Contemporary magazine." Lin Weimin explained.

Mark Meng nodded slightly, then showed an excited expression, "Did you know? Your manuscript has been published!"

"Ellery Queen's Mystery Journal really hired me?"

"Of course. It's absolutely true. They have already sent a check for a total of 2,460 meters."

Cheque? As expected, Lao Mi played the game very well.

"The RMB 2,460 is the royalties after tax. I have gone to Citibank to convert the money into RMB. The total is 3,690 yuan."

This year, the exchange rate between rice knives and RMB is 1:1.5. If you go to the black market to exchange it, you will naturally get more RMB. But what Mark Meng got was a check. He didn't know any foreigners who sold foreign currency, so he could only exchange it at the bank.

Mark Meng directly took out a few wads of money. Now he is using the third set of RMB, with the maximum denomination of 10 yuan, commonly known as the Great Unity.

Four stacks were put on the table. This was the largest royalties Lin Weimin had ever received.

However, he did not forget his agreement with Mark Meng. He counted out 1,230 yuan from four wads of money and handed it to Mark Meng.

Lin Weimin himself left the remaining 2,460 yuan.

"Thanks."

"This is what you deserve."

Lin Weimin and Mark Meng looked at each other and smiled.

"Let's go, treat you to a meal." Lin Weimin took Mark Meng and planned to go to have a meal, but then he thought of something and stopped, "Call everyone together, I'll treat you to Quanjude."

Lin Weimin was talking about the foreign students he and Mark Meng knew together.

After this incident, Lin Weimin deeply understood the truth. Foreigners are very rare in China these days and are a scarce resource. It is definitely beneficial to have a good relationship with them.

Mark Meng happily went to call for people. When everyone gathered, a group of people rode bicycles toward Quanjude.

Today's Quanjude is still a relatively luxurious consumption for ordinary people, but at least it is not to the extent that it will be directly exploited by tourists in future generations.

When several others heard that the novel Lin Weimin told them during that exchange had been published in the largest mystery magazine in the United States, "Ellery Quinn Mystery Magazine" with the help of Mark Meng, they were all surprised. .

"Lin, when did this happen? How come you two never talked about it?" Yin Geli asked.

"It was just an attempt. Lao Ma and I didn't expect that people would actually use our manuscript."

Xiaoguo Yoko stared at her cute big eyes and sighed: "Hey! It really feels so magical. Lin Jun is a Chinese writer, but he has published his work in the largest mystery magazine in the United States."

Mark Meng said proudly: "This is called culture without borders!"

Lin Weimin gave him a thumbs up, "Lao Ma has made great progress in Chinese now."

"Lin Jun, you are so amazing!"

Xiao Heiyoko expressed her admiration for Lin Weimin with eyes full of stars, which greatly satisfied his psychology.

"I'm currently reading Lin Jun's latest novel "The Cliff". It's so well written."

Lin Weimin's smile froze. In the novel, the little devil is the villain. Girl, isn't your expression inappropriate?

The 1980s was the honeymoon period between Nihong and China. There were many pro-China factions in Nihong, especially those who could come to China to study, and they all recognized the history of the past.

"Can you understand?" Lin Weimin asked.

"It's okay. Although there are some parts that I don't understand well, it doesn't hinder my reading. You wrote it well, Mr. Lin."

Lin Weimin seriously doubted whether Sakura Girl deliberately poured herself the ecstasy soup, but doing so did not seem to do her any good.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but take a look at himself. The young man was 1.8 meters tall and everyone praised him for his good looks and talent.

There seems to be nothing wrong with Sakura girl being so obsessed with him.

"Yoko, you are really discerning."

"The eye of wisdom is like a torch? What kind of eye is the eye of wisdom? Does "ju" mean "big"?" Xiao Heiyoko asked innocently and ignorantly.

Sorry, I overestimated you!

A group of six people walked out of Quanjude with full bellies after eating three roast ducks and three plates of vegetables.

"Roast duck is really the most delicious food in the world. No matter how many times I eat it, I can't get enough of it." Cao Mengde from Austria sighed.

"I think it's more delicious to burst the belly." Mark Meng said.

Lin Weimin didn't expect that Mark Meng, an old man, would have such a high degree of approval for belly fat, but when he thought about it, he could go to China to study in this era, and he was a proper internationalist fighter.

“I’ll treat you to a belly-explosion next time!”

"NoNoNo! We are friends. If you treat me this time, I will treat you next time." Mark Meng said boldly.

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "Not bad, not bad, Lao Ma looks more and more Chinese now!"

Several people around laughed, and everyone got on their bicycles, chatting and laughing all the way, not afraid of the severe cold and cold wind in winter.

In the evening, I received a temporary notice from the editor that in order to avoid censorship and harmonious risks, the names of characters and organizations in the book would be modified. The changes were finally completed at two o'clock in the middle of the night. From now on, the names of people and organizations will be subject to the new ones.