1980 My literary era

Chapter 75 The Star of Tomorrow

Lin Weimin did not expect that "Knives Out" could be so smoothly published in "Ellery Quinn Mystery Magazine", the largest mystery magazine in the United States, and this royalties can be regarded as a windfall.

It cost more than 80 yuan to treat a few foreigners to dinner, and there was still just over 2,600 yuan left.

Including the original five thousand yuan, the total is seven thousand six hundred yuan.

The budget for buying a courtyard house is quite sufficient.

Time flies to the end of the month, and the work rhythm of the "Contemporary" editorial department has accelerated sharply.

January is coming soon, and the first bimonthly issue of "Contemporary" after its revamp will be on the market. Since then, "Contemporary" has changed from four issues per year to six issues per year. The published content has increased by 50%, and the workload of everyone in the editorial department has naturally increased.

Fortunately, the staff in the company were transferred in a timely manner.

Yang Kuangman, Guo Baochen, He Jia, Wang Jianguo, Chen Guanqing, and Feng Xiaxiong were transferred from various departments in the society. In addition, Zhang Zhong'e was transferred from "October" and Bai Shurong was transferred from the Language Institute.

Coupled with the original editorial staff of Meng Weizai, Qin Zhaoyang, Rong Shihui, Liu Yin, He Qizhi, Zhu Shengchang, Yao Shuzhi, Lin Weimin, etc., the staff of the editorial department of "Contemporary" more than doubled in an instant.

The editorial department suddenly became lively, but as Qin Chaoyang said, Lin Weimin's work was not easy because there were so many colleagues.

Who told him to be the last one to enter the unit and the one with the least qualifications?

Fortunately, Lin Weimin has now adapted to the work content of the editorial department and goes to work step by step every day.

That afternoon, Lin Weimin opened the letter again with a sigh.

Opening the letter is not scary, but the reply is scary. The pile of letters from readers in the office is almost higher than the table. I really don’t know if I have to go back to the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse.

"Sister Yao, help me!" Lin Weimin begged Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao showed a perfunctory smile, "I'm busy too!"

You are so busy, do you think I don’t know that those guys under you haven’t written anything decent during this time?

Under Lin Weimin's intense gaze, Xiao Yao still compromised and came over to pick up a pile of letters. He did not forget to mutter: "I'm quite busy too, so I'm just going to help you this afternoon!"

That's pretty much it!

The two of them divided the work and opened the letters and replied much faster.

After a long time, Lin Weimin's eyes were almost exhausted when he wrote, and suddenly a submission letter came into his eyes.

"This name..." Lin Weimin muttered to himself as he looked at the name on the envelope.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yao heard his voice and asked.

"nothing."

Lin Weimin did not register the manuscript information in the letter as usual, but directly read the contents of the manuscript.

"This hospital, like this building, has a history of sixty years. Now all the training and intern doctors in the hospital are crowded upstairs. Downstairs is the hospital nursery, across the road from the mortuary..."

Since Lin Weimin took charge of the editorial department's work of registering letters from amateur writers, he has fully hoped to discover a few names familiar to future generations from these letters.

After such a long time, there was not a single familiar name, and Lin Weimin gradually gave up.

For any industry, the names that are familiar to the public must be the small group of people at the top of the pyramid. This is roughly how Lin Weimin understands the writers of later generations.

So he knew very well how difficult it was to find a name that was familiar to him among thousands of letters.

But Lin Weimin never expected that he would actually find a familiar name today.

The submission he was reading now was a short story, not very long. Lin Weimin read it in only about twenty minutes.

The idea is very good, the writing is immature, and it is obviously in a fledgling state.

Great writers were only at this level back then!

Lin Weimin couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Ouch!" Xiao Yao suddenly groaned. Lin Weimin looked over and saw that she was stretching.

Seeing Lin Weimin's eyes, she said impatiently: "When will these letters be finished?"

Lin Weimin joked: "When you become Grandma Yao, you won't have to do these jobs."

His words were obviously aimed at attacking other seniors in the office. Liu Yin said: "Lin Weimin, you kid is criticizing Huai!"

"Don't talk nonsense. What am I referring to?" Lin Weimin looked aggrieved.

Liu Yin glared at him fiercely, and everyone in the office laughed.

Xiao Yao, no, he has a name now. Yao Shuzhi sat for a long time, got up and stretched her muscles. She walked to Lin Weimin and saw him reading a letter and submitting a manuscript, and asked: "Is this manuscript of good quality?"

"No."

"Then why did you fall in love with it first?"

"Isn't it okay if I take a look?"

Yao Shuzhi felt something was wrong. She looked at Lin Weimin with suspicion, and uneasily picked up the manuscript on the table, "Let me take a look."

Let’s just say, can there still be some basic trust between people?

Lin Weimin looked at Yao Shuzhi helplessly.

After a few minutes, before she finished reading the manuscript, Yao Shuzhi threw it back. The quality was indeed not very good, so she was overthinking it.

"People's hearts are not as old as they used to be!" Lin Weimin said angrily, which made Yao Shuzhi roll her eyes.

But after all, she was in the wrong and didn't argue.

The manuscript was still spread on the table. Lin Weimin picked it up and looked at it several times. He felt a little regretful that the quality did not meet the standards of "Contemporary".

Even if he wanted to use it, he wouldn't be able to pass the editor-in-chief test!

After thinking about it, Lin Weimin felt that he still couldn't let go of this good prospect. He had to tie him up. He immediately decided to write a letter to the other party.

"...I am Lin Weimin, editor of the editorial department of "Contemporary". Your letter has been received. The quality of the manuscript is acceptable, but it has not yet reached the standards of "Contemporary"...

I am very much looking forward to your submission again. I believe that with your writing ability and talent, your work will soon be published in "Contemporary". I look forward to meeting you in the editorial office. "

Last signature: Lin Weimin, December 27, 1980.

Lin Weimin wrote two pages eloquently.

First, tell the other party that the manuscript cannot be used. This is not the point.

The key point is to highlight Lin Weimin, the editor who has a keen eye for recognizing heroes. He selected him at a glance among the submission letters. Seeing his works, Lin Weimin couldn't help but think of his naivety when he first submitted articles.

Although his works still have many shortcomings, there is an aura of aura between the lines, and he is a good seedling worth cultivating.

Finally, encourage the other person and hope that he will not be discouraged after receiving the rejection letter. If you are patient, you can choose to modify the manuscript according to the editor's comments and submit it again.

Lin Weimin admired his handwriting. Well, it's not bad. It's a bit like everyone's.

Lin Weimin was a little excited when he thought that the future great writer would be trained by him.

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