1980 My literary era

I went to pay New Year's greetings on the first day of the Lunar New Year. The most abundant thing I got was the bean buns, and I was lucky to receive the New Year's money.

When Qu Xiaowei came in the afternoon, he was even more generous. He specially wrapped a red envelope for Xiaodou Bao. It was impossible for the thick red envelope to contain only one dollar.

Tao Huimin opened it and saw that they were all 100-yuan Mao Zedong coins. Such a thick pile, no need to ask, it must be 10,000 yuan.

"What is this for?" Lin Weimin stuffed the red envelope back.

Qu Xiaowei took the red envelope and continued to send it to Xiaodou Bao, "It's for the child!"

"Too much."

"I told you, it's for the kids!"

After arguing for a long time, Qu Xiaowei refused to take it back, and Tao Huimin had no choice but to accept the red envelope.

"Mom will save this new year's money for you first, and then give it to you when you grow up. Thank you uncle!"

"Thank you Baibai!"

Xiaodoubao was young and didn't know the dangers of the world. He didn't have the slightest intention to resist his old mother's will. Instead, he said softly.

When Qu Xiaowei heard this, a smile broke out on his face, "You're welcome. Ouch, this little bean bag is so cute. It's better to be a girl, come and let Bai Bai hug you!"

Qu Xiangnan on the side looked so excited that he almost shed tears.

Of course he was not greedy for his father's hug, but for the big red envelope that Xiaodou Bao had just received.

To celebrate the New Year in the morning, his father gave him a hundred yuan. He was so happy that snot bubbles almost appeared in his nose.

He had noticed the big red envelope since his father took out his pocket in the morning. It was a hundred times, a hundred times.

He is in the first grade of junior high school this year, and he understands the importance of money very well. Why do he not need money now?

Buy snacks, toys, little books...

This little girl is really a little rich woman, but it's a pity that Aunt Tao takes care of her money, Qu Xiangnan thought with regret.

Not long after Qu Xiaowei's family arrived, Zheng Guo's family also arrived.

The two seemed to have reached an agreement, and Zheng Guo also handed Xiaodou Bao a big red envelope as soon as he came up.

"If you accept this red envelope, will you feel so distressed?" Lin Weimin joked.

"You must feel sorry for such a cute little girl, and I am willing to do so." Zheng Guo said with a smile.

Everyone knows the reason why he and Qu Xiaowei gave Xiaodou a big red envelope.

This year, the two of them made a lot of money from Feiyue Internet Cafe. They have been friends for many years. Lin Weimin despised this small amount of money, but they couldn't help but express it.

It's a bit inappropriate to give money directly to Lin Weimin. Winning a big red envelope for the children during the Chinese New Year will look good on everyone.

After sitting down and chatting for a while, the two families had to go to pay New Year greetings. Before leaving, Qu Xiaowei asked Lin Weimin: "We are moving in China on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, will you go there?"

"Go, just in time to see how the houses of these people in the club are decorated."

"Okay, I'll go there too, it just so happens that we can all get together."

Some time ago, the Chinese Literature Society allocated houses, and Yu Hua was very lucky. He selected the first batch of houses and chose a 75-square-meter apartment on the third floor. During this period, the decoration was completed. The sixth day of the Lunar New Year was a Sunday, so it was time to move.

On the third day of junior high school, Lin Weimin received a call from Han Shanping, asking Lin Weimin to sit with Teng Jinxian. Lin Weimin happily went to the appointment.

After relegating to the second line, Teng Jinxian's mental state is obviously much better than before.

It is said that without an official, one is light-hearted, but there are only a few people who can truly achieve this kind of mentality.

When Teng Jinxian saw Han Shanping and Lin Weimin arriving hand in hand, he was in a good mood and started cooking to show his skills to them.

At the dinner table, Teng Jinxian asked Han Shanping about his work.

Han Shanping was Teng Jinxian's old subordinate at Emei Factory. He had just been transferred to Yanying Factory for a few months. He was young and powerful, so he naturally wanted to make a difference.

"Director Cheng is a capable person and I have to thank him." When Han Shanping talked about the situation at Yan Film Factory, the first person he wanted to thank was his predecessor Cheng Zhigu.

Before Cheng Zhigu was transferred to Yan Film Studio, Yan Film Studio had been losing money for many years, and making movies almost became a nightmare for the studio leaders. Every film produced was a loss.

From 1986 to 1988, Yan Film Studio spent tens of millions on Xie Tieli's "Dream of Red Mansions" movie. After the film was completed, director Xie Tieli gained fame, and actors like Tao Huimin also became famous, but Yan Film Studio almost gave away their pants. Lose it.

Yan Film Studio's losses are of course related to policies, but they are also inseparable from the leadership's capabilities.

In 1990, Cheng Zhigu was transferred from the deputy director of the Shanghai Film Bureau to the director of Yan Film Factory. In the year he took office, he reduced losses by more than 3 million yuan and made profits continuously for the next four years. During Cheng Zhigu's five-year term, Yan Film Factory made a cumulative profit of 13.81 million yuan. Several years of profits have also allowed Yan Film Factory to gradually get out of the trough.

Han Shanping has been transferred for a few months and has already figured out the situation of Yanying Factory. With the solid foundation laid by Cheng Zhigu, he is now ambitious.

Facing Teng Jinxian and Lin Weimin, Han Shanping did not hide anything. The next focus of his planned work was to support the young directors of Yan Film Studio.

As the leader of the nine major domestic studios, the development of Yanying Studio in the past few years was not satisfactory. Now that Cheng Zhigu has nourished the vitality of Yanying Studio, he would not take advantage of this opportunity to rush forward the development of Yanying Studio. Tao, it's simply a waste of natural resources.

After listening to Han Shanping's work plan, Teng Jinxian looked at Lin Weimin and said, "Weimin, didn't your Chinese Literature Society recently establish a film and television company? What a coincidence, this is a rare cooperation opportunity for you two!"

Han Shanping's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he kept his posture very low: "Mr. Lin, I'm new here, so I need your support."

Lin Weimin had a calm smile on his face, "Shan Ping is capable and ambitious, and being able to cooperate with Yan Film Studio will be of great benefit to our Chinese literary society."

Teng Jinxian laughed and said: "This is fate! It seems that I am determined to be the matchmaker. Come on, let's have a good chat."

The few days of the Spring Festival holiday always feel very short, and I have to go to work in a flash.

When I first started working, the Chinese language club was filled with a sense of laziness.

There is no day off this year. I work for two days. On the weekend, everyone has a rest again.

On the weekend morning, Lin Weimin drove to the family building of the Chinese Literature Society.

The current family building of the Chinese Literature Society is completely different from what it was a few months ago.

Just looking at the brand new building makes people feel happy, but unfortunately it is a little too cramped. The good land has been built into a circle building. Even the door is a doorway, and there are residences above. The main feature is a high floor area ratio.

The family building lacked a gatekeeper, and there was almost no second thought in the company. Uncle Zhai took up his post with honor.

Uncle Zhai, who has been retired for several years, has ushered in the second spring of his career.

"Hey, Uncle Zhai, you are in good spirits!"

Lin Weimin's car parked outside the family courtyard, walked to the gate and greeted Uncle Zhai with a smile.

"For the people, thanks to you, it's very good, very good! Why are you free to come here today? You didn't move here, did you?"

"No. Yu Hua is moving, I'll come over and take a look."

It was still early, and Lin Weimin entered Uncle Zhai's guard room.

"What's wrong? Are you living in the new house?" Lin Weimin asked.

When he talked about the house, Uncle Zhai smiled brightly, and the wrinkles on his face spread.

"It goes well, how can it not go well? Who would have thought that I could live in such a big house in my old age?"

The Chinese Literature Society allocated houses, and Uncle Zhai lived with his son's family. There were five people in the family according to the household registration. He was relatively unlucky, and he was ranked lower in the house selection order. By the time he arrived, there were no large houses to choose from.

So their family was divided into two houses, one with 75 square meters and the other with 50 square meters. It sounds very small, but there is no common room in the Guowenshe family building, which is basically equivalent to three-bedroom and two-bedroom houses in later generations. The only disadvantage is that these two houses The living rooms of each apartment are very small.

Uncle Zhai's family of five is divided into two houses, so they naturally live separately.

Uncle Zhai and his wife live in a 50-square-meter house, and his son, daughter-in-law, and grandson's family live in a 75-square-meter house.

The old couple lives a frugal life. In addition, they have just paid the purchase price for a house and have little money. They simply tidied up the house and moved in. The house where their son's family lives is still being renovated.

Uncle Zhai couldn't stop talking about the house. It was obvious that he really liked it and was really happy.

"Thanks to this generation of leaders, even us retired old men and women have benefited from it."

"Don't say that in front of others, so that those old comrades won't tear me apart?" Lin Weimin said with a smile.

"Are they embarrassed? I'm not wrong, just say Lao Yan, he is a good person, but he is really weak..."

After retiring, Uncle Zhai actively moved closer to Lao Niu and let himself go.

Uncle Zhai complained for a long time, and finally concluded: "Aren't they also taking advantage of it?"

After chatting with the old man for a long time, Lin Weimin left the guard room, went upstairs and knocked on Yu Hua's door.

It was Yu Hua who opened the door. When he saw Lin Weimin, he was all smiles.

"Teacher Lin, please come in quickly!"

Lin Weimin handed him the gift he was carrying, "I have nothing to give, so I took two boxes of tea."

After entering the house, several people were already inside, helping Yu Hua and his wife pick vegetables.

"Hey, you're prepared early enough."

"There are so many people here today!"

Cheng Hong had to take care of the child. Yu Haiguo was half a year younger than Xiaodou Bao. Boys speak later than girls. This boy still can't speak a complete sentence. Lin Weimin teased him for a while and could only bounce out words.

After teasing the child for a while, there was another knock on the door. It was Qu Xiaowei carrying Shi Tiesheng upstairs.

Qu Xiaowei is close to Shi Tiesheng's home, so Lin Weimin didn't pick him up today.

After a while, many more people came to Yu Hua's house one after another.

In addition to colleagues from the Chinese Literature Society, most of them were friends that Yu Hua had made in the literary circles of Yanjing. Nearly twenty people gathered at home, living up to Hua's reputation as a "social butterfly in the literary world."

Qu Xiaowei teased Yu Hua, "Your housewarming party should be held in a restaurant!"

"It's no longer fun to go to the hotel. It's better to have fun at home." Yu Hua said with a smile.

The living room of the 75-square-meter apartment is too small to accommodate a few people, so the guests dispersed to various rooms in twos and threes.

No one was outside, some grabbed a handful of melon seeds, some picked up peanuts, some had cigarettes in their mouths, chatting with the people around them.

"How have you adapted to work recently?" Lin Weimin asked Tong Zhonggui.

Tong Zhonggui was very reluctant to go to Wenhua Film and Television at first, but after a few days of adapting, he became dedicated to his job.

"It's very good. I just went to Yanying Factory yesterday to meet with Director Han. I talked to him about Xiaogang's project. It's no problem to have it produced in their factory. The other thing you mentioned is the cooperation with Yanying Factory , Director Han wants to train a group of young directors, and Yan Film Studio happens to have a few project scripts that I just got back and will send them to you tomorrow for review."

Lin Weimin nodded.

Han Shanping is a capable filmmaker. Chinese Literature Society is now going to enter the film industry, but he does not have the qualifications. Cooperation with Yan Film Studio is just an opportunity.