1980 My literary era

Several months after the publication of "Feng*Fei*", the controversy has not stopped. At the beginning, because the Chinese Literature Society handled it in a low-key manner, not many people participated in the crusade against Mo Yan.

But as time goes by, "Feng*Fat*" is like the bright moon in the night sky, which cannot be hidden at all. The criticism of this novel and its author Mo Yan is getting louder and louder.

Recently, several old conservative writers have joined the ranks of criticizing Mo Yan. The sudden loudness of the criticism made Mo Yan feel a little panicked.

When Yu Hua said this, his expression was hesitant to speak.

"If you have anything to say, just say it!" Lin Weimin said.

Yu Hua said: "I think Mo Yan may have had some fun with you!"

"What's the meaning?"

Yu Hua explained: "In fact, not only his novels have been criticized recently, Jia Pingwa's "The Wasted City" and Wang Xiaobo's "The Golden Age" have also not escaped criticism. These three novels were all published by you... …”

"Are you saying this trend is abnormal?"

Yu Hua nodded slightly, "I think it's more like I'm here for you."

Lin Weimin pondered after hearing the words. He has always been disliked by pro-rice factions and liberals in the country. These people think that he is a conservative remnant.

On the other hand, because of the many controversies in his works, Lin Weimin is also not favored by conservative writers, who consider him a spokesperson for liberalism.

All in all, it's a disgrace on both sides.

But fortunately, Lin Weimin has a solid foundation among the people. Over the years, he has accumulated more and more titles, and he has ignored most of the dissatisfaction and criticism of him from the outside world.

Now, liberals criticize him as a conservative, and conservatives criticize his writers as liberals.

It has to be said that this operation is really ironic and full of dramatic black humor.

"Mo Yan can't bear it anymore?" Lin Weimin asked.

Yu Hua replied: "He is under a bit of pressure, but the one who is under greater pressure is his leader."

Writing letters to certain departments is not a normal procedure for expressing academic criticism.

The rhetoric of some people's letters is open and honest. They first express their love for the Communist cause, and then talk about their resentment against anti-Japanese novels. This kind of letter is like a pulled grenade when placed on any leader's desk. Who is not frightened?

"Then what is he going to do?"

"What can I do? Change my job!"

"Have you thought about it?"

"Probably. Anyway, if he doesn't leave, he won't be able to stay any longer. Wouldn't he cause trouble to others?"

Yu Hua's eyes rolled around while he was talking, full of evil thoughts.

Lin Weimin knew him too well and asked, "What's the matter? Are you planning to come to my place and cause me trouble?"

Yu Hua immediately beamed when he heard this, "Hey, how about you tell me, Teacher Lin, that you are the Hu Baoyi of Yanjing!"

Lin Weimin was speechless. Are you planning to cover it up a little? This is too fair!

He thought for a while and said, "If you come to us, your salary will definitely be higher than in the army, but you won't be able to join the Chinese Literature Society."

Mo Yan asked Lin Weimin to change his career, and he certainly couldn't ignore it. In the past two years, the Chinese Literature Society had a lot of business and many job vacancies, so it would not be difficult to arrange a job for Mo Yan.

Yu Hua smiled and said: "No problem, no problem. As for the welfare benefits in the company, what else can he choose? Besides, he is not as discerning as me. He came to you early. Come now, can you get such benefits?" That’s pretty good!”

Lin Weimin glanced at him, "How did you get here at that time? Don't you have any idea?"

If I hadn't seen you clean up and leave the house...

"Why didn't he tell me directly when something happened?" Lin Weimin asked.

Yu Hua said with a smile: "He has been back to the army for several years and has had little contact with you..."

Yu Hua talked a lot, which can be summed up in two words - Shengfen.

Unlike Yu Hua, Mo Yan has a dull personality. When he was studying in Yanjing a few years ago, he published a lot of works, and he and Lin Weimin were quite frequent. After returning to the army, the environment was closed and there was naturally less contact. .

Everything else was easy to talk about, but changing careers and finding a job was a big deal. Mo Yan was a little embarrassed to speak, so he had to use Yu Hua's mouth to talk about it.

"Okay, let him apply to the army, and I'll take it over here." Lin Weimin explained to Yu Hua.

"Okay!" Yu Hua responded happily.

Lin Weimin thought that Mo Yan would have to wait a month or two before reporting to Yanjing. Unexpectedly, just a week after Yu Hua told him about the matter, Mo Yan would appear at the Chinese Literature Society.

"What's going on? Are your troops sending the plague god away?" Lin Weimin joked.

Mo Yan's face showed a bit of embarrassment, "Someone wrote to ** recently to report my problems, and the leaders were under a lot of pressure. I took the initiative to apply for a job transfer, and the leaders were very happy. I made a report in the morning and it was approved in the afternoon."

Mo Yan said, looking a little embarrassed, and Lin Weimin couldn't help laughing.

After finishing laughing, Lin Weimin said to Mo Yan again: "Okay, let's go. This time the leaders of the army can rest assured."

After someone completed the entry procedures for Mo Yan, Lin Weimin said to him: "Let's go, I will take you to see your new unit."

After leading Mo Yan out of the Chinese Literature Society, Lin Weimin asked again on the way: "Has the accommodation been arranged?"

"I found a guest house first, and in two days I will clear out my yard, and then bring my family over."

Speaking of where to live, Mo Yan's eyes smiled, things in this world are so mysterious.

When he was studying in Yanjing, he had thought about staying here, but when he thought about having received the army's salary and allowances for so many years in vain, and finally had to leave the army after completing his studies, he still didn't make up his mind.

Fortunately, because of the novel, he has become someone in the army that the leaders are afraid of avoiding, so he has to return to Yanjing to ask Teacher Lin for help in arranging work.

The courtyard house he bought inspired by Teacher Lin and Tong Zhonggui finally came into use this time.

Lin Weimin laughed and said: "Your yard is not cheap now!"

Speaking of this matter, Mo Yan smiled even more happily.

House prices in Yanjing fluctuated a bit in 1992 and 1993, but they have returned to a steady upward trend in the past two years. Yu Hua also told him that his courtyard house can now be sold for at least 500,000 yuan.

Mo Yan recalled the inexplicable impulse to buy a house back then, and he felt the gears of fate turning.

Lin Weimin took Mo Yan to the office of Wenhua Film and Television downstairs from the Chinese Literature Society. When he entered, it was deserted. There were only two people in the office, a cashier, Sister Xu, and Xiao Gong, a clerk who had just been hired for a short time.

"Where's Xiao Tong?" Lin Weimin came in and asked.

The new clerk was very young and knew Lin Weimin. When he asked about Tong Zhonggui, he looked a little nervous and didn't know how to answer.

Sister Xu's face remained as usual, and she said very diplomatically: "Director Tong has gone to the set."

Lin Weimin didn't take it to heart, let alone ask which studio he went to.

He introduced to Sister Xu: "This is the new guy in the company... Comrade Mo Yan, the chief screenwriter, the salary and benefits have been decided by the agency, and he will be managed by Xiao Tong for the time being. You can introduce him to the company later."

It was difficult for Teacher Lin to come up with a name. After all, Mo Yan was a well-known writer. He couldn't be a nameless soldier when he came to Wenhua Film and Television, although that was the fact.

The editor-in-chief personally sent him to take office, and Sister Xu naturally did not dare to neglect. She enthusiastically introduced the company to Mo Yan, and then took him to visit several nearby offices.

Several offices nearby are also affiliated units of the Chinese Literature Society. When together, there is a harmonious atmosphere like a big family.

"Okay, you can stay here peacefully from now on. If you have any questions, just talk to Xiao Tong. If you two can't decide, come and ask me again. I have something else to do over there, so I'll leave first. Let Yu Hua make arrangements later. , I’ll help you catch the wind and wash away the dust.”

Lin Weimin said a few words to Mo Yan and left. After he left, the quiet atmosphere returned to the office.

The clerk was cleaning Mo Yan's desk, while Sister Xu was reading the newspaper and occasionally sipping tea.

Mo Yan hesitated for a moment and asked Sister Xu, "When will Zhong Gui come?"

Sister Xu looked at her watch and said, "Oh, that's not accurate. He said he was writing a new novel recently. He probably stayed up late last night and didn't get up."

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment. Didn't he say he was going to the set?

Immediately, he realized that it must be just an excuse.

Mo Yan looked at Sister Xu's relaxed and indifferent expression and was silent for a moment, feeling a sense of enlightenment in her heart.

A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise.

Mo Yan asked Sister Xu for company information and said she wanted to take a look. Sister Xu rummaged through it and found a bunch of scripts.

"You have also seen the situation in the company. In fact, there is nothing wrong. The several movies we have invested in have already started shooting. Oh, by the way, the shooting of Zhang Yimou's movie has not started yet, and I am still tinkering with the script.

There is not much information, just a lot of scripts. These movies are for filming, these are the ones that have been eliminated, just watch them, don’t spread them to others. "

Sister Xu handed the script to Mo Yan, and then said: "You just went to work today, don't rush to read the script. Go around and get familiar with the environment..."

While the two were talking, Tong Zhonggui walked into the office. When he saw Mo Yan, he looked surprised, "Why are you here so soon?"

After saying this, he realized that this was a bit inappropriate and explained: "Yu Hua just told me last week that you wanted to change careers."

Mo Yan smiled and said, "I'm just a hot potato right now. The boss doesn't dare to keep me. He wishes I could leave quickly!"

Tong Zhonggui laughed and said: "It's good to change the environment. Wenhua has just been established and we are in need of manpower."

He asked again: "What position has been arranged for you in the company?"

Mo Yan thought for a while and said, "Chief screenwriter."

"Chief screenwriter? When did you get this position?"

Sister Xu interrupted: "The editor-in-chief said it will be under your leadership."

Mo Yan said: "I'll trouble you to take care of me from now on."

"Stop being so formal. You have just arrived and you don't know the situation of our company yet..."

When Tong Zhonggui said this, he stopped talking, thinking that this could not be explained clearly in a short while, and then said: "Let's go, I will take you around, they are all brothers."

Mo Yan said: "Sister Xu took me there just now."

"Oh." Tong Zhonggui thought for a while and said, "Want to go out for a walk?"

"Where to go?"

"Go to Yimou's place. He is working on Teacher Lin's "Speak Well". Liu Heng is the screenwriter."

Mo Yan hesitated: "Then this way..."

Tong Zhonggui said: "Going to review the script is also a business matter."

Sister Xu also said: "Yes, yes!"

Mo Yan suddenly didn't want to talk.

Changing his career was truly the wisest decision he made in his life!

Mo Yan ran away on his first day at work, but next door to Wenhua Film and Television, a discussion about him was going on.

"I didn't expect that even Mo Yan would join the Chinese Literature Society."

"Normally, there is no shortage of writers, poets, and translators in the Chinese Literature Society."

"His novel has not received very good reviews recently. I see a lot of people criticizing it!"

"When it comes to literary criticism, which writer doesn't get criticized for his novels? Should a writer as big as Editor-in-Chief Lin be scolded differently?"

…

Several editors in the editorial department of "King of Painting" were chatting when Wang Yongsheng walked in from outside.

Hearing that the great writer Mo Yan came to work at Wenhua Film and Television, he smiled and said: "Our team in the family building has grown again!"

After chatting with everyone for a while, someone asked: "Editor-in-Chief, can Xiao Yao come over?"

Wang Yongsheng said: "Come on, I will hand over the comic adaptation of "Spirited Away" to him for the royalties of 80 yuan per picture. Can you not come with such a generous treatment?"

"Can he do it? I haven't painted a feature yet!"

"You have to do it even if it doesn't work. The painting style requirements of "Spirited Away" are relatively high, and Xiao Yan can meet the requirements, but he has to paint "Flower Season and Rainy Season" and "Snowy Coconut". It would be great if we could bring Xiao Yao back. That’s good, please help me more!”

It has been more than four months since it resumed publication in May, and "King of Painting" has published nine issues. After the sales of the third issue exceeded 2 million copies, the sales of subsequent issues gradually stabilized, and the current highest sales volume of a single issue has reached 2.8 million copies.

This achievement has far surpassed the original "King of Picture Books", and even wiped out all the domestic colleagues who mainly published Nibo comics.

No one dares to laugh at the Chinese Literature Society anymore for spending 1 million to buy "The King of Picture Calligraphy".