1980 My literary era

Time flies to the beginning of November. The temperature has gradually dropped over the past two days, and winter in Yanjing has arrived.

The family's nanny, Sister Qin, just came back from her hometown yesterday, and her son's marriage was indispensable for a lot of hard work. Seeing that she looked haggard when she came back, Tao Huimin specially gave her two days off to let her rest first, but she refused to do it.

Talking about her son's marriage during the meal, Sister Qin showed a somewhat satisfied smile on her tired face, "Nowadays, life is getting better and better, and young people are much happier than we were back then."

Lin Weimin was particularly touched by Sister Qin's words and expression, and went into the study after dinner.

I have been writing the novel for almost half a month, and the progress is not very fast.

It's not because he can't write, but because there is so much that can be written. In recent years, Lin Weimin has become more and more wary of this seemingly gushing state of literary thoughts.

Because it is mixed with not only inspiration, but also distractions brought by experience.

This is like an old man dragging a young man to give him some insights into life.

The vast majority of people in this world live in confusion. What insights can a few decades of ignorance give you in life? It's just nonsense that seems correct.

Young people should remember that experience and experience are only useful to themselves.

The same principle applies to creation. The more materials and inspirations brought by experience, the better. Most of them are mediocre, and creators must have the ability to distinguish.

After writing in the study for more than an hour, and feeling a little exhausted, Lin Weimin got up and came to the living room.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Before entering the house, you can hear the unbridled laughter of little Douding who just entered elementary school.

Xiaodoubao watched the TV with concentration, his eyes fixed, and the smile on his face almost reached his ears.

Tao Huimin on the side was a little disgusted with her daughter's laughter, "Stop that mouth of yours, do you still look like a girl?"

The little girl who was obsessed with the TV series turned a deaf ear.

Lin Weimin sat on the sofa and admired the old Gege who was pretending to be crazy and acting stupid on TV.

October 28th is a day that will be remembered in the history of Chinese television.

On this day, the TV series "Huan Zhu Ge Ge" was officially launched on Hunan Satellite TV.

The TV series has just been aired for a week now, and it has not yet reached the level of sensationalizing the whole of China, but it has begun to take shape. At least everyone in Lin Weimin's family loves to watch this TV series. Xiaodoubao now mouths "Little Swallow" all day long, Shut up "Ziwei".

Not only at home, Lin Weimin also began to hear discussions about this TV series in the Chinese Literature Society. "Huan Zhu Ge Ge" is sweeping China in an unprecedented manner.

After lunch that day, Lin Weimin was planning to go to the Ministry of Culture for a meeting when he suddenly received a call from Zheng Guo.

Zheng Guo's father is gone.

Lin Weimin quickly asked Cheng Wuchun to go to the meeting instead of him, and then drove to the hospital.

Zheng Guo's father is in his early seventies, and he is considered to have left early among veteran cadres of his level.

"Why so sudden?" Lin Weimin asked with concern when seeing Zheng Guo.

"I was recuperating in the hospital, but suddenly fell ill in the morning. The problem was in my head, and I couldn't save him." Zheng Guo looked sad.

Lin Weimin patted his shoulder gently, "My condolences!"

Zheng Guo nodded.

"How are the funeral arrangements made?"

"The General Office has finished drafting the obituary and will send it out today. A memorial service will be held in Babaoshan the day after tomorrow.

My dad told me before he was alive that he didn’t want to bury his body in the soil and just scatter the ashes into the sea like the old people did. It saves future generations trouble and hinders the environment. "

Lin Weimin sighed: "Uncle, you are so enlightened!"

That night, the news of Zheng's father's death appeared on "Xinwen Lianbo", and the announcer Luo Jing broadcast the news in a sad voice.

Two days later, Zheng's father's memorial service was held in Hall 1 of Babaoshan Funeral Home. Many leaders paid their respects.

There was no sea in Yanjing. After Zheng's father was cremated, Zheng Guo made a special trip to Jinmen. It was already evening when he came back. He made an appointment with Lin Weimin at a tavern in Houhai.

Zheng Guo drank a few glasses of wine with his head down, and then said, "Weimin, do you know? In fact, I hate my father quite a bit."

From the time Lin Weimin got to know Zheng Guo, he rarely talked about his family. Even after everyone got acquainted with each other and learned about each other's family situations, he rarely mentioned it.

Lin Weimin didn't speak. He knew that Zheng Guo didn't want to ask him questions, but wanted to find a listener.

"You said he is a young landowner, how can he be a progressive young man? In the end, it is his family members who suffer.

My grandpa hanged himself that year, and my grandma died of illness the next year.

My father had a prosperous official career and even married a young lady who came from a wealthy family.

Let me tell you, they both have the same chemistry.

A young master from a landlord's family, a young lady from a capitalist, hehe..."

A sarcastic smile appeared on Zheng Guo's face, which was mixed with bitterness. He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Before the liberation, I had an older sister, but she died in 1948, when my father was in Jinzhou.

My brother was born in 1952 and I was born in 1957.

My brother couldn't bear it anymore and went to the countryside. I was fostered at the home of my father's comrade-in-arms.

In 1972, my brother's classmate came back with a message saying that he had perforated appendicitis and died.

At that time, I had a thought in my mind, why don't you think it was my father who died? "

Zheng Guo's eyes were red. He held the wine glass in his hand. Lin Weimin refilled the wine for him, and he drank it down again.

"When I met him again, I was 19 years old, and I almost didn't recognize him. At that time, he had just returned to his official position, and he was full of energy and energy during happy events. I despised him in my heart.

Later, life got better and better, and my resentment towards him didn't seem to be that big anymore.

But sometimes when I sleep, I always think of my mother and my brother. Do you think I am sorry for them? "

Faced with Zheng Guo's question, Lin Weimin finally responded for the first time, "Your dad misses them too."

His words didn't seem to answer the question, but they hit Zheng Guo.

He murmured: "Yes, he should think about it too."

Tears streamed down his face, and then his face slowly turned relieved.

After a long time, a wry smile appeared on his face.

"You've listened to so much nonsense."

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "It's okay, I happen to be writing a new book, so I just think of it as accumulating material."

"Don't write nonsense, I didn't authorize you to use it."

"What can you do if I change my name?"

"You literati are so shameless!"

A few jokes and the atmosphere became relaxed.

Zheng Guo's spirit was revived, and he seemed to have made a major decision.

"I don't plan to continue working as an Internet cafe."

Lin Weimin glanced at him unexpectedly, "Have you thought clearly?"

Zheng Guo nodded, "I'm done with it. I've made enough, what else is there to be dissatisfied about?"

In 1995, he cooperated with Qu Xiaowei to open an Internet cafe. In three years, Feiyue Internet Cafe became the largest chain of Internet cafes in Yanjing. It has five Internet cafes and more than 600 computers. It now generates tens of thousands of yuan in daily revenue. It can be said that money is made every day.

"Have you told Xiaowei about withdrawing shares?"

"No, I just decided."

"What are you going to do next?"

"Put all your energy into the foundation. I think I'm more accustomed to doing this."

"It's good. This is a career that I can do for a lifetime. Maybe when I leave, I will be treated the same as your dad."

"thank you!"

Zheng Guo is now the third-in-command of the China Youth Education and Development Foundation, and he has the legacy of his father. Although he is not completely pursuing an official career, his future will definitely not be bad. This choice now is in line with Zheng Guo's character and his usual Behavioral style.

With Zheng's father's influence, Zheng Guo had many ways to make a fortune. These days, it's not uncommon for second-generation people to commit misdeeds, but he never goes too far.

Now that Zheng's father has passed away, Zheng Guo will immediately withdraw his shares from the Internet cafe, which can be described as cautious.

A few days later, Qu Xiaowei and Zheng Guo came to find Lin Weimin together.

Zheng Guo wanted to withdraw his shares from the Internet cafe, and his shares were taken over by Qu Xiaowei. However, Qu Xiaowei invested all his money in the Internet cafe and could not get out so much cash at the moment.

The two found Lin Weimin, and Qu Xiaowei borrowed 15 million yuan from Lin Weimin by using the Internet cafe as collateral.

With the current asset conditions of Feiyue Internet Cafe, it is definitely not worth 15 million yuan, but this business is making a lot of money every day, and it will still be a baby within two or three years, so a mortgage of 15 million yuan is reasonable.

Of the 15 million yuan obtained, Qu Xiaowei used 10 million to compensate Zheng Guo.

The two of them split it equally. Logically speaking, each of them should receive 7.5 million yuan, which was an extra 2.5 million yuan. Zheng Guo didn't want it, but Qu Xiaowei insisted on giving it.

In his opinion, he and Zheng Guo had invested millions of yuan in the past two years, and now it was time to reap the rewards, but Zheng Guo wanted to withdraw his shares, which was tantamount to giving him a bargain.

"It's not much more, just 2.5 million. Just take it, so you don't have to worry about me again in the future." Qu Xiaowei advised.

"I'm afraid that when you go bankrupt, you'll ask me for the money again."

The two were more venomous than the other, but in the end Zheng Guo accepted the extra 2.5 million.

What was 100,000 three years ago has become 7.5 million today, not counting the dividends in the past three years. Zheng Guo said with emotion: "Thanks to the good ideas for the people!"

"Yes. He has such a big head, I really don't know how he grew it. I saw it when I was at the Institute of Literature..."

Lin Weimin interrupted him impatiently, "That's not what you said at the time."

"I was young and ignorant at that time."

Zheng Guo said sarcastically: "It's not that you are ignorant, but that you are thin-skinned, right? It's not like it is now, it's like a city wall."

After dividing the money, Qu Xiaowei still had 5 million yuan in his hand. When Zheng Guo asked about his plans, Qu Xiaowei said: "No need to ask, I will definitely open a few more stores!"

Zheng Guo said: "In the future, Internet tariffs will become lower and lower, and the profits of Internet cafes will become thinner and thinner. You have to think clearly."

"Most people still can't afford a computer. No matter how low it is, there should still be money to be made, right?"

Qu Xiaowei said, looking at Lin Weimin, "Weimin, you think so?"

Lin Weimin shook his head, did not answer Qu Xiaowei's question, and said, "It would be great if you were the one to withdraw the shares."

"What do you mean? What do you mean? Are you looking down on people?" Qu Xiaowei yelled.

"If you say that, I have no problem with it."

Qu Xiaowei looked at Lin Weimin with a bit of anger in his eyes, but then he said with a playful smile: "I'm not good at doing business, but I am good at making friends!"

Zheng Guo nodded, "There's nothing wrong with that. I have to add one more thing, you kid has always been very lucky."

"What is bullshit luck? I call it good luck!"

Qu Xiaowei and Zheng Guo exchanged some words and asked Xiang Lin Weimin: "Hey, what do you think I should do with investing in a website?"

"Investment website?"

"Yes, many of the people who come to our Internet cafe to surf the Internet are engaged in computers and the Internet. Isn't Charles one of them?

Sohu is now valued at tens of millions of dollars. If I had invested then..."

Lin Weimin was too lazy to pay attention to Qu Xiaowei's afterthought, and chatted with Zheng Guo on his own.

"Hey, do you think it's okay?"

"If you're not afraid of compensation, just vote!" Lin Weimin said to him.

Nowadays, building a website basically means losing money, unless you can always find financing.

Qu Xiaowei was beaten by Lin Weimin and became honest.

He has no other merits except that he listens to advice.

"Oh, if I had known this, I wouldn't have borrowed so much money."

He lamented and thought for a long time, and finally said dejectedly: "It seems that this money can only be used to buy a house. Weimin, do you think the house price can rise more than the bank interest?"

Lin Weimin wanted to slap him in the face.

Comparing Yanjing housing prices with bank interest rates, who do you look down on?