1980 My literary era

Entering June, the temperature in Yanjing has increased and there has been more rain. Fortunately, there has been no news about floods in various places this year.

The legal department of Guowen Group, which has been established for more than three months, has gradually accumulated a lot of achievements in the past few months. This month, it successfully assisted the local police in destroying a book piracy criminal group, involving a total amount of 11 million yuan.

In the past two months, the Ministry of Justice also sued two toy factories in Guangzhou and Yiwu for infringing the copyright of Zheng Yuanjie's works. The copyright of Zheng Yuanjie's works is now represented by the Chinese Literature Society, and the two parties finally reached a settlement.

For the criminals who pirate books, the Chinese Literature Society will not stop fighting, but for the toy factories that infringe on their rights and interests, the Chinese Literature Society will lift the board high and gently drop it.

The two toy factories symbolically compensated the Chinese Publishing House and the original author for a fee, and then the Chinese Publishing House granted the copyright rights to the two toy factories at a low price.

In this way, Guowen Group not only safeguards its legitimate rights and interests, but also expands its own copyright genuine channels and influence, killing two birds with one stone.

That day, Lin Weimin went to the Publication Department for a meeting. At the meeting, he was praised by Yu. The reason why he was praised was because his Chinese group actively embraced the Internet and achieved fruitful results. After all, Sohu was listed!

After returning, Lin Weimin held a meeting to prepare to convey the spirit of the above.

As a result, after spending a long time in the conference room, Lao Cheng never showed up, so Lin Weimin had to hold the meeting first.

After the meeting, he went to Lao Cheng's office, but there was no one there.

Lin Weimin searched around the courtyard and finally found Lao Cheng in the corner in front of the back building. An old comrade who was about to retire was squatting on the ground sucking the butt of his cigarette!

"You are quite addicted to smoking. Be careful of the butt of the cigarette getting into your lungs."

Lao Cheng glanced at Lin Weimin speechlessly, "With your mouth, you will never be a big leader in your life."

"That's not surprising to me."

Lin Weimin squatted on the ground side by side with Lao Cheng and followed his line of sight.

"What's so good about a broken red brick building?"

Lao Cheng inhaled the last bit of fireworks into his lungs, "You know what a hammer is, I built this piece by piece back then."

"Give it to someone who can! You're not ashamed to say this? Is it all your fault?"

"Don't misunderstand me. I didn't say I did it alone."

Lao Cheng glared at Lin Weimin.

In 1977, the buzz was over, and everything was in ruins. The Chinese Literature Society decided to build a four-story red brick building in the backyard, with one side facing north and the other facing east.

At that time, there was no money in the society, so half of the work was done by the employees of the Chinese Literature Society themselves, and the remaining half was done by a group of young people who were seconded to create.

After glaring hard at Lin Weimin to relieve the anger in his heart, Lao Cheng regained his expression of recalling the glorious past.

“At that time, everyone had just relieved their burdens, and their energy was so high!

I pushed the cart five or six miles away to pull bricks, and when I came back, I mixed them with cement ash and worked in full swing.

Male gays pull bricks, build bricks, carry sand and mix ash, while lesbians deliver water and cook...

Hey, what a wonderful time, when you don't take work seriously and have endless energy.

In just over a month, we were able to build this four-story building. The first ones to benefit are the writers who come to revise their manuscripts..."

When Lao Cheng said this, Lin Weimin said: "Let me interrupt, if someone works hard, this is not called benefit, but reward."

Lao Cheng glanced at Lin Weimin helplessly, "You kid can really ruin the atmosphere."

"Well, more than 20 years have passed. Lou is getting old and it's time for me to retire."

"You can't say that. This building must have lasted longer than you."

Lao Cheng pointed at Lin Weimin angrily, his hands trembling with anger.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lin Weimin apologized guiltily.

Lao Cheng sighed, "Oh, that's all, there's nothing to miss."

The atmosphere was ruined by Lin Weimin. As he spoke, he stood up, patted his trouser legs, and prepared to leave.

"Dong Lai Shun tonight!" Lin Weimin said behind him.

Lao Cheng turned his back and waved his hands, seemingly unable to speak.

But Lin Weimin understood that this meant: Don't ask for my opinion, just go and be done with it.

Tomorrow is the day when Cheng Wuchun retires. It is understandable that the old comrade is a little melancholy and sentimental.

In the evening in Dong Laishun, it was regarded as Cheng Wuchun's retirement banquet. All the respectable retired old men and old ladies from the Chinese Literature Society came.

Of course, those who have not retired are also here.

The veteran comrades expressed a warm welcome to Comrade Lao Cheng, a young man who has recently joined the team, and also expressed their sincere congratulations on his successful completion of the tasks assigned to him by the Party and the country.

The dinner ended in a friendly and harmonious atmosphere, but a disharmonious scene occurred at the end of the dinner.

Comrade Lao Cheng, who drank too much, quarreled with Comrade Lao Niu, who was nearly eighty years old. The reason was that Lin Weimin mentioned the building of the back building of the Chinese Literature Society during dinner, and he learned what Lao Cheng said during the day.

Comrade Lao Niu was immediately dissatisfied after hearing this, "How much work can he do if he is as skinny as a horse? Isn't that all done by the strong ones like us?"

After retiring, although Lao Cheng's salary and status with Lin Weimin increased, his status with the old comrades plummeted, especially in front of Comrade Lao Niu who was known for his force.

"Did I do too little? Ah, did I do too little?" Comrade Lao Cheng turned to Meng Weizai with red eyes, "Lao Meng, tell me, did I do too little?"

Comrade Lao Meng looked embarrassed. He drank and ate meat without incident. What did it have to do with him?

In a dilemma, he glanced at Lin Weimin, who was having fun, and blamed this bad boy!

The next morning, the Chinese Literature Society conference room.

A solemn farewell meeting is being held here. It is the tradition of the Chinese Literature Society to hold a farewell meeting for every retired leader.

"I'm retiring." Cheng Wuchun began with these emotional words.

"In early 1965, I came to work in our Chinese Literature Society, and more than thirty years have passed. I still remember the first day I came to report, I met Comrade Xuefeng. He was over sixty at the time, and he was very thin. He was tall, just like me now, wearing a faded gray or blue khaki suit and a pair of cloth shoes. He walked in a hurry and had a strong back..."

Feng Xuefeng was the first president and editor-in-chief of the Chinese Literature Society. He was also a famous poet and literary theorist. For the old editors of the Chinese Literature Society, he was the spiritual totem of many people.

Cheng Wanchun spoke for more than an hour, telling every detail of his more than 30 years in the Chinese Literature Society. Many people attending the farewell meeting today are similar to him, and they have all gone through that difficult time. , listening to Cheng Wanchun's memories was full of sighs and sighs.

Young people have the opportunity to hear the stories that happened to the older generation, and they all enjoy it.

At the end of the story, Cheng Wuchun showed a self-deprecating smile and said, "When you retire, you will always be a little more verbose. Please bear with me."

Everyone showed a knowing smile.

"Comrade Jun Yi once said that our Chinese Literature Society is a United Nations. She cannot command others, but everyone can command her. I took office as the editor-in-chief of the Chinese Literature Society in 1985, and became the president within a few years. In the past two years, I have returned to From the position of editor-in-chief, there are many emotions.

Finally, I would like to give you a few words of advice.

Our Chinese Publishing House is a publishing house. Although a group is now established, the Chinese Publishing House has not changed and will not change.

When you come here, don't think about becoming an official. If you want to be an official, don't come here.

Being an editor means spending your life making wedding clothes for others. I know that many comrades have literary ideals in their hearts, but they must distinguish between work and hobbies, and do not give or receive privately and let others take the blame. It has taken us nearly half a century to polish the brand of the Chinese Literature Society. You must cherish it. "

Having said this, Cheng Wuchun looked around, his expression full of nostalgia and reluctance.

"Okay, I've let you all listen to my nagging for so long, that's all I have to say. Thank you all, I'll say goodbye to you."

Cheng Wuchun stood up and bowed deeply to the employees present, and a burst of warm applause broke out in the conference room.

After he finished speaking, Lin Weimin asked in a low voice: "Why did I hear those three sentences of yours, each of which was directed at me?"

Comrade Lao Cheng looked at his nose with his eyes and his mouth with his nose, "It's not impossible for you to understand it this way."

After he retired, he became tough when he spoke.

The farewell meeting was over, and Cheng Wuchun's historical mission in the Chinese Literature Society was over. The old comrade consciously packed up his office before noon.

"Look at you, you act like I can't wait to drive you away."

After entering Cheng Wuchun's office and seeing the state inside, Lin Weimin said.

Lao Cheng snorted, "If people are retired and they still occupy the office, isn't that causing trouble for the leaders? What an eyesore!"

This old man took some medicine today!

But it's understandable, after all, I'm retired, and I feel a little bit emotional.

"Look at your attitude. I'm not criticizing you. Look at it when Lao Yan and Lao Meng retire. Look at you again. You look like a resentful woman."

“When Lao Yan and Lao Meng retire, no one will bother them!”

"Who is causing trouble for you? Can't I just tell the truth?"

Cheng Wuchun's eyes were stern, and before he could talk to Lin Weimin, the office door was pushed open.

"Old Cheng, have you packed your things? Let me help you!"

The one who walked in was Lao Zhou. Looking at his posture, he couldn't wait to send Lao Cheng away.

"Almost." Lao Cheng replied.

"Then I'll ask Xiao Weng and Xiao Zhou to come up and move the things."

Lin Weimin said: "No, we can just move. I'll send him home."

Lao Zhou was immediately embarrassed, "Oh, my old arms and legs..."

Lin Weimin said angrily: "I don't need you."

Lao Zhou smiled brightly and said with a humble attitude: "Hey, okay, I will open the door for you."

Lao Cheng didn't have many things, so Lin Weimin moved them twice, and Xiao Weng and Xiao Zhou downstairs didn't have time to express themselves.

With a "bang", Lin Weimin closed the car door and shouted to Lao Cheng: "Let's go!"

When Lao Cheng got in the car, Lin Weimin asked again: "Don't you want to take a good look again?"

Lao Cheng waved his hand impatiently, "It's not like I'm not coming. What's there to see?"

He is retired, but still holds the position of group director. Besides, the old comrades of the Chinese Literature Society will not delay their work even after they retire, and there will be no shortage of manuscripts that need to be reviewed.

Once you join the Chinese Literature Society, you will be a lifelong talent.

The Mercedes-Benz started, left the Chinese Literature Society compound, and drove onto Chaonei Street.

The car was driving slowly, Lin Weimin caught a glimpse of it in the reflector, and Lao Cheng couldn't help but look back.

The sunshine in June is just right, and the gray building that has stood for decades on the street looks a bit old, showing the atmosphere of the times everywhere.

The scene in front of him overlapped with the scene when he came thirty-four years ago, and gradually became a little blurry. Lao Cheng retracted his gaze, took out his glasses cloth and wiped his glasses.

The car went further and further away, and the Chinese Literature Society building had disappeared.

Lao Cheng now lives in the family building, which is a short drive away. Lin Weimin sent him to his place and moved all his things upstairs.

After moving his things, Lin Weimin went downstairs and Lao Cheng saw him off.

"Let's go, old man!" Lin Weimin patted Lao Cheng on the shoulder.

Lao Cheng also patted him on the shoulder, looking sad and silent.

"Enjoy your life when you retire, and go out to dance with the old lady when you have nothing to do."

The sad atmosphere collapsed instantly, and Lao Cheng was furious, "Get out!"

"Okay!"