1980 My literary era

Expecting to keep secrets in the Chinese Literature Society is like expecting a blind man to actually tell fortunes.

News of a big salary increase in the next year spread like wildfire. Even if Lin Weimin was angry, it was useless. It was easy to change the situation, but hard to change the temperament. The Chinese Literature Society became the Chinese Literature Group, but the people were still the same.

The employees didn't care whether Chairman Lin was angry or not. They all discussed the good news and welcomed the new year with joy.

On the last day of the year, Lin Weimin persevered until the end like in previous years.

It's five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is dark, and it will be dark soon.

Lin Weimin said hello to Xiao Zhou and drove home.

Walking to the door of the house, before entering the courtyard, you can hear the noise coming from the courtyard. As in previous years, this year’s Chinese New Year still involves everyone getting together.

The whole family is having fun cooking, making dumplings, chatting and laughing.

Before dinner in the evening, Xiaodoubao received another beating as expected, and finally calmed down and sat down to eat obediently.

Han Dingbang whispered to Tao Huimin: "The child is old and she is a little girl. We can't beat her like this all the time."

"I don't want to hit her, but this girl is so annoying sometimes. She was really born wrong. It would be better if she was a boy."

Tao Huimin has been acting since she was a child. She seems to be weak, but she is soft on the outside and strong on the inside. At home, it is Lin Weimin who dotes on her daughter.

"Then let's have another child. It's not like we don't have the conditions. It's very lonely for a child." Han Dingbang followed Tao Huimin's words and said.

Immediately, Tao's father and Tao's mother agreed, "That's right, let's have another boy. One boy and one girl, make a 'good' one. What a beautiful thing."

Tao Huimin accidentally drew the fire to herself and quickly winked at Lin Weimin.

"Having this one is enough of a headache." Lin Weimin said.

Ever since Xiaodoubao was born, urging the couple to have a second child has become a regular part of the Chinese New Year every year.

Tao's father and Han Dingbang's generation are relatively conservative in their thinking. They always feel that not having a male in the family does not count as inheritance. Especially with Lin Weimin's current status and wealth, in ancient times it was considered a famous family. It would be better to be prosperous.

However, Lin Weimin and his wife were determined. They both felt that raising such a naughty and troublesome person in the family was already troublesome enough. Having another one would really be unbearable for them.

"Mom, please give me another brother."

While the adults were chatting, Xiaodou Bao suddenly made a request.

When Tao Huimin heard this, she felt a little relieved, feeling that this naughty little girl had finally become sensible.

With a loving smile on her face, she asked, "Do you want mom to have a younger brother?"

Xiaodoubao nodded, "Any younger brother or sister is fine, just have one."

"why?"

Faced with this question, Xiaodoubao opened his mouth, but did not dare to tell the truth, "Doubao likes his younger brothers and sisters."

All her thoughts were shown on her face, and adults could tell at a glance that she was not telling the truth. As expected of a second-grade elementary school student, she could tell lies.

It's a pity that no matter how cunning the little hunter is, he can't defeat the old fox. Tao Huimin tricked her into saying a few words, and Xiaodoubao finally said what was in his heart.

"With younger siblings, mom can beat them in the future."

Good guy, hatred transfers, right?

The adults laughed at the little girl's whimsical ideas. Xiaodoubao looked at his mother's unhappy face and knew that he must have said the wrong thing again, so he quickly showed her a flattering smile.

"Mom, hurry up and eat. If you don't eat, it will get cold."

The little girl now has various means of survival and uses them skillfully. Tao Huimin rubbed her head and didn't argue with her.

This year's Spring Festival Gala, there are many celebrities in Hong Kong and Wandao, including Lin Zhixuan, Wang Siyi, Zhang Huimei, Ruby Lin, Liming, Nicholas Tse, Wan Zhaolun, Gigi Leung, Huang Weilin...

The programs on TV are lively, but the elderly at home generally feel that this year's Spring Festival Gala is not as good as in previous years.

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the family gets up to pay New Year greetings to each other.

Xiaodoubao didn’t need anyone to remind her this year, so she had no trouble getting up.

She is already in second grade and has long understood the wonderful use of money. How can she not be active on such a harvest day?

After receiving a circle of red envelopes, the little girl was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth, but there was a disaster she couldn't escape.

The little girl is now looking more and more like a big girl. Although she is only three years younger, she is more than a head taller than Xiaodou Bao, who has just entered the second grade.

She stood in front of Xiaodou Bao with a respectful attitude, "Little aunt, happy New Year!"

Xiaodoubao suddenly became melancholy and picked through the thick banknotes in his hand, trying to find the one with the smallest face value.

"They're all 100, don't choose."

Seeing her dawdling, the little girl couldn't help but remind her.

Xiaodou Bao finally reluctantly took out a ticket and handed it to her eldest niece, with a look of pain on her face.

As usual, I went to celebrate the New Year and watched a movie in the afternoon. Watching "Shuke and Beta" every New Year's Day has gradually become a regular program during the Xiaodou Bao Festival.

Not only her, but also the "Shuke and Beta" series of animated films have gradually become the common entertainment of thousands of children in China on this day. Wenhua Film and Television spent three years cultivating a market with unlimited potential for domestic animation.

After the Spring Festival holiday, Guowen Group issued a red investment document on the day it resumed operations.

Lin Weimin resigned as president of the Chinese Literature Society, and the new president was replaced by Li Xin, the former president of the Chinese Literature Society.

When the document was released, it immediately became the most watched news within the Guowen Group, triggering heated discussions.

As early as when the news broke that Lin Weimin was stepping down as president, the question of who would take over has been the focus of attention within the group.

Now that the suspense has finally been revealed, Li Xin has become the new president of the Chinese Literature Society, and no one is too surprised.

Because in the eyes of the elders of the Chinese Literature Society, Li Xin was promoted by Lin Weimin.

From an ordinary editor-in-chief of the Chinese Literature Society, to the vice president and president of the Tongwen Society, and then to the president of the Chinese Literature Society, everything seems to be traceable.

Moreover, Li Xin is indeed the youngest among the six candidates. He is in his forties and in the prime of life, which is the time to do things.

After Lin Weimin, a young and excessive president, it would not be easy for the employees of the Chinese Literature Society to accept an older president with frost-stained temples.

Lin Weimin abdicated and Li Xin took over. The publishing business department of Guowen Group also ushered in a series of personnel changes.

This is the advantage of the promotion of a senior leader. Usually, it looks like a carrot or a pit, but as long as the senior leader really moves, it will basically be a series of job changes, and there will inevitably be happy events in the unit.

Among the numerous personnel changes in the Chinese Literature Society and the Tongwen Society, Yu Hua also ushered in a new peak in his career. He successfully served as the deputy editor-in-chief of the Chinese Literature Society, mainly responsible for online literature.

The position of deputy editor-in-chief that he had longed for was finally implemented. Yu Hua was extremely excited and organized a treat for dinner. It happened to be just a few days after the Chinese New Year, so we had an opportunity to get together.

Yu Hua's house was not big enough, so he found a restaurant outside. Many people came and the atmosphere was very lively.

The adults were having a lively chat when suddenly there was a burst of crying in the box. It turned out to be Yu Haiguo, the chubby little boy who was beaten up by Xiao Doubao again.

"She hit someone!" Yu Haiguo cried and complained to Cheng Hong.

"Why didn't you say you were scaring me?" Xiaodoubao didn't feel guilty at all about hitting anyone, but after she saw Tao Huimin's black face, her tone suddenly became aggrieved, "I just hit him twice, and he cried. .”

Crying after two spankings, it looks like a scumbag.

Not only does he hit people, but he also tramples on their self-esteem.

Yu Haiguo cried even harder, "She hit me several times and pinched me, so I cried."

The two little beans were noisy, and it took a while for Cheng Hong and Tao Huimin to ask questions.

It turned out that Yu Haiguo was hiding at the door wearing a mask to scare Xiaodou Bao. The girl was startled, and then she beat Yu Haiguo in a rage.

Xiaodoubao has a strong motor nerve, and he is almost defeated by Yu Haiguo, a weakling in sports.

Fortunately, neither of them got any relief in the end. One was beaten for scaring someone, and the other was beaten for hitting someone. Neither of them were unjust.

The episode passed and everyone continued to eat and chat.

Today is Yu Hua's promotion banquet, so the topic naturally cannot be separated from him and the Chinese Literature Society.

Yu Hua came to Yanjing in 1992. At that time, he had just ended his marriage. He was not impoverished, but the situation was indeed not good.

After arriving in Yanjing, I first joined the Tongwen Society, got a formal job, and then got married and had children. In the past few years, my writing work has been smooth sailing. Now that I have become the deputy editor-in-chief of the Chinese Literature Society, I am really proud of myself.

While Yu Hua was chatting, he suddenly mentioned that when he was just writing novels, his friends were smoking, drinking and playing cards, and he was the only one immersed in writing novels. It was the loneliness and loneliness back then that led to today's success.

"Of course, the more important reason is that Teacher Lin has a sharp eye and can spot my extraordinary talent from so many amateur submissions at a glance."

Before everyone could express their feelings, Yu Hua changed the topic and raised his glass to toast Lin Weimin, "I still have to thank Teacher Lin!"

Everyone despised his naked flattery.

"Hey, I heard that you guys made a fortune at Wenhua Film and Television some time ago." Qu Xiaowei asked.

Which pot does he belong to? As soon as he finished asking this question, Yu Hua and Mo Yan looked at each other and were speechless.

"I heard that many people have made millions." Qu Xiaowei asked.

"There are only a few people who make millions, only a dozen or so people."

"What about you? How much have you earned?" Seeing the embarrassed expressions on the two people's faces, Qu Xiaowei joked, "What's the matter? You've earned too much and you dare not say anything?"

"It's not much, I made just over 120,000 yuan," Mo Yan said.

"I didn't make much, just 60,000 yuan."

After Yu Hua said this, Mo Yan looked at him in surprise, sixty thousand? Shouldn't it be 210,000?

Yu Hua pretended not to see Mo Yan's eyes, his expression calm and composed.

"That's really a lot of money!"

Everyone expressed envy.

It is now 2000. Even though the average monthly income of Guowen Group has already exceeded 1,000 yuan, in fact the average monthly income of domestic urban residents is only about 700 yuan. This is official statistics. In real life, this number is definitely still Even lower, even 60,000 yuan is equivalent to the income of an ordinary working class for several years.

"Some people have recently advised me to invest in the stock market. It seems that the money in the stock market is really easy to make."

Qu Xiaowei was stimulated by the news and seemed eager to try, planning to enter the big A to gain a chance.

"This is a benefit provided by the company, so don't join in the fun." Lin Weimin advised.

"I'm not greedy either. If I invest 1 million, I'll be satisfied if I can earn 500,000."

Retail investors want to make 50% profit in Big A, even if their ancestors’ graves are burned.

Da Ben goes in, and the bicycle comes out; the coal boss goes in, and the car boss comes out.

Stock investors have to pay tuition to enter, and retail investors are lucky enough to run away. If the figure is not strong enough, you can only wear one pair of pants.

Qu Xiaowei used actions to demonstrate what it means to be fearless in the ignorant.

"You have to take control of your bankbook." Based on the principle of treating illnesses and saving lives, Lin Weimin told Liu Haiyan.

"Do not worry."

As someone close to Qu Xiaowei, Liu Haiyan is very aware of her husband's "wronged" nature. If he hadn't benefited from his friends, how could he have lived so well all these years.

Qu Xiaowei was very depressed when the two men jointly blocked him. He turned around and muttered to Yu Hua.

The party came to an end, the bills were settled, and everyone was ready to leave.

Mo Yan walked beside Yu Hua and asked, "Didn't you earn 210,000?"

Yu Hua was startled, and hurriedly grabbed him, his eyes pleading, and whispered: "Keep your voice down! Let's talk about this later."

Mo Yan was just testing it out. Seeing Yu Hua's reaction, he already knew exactly what was going on.

After catching Yu Hua, Mo Yan was in a happy mood, "Then how did you get the bonus you were fined?"

Yu Hua used his private money to buy stocks. The stocks haven't been cashed out yet, and his year-end bonus has been confiscated. He must get rid of this matter.

Yu Hua secretly looked at Cheng Hong who was chatting with everyone, "I borrowed it from Teacher Lin."

I see.

Mo Yan looked at Lin Weimin with a bit of admiration. Who said that the Chinese Literature Society didn't have airtight walls?

Teacher Lin’s wall blocks the wind and rain.