1980 My literary era

Everyone followed the sound and saw Wei Junyi standing at the door, looking at Lin Weimin with gloating faces.

This guy just made such nonsense in the office, saying that he wanted to switch to "Harvest". This is tantamount to defecting to the enemy, and Old Mrs. Wei will definitely not be able to spare him.

Wei Junyi was over sixty years old, with white hair. She stood there with a serious expression, not angry or intimidating. Lin Weimin, who had just chosen his title, suddenly fell silent.

It's not like he was really dumbfounded. He just gave Xie Mingqing a few words of advice, just for the benefit of the people present.

These days, it doesn’t matter if the manuscript is bad or not, the editor will patiently help you revise it. What I fear most is that I will be stuck due to various values ​​​​and political issues. Not only the issue of whether the manuscript can be published, but also the original author can easily be implicated.

He had heard Jiang Zilong say this when he was at the Literary Research Institute.

Jiang Zilong published a novel in the "Jinmen Evening News" in 1975, which was used as a propaganda weapon by the establishment at that time.

This incident was like a double-edged sword. During this period of 1975, it made Jiang Zilong famous overnight in Tianjin and became a promising young writer.

But after the turmoil, Jiang Zilong was naturally suspected and ostracized by some people. After he published his famous work "The Taking of Factory Director Qiao", at the worst time, "Jinmen Daily" dedicated fourteen pages to criticizing Jiang Zilong.

At that time, the tide of criticism against Jiang Zilong grew stronger and stronger. If Mr. Chen Huangmei, a senior figure in the literary world, had not spoken out in time to support him, Jiang Zilong might have been buried in the criticism.

Lin Weimin doesn't think there are any principled issues with the content of "Farewell My Concubine," but he still wants to nip it in the bud.

There is no problem for "People's Literature" to publish "Farewell My Concubine", then it should show its attitude and be a good backer for him.

"Editor-in-Chief, you are here to comment. I handed the manuscript to Mr. Xie because of our Chinese Literature Society. But... I am stuck with the editor-in-chief. What is this?"

Wei Junyi said with a straight face: "If your manuscript is fine, how can it be stuck for you? Besides, can it be called stuck? Whose authority are you in the editorial department? Whether the manuscript can be published or not, that all has to go through. It was agreed at a meeting. You work at "Contemporary", don't you know this?"

Lin Weimin muttered in a low voice: "What can be wrong with my manuscript? It's very well written, and Mr. Wan praises it."

Wei Junyi couldn't stand his arrogance, "It's good writing because it's good. What? Our editors can't ask questions?"

Lin Weimin asked in a low voice: "Did you read it?"

The old lady snorted and then said: "Guangnian is not sure, let me take a look."

Lin Weimin immediately hit the snake and stuck it on the stick, "Tell me, is it a good work?"

"Don't mess around." The old lady glared, "Can the things written by us Chinese literary society people still leak out? If I hear you say what you just said in the future, I will let Lao Meng punish you."

Faced with the threat from Mrs. Wei, Lin Weimin shrank his neck, "I'm just talking casually! I don't like "Harvest", it is far behind our "People's Literature" and "Contemporary"."

Wei Junyi laughed angrily at the way this kid was able to adapt to the situation. "Go back to work honestly. Why are you fooling around during work hours? I'll let you know when I have the manuscript."

"Okay, you're busy, you're busy."

Lin Weimin apologized and left with a frown on his face.

Wei Junyi looked at his back and shook her head helplessly. This stupid boy had caught up with Monkey King, and no one else could hold him down.

Everyone else in the office saw Lin Weimin being tidied up by Wei Junyi and left obediently, with smiles on their lips. As the saying goes, evil people will be punished by evil people.

Xie Mingqing stepped forward and asked, "Did Editor-in-Chief Guangnian really ask you to read the manuscript?"

Wei Junyi nodded and said, "He's not sure either. What if he doesn't show it to me?"

"That manuscript..." Xie Mingqing also wanted to know whether this manuscript could be published.

"We'll talk about it before next week's editorial meeting."

Wei Junyi did not give a clear answer, which made Xie Mingqing begin to wonder whether this manuscript could be published?

Lin Weimin returned to the back building dejectedly. The joy he had felt when he answered the phone to earn manuscript fees had long since disappeared.

"Hey, for the people!" Yao Shuzhi came over with a gossipy look.

"What's the matter?"

"I heard that Lao Zhang withheld your new novel?"

Lin Weimin looked at Yao Shuzhi warily, "How did you know?"

"There aren't many people in the club who don't know about it," Yao Shuzhi said.

Lin Weimin frowned, am I the last one to know? Where did these people get their gossip?

Yao Shuzhi asked hesitantly: "For the people..."

"What's wrong?"

"Did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

Yao Shuzhi quickly shook her head, "It's nothing."

"Hey!"

Are you throwing up after eating while playing with me?

Lin Weimin's mind was immediately seduced by Yao Shuzhi's pretentiousness.

He stared into Yao Shuzhi's eyes, "Don't do this to me, tell me!"

Yao Shuzhi hesitated and said, "Then can I say it?"

"explain!"

"Well...there are rumors in the club that you have a problem with that...that aspect."

"That aspect? Which aspect?" Lin Weimin didn't turn around for a while.

Yao Shuzhi winked, "That's it...that aspect! Didn't you write about Cheng Dieyi?"

Lin Weimin paused for several seconds and suddenly realized.

"Wocao!"

After finally understanding what Yao Shuzhi meant, Lin Weimin was furious, "Which of the thieves is spreading rumors about me?"

Yao Shuzhi quickly covered his mouth, "Don't shout, don't shout!"

He pulled Yao Shuzhi's hand away, "Nonsense, can I stop shouting? There is no such thing as burying someone! Damn it, don't let me catch which grandson is spreading rumors about me behind my back. If you let me know, I can't kill him." he!"

Lin Weimin was jumping and scolding in the office, while his colleagues had weird smiles on their faces.

Lin Weimin, who has always been shrewd and out-of-the-box, will one day be plotted against someone, which makes him happy just thinking about it.

"Damn it! I'm so angry!"

Lin Weimin scolded him for a long time, but after all he couldn't find the person behind the rumor, so he could only sit down on the chair angrily and take a sip of the cold tea in the enamel jar.

"Sister Yao, who did you listen to?" he asked unwillingly.

Yao Shuzhi felt worried when she saw the expression on his face that he wanted to launch an army to hold him accountable, "That's what everyone in the community said."

Lin Weimin was speechless. Is this just spreading rumors and then breaking the rumors?

It had only been a week since his manuscript had been delivered to the front building. It must have been even slower for everyone to see the manuscript. It only took a few days for it to spread throughout the entire Chinese Literature Society?

Lin Weimin felt depressed. He just wrote an alternative character. How could he be implicated in this? Even he, the author of the original work, was not spared.

Stupid!

After all, it is a national-level publishing organization, and it can actually allow such rumors to spread.

Lin Weimin felt sad about the corruption of the social atmosphere.