1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 10 How Can You Sell Things About Scholars
In 1980, the opening tea party of the fifth phase of the Institute of Literature was a tea party of unity, and it was also a tea party of victory. The participating leaders spoke highly of the tea party.

Of course, no matter how harmonious the conference is, there will inevitably be some discordant voices.

For example, Comrade Lin Weimin, who had the cheek to ask the teachers for their autographs at the tea party, was named and criticized by the director Xu Gang and the teacher in charge Tang Yuqiu afterwards.

Comrade Lin Weimin became well-known in the Institute of Literature and Literature, and even the comrades of the Chaoyang District Party Committee D School next door knew his name.

But these things didn't affect Lin Weimin at all, didn't they just want an autograph?Fuss.

If I force the teachers to take a group photo, I will say that I am their closed disciple, and I can eat and drink for a year or so at least.

Lin Weimin smacked his lips, but it was a pity that he had no money to buy a camera.

Let's not mention the later famous things.

Just after the tea party ended, Lin Weimin was blocked again.

Just now, Lin Weimin took the opportunity of pouring tea to find a few old writers to sign a show operation, and the students of the Institute of Literature and Culture all noticed it.

"I didn't see you for a long time last night. How dare you go out to get some books?" Huang Zonghan took the lead in attacking.

Lin Weimin confessed frankly, "That's right. It's almost three o'clock back and forth. It's not easy!"

"Who cares how easy it is for you, you boy is really shameless."

Qu Xiaowei sneered, saying that he was ashamed to be with people like Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin curled his lips at him, and then said loudly to the many students around him: "The freshly baked works signed by Wan Jiabao and Wang Meng are on a first-come, first-served basis. Don't miss them when you pass by!"

Everyone coaxed, and the pot exploded.

Good guy, this kid is really shameless, he dared to peddle in public, we must get rid of his arrogance.

Jiang Zilong said with a righteous face: "For the people, this is the name signed by the seniors in the literary world. How can you resell it? It's a secret investment!"

Then, he said sadly: "No, I can't let you make this kind of mistake. Bring the book and I'll keep it for you."

"You think beautiful!"

Lin Weimin instinctively felt that Jiang Zilong might be his archenemy in the class, not because of anything else, but because of his shameless spirit.

Gu Hua pulled Jiang Zilong away, "Let me see what the old man's signature looks like."

Putting the two books in front of Gu Hua, he didn't let him touch them, "Just read it, don't get it! This is a collector's edition, don't say I'll make you pay for it if it breaks!"

Everyone spurned Lin Weimin for his success.

Tang Kangmei felt that it was necessary to teach this kid a lesson, and said, "I mean, for the people, your signed book is not a rare thing. In the future, teachers will inevitably teach us, and there are still many opportunities to ask them to sign? You Things, not rare!"

After she said this, everyone immediately came back to their senses.Isn't that the only chance to get in touch with the teachers this time? Isn't it easy to get a signed book?He was almost fooled by Lin Weimin.

"Kangmei is right! It's just a signed book, and there will be opportunities in the future. You kid still wants to make money from this thing, you really want to be blind." Huang Zonghan said this.

Lin Weimin glared at him viciously. How dare a thick-eyed bastard betray the revolution?Fortunately, we are still comrades in a dormitory.

"You know nothing!" Lin Weimin couldn't let this kind of thinking spread among the students, and had to correct it.

Pointing to Huang Zonghan's nose, he taught: "Do you know what an important occasion is? Do you know what commemorative significance is? Our Institute of Literature was born after the founding of New China. It was closed in 23, and it will be [-] years this year. I have lived for a long time. Now I have finally overcome all difficulties and resumed running the school, is it easy?"

Huang Zonghan opened his mouth, wanting to refute a few words, but think about it, everything this kid said was very reasonable, and finally he could only ask dryly, "But what does this have to do with your book sales?"

"What's the matter? It's a big deal!"

Lin Weimin shook the signed book in his hand, "Is this a book in my hand? Is this a book? This is a witness to the history of our Institute of Literature! It is the crystallization of the bloody struggle of countless predecessors! There is only one opportunity to run a school, and even this opening tea party is the only one. Isn't such an opportunity precious?"

Lin Weimin's impassioned speech really moved several students, and they nodded their heads, as if that was the case.

Tang Kangmei instinctively felt something was wrong, and asked back: "According to what you said, this book is so precious, how can you still sell it?"

Lin Weimin frowned, "Vulgar! Too vulgar! How can you sell things about scholars? This is called resource exchange. Do you know how hard it is for me to get this book? It was dark last night. There was no car. I walked for two hours and ran around the city knocking on the doors of bookstores, finally bought a few books, and returned to the dormitory in the middle of the night.”

"I'm not saying these are miserable. I just want to say that this book is hard to come by, so it becomes more and more precious. But just now I was holding these books and thinking, is it a good thing to have this book with me?
As you said just now, we are all in the literary research institute, and we will have opportunities to contact teachers in the future. Are you afraid that we will not have the opportunity to ask for autographs?So I thought, this book should have a greater use.

It is a great event for the domestic literature circle that the Institute of Literature has resumed its organizational system and held a tea party for the start of school. We should allow more people to share this joy.

These autographed books in my hand are the witness of this grand literary event, so I have to let this book out, to everyone, to the literature lovers around you, so that more people can enjoy this glory!
In this regard, I feel that I have a duty-bound responsibility and obligation! "

After speaking impassionedly, Lin Weimin frowned and looked ahead with justice and sincerity in his eyes. No one dared to doubt the legitimacy of his purpose.

The students were dubious, and couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a while, so it is said that the IQ of most people is always online.

But if you can't stand it, there will always be someone who breaks through the lower limit!

"Wei Min, according to what you say, this book is really rare!" Qu Xiaowei rubbed his chin, staring at the covers of the two books.

Lin Weimin was overjoyed when he heard the words, despite the sincerity on his face when he finished speaking just now, he was guilty after all, and Qu Xiaowei's unexpected compliment was like listening to heaven to him.

"Well, Xiaowei still has insight."

Qu Xiaowei laughed, "Hey, it's all for literature!"

"That's right! For literature!" Lin Weimin agreed.

The more they talked, the closer they got, and they just got together.

The people around felt that something was wrong, Qu Xiaowei was Lin Weimin's babysitter, right?

Well, it looks more and more like it.

(End of this chapter)