1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 12 Honorable Labor Committee Members

Lin Weimin felt that something must have happened during the few minutes of his absence.

The way everyone looked at him was so familiar, it was probably the same as when he was trying to calculate something.

His gaze swept over, and Huang Zonghan quickly avoided it.

It's you again with thick eyebrows and big eyes, you are always the one who betrayed the revolution!

Lin Weimin was sure that this matter must have something to do with Huang Zonghan, he was really rebellious!

"Okay, let's start counting the tickets."

……

"Sports Committee, candidates Abel, Lin Weimin, An Shishan. Abel, one vote. An Shishan, one vote. Abel, one vote..."

Lin Weimin listened to Zhang Lin singing the votes in front of him, and his heart sank. It was fine that he was no match for Aibel, a 1.8-meter tall guy from Xijiang. How could An Shishan, who is in his 30s, be able to overwhelm him?

After the sports committee voted, Abel was elected with 25 votes, An Shishan 7 votes, and Lin Weimin 2 votes.

Lin Weimin shouted out intentionally: Shame, unfortunately dare not.

Among the two votes he got, he voted for himself, and who voted for the other one?

He looked up and happened to meet a pair of shy eyes.

Yo, sister An Yi.

Guess it should probably be this girl. It seems that only women can appreciate my brother's charm.

Lin Weimin felt a little better.

When it was the labor committee member's turn to vote, Lin Weimin's heart arose again, and he already had a premonition of the result.

"Lin Weimin, one vote. Lin Weimin, one vote. Lin Weimin, one vote..."

This heart is so cool!
How much hatred is this, why don't you just sell you some books?
In the end, Lin Weimin was elected with 32 votes, without any dispute.

The students even stood up and applauded. One by one, they came to shake hands with him. At the same time, there were expressions of encouragement on their faces, and they encouraged: "Do a good job for the people, and don't disappoint the expectations of the big guys!"

Lin Weimin wanted to cry but had no tears.

The plot is wrong!

I am a time traveler, if you treat me like this, will your conscience not hurt?

When Lin Weimin fell into the melancholy of being about to be a labor committee member, Tang Yuqiu stood on the podium and wrote on the blackboard the courses that the students would take in the next period of time.

"Prehistoric National Culture", "History of Chinese Literature", "Ancient Literature", "Nineteen Ancient Poems and Peacocks Flying Southeast"... "Yuan Qu", "Water Margin"...

The course content basically covers the literature content from the pre-Qin period to the late Qing Dynasty, and there are also courses related to world literature such as "Russian Literature".

Lin Weimin and his team lasted a total of three months for this short training course. Such an intensive course arrangement really made people feel painful and happy.

The students are happy, and only Lin Weimin is in pain.

Everyone is on the road of writing, even if the courses are intensive, they can't annihilate the hot literary feelings in everyone's hearts.

But Lin Weimin is different from this group of people. His writing is utilitarian in nature, and he came to the workshop by chance to dawdle and take this opportunity to earn some money to improve his living conditions.

He looked at the timetable, he was in class every day except for class, and he only had one day off on weekends, which was normal in this day and age, one day off.

Gu Hua beside him was still discussing with Cheng Shixu, "It seems that writing can only be left at night."

Uncle, who arranged this course, it really doesn't give people a way to survive.

Lin Weimin wailed inwardly.

"That's all for the courses, and everyone knows the schedule. Generally speaking, everyone's time is still very tight. However, in addition to various literature courses, the Institute will also arrange some cultural activities in Yanjing for you. Let everyone feel the literary atmosphere better.”

When Teacher Tang Yuqiu said this, Lin Weimin's eyes lit up, and finally there was still some humanity in the institute.

The things to be explained in the class meeting are almost done, and it is almost time for lunch.

In the morning, it took up the time for a meal in the cafeteria of D school, so it cannot be used any more.

Teacher Tang Yuqiu said that the meeting was over, and began to order Lin Weimin, "Lin Weimin, please organize and restore the cafeteria to its original state."

Lin Weimin replied with a sad face, "Understood, Teacher Tang."

Eh?
He suddenly realized, what did Teacher Tang say just now?

"You organize it?"

Lin Weimin's spirit lifted, and he felt himself trembling instantly.

He found that he seemed to have misunderstood the position of "labor committee member"!

What is a Labor Commissioner?Class leader!
Cadres, do you have any work of your own?

That must be to coordinate the overall situation and strategize!

Got it!

Lin Weimin felt that his thoughts were sublimated at this moment.

"Hey, who is that..."

Lin Weimin's expression changed suddenly, his fingers pointed forward, and the extended finger was not pointing straight at people, but was bent when pointing straight at someone, which seemed disrespectful.

"Students, everyone should be more conscious. We are borrowing the site of other people's D school, and hurry up to restore it to its original state. We will have lunch later. The male students should work hard, and the female students should not be idle. We have a lot of people. It's powerful, try to complete it in 5 minutes, don't delay your meal!"

Don't tell me, after becoming a leading cadre, Lin Weimin felt that his back was no longer sore, his legs were no longer painful, and he had the confidence to speak.

When giving orders, it is called a righteous word.

Seeing that everyone did not carry out his order immediately, Lin Weimin glared, showing the air of a leader.

"What's the matter? I, a newly elected labor committee member, can't speak well?"

He began to roll the roll, "Zhang Lin, you are the squad leader. If you have the consciousness of a squad leader, why don't you work hard?"

"I..." Zhang Lin is almost forty this year, and when Lin Weimin said something, he couldn't hold back his face immediately, "Students, move quickly."

Lin Weimin was very satisfied with Zhang Lin's reaction. Even though you are the squad leader, you have to listen to my labor committee member when it comes to labor.

Lin Weimin felt that he had completely mastered the mysteries of being a public servant, which was really cool!
"Your trick is not easy!" Zhang Lin lowered his head and whispered to Jiang Zilong while moving the table.

Jiang Zilong also had a toothache, "I didn't expect that either, this kid is too cunning, I can't hold him down."

Both of them were frowning. Long before the class meeting, Teacher Tang Yuqiu found the two of them and briefly talked about the arrangements for them.

This has been the case these years, including the students are used to it, and besides, the performance of Zhang Lin and Jiang Zilong in the past few days is really convincing.

Then Teacher Tang Yuqiu mentioned Lin Weimin as a thorn in the side. It happened that Lin Weimin was away under training at this time, and Tang Yuqiu was heartbroken when talking about his situation.

Especially Huang Zonghan also reflected that this kid hadn't even touched a pen in the dormitory these days, let alone a book. Except for the matter of getting someone to sign it, he had never seen him do anything related to a book. This phenomenon It is almost impossible to happen to more than 30 students in the class.

So Jiang Zilong proposed, we can't let Weimin go astray, he is still young, so he can't go astray!

(End of this chapter)