1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 201
A month after Lin Weimin returned to Yanjing, Yu Hua's novels finally arrived by mail. There are two novellas in total, "Going on a Long Journey" and "At Noon Where the Northwest Wind Whistles".

This time is more than four years earlier than the time when the later Yu Hua should have published these two novellas, and Lin Weimin has a lot to do with them.

After receiving the manuscripts, after three reviews, everyone agreed that the two novels had reached the standard of being published in "Contemporary".

Lin Weimin made a special call to Yu Hua and told him that the editorial department had decided to publish two novels.

Yu Hua was very excited on the phone, thanked Lin Weimin for a long time, and then hesitated and asked Lin Weimin.

"Ms. Lin, can these two novels be published together?"

Lin Weimin was taken aback, "There is no such precedent!"

"Then you make an exception!"

Yu Hua's tone was like buying vegetables on the street. Lin Weimin was amused by this kid, and asked, "Are you bragging to others?"

Yu Hua laughed out of embarrassment, "It's not bragging. I just told my dad that my two manuscripts will be published on "Contemporary". Posting two manuscripts at a time is awesome!"

"Okay, I'll apply to the editor-in-chief."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Weimin said to Tan Chaoyang, "Leader, you heard everything."

Tan Chaoyang shook his head and smiled, "This little guy is really good at making trouble."

"I don't think this is a matter of principle. The quality of the novel is really high, and it deserves the attention of two articles in one issue. This can be regarded as our publication's discovery and cultivation of young writers.

We attach so much importance to him this time, how dare this kid's manuscript go to other publications in the future? "

Tan Chaoyang scolded, "You just get used to him!"

"How can this be called habit? Don't you agree with the quality of the two novels "Going on a Long Journey" and "The Noon Where the Northwest Wind Whistles"?

I think this is also an opportunity for our publication to expand its influence.

Think about it, when the publication comes out.Readers take a look, yo, two novels are published in one issue, this writer must have something.Looking at the quality again, it is really good and worthy of such treatment.

Has Yu Hua become famous all of a sudden?
We call it eclectic downgrading of talents, what do you think? "

Lin Weimin rolled his eyes and made up the matter with confidence and integrity, making Tan Chaoyang almost think that he was in collusion with Yu Hua.

However, he also had to admit that what Lin Weimin said was somewhat reasonable.

"The two works of Yu Hua are definitely not at the level of "Life", but if we can make him stand out in the literary world with two novels in one issue, doesn't that just show the influence of our "Contemporary"?"

At this point, Tan Chaoyang had nothing to say, and could only point at Lin Weimin with a wry smile.

"I let you say everything. If I don't agree, won't I become a stubborn old man who doesn't give young people a chance?"

Lin Weimin complimented: "You are Bole!"

"Don't! It's up to you to be this Bole. There are really all kinds of editors and all kinds of authors."

The old comrade's words didn't sound like good words, but Lin Weimin didn't care anymore, and his goal was achieved anyway.

Calling Yu Hua back on the spot, this kid almost jumped up on the phone on the spot, thanking him all the time, Lin Weimin naturally wanted to carry Tan Chaoyang out to let the old comrades enjoy the incense.

After confirming the manuscript, Tan Chaoyang ignored Lin Weimin and looked down at the manuscript on the table.

"Leader!" Lin Weimin called out.

Tan Chaoyang raised his head, "What else do you need, kid?"

"I have an idea and want to touch you?"

Qin Chaoyang knew that Lin Weimin always had a lot of ideas, so he laid the pen for annotations horizontally on the manuscript paper, "Let's talk about it then."

"Leader, I want Yu Hua's two manuscripts to be published in the January issue, and then find a few more young authors with potential..."

When Lin Weimin said this, Tan Chaoyang already understood what he meant. After two years, Lin Weimin started his old business again.

"You kid want to make an album again?"

"Whether it's an album or a topic, it's all the same name. The important thing is to spread the influence of our "Contemporary" with an aura of daring to call eclectic talent."

Tan Chaoyang pondered, feeling quite moved by Lin Weimin's thoughts.

"Is the January issue too tight?"

"The first shot of the year, this time is better."

"Then let everyone take the time to search and search to see if there are any outstanding young people or recommendations for works. You have a good idea, kid."

After coming out of Qin Chaoyang's place, Lin Weimin returned to his office, and saw a young man wearing glasses standing by his desk.

Liu Yin said: "Wei Min, this is Comrade Zhong Lin, the editor of "Script", here to see you."

The young man immediately stepped forward and said hello, "Mr. Lin, I am Zhong Lin from "Script"."

Lin Weimin shook hands with him and asked, "What do you need from me?"

Zhong Lin nodded and explained why he came.

It turned out that "Script" planned to publish the scripts of Lin Weimin's "Untouchable" and "Farewell My Concubine".

"Script" is a professional drama and literature creation publication founded in 1953 by Tian Han, Zhang Guangnian and other older dramatists. It ceased publication in 66 and resumed publication in 79. It is now regarded as the leading drama literature and drama art publication in China.

Most of the articles published are dramas, operas, operas, and movie scripts, and there are also articles on script reviews, research on playwrights, research on creative issues, and cultural exchanges between Chinese and foreign dramas.

With the love of Mr. Wan, and knowing Zhong Lin's intentions, Lin Weimin naturally readily agreed to the request of "Script", without even mentioning the manuscript fee.He knew that "Script" was a publication issued by the Dramatists' Association, and the standards for manuscript fees had never been high.

After thanking Zhong Lin, he said: "About the matter of the awards, in fact, many seniors of the association are very sure of the quality of your works..."

Only then did Lin Weimin realize that he dared to let Zhong Lin come here today and stay here for other tasks.

It has been two years since the National Excellent Screenplay Creation Award was awarded, and Lin Weimin's works have not been included in the list of winners, and everyone knows the reason.

He laughed and said, "It's okay. Whether I win an award is not important to me. Didn't Mr. Mei Lanfang say that? Gold cups and silver cups are not as good as the reputation of ordinary people."

Zhong Lin didn't continue talking, and Mr. Wan was involved.

To put it bluntly today, he was entrusted by the seniors of the association to communicate with Lin Weimin. Such an excellent playwright should not be separated from the association because of the issue of awards.

"In addition, I should have come to you a long time ago, and the association wants to absorb you as a member."

Lin Weimin refused without thinking, "Forget it, I'm just an amateur screenwriter, so I won't join the association."

He also understood the purpose of the association sending Zhong Lin, a young man, here today, which was to express goodwill to himself by publishing two scripts, and to remove unnecessary barriers and misunderstandings.

At the same time, it can be regarded as affirming one's own works and abilities to the outside world.

By the way, I asked myself to join the association, and now I can be regarded as a well-known screenwriter, but I have not joined the dramatists association because of avoiding suspicion.

It is estimated that those old comrades also cherish their talents, but because of Mr. Wan's bad face, they directly opened their mouths to get themselves in.

Let Zhong Lin invite me now, and then say that he applied on his own initiative. Comrades, you can't keep such an outstanding comrade out, right?

Declining Zhong Lin's proposal, Lin Weimin sent him out of the house.

After I came back, I couldn't help but sigh, they are all a group of old foxes!

After get off work in the evening, Lin Weimin came to Renyi on a motorcycle, and today he was looking for him.

As soon as he entered the room, So Zhi poured him a cup of tea, and Lin Weimin joked, "Teacher Yu, you are a little too polite."

So Zhi smiled and said, "Isn't it the same treatment you usually get when you come here?"

"But you don't have such a flattering expression?"

"It's flattery!" So naturally he didn't take Lin Weimin's joke seriously, and he said again: "It seems that you know why I invited you here?"

"As soon as you find Zhuangzhuang, I'll guess it."

So Zhi said with a smile: "I heard that your "The Horseman" has been written?"

"Yes, it will be published in January next year."

"Oh, this is great, we are short of a script." So Zhi rubbed his hands together.

"Human Art still lacks a script? Isn't it about to introduce Mr. Arthur Miller's works?" Lin Weimin joked.

So he shook his head, "The distant water can't satisfy the near thirsty! Mr. Arthur Miller hasn't even made a schedule yet. It may take two years to rehearse his works. It's better to use your works to be reliable." !"

The news that Renyi invited Arthur Miller to visit China was not made public, but based on the relationship between Lin Weimin and Mr. Wan, he knew it was not surprising.

Lin Weimin said helplessly, "Teacher Yu, how do you know that this novel is definitely suitable for adaptation?"

So he asked back, "Isn't it suitable?"

Lin Weimin was at a loss for words, although he didn't want to admit it, but the structure of "The Horseman" was born for the stage of drama.

So when he saw his reaction, he showed a bit of pride on his face, and praised: "It's still for the people, you think about our human art!"

I really didn't think about you, Lin Weimin said in his heart.

Writing a drama script is too cost-effective, and the money is very small. Not only do you have to write the script, but you also have to watch the rehearsal and revise the script, which is very troublesome.

"Untouchable" has been on the show for two years. Except for the initial 300 yuan manuscript fee, Lin Weimin's income from the performance is only 160 yuan, which adds up to more than 400 yuan. Fraction.

It doesn't matter if there were few things in the past.

The key point is that Lin Weimin has more and more things to do now. This year, the agency once went out to collect manuscripts and asked him to participate, but he declined because of various things.

"Mr. Yu, it doesn't matter if the novel is for you to use. Your yard can make the script yourself." Lin Weimin said.

So Zhi also understood his thoughts, he knew Lin Weimin's situation very well, not to mention the busyness of work, the manuscript fee earned through novels alone is already something that most people look up to in this era.

Some time ago, the news that his novels were published abroad and received exorbitant royalties was still spreading in the literary and art circles in Yanjing.

You can't expect people to always use a meager fee to contribute to the art, after all, today is different from the past.

"Then why don't you let Teacher Lan take the lead when you read the script?" So Zhi asked.

Lan Yinhai and Lin Weimin have collaborated in two dramas, and they know each other well. Lin Weimin nodded, "I can rest assured of Teacher Lan's level."

"Then it's settled." So Zhi thought for a while and said, "But we agreed, you can come and guide the creation of the script and the rehearsal of the crew when you have time."

"That's for sure, I'll definitely come over when I have time."

After chatting about the business, Lin Weimin and Yu Zhi laughed and said goodbye before leaving.

After he left, So Zhi sighed slightly.

Unexpectedly, Weimin's growth rate is so fast that even Renyi can't keep up with his pace.

So Zhi couldn't help but recall the scene when Mr. Wan handed him the script of "Untouchable".

"Yes, let the comrades in the courtyard have a look at this script, and let them take the trouble to help revise it and see if it can be used."

So he shook his head and laughed at himself, "Where does it need to be revised, I can't even ask for it!"

(End of this chapter)