1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 231 You want to play Cheng Dieyi?

Any hot topic has a quiet time. The first issue of "Contemporary" in 1983 and Lin Weimin's article "Our Literary Creation Needs a Hundred Flowers to Bloom" caused discussions and sensations to gradually subside after the initial fire. But the impact and effects are long-lasting.

It took two months for the sales volume of the first issue to exceed 180 million copies, and this number is still increasing at a gentle rate. It is only a matter of time before it is expected to exceed 200 million copies.

Zhu Changsheng from the editorial department was bored on weekends, squatting curiously next to a newsstand, just wanting to see how many "Contemporary" can be sold in a day like this.

He squatted for a day and got a number, 14 books.

And there are nearly a hundred newsstands like this in Yanjing City, that is to say, the newsstands in Yanjing City alone can sell one or two thousand copies of "Contemporary" every day, not to mention places like bookstores and post offices .

Zhu Changsheng knew that Yanjing, as the capital, must have more cultural audiences than other places, but even that was scary, it was just a city.

Zhu Changsheng also observed a phenomenon, that is, most of the magazine buyers are young people. When the evening was approaching, Zhu Changsheng saw a boy who bought several copies of "Contemporary".

He chased after him curiously, "Comrade, why are you buying so many "Contemporary"?"

The boy asked warily, "What do you do?"

Zhu Changsheng smiled, took out his work ID, and introduced himself.

The boy's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees, and he explained enthusiastically: "I prepared this book for the reading corner."

"Oh, it turned out to be helping the class purchase."

The boy said: "I didn't buy for the class, I bought magazines and donated them to the reading corner of the class."

The price of "Contemporary" is not cheap, one dollar.

The young man opened his mouth and said he wanted to donate, what kind of family!

After chatting in detail, Zhu Changsheng found out that the young man's name is Zhang Jianjun, and he has always liked Lin Weimin's novels. He has actually bought and read this issue of "Contemporary" a long time ago.

Now that he has just entered university and started school recently, he bought these "Contemporary" purely to support Lin Weimin. He plans to donate these "Contemporary" to the reading corners of several classes in his department, so that everyone can read "Contemporary" ".

After Zhu Changsheng got to know the inside story, he didn't know how to evaluate Zhang Jianjun's behavior for a while, so he could only smile and praise: "Student, you really have a heart!"

Zhang Jianjun said: "It's all to support "Contemporary" and Mr. Lin. The students in our book club all agree with the article written by Mr. Lin in "Literary News". Literature should not have so many rules and regulations. The new era Literary creation should have the appearance of the new era. If you cling to your own broken rules all day long, you will be swept into the garbage dump of history sooner or later. Those old... pedants still have the face to criticize Mr. Lin, and Mr. Lin's contribution to the literary world Much more than them..."

Zhu Changsheng understood that this Zhang Jianjun was really an avid reader of Lin Weimin, and he never left Lin Weimin in his words. He was obviously very dissatisfied with the criticism of Lin Weimin in the recent big discussion.

"Classmates, classmates, don't get excited, most people still support Teacher Lin very much."

Zhang Jianjun nodded, "That's true! How much good has Mr. Lin done for the literary world? You may not know, as far as those students around me, many of them were lovers of literature before, but their works were selected for submission. It's all faults in style, values, and narrative structure. Many people are discouraged and stopped writing.

As long as those editors have a little bit of patience, responsibility, openness and dedication from Mr. Lin, those of our classmates are encouraged by Mr. Lin, and some of them have picked up their pens again. We have all made an appointment, and we will submit to "" Contemporary". "

Zhu Changsheng listened to Zhang Jianjun's rambling, and wondered in his heart, is there a possibility that your writing is too bad?
He definitely wouldn't dare to ask these words, young man, so full of vigor!

When he finally heard Zhang Jianjun say that they had to submit their manuscripts to "Contemporary", he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle. No wonder the number of recent submissions has been rolling upwards.

It's all to blame for the popularity of the first issue and Lin Weimin's bad mouth. It's really not that Zhu Changsheng doesn't love his job and is dedicated to his work. It's really that the workload of the editorial department is increasing day by day, and everyone is almost too busy.

Of course, Zhu Changsheng dared to complain in his heart.

The increase in the number of submissions is a sign of the thriving and vigorous development of the journal. It is too late for everyone to be happy. This is political correctness, and we must be firm and unshakable!
After getting the information he wanted to know, Zhu Changsheng said hello to Zhang Jianjun and was about to leave. His movements were experienced, like a regular customer.

But he was stopped by Zhang Jianjun, "What, Mr. Zhu..."

"Anything else?"

"It's also fate to meet you today. Please see if you can please give Teacher Lin a word. I want to invite Teacher Lin to our school to give a speech."

"This……"

Zhu Changsheng hesitated for a moment and asked, "I think it might be better if you take the initiative to invite me."

Zhang Jianjun was a little unconfident, "Can it do it? I'm afraid Mr. Lin is too busy with work."

Zhu Changsheng said: "Being busy with the people is definitely busy. He basically ignores those seminars, symposiums, pen meetings, and interviews. But you college students are different. You can find a few more students to go to our club..."

Zhu Changsheng whispered in Zhang Jianjun's ear for a long time, Zhang Jianjun's eyes lit up.

I hit the big luck today, I asked the right person!
"Thank you so much, Teacher Zhu!"

Zhu Changsheng patted Zhang Jianjun on the shoulder, "Why are you being polite. Weimin will be very happy to be liked by young people like you."

"Ok!"

It was Saturday afternoon again, and at this time, the editorial department of "Contemporary" should be free to fish.

But it’s different now. Everyone is still working hard. Thousands of manuscripts are submitted from all over the country every day. The first review alone is enough to make everyone’s scalp tingle.

Liu Yin looked at the manuscript with a sigh, glanced at Lin Weimin from time to time, and protested silently.

If I had known this was the case, I would have stopped Lin Weimin from writing that article for the "Literary News" if I killed her. There is still no sign of slowing down and lowering, and this trend is hopeless.

Everyone is dedicated to their work, but the labor intensity is really suffocating.

Perhaps feeling the oppressive atmosphere in the office, Lin Weimin got up and looked up, "Yo, it's almost five o'clock."

Everyone looked at him, being a leader is different, and they will have nothing to say.

"Look at the eyes of each of you, work! There is always a busy time and a free time.

Tomorrow weekend, I happen to have a few tickets for Renyi, and everyone will take their families to relax. "

Lin Weimin distributed the tickets to everyone, and the atmosphere in the office relaxed. Yao Shuzhi said quietly, "At least you have a conscience."

"There are so many strange words after taking the ticket, do you want it? Don't take it!"

Yao Shuzhi hurriedly put the drama ticket into her pocket, "Is there something I want to return? Your ticket won't go to the editorial department's account, right?"

Lin Weimin said helplessly: "I have written so many dramas for Renyi anyway, how many tickets do I have to pay for? This is all a gift from them, and Renyi will be on "The Horseman" next month! "

"So fast? Your novel hasn't been published for a few months?" Everyone asked in surprise.

Lin Weimin said: "The changes to the script are small, and the rehearsal progress is also fast. Before the draft is published, I asked Renyi to make the script first."

"No wonder!"

"Okay, pack up and get ready for get off work, and go relax at night." Rong Shihui got up to pack his things.

With the first movement, everyone saw that it was almost time, and they were all ready to leave work.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

A mature face that didn't match his age, with a broken voice, reappeared in the editorial office.

"Hey, all the teachers are here, are you busy?"

Jiang Wen entered the door, nodding and bowing to everyone in the office familiarly.

Everyone saw that his face was familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while. Lin Weimin said at this time: "What's the matter? Your "Farewell My Concubine" is ready?"

Seeing that Lin Weimin still remembered him, Jiang Wen had a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin, for remembering. I just arranged it. No, I would like to ask you to go to our school to help guide me this weekend."

Following his words, everyone finally recalled, didn't this come to the editorial department more than half a year ago to play Cheng Dieyi, a student from the Drama Academy?
Everyone couldn't help but put on a somewhat relaxed smile. At that time, Lin Weimin was so entangled by him, so he authorized them to arrange "Farewell My Concubine" by themselves, and let him act as he wanted.

I didn't expect this kid to really do that.

People don't know whether to say that he has no self-knowledge, or to praise him for his artistic pursuits, it's really persistent.

"I said your efficiency is not high!" Lin Weimin said to Jiang Wen in a casual tone.

Jiang Wen is a person who is easy to climb. Seeing Lin Weimin's kindness and easy-going, he became more presumptuous.

"Don't mention it. We are studying at school, we have to go to class every day, and we have to hand in homework. We have to catch up on evenings and weekends to schedule your play. Now it's fast."

Jiang Wen complained about hard work.

"So I have to thank you?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

"Then how can it be? I have to thank you. Didn't I come here to invite you specially today? Teacher Lin, if you have nothing to do this weekend, why don't you give me a reward?" Jiang Wen asked with a playful smile.

Lin Weimin was really fine on the weekend, and his little girlfriend had already gone to Changchun to perform.

"Okay, I really want to see how your kid's Cheng Dieyi plays?"

Jiang Wen's goal was achieved, and the smile on his face was full of creases. It really made people wonder if he falsified his age during the exam.

After talking about this matter, he saw that the editorial department was about to get off work, so he prepared to leave wisely, but when he reached the door, he was blocked by a tall and thick figure.

"You want to play Cheng Dieyi?"

(End of this chapter)