1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 239 As a writer, how rich is he?

Ma Dudu felt that from today onwards, Yanjing would probably have one more epilogue.

Mr. Lin went to the painting shop—one pot.

The manager of the Peace Painting Shop, surnamed Qi, came very quickly, walking in small steps, with a service-oriented smile on his face.

When he was sure that Lin Weimin really wanted to buy all the paintings in the painting shop, the smile on his face was even wider.

Then he said a little embarrassedly: "This... your money..."

Lin Weimin unzipped the black briefcase he was carrying with him, and showed Manager Qi a look. Ma Dudu saw that Manager Qi's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"You... just wait a moment, I will immediately ask the people in the store to take stock of all the paintings, and I will bring you the ledger and check them one by one, and then I will invoice you."

After saying this, Manager Qi invited Lin Weimin to the office and specially made a cup of tea for the two of them.

Holding the teacup in his hand, Ma Dudu felt an inexplicable absurdity in his heart.

When did you enter the state-run store, and you still have this kind of treatment?

Lin Weimin chatted casually with Ma Dudu in the office. After waiting for about half an hour, Manager Qi walked in.

"Comrade, everything is ready ahead, let's go and see the painting?"

Lin Weimin nodded, and said to Ma Dudu, "Dudu, I will be hard on you next."

"Mr. Lin, this is all part of my job."

The two left the office and returned to the painting shop, only to find that the Heping painting shop had closed.

Ma Dudu also thought of the luxury and money in old Shanghai.

The original salespersons in the store were gathered together, each holding a scroll of paintings in their hands.

Manager Qi handed a notebook to Lin Weimin, "Comrade, this is the ledger for all the paintings in the store. You can take a look and we'll check them one by one to make sure that there's no problem. I'll ask someone to make an invoice and you pay."

"Dudu, it's up to you."

Lin Weimin took over the ledger and handed it to Ma Dudu, said something to him, and ran away by himself.

Ma Dudu took the ledger under the eyes of everyone, and then walked to the salesperson holding the painting.

"Comrade, let's begin."

After Manager Qi finished speaking, a scroll was slowly unrolled and spread out on the table.

"This painting is Huang Binhong's "Imprinting Yiquan Tu", it is a sketch, 34.8 cm x 40.2 cm, 17.6 square feet.

The inscription on it reads: Mr. Hufu President has exquisite seal carving, followed Zhou and Qin, and wrote and printed the Yiquan map in Song Dynasty.Marina rainbow quality. "

Ma Dudu looked at the painting for a long time before he came back to his senses and said to Lin Weimin: "Mr. Lin, this pot father is Li Yinsang, a famous seal carver back then. He studied under Huang Shiling. He is also good at calligraphy and flowers. Together with Cai Zhefu, he founded "Tianhuang Shizhi" in Xiangjiang, and published Huang Binhong's calligraphy and painting works many times."

Lin Weimin nodded slightly, "Thanks to Dudu for your help today, otherwise I would be blindsided after reading these words. But you don't need to introduce me more, you just have nothing wrong with it."

"Listen to you, Teacher Lin."

After confirming that there was no problem with the sketch, Manager Qi ordered the salesperson to roll it up and put it in a painting tube immediately, and marked it.

Then came the next one. When introducing the painting, Manager Qi glanced at Lin Weimin from time to time.

He was pacing in the shop at this time, his expression was indifferent, he was not in a hurry, as if buying these paintings had nothing to do with him.

Manager Qi couldn't help but be full of curiosity, who is this person?What is it for?Where did he get so much money?

Manager Qi thought of this young man named Dudu calling him Teacher Lin, but it seems that this Dudu seems to be a little older. Such a young person is called a teacher. Could it be a teacher in a university?
When thinking wildly in his mind, Manager Qi did not forget to introduce the paintings. Being a manager does not need to mention his professional ability, and he is familiar with almost every work in the store.

When the introduction came to the end, Ma Dudu couldn't help talking with the manager Qi, feeling that he had gained a lot of knowledge.

Time passed slowly during the communication between the two parties. After spending half a day, Ma Dudu finally finished reading all the paintings and verified the relevant information.

While looking at the painting, the salesperson of the Heping Painting Store was not idle, and kept pulling the abacus beads. After Manager Qi and Ma Dudu finished reading the painting, he handed the abacus to Manager Qi. He glanced at the numbers displayed on it. , and Ma Dudu looked at each other, and Ma Dudu signaled him to talk to Lin Weimin.

"This... Teacher Lin!"

Lin Weimin, who was dozing off in a chair, was woken up. Manager Qi had a smile on his face, "All the paintings are finished. There are 352 paintings in total, and the total price is 86475 yuan and 2 cents."

Lin Weimin yawned and asked, "Why is there still a fraction?"

Ma Dudu explained: "Mr. Lin, there are a few paintings by Liu Bingsen in here, and they cost 8 cents a square foot."

Lin Weimin was surprised, and looked at Ma Dudu, "Why does this man's paintings only sell for 6 cents a foot?"

Manager Qi looked embarrassed, "Mr. Liu is young, and his main focus is calligraphy."

"That's it!"

Lin Weimin didn't ask any more questions, stood up and said, "Then issue a ticket!"

Manager Qi and a few salesmen have been busy all morning, waiting for this moment, and they immediately beamed with joy.

The salesperson was busy issuing invoices, Lin Weimin unzipped the briefcase again, and poured out all the money inside.

"Here is 9 yuan. You send someone to bring some money. Once you have ordered the money, give me some change!"

Stacks of large groups fell on the table, as if hitting the hearts of everyone present. Such a picture is really visually impactful!

It's not that Manager Qi and the salespersons have never seen rich people. Those who can buy paintings in art shops these days are all in good condition, but it's the first time they have seen someone as bold and unrestrained as the young man in front of them.

Ma Dudu, on the other hand, stared blankly at the pile of hill-like great unity, with only one thought in mind.

Great writer, what the hell is making money!
After recovering, Ma Dudu came over and said in a low voice: "Mr. Lin, the money you brought is very accurate."

Lin Weimin laughed, "What the fuck!"

He opened his leather jacket, revealing stacks of foreign exchange certificates in his inner pocket, "You think I'm a god? With a lot of money, of course I have enough confidence."

Ma Dudu swallowed, and looked away from the stacks of foreign exchange certificates with difficulty.

One piece of Datuan is 1000 yuan, a pack is only 9 yuan, and [-] yuan is packed into a briefcase. The visual impact is certainly strong.

The stacks of foreign exchange certificates in Lin Weimin's arms looked inconspicuous, but the face value was indeed 100 yuan, and the value of the stacks of foreign exchange certificates was higher than that of the briefcase.

The money has been counted, the change has been found, the invoice has been issued, the paintings have been packed and arranged, and the money and goods are settled.

But facing these hundreds of paintings, Ma Dudu was in a dilemma, how can they be transported back!

At this time, Manager Qi said with interest: "Where does this Mr. Lin live? I will coordinate a car and send these paintings to your home."

Ma Dudu's concept was subverted again. It turned out that the state-owned store also provided door-to-door delivery services.

An hour later, Ma Dudu sat in the co-pilot of Old Gas and bumped all the way to Lin Weimin's quadrangle courtyard next to the Forbidden City.

He jumped out of the car with two salesmen from the Peace Painting Shop, and the two salesmen sat in the back of the car together.

The courtyard door of the courtyard was open, and Lin Weimin walked out of the courtyard, and stuffed a box of big front doors into the hands of two salesmen, "Trouble both of you."

"Mr. Lin, you are too polite!" The two salesmen, one middle and one young, smiled happily.

Without Lin Weimin's urging, he directly lifted the Yangjiang patent leather box containing the paintings and began to move them into the courtyard.

Lin Weimin and Ma Dudu were not idle either, they worked together to move a Yangjiang lacquered leather box to the courtyard, only the driver of the old GAZ was still sitting in the car, smoking a cigarette with a calm expression on his face.

Being a driver these days is so arrogant!
After moving more than a dozen Yangjiang patent leather boxes, several people were panting with exhaustion.

"Wait a minute, I'll get you some sodas."

As Lin Weimin said, he got up and walked to the sales department next to the exit of Baimixie Street, leaving Ma Dudu and two salesmen standing at the entrance of the courtyard.

One of the salesmen in his early twenties chatted up Ma Dudu and asked, "Just now I heard you call that Mr. Lin, what school is he from?"

Ma Dudu laughed and said, "Teacher Lin is not a teacher, but a writer!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Ma Dudu realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and immediately shut up.

The young salesman was touched by the middle-aged salesman, and he didn't ask any further questions.

After a few minutes, Lin Weimin came back with a few bottles of soda, "Come on, drink some soda, quench your thirst!"

"Thank you, Teacher Lin!"

Several people raised their necks and drank the soda in a few sips. The two salesmen stood up and said goodbye. Lin Weimin sent them to the car and waved goodbye.

Old Gaz's back truck was very bumpy, but it didn't hinder the conversation between the two salesmen.

"Hey, Lao Deng, did you hear that person say that just now? That Teacher Lin is a writer."

The middle-aged salesman who was called Lao Deng had a clear expression on his face, "Then do you know who he is?"

The young salesperson shook his head, "I don't know, you know?"

Old Deng looked contemptuously, "Why don't you say that you are ignorant all day long."

"Can we still talk?" The young man pretended to be unhappy.

Old Deng Hun didn't care, and continued to ask: "Do you know who that person is?"

The young man was finally aroused by him, and he didn't bother to raise an argument, and asked, "You really know? Who is he?"

Old Deng had a look of color on his face, "The writer surnamed Lin is in Yanjing, and he is still young. I only know one person who can spend so much money to buy paintings at once."

The young man was so anxious because of his appetite, "Don't be foolish, you said it, who is it?"

"Lin Weimin!"

"Lin Weimin?" The young man paused for a moment to think, "Why does this name sound so familiar?"

Lao Deng shook his head helplessly and reminded: "The Cliff."

The young man suddenly realized, "That's right, I remembered, the writer who wrote "The Cliff", that TV series is really exciting!"

His expression was amazed, "It's really him?"

Old God Deng is there, "I can guarantee with my head that it must be him!"

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help recalling the scene of Lin Weimin pouring money on the table with a briefcase in the Peace Painting Shop.

As a writer, how rich is he!
Looking at the old Gas going away, Lin Weimin said to Ma Dudu: "Dudu, today is really thanks to you."

"Mr. Lin, don't be polite to me. I have opened my eyes to you today."

Ma Dudu's words came from the bottom of his heart. Today he has seen what it means to spend a lot of money.

He is now the editor of "Youth Literature", and he has published several works himself, and his income can be regarded as the highest among the group of people in this year.

But in the past two days, he still felt a deep gap with Mr. Lin.

The two exchanged a few words, and Ma Dudu said again: "I don't think your house is occupied by anyone?"

"Yeah, it's been empty since I bought it, and I haven't cleaned it up much."

Ma Dudu shook his head inwardly. Mr. Lin said before that his family lived in a small courtyard in Shichahai, but now there is such a secondary courtyard next to the Forbidden City.

His eyes unconsciously looked to the northeast, where he could just see the turrets of the Forbidden City, such a beautiful house, so empty, what a waste of money!

He continued: "If you want to collect paintings in the house in your yard, it's best to ensure the temperature and humidity. It's okay to keep it for a short time now, but it won't work for a long time."

Lin Weimin nodded, "I've thought about this too, I'll put my thoughts here for now, and I'll buy a house later, tidy it up, and store all these paintings there."

Ma Dudu: ...I'll talk too much.

"Besides, there should be someone to help live with so many paintings." Ma Dudu suggested again.

Lin Weimin rubbed his chin, Ma Dudu's suggestion was right, he should find someone, who should he find?

(End of this chapter)