1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 254 I, You Understand

The return trip took a day, and it happened to be morning when the train arrived in Yanjing, so everyone went home and took a rest for a day before going to work.

After separating from his colleagues, Lin Weimin sent Shi Tiesheng home first. Seeing his son come back, Shi's father was finally relieved of his nervousness.

I just don't know how the old man would feel if he knew that Lin Weimin used Shi Tiesheng as a death squad to rampage on the basketball court?
The biggest possibility is to put up a sign at the gate of No. 26 Lama Temple Street, and write "Lin Weimin and dogs are not allowed to enter."

After seeing off Shi Tiesheng, Lin Weimin went home and had a good rest for the day.

Early the next morning, I rode my motorcycle to work.

Just now at the gate of the Guowen Society compound, I was about to say hello to my colleagues who had just arrived, when I saw a familiar figure squatting at the gate of the Guowen Society. Seeing Lin Weimin coming, I immediately stood up and stopped Lin Weimin's motorcycle.

"Where did you die all these days?"

Lin Weimin almost thought that he lost his memory and married a shrew, but during this time, he was out fooling around.

Looking at the resentment on Wang Shuo's face, he asked puzzledly, "What's your situation?"

Wang Shuo had a complicated expression on his face. Seeing his embarrassed face, Lin Weimin knew that something must have happened, and it was not easy to say it in front of everyone.

"Come on, follow me to the office."

When we came to the office, before everyone came, Lin Weimin poured Wang Shuo a cup of hot tea.

"Okay, tell me, what's going on?"

Wang Shuo looked at Lin Weimin with a complex expression again, and he waited for a long time before he could hold back a word.

"Have you ever opened your mouth?"

"Hey? How dare you run away and scold me? Believe it or not, blow you out?"

After defeating Wang Shuo's arrogance, Lin Weimin stopped asking questions while drinking tea.

After letting him dry for a while, Wang Shuo couldn't stand it anymore.

"Xie Jing has been arrested!"

Lin Weimin was not surprised, "How long was the sentence?"

"Half a year."

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "It's good, just take it as a shelter from the limelight."

Wang Shuo was furious, "You gloat."

"Be content. If he catches up one month later, it will be ten years from the start, do you believe it?"

Wang Shuo stopped talking.

This year is an eventful one, a time when a thunderstorm is brewing.

That's why Lin Weimin said that it was a good thing that Xie Jing was arrested at this time, and he was sentenced to half a year lightly, and he will be a good man when he comes out.

Wang Shuo sat on the chair dejectedly, like a lost dog.

Lin Weimin then asked: "Can't we continue the business?"

"Nonsense! I almost folded it inside, and what a fart!"

"What are you going to do next?"

"do not know."

Wang Shuo looked dazed, although he usually looked fearless, but growing up in the compound, he was the most cowardly group of people, and he would talk loudly.

Something happened to Xie Jing, almost scared him silly.In the past, I always felt that there were connections and connections behind me, and it didn't matter if something happened.

But this time Xie Jing really went in, he was completely dumbfounded.

The most important thing is that after Xie Jing was arrested, he was fined a huge amount of money, which was so big that he lost all the profits from the two people's speculation.

Wang Shuo didn't hesitate when taking the money, but he couldn't help regretting it afterwards.

He should save some for himself, and now his life has become a problem.

Now that the wind is raging outside, he can't do anything about the law and discipline in his head.

I also quit my job.

After staying at home for several days, Wang Shuo thought of what Lin Weimin had said to him.

What a god!
So he went to the Guowen Society to find Lin Weimin, but unexpectedly, he was going to Yantai to hold a pen meeting.

Wang Shuo just waited for a week at the entrance of the Guowen Society.

Lin Weimin looked at Wang Shuo's appearance, and couldn't help jokingly said, "What's the matter? Master Shuo, are you down?"

Now Wang Shuo couldn't pretend anymore, and said with a mournful face, "Don't make fun of me!"

Lin Weimin laughed twice.

At this time, Rong Shihui walked into the office, followed by He Qizhi.

Colleagues came in one by one, and it was not convenient to say something.

Lin Weimin picked up a [-]-character manuscript paper on the table and threw it in front of Wang Shuo.

"What do you mean?"

"Looking at you like this, I guess you won't be able to hang out anymore. Come hang out with me, at least you can make a living!"

Lin Weimin's tone seemed to be that Gao Qiqiang was accepting his younger brother.

Wang Shuo waved the manuscript paper in his hand, emotionally, "Who do you think you are?"

Lin Weimin said calmly: "Eight yuan for a thousand words. If you think about it, it will cost 1000 yuan to publish a novella!"

The manuscript waving in the air stopped there, Wang Shuo blushed, the veins on his forehead burst out, and said, "It's not about money..."

"Mainly... I just like literature."

Then came some difficult words, such as "This is what you begged me", "I don't even read other magazines", "I don't pay for the manuscript when I write novels", etc., which attracted the eyes of other colleagues in the office. .

Lin Weimin frowned and said, "That's enough, that's enough, it's endless, when can I hand in the manuscript?"

As soon as he finished his big talk, when he heard that Lin Weimin was going to be serious, he mentioned "handing in the manuscript", and Wang Shuo started talking about it again.

"Weimin, I, you understand. I am a person who has very high self-demand for creation, and the manuscript must be written until I am satisfied..."

"That's half a month."

Lin Weimin didn't give Wang Shuo a chance to continue, his eyes widened, as if he wanted to argue a few words.

"What's the matter? Master Shuo, can you do it?"

Lin Weimin's tone reminded Wang Shuo of the summer afternoon in the first year of junior high school.

Standing in the public toilet of the school, the water stains from the opposite side had already sprayed onto his trousers, with a smug expression on his face.

And he, Wang Shuo, a man, must not be cowardly at this time.

It's like taking off your pants and taking out a water gun to sweep towards the opposite side frantically that day.

Wang Shuo stood up abruptly, flicking the manuscript paper in his hand.

"Wait! The manuscript will be delivered in half a month!"

After speaking, walk away!

Several colleagues who had just entered the office looked at each other, and everyone seemed to have seen an interesting scene again.

Why did the development of things always become weird when he came to Lin Weimin?

"For the people?" Rong Shihui called out.

Lin Weimin looked at him.

"Just now... drafting?"

"En!" Lin Weimin hummed.

He Qizhi couldn't help asking: "You usually compose manuscripts like this?"

"That's not true, this thing... divides people." Lin Weimin explained.

Everyone nodded knowingly.

So, Weimin was able to become the deputy editor-in-chief so quickly, thanks to this skill?
learnt!
Lin Weimin didn't know what his colleagues had learned, he only knew that he had recruited another strong general.

Tut tut...

Regardless of how others criticize, the quality of Wang Shuo's works cannot be questioned.

Some people may not understand Wang Shuo's blasphemy of elite culture, some people object to Wang Shuo's unscrupulous mockery of traditional spirit, and some people are angry at Wang Shuo's playing with words and using literature as a trick to play with life.

But everyone must admit the fact that Wang Shuo's works have influenced a whole generation.

Teacher Lin is very pleased that such a writer with a unique status in the history of Chinese literature can embark on the path of literature with his good words and persuasion.

Today's teacher Lin has made outstanding contributions to Chinese literature.

Colleagues came to work one after another, and the office became lively, and the topic was naturally inseparable from the just-concluded "Yantai PEN Conference".

Everyone talked about the interesting things that happened during the PEN meeting with relish, and it was natural that Lin Weimin wrote about the inspection again and made fun of it, without any respect for the leader.

After chatting for a long time, Meng Weizai appeared and called everyone to the front building for a meeting.

The grand pen meeting is over. For this pen meeting, "Contemporary" spent a lot of money, and the Guowen Society did not contribute money, but it made a lot of connections.

All the efforts are still for the manuscript, and the focus of the discussion at the meeting is naturally the manuscript.

The quality of several manuscripts created during the PEN meeting was highly affirmed by Wei Junyi, the editor-in-chief, which is equivalent to determining the success of the PEN meeting.

For "Contemporary", with this successful case, it will be easier to apply for and operate the PEN in the future.

The next question discussed is the follow-up of the works that the writers participating in the PEN Conference are conceiving and creating.

All writers are responsible for editing. Wei Junyi asked about the situation one by one. When it was Lin Weimin's turn, he thought about Cheng Zhongshi and Lu Yao's big star for him.

When it was his turn to describe Cheng Zhongshi and Lu Yao's works, Lin Weimin hesitated and said, "This... I can't say well either!"

Wei Junyi frowned and asked: "Why can't you say it? When will the manuscript be delivered? After all, there must be an approximate deadline, right?"

Thinking that the two of them planned for themselves brilliant masterpieces with millions of words, Lin Weimin said: "Editor-in-Chief, I actually think that we can't put too much pressure on the authors. I will definitely not take it lightly. Everyone must have this idea of ​​being entrusted by others and being loyal to others..."

Wei Junyi sensed a trace of uneasiness from Lin Weimin's words.

At this time, Lin Weimin continued: "Editor-in-chief, I, you understand. I have always cherished the authors under me..."

"Pfft!"

Everyone followed the prestige, Yao Shuzhi and Zhu Changsheng smiled apologetically at everyone, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Lin Weimin ignored the interruptions of the two, "I think the time limit for submission of manuscripts varies from person to person. Lao Cheng and Lu Yao both belong to the category of playing drums and not using heavy hammers..."

"Okay, okay!" Wei Junyi interrupted him impatiently, and said with a frown: "If you can't hand it in for the time being, you can say you can't hand it in. Why are you looking for so many subjective reasons? Why do you love the author so much that you ran to this table?" Gong is here? Can Lu Yao agree with you when he finds out?"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Everyone laughed mockingly in the meeting room, and everyone finally broke through Wei Junyi's serious complaints.

If we want to say who can rule the monkey grandson Lin Weimin in the Guowen Society, we still have to look at Mrs. Wei!

Everyone looked at Lin Weimin together, and an idea came to mind at the same time.

How did your eight-centimeter-wide mouth say such shameless words?

(End of this chapter)