1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 256 This Name Is Good

Lin Weimin never imagined that the editor-in-chief of an authoritative literary magazine would do such a frenzied thing in order to save some manuscript fees.

"A few days ago, you invited dozens of people to visit the mountains and rivers, eat, drink and have fun. If you come to me, you will have no money?"

"It's all for the magazine. For the people, you are different from them. You are the son of our magazine!"

"Does my own son have to eat bran-swallowed vegetables? Second-married ones eat spicy food?" Lin Weimin's face was filled with grief and indignation.

Lao Tan almost nodded, "I didn't mean that. You are one of us, you have to think about the magazine! Your current manuscript fee is too high, and this is a long story. Once you pay your manuscript fee, we can You won't make any money."

Lin Weimin was furious, "Old Tan, I'm also a member of our editorial department, don't you feel bad when you say this?"

"Contemporary" now sells more than one million copies per issue, and the magazine is priced at 1 yuan. In the past, with sales of millions, Lin Weimin's manuscript fee for publishing a full-length novel was at most a few thousand yuan.

"Let it down! At least lower it!"

At this moment, Lao Tan was possessed by Mr. Tang, and kept chanting.

"What are you doing? I heard you two arguing outside!" Meng Weizai asked with his head poked.

Seeing the savior, Lin Weimin hurriedly said: "Old Meng, come here to comment. I have good intentions to publish the novel in our magazine, but Lao Tan wants to deduct my manuscript fee!"

Meng Weizai stared, "Is there such a thing?"

"That's not!"

"Old Tan, I'm not talking about you. Weimin is our own comrade, how can you treat him like this?"

Meng Weizai said something to Qin Chaoyang, and then turned to Lin Weimin.

"But it's for the people! You have to understand Lao Tan. Your current manuscript fee is too high. If the editorial department really pays you such a high manuscript fee, other authors may say something strange!"

Lin Weimin immediately became vigilant, "What do you mean?"

"Let it down! Even a little bit!"

Lin Weimin was furious, "You two...are the same breed!"

"You can't say that, we are all dedicated to the public!"

When Meng Weizai said this, Lin Weimin wanted to spit on him.

Seeing Lin Weimin's frowning coldness, he vowed to die.

Meng Weizai changed the subject and said: "That's it. You lower the manuscript fee, and I will fight for some other benefits for you!"

"What benefits?"

Meng Weizai looked at Tan Chaoyang, "Let Lao Tan go to the meeting in the future!"

this……

Lin Weimin admitted that he was moved.

Qin Chaoyang looked at Meng Weizai, his face was filled with surprise and grief of being betrayed by his comrades.

"Old Meng..."

Before Tan Chaoyang could refute, Meng Weizai waved his hand.

"Wei Min is usually so busy with work, Lao Tan, you should be considerate of him, after all, he doesn't own the editorial department alone!"

Lin Weimin just wanted to look up to the sky and laugh at this moment.

Heavenly law reincarnates, retribution is not good!
Old Qin, you have today too?

But just as the corner of his mouth grinned halfway, Lin Weimin suddenly realized, it's wrong!

Isn't this a fight between the snipe and the clam, and the fisherman benefits?

Looking at Lao Meng again, Lin Weimin couldn't help sighing in his heart: High!Worthy of being a leader!

"You arrange another assistant for me!"

Meng Weizai was taken aback, "Assistant? I don't even have a director with an assistant."

"That's because you're not busy enough. You and Lao Tan leave work to me all day long, and I have such a heavy workload!"

What Lin Weimin said was plausible, Meng Weizai pondered for a moment, and said, "There is no precedent for this in our company!"

"Assistant is just a way of saying it! You can't say that with the club, you just assign me one of the college student volunteers recruited by the club."

A few months ago, Lin Weimin's suggestion was adopted by the Chinese Literature Society, and the society did accept a group of college student volunteers.

However, almost all of them were assigned to the arranging room, frame design room, labor union and other departments to do odd jobs. Because of the professional nature of the work, each editing room did not assign special personnel. It was the editing room that needed people, so they were called two. Personal help.

Lin Weimin felt that his suggestion was purely to make wedding clothes for the society, and he felt a little unbalanced.

"This one……"

Meng Weizai hesitated for a long time before asking: "How much can you lower?"

"A dollar?"

"Can you be a little sincere?"

Lin Weimin yelled, "What's the matter? A thousand words will cost you one yuan. This is a long novel, and it costs a few hundred yuan!"

"Five yuan!" Meng Weizai was merciless.

Lin Weimin was shocked, "I'm so angry with you! No way! At most two yuan, no more."

"You don't understand the difficulty of this matter. If you become the editor-in-chief, I can assign you an editor-in-chief office.

The problem is that your level is not enough now, and it is quite difficult to assign someone to do chores for you..."

Meng Weizai began to complain about the difficulty of this operation, and at the end, Tu Qiong saw it, "Four yuan!"

"Three yuan! Only three yuan!" Lin Weimin's face was full of pain.

Meng Weizai slapped his thigh, "Okay, three yuan is three yuan!"

When "Tao Ma Ren" was published, the basic remuneration given to Lin Weimin by the agency was 15 yuan per thousand characters.

But now "Contemporary" generally sets the standard for most writers at less than ten yuan per thousand words, and ten yuan for the top line.

If a high price of 15 yuan per thousand characters is suddenly offered, there is a risk of disrupting the manuscript fee standard set by the editorial department.

This is also the reason why Qin Chaoyang and Meng Weizai kept asking Lin Weimin to lower the manuscript fee, not because the editorial department couldn't afford the manuscript fee.

The reduction to 12 yuan per thousand characters is acceptable to everyone.

For "Contemporary", the high manuscript fee must be a bit high, but after all, it is Lin Weimin's work.

Lin Weimin is not short of this manuscript fee, and it is not too much to provide him with a helper who does chores. Now he is responsible for most of the chores and administrative affairs of the editorial department, and he has not left behind the daily work of reviewing manuscripts. It's a little hard work.

Both parties got satisfactory results, and the atmosphere in the office was harmonious.

Only Tan Chaoyang cried silently, and when he thought of the meeting in the club, he couldn't help but be filled with remorse.

I'm so talkative, really!
Lin Weimin happily left Tan Chaoyang's office, a few hundred dollars for the manuscript was nothing to him.

The task of holding meetings in the club was left to Lao Tan. Except for the necessary meetings, he could save at least two days in this regard every month.

Let's have a young man who can help with chores, the life of this deputy editor is simply not too beautiful!
Just thinking about it makes me laugh out loud!
The next day, just a short while after Lin Weimin went to work, Meng Weizai called him to the office. At this time, there was a young man standing in the office.

"Director, what's the matter?"

Meng Weizai pointed at the young man, "I promised you yesterday."

Immediately, Lin Weimin's eyes lit up, and he almost went straight to the teeth. These are all good animals... a new force!
If you look closely, it's actually quite handsome.Of course, compared with Mr. Lin, it is still a little worse.

"Young man, what's your surname?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

The young man wore a pair of glasses and looked a bit bookish, "Hello, Teacher Lin, my surname is Tong, and my name is Tong Zhonggui. I am a junior at Yan Normal University, and I will be a senior at the beginning of school."

The young man didn't use Lin Weimin's nonsense, he started talking suddenly.

Lin Weimin looked at this young man and felt familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while.

"Where is your hometown?"

"From Suzhou."

"Suzhou? Suzhou is good. There is heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below..."

Meng Weizai interrupted Lin Weimin, saying: "Okay, don't talk about nothing. Xiao Tong will be your soldier in the future. He is on summer vacation now, and he can come to the club every day to do some work.

It will not work until the school starts, and they can only come three and a half days a week, depending on their course time. "

Lin Weimin nodded, "No problem."

Leading Tong Zhonggui out of Meng Weizai's office, Lin Weimin asked, "Do you usually write?"

"Write, write poetry."

"Oh, poet!"

Tong Zhonggui had a shy expression on his face, "There are forty people in our class, thirty-five of them claim to be poets, and the other five claim to be writers."

Lin Weimin couldn't help laughing, the young man is quite humorous!
But what Tong Zhonggui said is also true. Which college student these days doesn't have a dream of a poet in his heart?Literary dream?
"Just now I heard you said that you are from Yan Normal University. Coincidentally, I gave a speech at Yan Normal University before."

Tong Zhonggui nodded and said, "I know that time you went there caused a great commotion in our school, and many people skipped class to listen to your speech."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "From what you mean, you definitely didn't go."

Tong Zhonggui's face showed a bit of embarrassment, he didn't know how to answer Lin Weimin's question.

"It's okay, just kidding."

Lin Weimin knows that there are many young people who only love poetry these days, and they don't think much of other literary categories. I think Tong Zhonggui is also like this.

The two were talking and came to the editorial office.

Lin Weimin arranged the first job for Tong Zhonggui.

"Xiao Tong, you are familiar with the work of the editorial department these few days. The first job I arrange for you is to register all these submissions and then distribute them to the teachers. Is there any problem?"

Tong Zhonggui said loudly: "No problem!"

"Okay!" Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "Go to work."

Since Lin Weimin led Tong Zhonggui into the office, the eyes of several colleagues were on the two of them.

Liu Yin came over and asked in a low voice, "For the people, what's the situation?"

"The assistant I and Lao Meng want to come!"

Liu Yin glanced at him in surprise, "Just you? Assistant?"

"What's your look?"

"It's nothing, you said you want to match Lao Meng, so I will match you?"

"You still don't believe it?"

"I believe it's strange, you treat me like a three-year-old child, and Lao Meng can't wait to use you as the owner's livestock."

What the hell, bystanders know.

Lin Weimin pouted at Tong Zhonggui, "It's different, we are considered long-term workers no matter what. No, another animal came!"

Liu Yin was amused by him, "Your mouth is too bad!"

It's rare for Mengxin to come to the office, and everyone is very curious about Tong Zhonggui.

Tong Zhonggui had just worked for a few minutes, and several people surrounded him asking questions.

Now, they are not busy anymore.

After everyone's investigation, Tong Zhonggui's personal situation was cleaned up, and he even confessed that he had nephritis and sepsis when he was a child.

Lin Weimin was surprised when he heard that, the young man's vitality is tenacious enough.

Not bad, not bad, he must be a good hand at work.

"I like writing poetry? Have you published any works?" Yao Shuzhi asked.

"It's been posted. In the first half of the year, I posted a poem on "Flying Apsaras", and last month I published a series of poems on "Stars." Tong Zhonggui replied honestly.

Everyone immediately became interested. The college students who can come to the Chinese Literature Society to help are basically literature lovers, but not many of them can publish their works.

"Flying Apsaras" was originally called "Gansu Literature", and you can tell from the name that it belongs to the same level as "Yanjing Literature".

Founded in 50 and re-published in 81, it was renamed Feitian. It is an influential literary publication in Northwest China.

Not to mention "Xingxing", there are many poetry magazines in China, but "Xingxing" is the first one that is truly professional.

Being able to publish works in two publications with such popularity and influence, Tong Zhonggui's strength can be said to have moved away from literary lovers and turned to professional authors.

Zhu Changsheng rummaged through his desk, "Hey, I remember I was still reading those two "Stars" last month."

He searched for a while, found two magazines, and handed them to Tong Zhonggui excitedly.

"Xiao Tong, look, which issue your poem was published in? Let us all read it!"

Tong Zhonggui showed a bit of shyness on his face, and opened one of the "Stars", pointing to the name on the catalogue.

"This is what I wrote."

"Su Tong? What's your pen name?"

Lin Weimin, who was writing a letter with his head down, suddenly raised his head.

"Well. Originally, I used my real name when I submitted the manuscript. Later, I published a poem on "Flying Apsaras". After reading it, I felt that it was a bit rustic to print my real name directly on the publication, so I took this pseudonym." Tong Zhonggui said truthfully.

"Su Tong! What a good name!"

When everyone was not paying attention, Lin Weimin came over, and everyone heard his words and looked over.

(End of this chapter)