1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 262 The Undeniable Black Room
The green radishes on the window sill of the office are a little wilted, similar to the state of the editors who are working hard in the office.

In late August, the weather in Yanjing was still hot and people panicked.

Tong Zhonggui was sitting at Lin Weimin's desk, listening to Teacher Lin's teaching seriously.

"With the above sentence, this paragraph is actually very redundant, and it will only look cumbersome if you put it on. Just delete it. Sometimes, it's not that the more you write, the better, and one sentence may be enough... "

Tong Zhonggui nodded frequently, feeling that he had benefited a lot.

During the summer vacation, he came to the editorial department of "Contemporary" almost every day, busy behind Lin Weimin, doing chores, dirty work, and tiring work, but he also gained a lot.

With the unique condition of working in the editorial department of "Contemporary", he has been trying to create novels during this period of time. With the words and deeds of a group of editors, Tong Zhonggui feels that he has made rapid progress.

After Lin Weimin finished speaking, Tong Zhonggui refilled his teacup with some winking hot water.

Then he took out a manuscript with a slightly shy expression on his face.

"Ms. Lin, this is a manuscript I wrote recently, can I trouble you to read it for me if you have time?"

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Yo, Xiaotong is not bad, there will be a work so soon."

"I just covered my head and wrote blindly, and I didn't have any rules."

Lin Weimin took over Su Tong's manuscript. It was a short story, titled "Memento in the Mulberry Garden". It was not long, and it took Lin Weimin a short time to finish it.

Tong Zhonggui's expression was somewhat expectant and apprehensive, "Mr. Lin, what do you think?"

Lin Weimin put his finger on the manuscript paper and tapped, which aggravated Tong Zhonggui's anxiety.

After waiting for a while, Lin Weimin said, "Well written!"

Tong Zhonggui's face suddenly showed a bit of joy. After getting along with Mr. Lin for so long, although he is always approachable, he has always been very strict in reviewing manuscripts.

Among the manuscripts he comes into contact with, if he can get a "good" evaluation, it basically means that there is hope for publication in "Contemporary".

"Can it be published in "Contemporary"?" Tong Zhonggui asked with some expectation in his heart.

"On "Contemporary"..."

The few seconds of Lin Weimin's hesitation were extremely long for Tong Zhonggui.

"If you change it properly, it should be about the same."

Tong Zhonggui said excitedly: "Thank you Teacher Lin, thank you Teacher Lin..."

Lin Weimin waved his hand and said, "Hey, hey, listen to me clearly, it must be on the basis of being qualified."

"I know, I know, I will definitely change it!" Tong Zhonggui said hastily.

Liu Yin next to him smiled and said, "Little Tong, don't be too happy. It's not a good thing to revise the manuscript under your teacher Lin!"

The other colleagues in the office couldn't help smiling, and Tong Zhonggui also laughed.

He has been in the editorial department for several days, so he naturally knows some of Mr. Lin's "special hobbies".

Mr. Lin likes to drag the author he is optimistic about to the guest house on the third floor of the back building of the Guowen Society, and lock him in a small black room to revise the manuscript.

This seemingly inhumane way is Tong Zhonggui's dream.

He felt that not only him, but any young man with a literary dream in his heart would not be able to refuse Mr. Lin's little black room, right?
"My reputation is what ruined you a little bit!" Lin Weimin joked.

Yao Shuzhi held a piece of biscuit in her mouth, and said, "You still use us to ruin your reputation?"

A few days ago, she just found out that she was pregnant, and she immediately had a big appetite.

"Eat less, if you continue to eat like this, Zheng Guo will cry to death!"

"I want you to take care of it!" Yao Shuzhi gave Lin Weimin a big roll of his eyes.

The atmosphere in the office is relaxed, and the talking and laughing among the colleagues makes the sleepiness in the afternoon disappear, and the expressions on everyone's faces are vivid.

Lin Weimin inexplicably thought of the article "Half an Hour for Lunch" written by Shi Tiesheng, how it fit the scene in front of him!
Dangdang!
There was a knock on the door, and everyone looked over.

Flat-headed, round-faced, round-neck shirts, and shorts can be called flat-headed brothers.

"I thought you didn't dare to come!" Lin Weimin teased.

"What can I not dare to come?"

Wang Shuo stepped into the office with a figure of eight, showing arrogance, and looked at Lin Weimin with a bit of disdain.

"Look at your virtue, is the manuscript finished?"

Wang Shuo did not answer him directly.

With a "snap", a [-]-character manuscript paper fell on the table.

Just like when this manuscript paper appeared half a month ago.

Only this time, the offensive and defensive momentum is different!

"Look, my editor-in-chief Lin Da!"

Wang Shuo's tone made people's teeth ache, and Lin Weimin wondered how this guy grew up from a young age, with the feeling of fists all over his body.

Lin Weimin picked up the scattered manuscript paper on the table, "If it is not at the level of publication..."

A warning between words is meant to be self-explanatory.

Wang Shuo was not afraid at all, and held his head up, "It can't be published, that's the problem of your "Contemporary"!"

"Look, you're crazy!"

Lin Weimin laughed secretly, stopped talking to Wang Shuo, and turned to the manuscript.

The novel is called "Stewardess", and it tells the love story between "I" and the flight attendant Ami, who is a veteran of the navy. The story ends with the flight attendant Ami dying in an air crash.

The whole story has a touch of romanticism, which is quite different from the style of Wang Shuo in later generations.

"Stewardess" is a novella, Lin Weimin didn't count it, the whole story is at least [-] to [-] words, after almost two hours of reading, Lin Weimin raised his head.

At this time, Wang Shuo was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed and a cup of hot tea in his hand. His face was flushed and he was chatting with his colleagues.

"you this……"

Lin Weimin suddenly made a sound, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Wang Shuo still had that cynical look, but his shivering calf pressed on his knee deeply betrayed him.

"Not good!"

Lin Weimin expressed his opinion.

A bit of disappointment flashed across Wang Shuo's face, and then he immediately pretended to be calm and yelled, "What's wrong? Will you watch it?"

Lin Weimin pulled his face, "You are the editor, I am the editor?"

Mr. Lin has been the deputy editor for such a long time, and he still has a bit of dignity when he is really serious.

Wang Shuo didn't dare to yell anymore, and muttered: "Don't do this with me, I don't know you yet!"

Lin Weimin stared at him, "Why don't you let me write it badly?"

Wang Shuo's aura was completely suppressed, and he resigned to his fate: "Say it, say it!"

Lin Weimin didn't talk too much nonsense, and threw the manuscript at him, "Too much nonsense, delete tens of thousands of words and bring it back!"

The chair let out a cry of being overwhelmed, and Wang Shuoteng stood up, "I think you just want to deduct my manuscript fee!"

Wang Shuo's expression at this time was like a dog picking up a bone with great difficulty and desperately protecting the food.

"I don't care about your three melons and two dates?"

The manuscript fee for a novella is at least a few hundred yuan, depending on the number of words and length, it can reach as much as one or two thousand yuan.

To say that these manuscript fees are three melons and two dates may be suspected of bragging in others, but for Mr. Lin, three melons and two dates are considered too much for him.

Wang Shuo glared at Lin Weimin indignantly, and Lin Weimin was also not to be outdone.

Tong Zhonggui on the side was still a student, who had never seen such a scene before, and trembled.

Even the colleagues in the office are a little worried, these two people won't work together, right?

Wang Shuo took a step forward angrily, making everyone's hearts tense.

"Then tell me, how to change it?"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately filled with contempt for Wang Shuo.

That's it?

Lin Weimin had the wisdom in his hands throughout the whole process. He knew the virtues of this guy too well, so he didn't worry at all.

"Didn't I tell you? Delete, delete all the useless nonsense."

Wang Shuo looked at the thick stack of manuscript paper, with a bit of distress in his eyes, it was all money!
"Really delete it?"

"What nonsense? Do you still want to publish it?"

Wang Shuo hesitated for a long time, then nodded.

"miss you!"

"Then delete it!"

What Lin Weimin said was categorical.

The expression on Wang Shuo's face was distorted, as if wearing a mask of pain.

Then, Lin Weimin didn't compete with Wang Shuo anymore, but patiently explained to Wang Shuo the reason why he asked Wang Shuo to cut down the novel.

The current length and content of "Stewardess" actually do not match. The main plot is the love story of two young people, but there are too many contents that have nothing to do with the main plot, and the branches are complicated, distracting the attraction that should belong to the main plot. .

"You have to understand that words serve the content, and pure words are meaningless. Take a look at the paragraphs I circled for you. Will deleting them have any effect?"

Wang Shuo looked at the annotations on the manuscript paper, and couldn't help but blushed. He couldn't get over his face, but he had to admit that Lin Weimin's job as an editor was not for nothing.

"Then I'll change it!"

Seeing that this bastard was finally convinced, Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "Don't think of writing as such a simple matter, anyone can do it, and the difficulty lies in your current problem. After passing this pass, you are qualified to embark on the road of writing."

Teacher Lin is professional in filling chicken soup.

Filling chicken soup, it doesn't matter whether your chicken soup tastes good or bad, the key is that you have to be able to open your mouth.

Now, Wang Shuo's mouth is so broken by Mr. Lin that he can't even close it.

Tong Zhonggui watched Wang Shuo's back leave, how arrogant he was when he came, and how humble he was when he left.

Recalling what Mr. Lin said to Wang Shuo just now, it seemed as if he was speaking to him.

It seems that us young creators all love to make this mistake!

(End of this chapter)