1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 266 "Eight Directions"

In the early morning of September, Leng Jiefang was waiting at the door of the editorial department of "Contemporary". At this moment, everyone had not come to work, and he stood alone at the door of the office, his figure was bleak.

After finally waiting for someone to come, he entered the office.

In fact, the door of the office is not locked, but the staff is not there, and it is inconvenient for outsiders to enter under such circumstances.

Lin Weimin walked into the office carrying a bag, and saw Leng Jiefang sitting at his desk, holding a cup of tea in his hand, a bit like a well-behaved elementary school student.

"Liberation is here, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Lin!" Leng Jiefang stood up and called out. After Lin Weimin sat down, he said, "It's nothing serious, I just want to tell you that it's okay, I have to go back."

This time, Leng Jiefang was good at learning, and he didn't give Mr. Lin a chance to stop him from speaking.

Lin Weimin's expression was calm, showing a relaxed smile, "So fast?"

"Yeah, it's really fast!"

"How is it? Where is the manuscript written?"

Leng Jiefang said: "There are still tens of thousands of words left, and it should be almost the same after going back and writing for a month or two."

"Oh, the progress is still good. How is it? After coming out for such a long time, the family members are waiting anxiously, right?"

Leng Jiefang nodded, "I'm a little anxious."

"It's time to go back. After being out for such a long time, the family can't take care of me, and work is also delayed."

Hearing Lin Weimin's words, Leng Jiefang was secretly happy that he could finally go home.

"In a flash, you have stayed in Yanjing for more than 20 days. Go back and prepare for your family to buy something?"

Speaking of this matter, Leng Jiefang showed a bit of a smile on his face, "They are all Yanjing specialties, thanks to the subsidy from the editorial department."

He came to Yanjing this time purely for personal reasons. He even asked for more than 20 days of leave, and his salary would definitely be discounted. If there was no subsidy of two yuan a day from the editorial department, he would not only have no money to buy things for his family, but would go back. It's not good to deal with your wife.

Speaking of this, Lin Weimin's expression was a bit regretful, "It's a pity to say it, but in fact, if you can deliver the manuscript these few days, and you can return to your hometown with a large amount of manuscript fee, it will really be homecoming!"

Leng Jiefang thought about that, but it was a pity that there was not enough time. His heart moved, and he asked, "Mr. Lin, if my novel is published, how much will I get for the manuscript?"

Lin Weimin thought for a while, and said, "Your novel now exceeds 30 words, right? That's 40 words. I discussed it with Lao Qin before, and the manuscript fee is six yuan per thousand words. What do you think?"

In 1980, the government restored the standard of remuneration to the level of more than ten years ago. The manuscript was raised to three to ten yuan per thousand words, and the translation was two to seven yuan per thousand words. At the same time, the remuneration for the number of copies was restored.

The remuneration standard of the Guowen Society is also based on this standard, which is why there is a saying of "ten yuan for a thousand characters at the top".

Leng Jiefang had no publishing experience before the novel he is writing now, and the price of six yuan per thousand characters is very suitable for his current qualifications.

Lin Weimin's fee for the first manuscript was even lower than this.

Six yuan for a thousand characters, 40 characters, that is four hundred times six...

Leng Jiefang calculated silently in his heart, and came up with a number that made him extremely excited.

Two thousand and four hundred yuan!

It's more than his salary for working for three years without eating or drinking!

Leng Jiefang's throat was a little itchy, and he touched his trouser line with his hand, "There are so many!"

Lin Weimin nodded slightly, "It's quite a lot. I originally planned to give you the manuscript fee bill after you handed in the manuscript. I don't know when I will have to wait this time!"

Leng Jiefang was puzzled, "Mr. Lin, do you have to wait for a long time?"

"Of course. Think about it. During this period of time in the hostel, you have nothing to do but we editors to guide you, and you only wrote [-] to [-] words. If you go home, you will not only have to work, but also take care of your family. Writing efficiency It’s definitely not going to be fast, I guess it’s fast to write this content in three months.

At that time, you have to send it to our editorial department, and we need to review the manuscript several times. This time will take at least half a month. If you have accumulated a lot of manuscripts, you will have to queue up, maybe a month.

Then you have to wait for the page, yours is a big novel, we can publish one in one issue..."

Speaking of this, Lin Weimin called out to Rong Shihui: "Mr. Rong, how many novels have we lined up now?"

Rong Shihui raised his head, raised his eyebrows through the reading glasses, and said with a smile, "I remember it was three parts, right?"

"Three volumes, we are a bimonthly magazine, and three novels are six months. This is not counting the novels we received that may be published during the period you have not finished writing. They will be sent to the editorial department before you, and they must be sent to the editorial department first." published by you.

In this way..."

Lin Weimin pinched his fingers, frowned, and then sighed, "It will take a year at least!"

Leng Jiefang listened to Lin Weimin's calculations, and felt terrified, "Will you wait so long?"

"That's right. There's nothing you can do about it. You revised the manuscript in the editorial department and handed it to us face to face. After working for so long, the leader will definitely not let you go home empty-handed.

But if you go home and finish writing and then hand it over, then you can only do business.but……"

Lin Weimin patted Leng Jiefang on the shoulder, "It doesn't matter, as long as the novel is finished, the manuscript fee will definitely not be bad, so don't worry, it's just earlier and later!"

What is earlier and later?That's a whole year!Leng Jiefang yelled in his heart.

And from what Mr. Lin said just now, one year is a conservative estimate.

Leng Jiefang was anxious, no, why wait another year for the money that can be obtained immediately?
The money is in my hands and put in the bank, the interest alone is 132 yuan a year, which is equivalent to my two months' salary.

Leng Jiefang did a quick calculation in his mind, the fool only had to wait a year.

"Ms. Lin, actually I..."

Lin Weimin looked at Leng Jiefang, waiting for his words.

"I think writing in the hostel is really efficient. If I stay in the hostel for another half a month, I should be able to finish the novel."

Lin Weimin looked surprised, "Really? Does our hostel still have this function? Usually, these bastards say that they don't feel at ease revising manuscripts on the third floor, so they just go out to play when they have nothing to do."

Leng Jiefang smiled awkwardly, Mr. Lin, why didn't you answer?

After stretching the cold for a while, Lin Weimin said, "Then why don't you stay upstairs for a few more days and finish writing the manuscript?"

Leng Jiefang nodded hurriedly, "This arrangement is very good, I will listen to you!"

"Aren't you going to delay work?" Lin Weimin asked with concern.

Leng Jiefang shook his head, "No delay!"

"The family can't complain, right?" Lin Weimin asked again with concern.

Leng Jiefang shook his head again, with a firm tone, "No, I definitely understand."

Now Lin Weimin seems relieved, "That's good, I'm afraid you will delay your work and family because of your creation!"

"No, no."

Lin Weimin patted Leng Jiefang on the shoulder with a gratified expression, "It's fine if you don't delay. Write hard in the guest house, try to finish the novel as soon as possible, and bring the manuscript fee to reunite with your family!"

Sensing Teacher Lin's eager expectation, Leng Jiefang nodded heavily, "Thank you Teacher Lin for your concern!"

"Don't be so polite. I'm your editor, you're my author, I don't take care of you, who takes care of you?"

Leng Jiefang was filled with emotion.

"Mr. Lin, then I'll go back upstairs first."

"Do you need me to ask for leave from the unit?"

"No, I'll ask for leave by myself."

"it is good."

Watching Leng Jiefang leave the office, colleagues shook their heads.

Another victim!
Lin Weimin put a box of Daqianmen on Rong Shihui's desk.

"Mr. Rong, you've improved!"

Rong Shihui wiped his hand on the table, smiling like an old fox who stole a chicken, "Make progress together, make progress together!"

Several other colleagues looked at each other, feeling that Lao Rong and Lin Weimin stayed together, and the more they learned, the worse they got!
At this time Tong Zhonggui just walked into the office.

"Little Tong is here!" Lin Weimin was in a good mood at the moment, and asked with a smile.

"Mr. Lin!" Tong Zhonggui greeted Lin Weimin, and politely greeted the editors.

"Little Tong is so polite!" Liu Yin sighed.

When Tong Zhonggui came to the office, the first thing he did was to work, and he was very diligent.

After working all morning, everyone chatted in the office after lunch.

Liu Yin chatted with Yao Shuzhi, and couldn't help comparing him with Lin Weimin, who had just joined the editorial department a few years ago, and finally came to a conclusion, with a subtle expression on his face.

I don't know if it's because of her pregnancy recently, Yao Shuzhi has become more and more similar to Liu Yin's style, especially in arranging and leading this business behind the scenes, becoming more proficient.

Tong Zhonggui took out the manuscript from his schoolbag and handed it to Lin Weimin, "Mr. Lin, this is a manuscript that has been revised according to your opinion. Could you please help me to read it again?"

Lin Weimin took the manuscript with a chuckle, "Why are you being so polite?"

After quickly going through the manuscript, Lin Weimin nodded affirmatively: "Xiao Tong, your understanding is really good, and you only revised it twice."

Tong Zhonggui was overjoyed when he heard Lin Weimin's words, "Mr. Lin, my novel...can be published?"

"Don't worry, I'm not the only reviewer!"

Lin Weimin said and handed the manuscript to his colleagues.

Although Lin Weimin said so, Tong Zhonggui knew that the publication of his novel must be a certainty.

He has been in the editorial department for more than a month, and he has never seen a manuscript passed by Mr. Lin be rejected.

This is "Contemporary"!

Thinking that his novel would be published on it soon, Tong Zhonggui trembled with excitement.

Zhu Changsheng smiled and said, "Our magazine has published another young author. Xiao Tong is only twenty this year, right?"

Tong Zhonggui nodded and said, "Well, I was born in [-]."

Everyone sighed, and Liu Yin said, "Another Lin Weimin!"

This sentence made Tong Zhonggui blush, "Miss Liu, don't embarrass me, how can I compare with Teacher Lin!"

"Why can't you compare? He doesn't have more arms and legs than you? Xiao Tong, you are the future star of our editorial department, so you can't lose your momentum!"

Under Liu Yin's sugar-coated shells, Tong Zhonggui completely lost his resistance, and could only keep grinning silly.

"For the sake of the people, come here!" While everyone was chatting happily, Meng Weizai raised his head at the door.

Everyone gloats, and the general old Meng is called Lin Weimin, so he must be planning to arrange some work.

Lin Weimin stood up helplessly and came to Meng Weizai's office, "Leader, what instruction?"

Meng Weizai said: "There is no instruction, there is an invitation to contribute..."

Lin Weimin knew that if Meng Weizai could come to Meng Weizai and let him speak out, there would be no way to refuse the invitation to contribute.

Lin Weimin looked puzzled, "Leader, you know that I just finished writing "Lover"..."

A writer is a bit like an old hen, it takes a while for the eggs to hatch.

"Don't rush to refuse." Meng Weizai waved his hand, and then explained to Lin Weimin in detail.

It turned out that this invitation to contribute was sent by a literary magazine called "Bafang" in Xiangjiang.

To be precise, "Bafang" is not actually a literary magazine, and it is clearly written in the publication that its full name is "Bafang Literature and Art Series".

Xiangjiang scholar Zheng Shusen and poet Dai Tian first organized this publication. They hoped to use "Bafang" to build a platform and bridge for writers and literary circles on both sides of the Taiwan Strait to interact. Support, including many pro-inland people in Xiangjiang, they will help to solicit manuscripts from the mainland.

This time the person who extended the invitation to Lin Weimin was Mr. Luo Fu, a heavyweight in the Xiangjiang cultural circle.

Mr. Luo Fu's official status in Xiangjiang is the deputy editor-in-chief of "Ta Kung Pao" and the editor-in-chief of "New Evening News". He is a pivotal figure in the media circle of Xiangjiang.

Last year, due to unspeakable events, he returned to Yanjing and has been living in seclusion.

This time, I was commissioned by "Ba Fang" to ask Lin Weimin for a draft.

It is much more difficult to run a literary magazine in Xiangjiang than in today's mainland, and the funds are not abundant.

After several years of development, the literary world in the mainland is now thriving. "Bafang" has also noticed this momentum, so it pays attention to inquire, hoping to publish the works of some mainland writers, and Lin Weimin, who has risen rapidly in recent years, has become one of them. focus of attention.

"The call is to Lao Yan!"

Meng Weizai added a sentence at the end, which translates to: It’s not easy for a big leader to refuse, so you just follow.

Lin Weimin said helplessly, "I have no inspiration!"

He thought for a while, and suggested, "Why don't you give "Lover" to them?"

Meng Weizai pondered: "Not too good?"

"What's wrong? Actually, you don't really want to post "Lover", do you?"

"No, I didn't say that, don't talk nonsense!"

It's a good one to deny San Lian, Lin Weimin was just guessing at first, but seeing Meng Weizai's guilty conscience, he couldn't be more clear.

Lin Weimin pretended to be sad, and said, "Oh! My heart is set on the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch!"

Meng Weizai begged for forgiveness: "You also have to understand us."

"What do you understand? We have also become a 'National Magazine'?" Lin Weimin teased.

"It's a family after all!"

Meng Weizai felt that Lin Weimin couldn't be allowed to mess around, so he made up his mind and said, "That's it, let's do it together."

"Send it together?"

"That's right, let's post it together!" Meng Weizai emphasized again, "Your novel hasn't been published yet, so posting it with them is a way of saving face. Our magazine is posting it as usual, so there's nothing to say this time, right?"

What can Lin Weimin say if he earns two times for a manuscript?

He can't wait!
(End of this chapter)