1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 267
The novel "Lover" is special in Lin Weimin's series of works, no matter in terms of content or encounter.

It's not good to bear the name of Guowenshe, because I can't let myself go like other literary magazines.

For example, "Everyone" published Mo Yan's "Feng*Fat*" back then. Just the title of the book was accused of being too obscene, and then the public opinion overwhelmingly criticized it, and finally even rose to personal attacks and attacks on Mo Yan. Political stance attack.

As a result, "Everyone" instead awarded Mo Yan the literary award of the year, not only the award, but also a bonus, which was not much, 10 yuan.

The 90 yuan in the 10s should be several million in 20 years.

Aren't you willing to scold?

Go on scolding!
Even if I bow my head, I lose.

It wasn't until a few years later, entering the millennium, that Mo Yan's novel, whose title and content were highly controversial, gained widespread affirmation.

"Leader, how do you calculate the manuscript fee?"

Meng Weizai glared at Lin Weimin angrily, "I really can't forget your manuscript fee at any time!"

"Then what's the matter, I rely on this thing to eat!" Lin Weimin muttered.

"5 meters per word."

Lin Weimin rolled his eyes and said, "Leader, this price is calculated according to Xiangjiang's market, isn't it a bit low?"

"Do you still know the market of Xiangjiang?" Meng Weizai asked in surprise.

"I don't know." Lin Weimin simply shook his head.

Meng Weizai laughed angrily at him, "If you dare to love you, you can rely on Meng?"

"Just say it, right?"

From Meng Weizai's introduction of the background of "Bafang" just now, Lin Weimin generally knew that this publication probably didn't have much money.

Moreover, Xiangjiang is basically a literary desert in later generations, and it is because some old-school literati wandered in Xiangjiang in the first half of this century that Hong Kong has become a bit literary in the past few decades.

However, after entering the 90s, this kind of style quickly dissipated.

The 80s should be regarded as the last glory of Xiangjiang literature.

Meng Weizai couldn't lie, "It's really low!"

"But it's higher than what you get now, right?"

The "now" that Meng Weizai refers to is the royalties paid by Lin Weimin for his publications in the Mainland.

"Leader, you can't compare like this. Xiangjiang, that's capitalism, shouldn't I pay more for the manuscript? This is also earning foreign exchange for the country, and it belongs to contributing to the construction of the great motherland!"

"Go, go, go! Full of weird words!" Meng Weizai impatiently began to yell at Lin Weimin.

As a leader, it is a basic skill to turn your face when you say it.

Anyway, we have finished discussing the manuscript, so we are not afraid of Lin Weimin jumping again.

Lin Weimin left smiling (ma) like (ma) laughing (lie) like (lie).

On the weekend of the next day, Lin Weimin made an appointment with Ma Dudu, went to a foreign trade store to scan the goods, and spent more than 1 yuan.

After a busy day, Lin Weimin invited Ma Dudu to dinner. Compared with the extravagant spending in the morning, the lunch was much simpler. Mr. Lin invited Ma Dudu to Fengze Garden, an old restaurant in Yanjing.

Last time, because of posting Lin Weimin's "Chasing the Murderer", Ma Dudu gave the editorial head of "Youth Literature" a face, and now he is doing well in the editorial department.

When Lin Weimin called him out this time, he was so happy that he ran and jumped.

For no other reason than Mr. Chong Lin's help in his career, Ma Dudu has to come here.

What's more, coming out with Mr. Lin is really enlightening!
It can cost tens of thousands or tens of thousands, and capitalists in the old society didn't have such a way of buying. Ma Dudu was full of admiration and admiration for Lin Weimin.

He usually likes to juggle with antiques, but he mainly focuses on looking at them. He pretends to be learning, but in fact he has no money.

Even if he has money, he will definitely not buy calligraphy and painting, this thing is too expensive.

It looks inconspicuous, a few yuan per foot, but if it is really a painting, just a sketch will be worth his salary for a month or two.

Is this something he can play?
Only a big Wenhao like Mr. Lin who is not short of money can afford it.

In the 80s, the domestic antique collection industry was still in a downturn. On the contrary, modern calligraphy and painting, compared with the income of ordinary people, has always remained at a high level.

"The paintings are almost sold out. Next time we have time, let's go to the Friendship Store to get some antiques." Lin Weimin said while eating.

Ma Dudu was overjoyed, Mr. Lin, you finally remembered this stuff.

Ma Dudu's attainments in calligraphy and painting appreciation are not strong, but he is more familiar with antiques such as ceramics, jade, and miscellaneous items.

Lin Weimin is going to collect these things, and his professional knowledge can finally come in handy.

Moreover, the items in various foreign trade stores and trust stores have been authenticated these days, and they are [-]% authentic. Ma Dudu followed Lin Weimin to buy things, which is also a kind of learning.

After all, he is only in his twenties now, and he is not the great collector of later generations.

Ma Dudu thought about the scene where Mr. Lin walked into the Friendship Store and spent a lot of money, and his saliva almost flowed out. They were all good things!
He also named Lin Weimin's collection style - "Brave Collector".

It is probably in the same line as the "bold and unrestrained poets".

What stands out is a trench.

While chatting, Lin Weimin heard the people at the next table discussing the Maxim Western restaurant that will open this month.

The Frenchman Pierre Cardin who held a fashion show at the Yanjing Hotel two years ago has been playing tricks again recently.

In 81, he bought the Maxim restaurant in Paris, which was about to go bankrupt, at a price of 150 million meters.

As soon as he turned around, there was a showy operation, this guy actually moved Maxim's Western Restaurant to Yanjing.

In fact, it is not considered moving, it is equivalent to opening a branch.

No. 2 Chongwenmen West Street, one of the prime locations in Yanjing City, Maxim's Western Restaurant will officially open on the 26th of this month, and the recent advertisements are well known to all the people in Yanjing.

"This time, Lao Mo can't get up!" said one person.

"Old Mo is a fart! If you say it well, it's Western food, but if you say it badly, it's Russian food. Even Xinqiao is the same. Maxim's is serious French food!"

The other person's mouth was full of contempt for Lao Mo and longing for Maxim. Those who didn't know it thought Maxim was opened by their family.

Lin Weimin thought that when his little girlfriend came to Yanjing, he could take her to have a meal.

It's been half a year since we last met, Mr. Lin is suffering!

Two days later, Tong Zhonggui came to the office to help in the afternoon, and Lin Weimin handed over a manuscript fee bill to him.

"Ms. Lin, this..."

"Payment bill!"

"So fast?"

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "How can there be no benefits for working in the editorial department?"

Tong Zhonggui knew that it must be Mr. Lin's help. He took the manuscript fee bill and said happily, "Thank you, Mr. Lin!"

"Thank you, this is all your hard work!"

This is not the first draft bill that Tong Zhonggui has received in his life, but it is the largest one he has received.

30 yuan.

"Memento in the Mulberry Garden" is a short story with less than [-] words in total, and six yuan for a thousand words is the basic price for a newcomer.

But for Tong Zhonggui, who is still a student, this amount of money is not a small number.

The two poems he published in "Flying Apsaras" and "Stars" before added up to less than 30 yuan!
This draft fee made Tong Zhonggui full of excitement, not only because of the money, but also because he saw a certain possibility in himself, the possibility that could determine the future.

This excited mood lasted the whole afternoon, before it was time to get off work, Lin Weimin greeted Tong Zhonggui, saying that there was nothing to do today and let him go first.

Tong Zhonggui packed up his things and politely greeted the teachers in the editorial department before leaving the office.

When I got out of the back building, the sun was just right outside, and it was only four o'clock this time, so I could take out the manuscript fee while the post office was not closed.

Thinking of this, Tong Zhonggui became a little excited again. He trotted out of the compound of the Guowen Society, and there was a post office not far from No. 166 Chaonei Street.

After coming out of the post office, Tong Zhonggui had three more cards of "Unity" in his bag.

After withdrawing the money, the first thing that came to his mind was to buy books.

I took the bus to the Chinese bookstore in Xidan shopping mall. As soon as I entered the door, I could see a pile of books piled up in the middle, and I picked them at will.

The year-round "Shu Du" magazine, the year-round "Foreign Literature and Art", and "World Literature" magazines are all special books.

Tong Zhonggui picked out a thick stack of "World Literature".

He went to the bookcase inside and picked out a few books. Shanghai Translation Publishing House published four volumes of "Selected Works of Foreign Modernists", Huacheng Publishing House's "In the Place of Exile" and "A Rose for Emily", and the public. Publishing House's "A Gun That Sells."

After some big purchases, the three cards of Great Unity were missing, but Tong Zhonggui didn't care at all.

There are too many books to pack, so on the No. 22 bus back to school, he held a stack of books in both hands, leaned against the railing, and leaned back slightly to prevent himself from falling.

It doesn't matter if you fall down, don't break the book.

Gangwa City, Xisi, Ping'anli, Huguo Temple, Xinjiekou...

When we arrived at the gap, there were still two stops before Yan Normal University, and Tong Zhonggui got off the car early.

There is a Hefeng Steamed Bun Shop here, because it is very close to Yanshi University, and it is the only restaurant around that is open all night, so it is very popular with teachers and students of Yanshi University.

Hefeng is called Baozipu, and it mainly sells steamed buns, as well as cold dishes and beer.

Tong Zhonggui asked for a catty of meat buns, a catty of vegetable buns, two servings of cold dishes, and four liters of beer. The beer here is in bulk, fifty-six cents a liter. It cost Tong Zhonggui four or eight cents to buy these things , and two catties of food stamps.

He came out with his things, books in his hands, not far from Yan Normal University, Tong Zhonggui walked all the way back to the school.

The Normal University is located in Beitaipingzhuang, which now belongs to the suburban area of ​​Yanjing.

The bus station with the most entrances is the roadside bus stop, with iron stop signs in red and yellow, and a row of iron railings. This is a transfer station for multiple buses.

You can often see rows of passengers waiting here, with different expressions, either silent or active. Tong Zhonggui has always felt that this kind of scene has a literary temperament. If he has the opportunity, he plans to write this scene into a novel.

Walking into the school, a few students passed by from time to time, seeing a thick stack of books in both hands, and a pile of food with spare energy, their eyes were full of envy.

If there is material food, there is material food, and if there is spiritual food, there is spiritual food.

Tong Zhonggui walked on the campus with a tall and straight figure, his hands were tired and sore, but he didn't feel tired at all.

Tonight, he is going to have a drink and chat with the good brothers in the dormitory, and talk about his literary dreams.

By the way, the most important thing is to tell them about Mr. Lin's latest masterpiece, which he secretly saw when he was fishing in the office these two days.

Exclusive secret, thrilling!

Tong Zhonggui's heart was on fire.

(End of this chapter)