1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 301 This manuscript was published, what I said

The middle-aged man with a round face looked at Lin Weimin unexpectedly, and took out the manuscript from his bag without saying a word.

It looked like it was newly transcribed. Lin Weimin had been an editor for such a long time, so he could tell the condition of the manuscript at a glance.

He opened the courtyard door, let the round-faced middle-aged man enter, and parked the car in the courtyard.

"Sit in the room for a while, and I'll show you the manuscript."

He led the middle-aged man with a round face into the study, and poured him a cup of hot water with a thermos, "I'll read the manuscript first!"

After Lin Weimin finished speaking, he sat at the desk and flipped through the manuscript.

The round-faced middle-aged man who was hanging there looked calm, and looked at Lin Weimin's study with a somewhat curious expression.

Seeing Li Keran's "Autumn Suburb Herding Cows" hanging on the wall, his eyes flashed with joy.

When he was eight years old, his father was labeled as a Y school. He was not qualified to do anything in school, and he was not allowed to participate in any activities. He could only go to Liulichang to browse ancient books and look at calligraphy and paintings. Strong appreciation and creative ability in calligraphy and painting.

While Lin Weimin was reading the manuscript, he got up and walked to the painting to look at it for a while, and then ran to the bookshelf after he was satisfied.

He found that there are not only many famous works at home and abroad, but also many ancient books.

Such a collection of books should be worthy of Lin Weimin's reputation as a writer, he thought to himself as he flipped through the books.

"If you like it, I will give you a few copies."

A voice suddenly came from behind, and the middle-aged man with a round face turned around, only to realize that Lin Weimin had finished reading the manuscript at some point, and was looking at him with interest.

He smiled and said nothing.

Lin Weimin asked again: "What should I call you, Zhong Acheng, or Acheng?"

"My friends call me Ah Cheng."

Ah Cheng wrote his own name in the manuscript he brought.

He was born in the year of the founding of the People's Republic of China. If you look closely, he can be regarded as a person who came from the old society.

His father is Zhong Dianli, the author of the first film review in New China, "Comment on <Chinese Sons and Daughters>".

With such a father, it stands to reason that Ah Cheng's life should go smoothly. Unfortunately, his happy life was broken before graduating from elementary school. After middle school, he went to the countryside at the age of 19.

This stay lasted for ten years, and he did not return to the city until 1979.

After returning to the city, he was first busy assisting his father in sorting out and publishing works, and then went to Yanjing Airport to paint murals, hold art exhibitions, and draw illustrations for novels to be published by the writer.

Later, he got a job in the China National Book Import and Export Corporation. He had no academic qualifications, so he could only work as an art editor for the magazine "World Book".

"Your manuscript..." Lin Weimin pointed to the manuscript on the table.

Ah Cheng, who has always been fearless, felt a little uneasy inexplicably, like a married bride whose hijab has been taken off, waiting for her husband to pick her up.

"Excellently written!"

Lin Weimin's high praise made Ah Cheng feel relieved.

"Can you talk about the original intention of this novel?" Lin Weimin asked.

"For the manuscript fee!" Ah Cheng said bluntly.

Lin Weimin nodded, just now he could say at the door, "I don't have time to go to work to let me read the manuscript." Now it is not uncommon for him to say that he writes for the manuscript fee.

"Then the two of us have something in common. I also write books for royalties." Lin Weimin said with a smile.

Ah Cheng looked at Lin Weimin with a little surprise, "I'm nobody, so it's okay to say that. You're so famous now, so it's not good to say that?"

"Then what should I say?"

"For literature?"

Ah Cheng said something, and the two couldn't help laughing, like old friends who have known each other for many years.

A few words can shorten the distance with others, this is not only Lin Weimin's ability, but also Ah Cheng's ability.

He's a chatty guy.

Today he was a guest, and he talked a lot about his own experience.

He jumped in line in Yunnan, where there is nothing delicious, lack of oil and meat, and vegetables are monotonous, but there is also an advantage, rice can fill you up.

Ah Cheng jokingly said that most of his skin and tender flesh were fed with rice from Yunnan.

Ah Cheng said that those years in Yunnan have honed his ability to tell stories.He has read a lot since he was a child and has a good memory, which can be called a strong memory. When he went to Yunnan to jump in the queue, he deliberately memorized a box of books.

The educated youths worked during the day and gathered in his thatched hut at night.Light a kerosene lamp, and there are people in the room, cigarette butts flickering in the dim light, and the room is filled with smoke.

Relying on his storytelling skills, Ah Cheng thrives among the educated youth group like a fish in water.

Speaking of this, he had a somewhat smug face.

Ah Cheng also talked about the experience of listening to "Enemy Channel" and watching movies when he was in Yunnan, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

"Memory will be beautified." Lin Weimin said.

Ah Cheng suddenly said, "You are right."

After talking about the life of the educated youth, we talked about going back to the city.

Ah Cheng returned to the city in 79. At that time, a group of educated youth who could not return to the city gathered together and "made a big fuss" before returning to the city.

"At that time, it was really new to look at everything. Even when you see the police, you can stare at the police for a while. This is the symbol of the city!" Ah Cheng said, he first became happy.

"You're too disrespectful to Yanjing people!" Lin Weimin teased.

Ah Cheng waved his hand, "Just for a while, it's too annoying now."

"Ha ha!"

Back in Yanjing, Ah Cheng spent his spare time watching movies and helping his father.

He was unemployed at the time, and it happened that his father needed to publish works. With his assistance, his father Zhong Dianli published two works in succession, "Lu Shen Ji" and "Film Aesthetics".

Helping my father, I have no salary, and I can share some manuscript fees, but not much.

Acheng, who got married after returning to the city, needs money and wants to seek independence.

He is a man who can make a fuss. A few years ago, he and a few friends organized the very famous Xingxing Art Exhibition in Yanjing. At that time, they went to various schools in Yanjing to give lectures to attract popularity for the exhibition.

It's a pity that it's useless, the art exhibition can't be played without money, and it won't last until the second year.

Later, after several twists and turns, Ah Cheng became the art editor of "World Book" magazine.

"I have no money! I really have no money. If my son wants to eat popsicles, I am reluctant to buy them for him."

When Ah Cheng said this, his mood was somewhat depressed.

Lin Weimin comforted: "Your manuscript is very good, and the manuscript fee will definitely be indispensable. In the future, your son can eat as many popsicles as he wants."

Ah Cheng laughed, imagining such a scene with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Do you know why I asked you to read the manuscript?" Ah Cheng asked Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin shook his head. He was also curious. Although Ah Cheng said that he didn't have time to go to work, he could always write and submit articles. Or with so many editors in the editorial department, he could find anyone.

"Hey, I heard people say that your manuscript fee is worth millions of dollars."

Lin Weimin was surprised, "What does my high manuscript fee have to do with you? What's the matter with wanting to divide the land from local tyrants?"

Ah Cheng shook his head, "No! I also heard that you are a collector."

Lin Weimin nodded, "That's true."

"Everyone says that you are a collector of the Haofang School."

Unrestrained collector?

It's a good name, it sounds like you're next to Su Shi, and Lin Weimin's face is a bit smug.

Ah Cheng used his fingers as a substitute for writing, "It's this 'hao'."

Lin Weimin's complexion fell, which grandson is planning to arrange me behind my back?
He asked again: "Then what does this have to do with you?"

"I have been visiting Liulichang since I was a child. If you want to collect, I can be your broker, and I will charge you nothing!"

Lin Weimin couldn't help laughing: "Dare you waiting for me here?"

After a few jokes, Lin Weimin took Ah Cheng to have a meal.

Coming out of the hotel, Lin Weimin said to Ah Cheng: "The manuscript is fine, it will definitely be published. You can go to the editorial department in a few days, and I will give you the manuscript fee bill."

Ah Cheng returned home happily.

After seeing off Ah Cheng, Lin Weimin returned to the study, looked at the manuscript on the desk again, with an unstoppable smile on his face.

The next day.

In the morning, Tan Chaoyang just entered the office and was cleaning the table.

Suddenly, with a bang, a stack of manuscripts fell on the desk, which shocked the old man.

"If I have a heart attack one day, you won't be able to eat good fruit!" Tan Chaoyang scolded.

Lin Weimin ignored him, "Don't talk nonsense! This manuscript has been published, I said it!"

Seeing this arrogant tone, no need to ask, he must have found another awesome manuscript.

Comrade Lao Tan was not angry at all, he picked up the manuscript on the table and flipped through it.

Lin Weimin poured himself a cup of tea without haste, sat on the sofa, and waited quietly for Tan Chaoyang.

When I have nothing to do, I also observe the expressions of the old comrades.

This expression is beautiful.

Frowning, it must be what happened to the character that made him worry.

Smack your lips?This is great manuscript.

After a long time, Tan Chaoyang finally finished reading the manuscript, and raised his head to look at Lin Weimin again.

"How is it?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Good!" Tan Chaoyang exclaimed.

"What's a good way?" Lin Weimin asked with a bit of complacency.

The manuscript came from his team, so at this time, I have to listen to a few good words, so I feel comfortable.

Comrade Lao Tan despises Lin Weimin's performance as a villain, but who can let him organize such a good manuscript?
It's okay to boast a few words.

"At a time when scar literature and root-seeking literature are active, this novel has no accusations of blood and tears, no pretentiousness, and no sensationalism. The language is very interesting, and the writing is sophisticated and restrained. It is a work that can be passed down. Next year's National Award, There must be one of them."

Comrade Lao Tan's flattering Lin Weimin was very comfortable, he nodded and said: "Not bad, not bad, the leader still has vision!"

Tan Chaoyang scolded with a smile: "I still use you to praise?"

After finishing speaking, he returned the manuscript to Lin Weimin.

The two of them are reviewing the manuscript in private, and the procedures that should be followed still have to be followed, and other colleagues in the editorial department must also read it.

Lin Weimin received a few compliments, left Tan Chaoyang's office satisfied, returned to the editorial department, and handed over the manuscript to He Qizhi.

"You guys should take a look at the new manuscript first. If there is no problem, join the queue next month."

He Qizhi asked in surprise, "Jump in line?"

"Contemporary" doesn't have to worry about manuscripts at all now. It is very common for an unknown newcomer to wait for three or four issues if there are no special circumstances. Lin Weimin's "jumping in line" is that the editorial department targets those well-known authors or those who are particularly outstanding. Special treatment for works.

He Qizhi immediately flipped through the manuscript.

The whole morning was almost over, and ten minutes before lunch, colleagues in the office were chatting.

The sound of "bang" startled everyone.

Following the sound, he saw that He Qizhi's complexion was rosy, his eyes were shining, and he didn't care about the pain caused by his palm slapping on the table.

With the manuscript in his hand, he asked Lin Weimin excitedly.

"Where did this manuscript, this "Chess King" come from?"

"It's from the team!" Lin Weimin was chatting with everyone. He sat on a chair and looked up at He Qizhi.

He Qizhi was condescending, with a hasty tone, "Of course I know it's from the group, where is the author? From the submission? Someone introduced it?"

Lin Weimin's tone was still so casual.

"That's what you said! It's not. The manuscript sent to me by my family was just last night."

???

Colleagues were dumbfounded.

We are all editors, so why does drafting always become weird when you are there?
(End of this chapter)