1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 307

The Chinese Literature Foundation was established in 1986. In short, this organization is very powerful, so it will be omitted below.

The reading activity that Lin Weimin participated in before time-traveling is one of the small-scale activities planned by the Foundation every year.

He remembered that the foundation first asked the famous Hong Kong patriotic businessman Huo Guantai to raise 500 million Hong Kong dollars as the foundation's start-up capital.

The 500 million Hong Kong dollars in [-]s is a huge amount for China, and it is precisely because of this crucial donation that a solid foundation has been laid for the establishment of the foundation.

Through Zhang Qi's words, Lin Weimin knew that when he had the idea of ​​establishing a foundation, the first thing he thought of was himself.

In today's Chinese literary world, who doesn't know that Lin Weimin is rich!
The domestic manuscript fee standard itself is already top-notch, and the output of works is still very large, and the manuscript fee has crushed many peers.

At the same time, there are many adaptations of works in TV dramas and dramas, and they also earn a lot of money.

The most important thing is the overseas publication of his works. In the past two years, there has been a lot of buzz in the domestic literary circles about Lin Weimin's overseas publishing of his works and the huge amount of royalties he received.

At the beginning, it was said to be tens of thousands of meters, but later it became more than a dozen or 20. This year, it was even more exaggerated, and there were as many as one million meters.

Such a big fat sheep, there is no reason not to come and collect it!

Lin Weimin's net worth is not comparable to that of Huo Guantai, but if he becomes the first donor of the Chinese Literature Foundation, the name seems to be good.

With this kind of righteousness, the establishment of the Future Foundation, is it not too much to be a director?
The presidents are all at the level of the elders of the Nine Bags in China, so I have to be a Dharma protector no matter what.

Thinking about it this way, the money is not a loss!

Lin Weimin laughed and said: "Okay, this name is good! It's big enough, just for this name, I have to donate some money!"

Zhang Qi was overjoyed when he heard the words, "Oh, thank you so much! Thank you so much!"

Regardless of how much money can be donated, Lin Weimin is the first writer Zhang Qi finds, and if he can get the money, it is already a good start.

After Lin Weimin laughed, he pretended to ponder.

When Zhang Qi saw his expression, he became anxious again.

What does this mean?What's wrong with wanting to change your mind?

"Since it's called the Chinese Literature Foundation, it can't be too shabby!" Lin Weimin muttered.

Zhang Qi heaved a sigh of relief. He was thinking about this question. Hearing Lin Weimin's tone, he felt a little more hopeful.

"I still have 5 yuan in the bank, which is a little bit less."

Zhang Qi was overjoyed when he heard Lin Weimin's words, 5 yuan!

A lot, a lot!
He originally thought that it would be good if he could convert tens of thousands of dollars.

He didn't just come here for Lin Weimin alone, but he wrote down all the well-known domestic writers and seniors in the literary world in his small notebook, and he couldn't escape any of them.

A few thousand yuan for one person, and hundreds of thousands for a hundred people. With this money, he can start the preparation work of the foundation.

Then, using the name of these seniors in the literary world, to suddenly... lobby some companies and businessmen, wouldn't this foundation be set up?

"Oh, Teacher Lin, thank you for your generosity!"

Zhang Qi held Lin Weimin's hand and shook it vigorously, almost shaking Lin Weimin's overnight meal.

"Stop, stop, wait for a while before shaking."

Lin Weimin withdrew his hand from Zhang Qi, "I mean, 5 yuan is a little less, just before my novel was published in Xiangjiang and got some royalties."

Novel published in Xiangjiang?
Zhang Qi was surprised, when did this happen?The group of colleagues in the country didn't hear the wind at all!

"Is Mr. Lin's work published in Xiangjiang? When did it happen?"

"It's also a coincidence that a senior from Xiangjiang happened to come here. Just what he said at the end of last year..."

Lin Weimin hesitated, he was only concerned about the manuscript fee, and didn't care much about the serialization of "Sing Tao Evening News".

"It should be the beginning of this year." He said casually.

Zhang Qi paid another compliment. He used to know that Lin Weimin's works had been published in the United States, but now Xiangjiang has also published them. Isn't this going to an internationally renowned writer?
"The manuscript fee..." Zhang Qi asked again.

It's not that he's a fan of money, but he's really used to hard times, and he can't help himself when he meets Lin Weimin, a rich man, all of a sudden!
"I'm thinking, why don't we just make up the whole thing. 10 yuan is not much, and it's considered the start-up capital of our Chinese Literature Foundation!"

10 yuan?This is not called much?

Zhang Qi criticized Mr. Lin's corrupt values ​​in his heart.

But Zhang Qi was still ecstatic and incoherent, "Ha! Teacher Lin, there are too many! There are too many!"

"Not too much, not too much, for the name of our foundation, it is also a national nature, so it can't be too shabby."

Lin Weimin said "Our Foundation" twice, which suddenly moved Zhang Qi.

Teacher Lin, he can deal with it!

He really took the Foundation's business as his own.

He shook Lin Weimin's hand again, "Thank you, thank you!"

"Don't be too polite, I'm doing my best." Lin Weimin interrupted Zhang Qi's thanks, then changed the subject, and asked, "With my money, what do you plan to do next?" what to do?"

"I plan to go through all these domestic literary predecessors and great writers, and if I can raise more donations, I will organize activities to expand the scale of donations."

After all, Mr. Lin is also the first donor of the foundation. In the future, the establishment of the foundation must have Mr. Lin's name, that is, his own person. Zhang Qi did not shy away from it, and confessed his thoughts.

After hearing Zhang Qi's thoughts, Lin Weimin was startled.

Don't, if you look for other writers in China, with so many senior figures, doesn't it seem that I, the initiator, don't seem to be important?
This will not work.

"Mr. Zhang, I have to say a few words about you. To do big things, you have to have a plan!"

Zhang Qi didn't understand why Lin Weimin's demeanor suddenly changed drastically. How to describe this demeanor, it made people think of a standing ovation.

"Just staring at the pockets of these writers in China, it's all hard work, how much money do we have?"

"You have to look outside, look far away!"

Zhang Qi followed the direction of his finger, this...is the level too high?Not enough?

Zhang Qi felt that he was already bold enough to get this foundation. He didn't expect Mr. Lin to be even bolder.

"Mr. Lin, we can't reach the other side of the sea!"

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding!" Lin Weimin waved his hand, "I am not talking about the sea, but overseas."

"overseas?"

Lin Weimin reminded: "Xiangjiang!"

"Xiangjiang?" Zhang Qi pondered.

"It's not only Hong Kong, but also Haojiang. There are quite a few patriotic businessmen who are close to our side. If we work hard, it should not be a problem to raise the funds needed for the foundation."

Zhang Qi said: "Mr. Lin, I have also considered the method you mentioned. I am afraid that the comrades in the relevant departments can help to make a bridge!"

Lin Weimin nodded and said: "It is definitely necessary for comrades from relevant departments to come forward to help, but I think this is the safest way. After all, these writers in our country are not considered rich. Even if they donate more, how much can they donate? A drop in the bucket. Ah! Only the merchants in Xiangjiang have enough strength to support this foundation."

Zhang Qi thought for a while, and felt that what Lin Weimin said made sense, but what he had thought before was still too simple.

He is the only one who is as rich and powerful as Lin Weimin in China. Among the rest of the writers, even if the Yanbing Literary Award was established according to Shen Yanbing's will with his manuscript fees, the contribution fee is only 25 yuan. This is Mr. Shen Yanbing A lifetime of royalties savings!

Compared with these works in China, the wealthy businessmen in Xiangjiang have much more money, as long as they can understand one or two...

Thinking of this, Zhang Qi strengthened his confidence. This foundation must be established, not to mention anything else, even if it is for the sake of Mr. Lin's money and ideas, he must do it well.

With Lin Weimin's persuasion, Zhang Qi changed his mind and decided to follow the path of plucking wool and slaughtering big households firmly.

The two chatted for a while, discussing the details of how to run the foundation smoothly, and Zhang Qi introduced Lin Weimin as his confidant for a while.

"Mr. Lin, the establishment of our foundation is inseparable from you!"

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "I can at most give you some advice and some money, and I'm afraid you'll have to do the rest yourself."

What he wanted was the name of the foundation, and he didn't want to work hard on the establishment and operation of the foundation.

He knew that Zhang Qi made Huo Guantai donate money before crossing, but had to go to Xiangjiang more than a dozen times before he got the other party to agree to donate 500 million Hong Kong dollars.

Soliciting donations is really not done by people.

After talking so much with Zhang Qi, Mr. Lin's ambition gradually expanded.

It costs money and ideas, so it won't be too much to have a vice president at that time, right?

While the two were talking, Lin Weimin heard someone calling his name in the corridor, he apologized and poked his head to see that it was He Qizhi.

"Mo Yan came to the unit and said that he has something to call on you. It sounds urgent."

Zhang Qi said: "Mr. Lin, then go and do your work first, I'll wait for you for a while."

Lin Weimin followed He Qizhi back to the second floor, and saw Mo Yan who looked anxious and helpless.

"Mr. Lin, I have something to ask for your help!"

"Don't worry, talk slowly, what's the matter?" Lin Weimin reassured.

It turned out that Mo Yan heard the news that the Department of Literature of the PLA Academy of Arts had resumed enrollment a few days ago. This time, the Department of Military Art and Literature resumed enrollment not uniformly. The recruiting targets were young army cadres who had published works in national publications. After two years, a college diploma will be issued after graduation.

He deliberately asked for leave and went to Yanjing to register for the exam, but was told that the registration process had ended. Mo Yan panicked and didn't know what to do.

He didn't know many people in Yanjing, and under such circumstances, the first thing that came to mind was Lin Weimin.

"Mr. Lin, can you help me find a way?" Mo Yan's eyes were pleading.

Going to college is an obsession for him. Even though he has made some achievements in literary creation and the development of the army has also improved, he still can't let go of the idea of ​​going to college.

Lin Weimin watched as Mo Yan took out the magazines "Lianchi" and "Contemporary" from his bag, which he prepared for military art registration.

There was Cheng Shixu in the front, and Mo Yan in the back. Recently, I have been involved in the matter of going to school!
After all, the writer Mo Yan brought out by himself, Lin Weimin would definitely help him if he could help him, but Lin Weimin thought about signing up for the military art, and he didn't seem to be able to help him much!
"Military art!"

Lin Weimin asked his colleagues, "Does anyone know military art?"

Everyone shook their heads, He Qizhi said: "Ask Lao Meng and Lao Tan."

Lin Weimin went to the two people's office to ask, and Lao Meng knew the former dean of Junyi, but that happened more than ten years ago, and now he is gone.

Lin Weimin stood there contemplating for a while, and suddenly remembered that there was Zhang Qi upstairs.

He is now in charge of the routine work of national literature, maybe he can help a little.

"Wait, I'll ask someone for you."

Lin Weimin said something to Mo Yan, then turned around and went upstairs to find Zhang Qi.

"Mr. Zhang, I want to ask you something."

"what's up?"

"Do you know anyone from the Department of Military Art and Literature?"

Zhang Qi asked: "Who? Xu Huaizhong?"

Lin Weimin showed excitement on his face, "Do you know him?"

"I know you! Isn't Xu Huaizhong the head of the Department of Literature? Their Department of Literature has resumed operation, and our Association for Literature has helped!"

Lin Weimin clapped his hands, "That's great!"

He told Zhang Qi about Mo Yan's situation, and showed Zhang Qi the articles published by Mo Yan.

"Well, he's a good seed!" Zhang Qi had read the novel, and his eyes flashed with admiration, "Then I'll help him get in touch with him."

Lin Weimin said happily: "Okay, that's great!"

Just now he was afraid that the matter would fail, so he didn't let Zhang Qi and Mo Yan meet. Now that he has agreed to help, the matter is basically the same.

Lin Weimin dragged Zhang Qi downstairs and introduced him to Mo Yan, "You have to thank Teacher Zhang very much!"

Mo Yan bowed to Zhang Qi excitedly, "Thank you, Teacher Zhang!"

"Don't do this, don't do this, I'm just helping to talk."

Zhang Qi pulled Mo Yan, and looked at the time again, "This matter should be done sooner rather than later, I think I'll take you to Junyi directly."

"Okay, save nights and dreams." Lin Weimin said.

(End of this chapter)