1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 313 You Prodigal
Tao Huimin came to Yanjing, and Teacher Lin's work efficiency plummeted.

Originally, half of the staff in the editorial department left because of the PEN event, but now Lin Weimin asks for leave at every turn, which makes the work of the editorial department even worse. Comrade Lao Meng is heartbroken.

Young people do not know temperance!
Fortunately, the fourth issue in July has just been published, and the work of the editorial department can still run normally if Mr. Lin makes trouble.

My girlfriend has only been here for a few days, it's hard to buy an inch of time!

In the past few days, Lin Weimin took his girlfriend to visit the streets and alleys, places of interest and places of interest in Yanjing, leaving traces of their love everywhere.

After staying in Yanjing for five days, Tao Huimin returned to Zhijiang.

She came out to make a movie because she asked for leave from the group, and now that the movie is over, she can't delay going back.

After sending away his little girlfriend, Lin Weimin's life returned to normal.

The waves were too rough a few days ago, and Teacher Lin urgently needed to recuperate.

In late July, the colleagues who went to Yantai have not returned yet, and a wave is sweeping Yanjing.

The 1984 Los Angeles Olympic Games is about to start, this is the most lively topic in Yanjing these days.

"Los Angeles Olympics" has become the most frequently used word in many national-level media, including "People's Daily" and "Guangming Daily".

The last Los Angeles Olympic Games was in 1932. It was the first time a Chinese appeared on the Olympic arena. The figure standing alone on the Olympic arena was Liu Changchun.

In that year, there were no flowers, no applause, and a lonely and courageous one, but it will be recorded in the annals of history forever.

The Los Angeles Olympics in 1984 was different. China-Milan diplomatic relations were in the honeymoon period. It was the first time that China sent a large delegation to participate in the Olympics.

The media from all over the country reported it together, forming a strong public opinion and sweeping the country.

Everyone is looking forward to the opening of the Los Angeles Olympics on the 28th.

Lin Weimin handed Yao Shuzhi a small stack of foreign exchange certificates, and said jokingly, "Is your Pixiu finally willing to buy a TV?"

Yao Shuzhi gave Lin Weimin a blank look, finished counting the foreign exchange certificates in her hand, took out the RMB in her pocket, and handed it to Lin Weimin.

"We are spending money on the blade, unlike you, who spend all the money on the handle."

Yesterday Yao Shuzhi stopped Lin Weimin who was about to leave work, and said that he wanted to get some foreign exchange certificates from him.

Lin Weimin was immediately surprised, "Your family can still use foreign exchange certificates?"

Yao Shuzhi said that she wanted to buy a TV at home, and she also wanted to buy a color TV.

Lin Weimin was even more surprised. This year's jackpot is 2000 yuan. With Zheng Guo's stinginess, is he willing to buy a TV?

Yao Shuzhi said: "Isn't the Olympics coming soon?"

Unexpectedly, the power of the Olympic Games is so great, Lin Weimin agreed with Yao Shuzhi with emotion, and brought her the foreign exchange certificates today.

The transaction between the two was carried out under the noses of their colleagues, and everyone chatted about the upcoming Olympic Games.

In addition to anticipation, more sigh.

It was only 35 years after the founding of the People's Republic of China that we participated in the Olympic Games for the first time. This journey has not been easy!
From fishing to get off work, Lin Weimin came to Renyi.

The script of "Let the Bullets Fly" adapted from "The Robber Official" has just been revised, and Lin Weimin came here today to roughly arrange the effect of the actors.

Sitting next to the director's seat, Lin Weimin folded his arms and watched the performances of the actors on the stage.

Ouyang Shanzun asked in a low voice: "Mr. Lin, what do you think?"

"The lines are okay, and the acting is okay."

Hearing this, Ouyang Shanzun knew that he must be dissatisfied, pressed the seat bell on the table, and stopped the performance.

Sure enough, Lin Weimin fired at the actors on stage.

"Wujuren, that Wujuren, what are you playing? The Wujuren in the script is a stern, bullying and fearful idiot. How did you become a fool? Have you read the script? Can you act?"

Lin Weimin's position in Renyi is very special. He is not an official employee of Renyi, but he has contributed excellent scripts to Renyi in successive years. He has cooperated with Ouyang Shanzun, Lan Yinhai and other seniors of the older generation many times, and his authority has long been erect.

As soon as he spoke, the actors on the stage fell silent.

With a gloomy look on Han Zhuangzhuang's face, he knew that when the old uncle came, he would be the first to take the knife.

He played the martial arts man, there is no way, the image is too suitable, almost no second choice in the courtyard.

He thought he had done a lot of homework for this role, and he played it well, but in the mouth of the old uncle, it was nothing.

I am a nephew, so difficult!
After Lin Weimin finished scolding, he looked at the expressions of other actors in the stands.

Yes, the effect has been achieved.

Ouyang Shanzun said at this time: "Come, come, come again, cheer up!"

The actors resumed their performances, visibly more energetic than before.

Ouyang Shanzun said with a smile: "Swearing is the most effective."

After seeing the effect of the rough arrangement, Lin Weimin communicated with Lan Yinhai about the parts that needed to be adjusted.

After chatting about the changes to the script, the few of them chatted again.

Ouyang Shanzun and Lan Yinhai shared the news, "Xiao Lin is going to be promoted to vice president!"

"Who?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Lin Zhaohua."

"He? He's going to be promoted to vice president at such a young age?" Lin Weimin asked in surprise.

"It's not young anymore, it's over 40. It's 57 this year, and I'll have to retire in a few years, so I can't stop working."

After being reminded by Ouyang Shanzun, Lin Weimin suddenly realized that the first person he met when he came to Renyi was Lin Zhaohua, who took him to Yuzhi's office at that time.

Usually when in contact with the older generation of Renyi, everyone always calls Lin Zhaohua "Xiao Lin" and "Xiao Lin", which makes Lin Weimin ignore his age.

Talking about Yu Zhi's retirement, Lan Yinhai couldn't help but sigh with emotion, he is not much different from Yu Zhi in age, he is 53 this year, and it seems that it is time to retire.

"What a hurry!"

Ouyang Shanzun cursed, he is seventy this year.

For Renyi, the most indispensable thing is actors. Compared with the glamorous actors on the stage, unknown behind-the-scenes staff are not the first choice of young people, so behind-the-scenes staff has always been scarce in Renyi.

This is why Ouyang Shanzun is still active in the rehearsal field until now.

But the old man couldn't help but feel sad after saying this, "After finishing this drama, it's time to come down, and we have to make room for young people."

The two old comrades sighed for a while, then turned their eyes to Lin Weimin again.

His age is too enviable.

The rehearsal was over, Lin Weimin came out of Renyi after nine o'clock in the evening, and there was a tail behind him.

"Why don't you go home and follow me if you have nothing to do?"

"Uncle, when will you change the car?"

Lin Weimin looked at Han Zhuangzhuang speechlessly, "If you want to change the motorcycle, buy it yourself!"

"My money was saved by hard work, and I have to renovate the house and marry a wife in the future."

Han Zhuangzhuang boasted that he just acted as the "chicken" for his old uncle on the stage to scare the chickens to the monkeys. There is no credit but hard work, and he is justified in picking up a second-hand motorcycle.

Lin Weimin held his old blood in his chest, cooperating with your old uncle, so I don't have to renovate the house or marry a wife?
No, let this kid lead you astray.

"My money is also saved by hard work!"

Han Zhuangzhuang said heartily, that is also called saving money by hard work?

One shot is 10 yuan, if you say donate, donate!
Uncle, you are a prodigal!
Thinking of the 10 yuan donated by his uncle, Han Zhuangzhuang's heart bleeds.

"You have earned so much in manuscript fees, it's time to change to a four-wheeled car. Those who always ride on these two wheels are not worthy of your status."

After hearing this, Lin Weimin finally felt a little better.

"What kind of four wheels are you changing? You have to keep a low profile."

Han Zhuangzhuang looked at Lin Weimin helplessly, what does the word low-key have to do with you?
"Uncle, you are wrong to think so. Now that you have money, you can't wrong yourself. What's so good about riding this broken motorcycle? It's cold in winter, hot in summer, and strong winds in spring and autumn."

The big nephew's tall and strong body is hunched over, and he is seductive in an orderly manner, giving off the image of a treacherous minister who is slanderous.

Teacher Lin felt that his weak will was shaking. He stared at Han Zhuangzhuang, fell in love, and talked more than before.

As my nephew said, riding a motorcycle is good everywhere, but it is really uncomfortable when it is windy, rainy and winter.

Thinking about it this way, Lin Weimin felt that there was nothing wrong with changing to a car with four wheels.

I have fought all my life, can't I still enjoy it?
With an idea in mind, Lin Weimin began to figure it out.

"How much can you pay?"

Han Zhuangzhuang had a flattering face, "Uncle, look at what you said, I'm your own nephew!"

"What's wrong with my nephew? You have to settle accounts when your son comes! Just say how much money you can pay?"

Han Zhuangzhuang hesitated for a moment, then stretched out a slap, "500 yuan!"

After hearing this, Lin Weimin walked straight forward, "Stop chattering!"

"Hey, uncle, don't go! Then how much do you want?" Han Zhuangzhuang pulled Lin Weimin back.

"5000 yuan." Teacher Lin opened his mouth and came.

Han Zhuangzhuang was shocked, "You are stealing money! How much did you pay for this car when you bought it?"

"What's wrong? I bought this from the Friendship Store, and it's foreign exchange certificates, imported goods!"

"Imported goods are also second-hand goods, you can't sell me at the original price! How about 1000 yuan? You have been riding this bike for almost three years, and after two years of riding, it will be scrap metal."

Do you think you run a pawn shop?Still scrap copper and rotten iron?

"Four thousand five!"

Han Zhuangzhuang had a painful expression on his face, "Uncle, you can't be so generous to outsiders and be so picky about your nephew!"

"Okay, for your words, 4000 yuan!"

Han Zhuangzhuang continued to play the bitterness card, "Ge Li will be back in a few days, can't you let your nephew ride a decent motorcycle?"

"My dad's greatest wish in this life is to ride a motorcycle..."

Lin Weimin kicked the kid away, talking more and more vigorously, shameless, right?
"3000 yuan, whether you like it or not."

"Two thousand! I'll buy two thousand."

"Just three thousand! I won't sell anything less!"

Seeing that Lin Weimin had killed the price, Han Zhuangzhuang had a difficult face, "Two thousand five, I'll buy it at two thousand five."

Lin Weimin looked at the guy with a pained look on his face, "Okay, two thousand five is two thousand five."

People from our old Lin family have always been grand in their work, who did you follow with your petty appearance?

Han Zhuangzhuang was overjoyed, he squeezed Lin Weimin away and wanted to get in the car.

"What? What?"

"I experience the experience!"

"Experience a hammer! Let's talk about it after I buy the car." Lin Weimin squeezed the rammed goods down.

Han Zhuangzhuang was full of regret, "That's all right, uncle, you can buy it quickly!"

Teacher Lin stepped on the motorcycle, "Don't worry, you buy a car as if you are buying a bicycle, so you can buy it if you say so? Just wait!"

The motorcycle roared away, and Han Zhuangzhuang stood there smacking his lips, imagining the scene of Yin Geli taking her for a ride in Yanjing City on a motorcycle when he came back.

Hey, it's beautiful!
(End of this chapter)