1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 321 Just two words, professional
The title of the book on the front page of the manuscript is four words, "Plainclothes Police".

Author name: Haiyan.

Haiyan is Lu Haiyan's pen name, because of an accidental idea, he spent more than a year writing this "Plainclothes Policeman".

With sixty chapters and a total of 47 words, it is an extremely difficult creation process, not to mention a newcomer, even an experienced creator.

So some people have talent, you have to admit it.

Colleagues in the editorial department spent several days reading the novel from beginning to end, and they recognized Lin Weimin's opinion even more.

After all, Haiyan is a rookie, even if he is talented, he cannot avoid the mistakes that rookies should make.

The beginning of the novel "Plainclothes Police" is very exciting, but after the end of the first [-] words, the structure of the novel begins to become loose and the plot becomes procrastinated.

Revision is a necessary process.

After summarizing everyone's review comments, Lin Weimin called Haiyan over again, and after explaining to him the precautions for revising the manuscript, Lin Weimin asked him whether he wanted to revise the manuscript in the office or at home.

Lin Weimin also specifically emphasized that there is a subsidy for revisions in the agency, two yuan per day.

Haiyan's heart skipped a beat after hearing this, but after thinking about it, he still shook his head firmly.

He is a prison guard, and the nature of his job is a bit special, so he cannot take a long vacation, so he can only regretfully decline Teacher Lin's invitation.

Lin Weimin looked at Haiyan's leaving back and sighed in his heart.

By myself, I have been holding back for more than a year, and I have produced a long novel with more than 40 words. What a good seed for Guan Xiaoheiwu!
Pity!
"Okay, don't look at it. He is a prison guard. You don't need to lock him up. He will be in prison when he goes to work." Liu Yin teased.

When Lin Weimin thought about it, it was true.

That being said, Mr. Lin's undefeated golden body is not broken.

Well, this time the idea is clear!
In the blink of an eye, it is October, the 35th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and Yanjing City is very lively.

More than a month ago, the Olympic delegation returned with honor, and it was going to be very lively at such a time.

In such an atmosphere, Lin Weimin received a message.

Jiro Hasegawa, the deputy editor-in-chief of Nibo Xinchao, came to Yanjing the day before the National Day, which made Lin Weimin a little helpless. There were not many holidays, and he couldn't get a good rest.

People come and come, and we have to welcome them.

The work unit is already on holiday, and Lin Weimin put the meeting place at the Yanjing Hotel.

Jiro Hasegawa is a thin middle-aged man with sunken cheeks. At first glance, he looks strangely thin, like a stick.

He behaved politely, bowing at every turn, which is the characteristic of most mud bombers.

"Mr. Lin, it's the first time we meet, please give me your advice!"

Lin Weimin was not used to bowing to people, but shook hands with him as a sign of courtesy.

Hasegawa Jiro came here for the publication of Lin Weimin's novels, and he had already fully understood many of Lin Weimin's works beforehand, and Lin Weimin was pleased to reveal his appreciation for these works during the chat.

Don't care if they are pretending or not, at least the attitude is comfortable.

The gossip was almost over, and Hasegawa Jiro took out the list of novels he planned to publish on behalf of Shinchosha this time.

After receiving the list of novels handed over by the translator, Lin Weimin glanced at it, slightly surprised that there was "Speak Well" in it.

But when you think about the novels and film and television works popular in later generations, many of them are based on the small to see the big, but they are very close to the style of "Speak Well".

In addition to "Speak Well", Xinchaoshe also selected two novels, "Lover" and "Chasing the Murderer", both of which are in line with Nihongren's usual taste.

Lin Weimin had to admit that talking about things with the mud bomber, as long as you have the upper hand, it really makes people feel comfortable.

Things went smoothly and there was no tug-of-war during the process.

Xinchao Agency has already learned about Lin Weimin's previous cooperation with Random House, and this is a writer who can enjoy with his father in the United States.

Coupled with the fact that Lin Weimin has won the Naoki Award, one of the Nibo Literary Awards, they took the initiative to raise the royalty share to 12%.

In Nibo, this is already the treatment of famous masters.

Lin Weimin also felt the sincerity of Xinchao Society, and readily agreed to the publication.

Finally, it was agreed that the first of the three novels will be published before March next year, and then one every three months.The number of first printed copies is [-] copies of "Speak Well", [-] copies of "Lover", and [-] copies of "Chasing the Murderer".

From the number of first printed volumes, it is not difficult to see Xinchaoshe's expectations for these novels.

In fact, compared with the previous Naoki Award winners' treatment after winning the award, the number of first printed copies of Lin Weimin's works is already quite conservative.

"Speak Well" with the lowest number of first prints is actually comparable to the first print run of "Farewell My Concubine".

Xinchaoshe is not stupid either. Lin Weimin is a foreign writer. Although a novel is popular in Nihong, what if other works are not satisfied in Nihong's country?

The royalties are high, but the number of prints is low. Even if you lose money, you can’t lose much. If you earn it, you really earn it.

After discussing the publication of the novel, Lin Weimin specially invited Hasegawa Jiro to have a meal at Tan's Cuisine on the seventh floor of the Yanjing Hotel, as a celebration of the successful cooperation.

After the meal, Lin Weimin threw Hasegawa Jiro aside. Anyway, he was accompanied by foreign affairs personnel and translators, and the business affairs were all discussed, and the rest would not be received by him.

On the second day of National Day, I had a long sleep.

Well, the holidays are over.

In the era when there is no need to promote consumption, holidays are so unpretentious.

Just after the National Day holiday, Lin Weimin received an international letter at work. He thought it was from Arthur Miller, but unexpectedly it was from Mark Meng.

The purpose of the letter was not only to reminisce about the past, but also to send Lin Weimin a copy of the American version of "The Horseman".

This novel was only released in the United States last month. Ma Kemeng said in the letter that he found it when he was visiting a bookstore a while ago, and he specially bought a copy and mailed it to Lin Weimin as a souvenir.

Lin Weimin touched the exquisite book cover of the American version of "The Horseman", feeling in his heart that the old horse has a heart.

When he was replying to the old horse, he heard movement upstairs.

"what's the situation?"

Colleagues also heard the noise,

Everyone couldn't help but come to the corridor to listen to the movement, but Lin Weimin was not, he ran upstairs whizzing.

His quick response and swift action amazed all his colleagues.

The sound insulation of the office building is very poor, and the sound of quarreling echoes in the corridors.
Lin Weimin passed the rooms of the guest house and came to the door of the editorial department of "New Literature and Historical Materials".

"New Literary Historical Materials" is a publication founded by the society in 78. The main purpose of this publication is to provide the most important platform and channel for writers to publish their memoirs, so that old writers can write down their personal experiences, and then start a new life. to the preservation of historical data.

At this time, many people surrounded the editorial department, including colleagues from the editorial department and the design department next door on the third floor, as well as writers who came to revise the manuscript on the third floor.

Lin Weimin squeezed over and took a look into the office, only to see the furious Niu Han holding on to a middle-aged man, and Cheng Zaochun kept stopping him from waving his fists.

Lin Weimin knew all three of them. Niu Han was an experienced editor in the club, and also a poet and writer. Now he was not only the vice president of the National Poetry Association, but also an honorary member of the Association.

He had retired two years ago, but because of the lack of manpower in the agency, he was hired back and served as the editor-in-chief of "New Literary Historical Materials".

"New Literature Historical Materials" is administratively managed by the modern literature editorial office, but in fact it is quite independent. Cheng Zaochun is the director of the modern literature editorial office.

Modern Literature Editing Room, one of the important editing rooms of Guowen Society, was formerly known as Brother Xun’s Works Editing Office and the May Fourth Literature Editing Group. You should know from the name that this editing office is basically responsible for the works of important writers since the May Fourth Movement .

The middle-aged man being grabbed by Niu Han is named Wu Shiming, and he is the editor of "New Literature and Historical Materials".

"Bastard! Bastard!"

Niu Han was over [-] years old, but his temper was still violent. Cheng Zaochun blocked his hands and feet, swearing constantly, and struggling constantly. It seemed that he would not be reconciled if he didn't give Wu Shiming a few punches.

At this moment, Wu Shiming was frightened into a fool.

Lin Weimin looked left and right, and the colleagues crowded at the door were extremely happy to watch the excitement, without any intention of persuading the fight.

He couldn't help shaking his head secretly, the atmosphere of the Guowen Society!
"Niu Lao! Niu Lao! Calm down, you must calm down, don't get angry and ruin your body!"

Lin Weimin squeezed through the crowd and helped Cheng Zaochun pull Niu Han to hold Niu Han, while persuading him.

Cheng Zaochun heaved a sigh of relief at his appearance, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and gave Lin Weimin a grateful look.

The two pulled Niu Han away together, and Lin Weimin took a look at Wu Shiming who was standing there like a quail, and then shouted to the colleagues who were crowded at the door: "It's okay, it's okay, don't even look at it, what should I do?" go!"

He and Cheng Zaochun dragged the swearing Niu Han to the editorial office of "Contemporary" on the second floor. After finally pushing Niu Han to sit down, Lin Weimin realized that Cheng Zaochun's expression was not right.

"Director Cheng, what's wrong with you?"

"I have a fever. I was going to the hospital, but I received a call from Zhao Qiong, saying that the old cow was going to beat someone up, so I hurried over here."

Cheng Zaochun gasped and said, Zhao Qiang is the secretary of the editorial office of modern literature.

Lin Weimin saw that his face was sickly rosy and plump, and touched his forehead, "Yo, your temperature is too high, go to the hospital quickly, don't get another pneumonia."

Cheng Zaochun had a wry smile on his face, he also wanted to go to the hospital, but in this situation...

Seeing the look in his eyes, Lin Weimin immediately understood, and slapped his chest, "I'm here, so don't worry."

Cheng Zaochun glanced at Niu Han worriedly, and saw that although the old comrade was still indignant and kept cursing, he didn't get up again.

He persuaded Niu Han a few words, and said to Lin Weimin: "Then I will leave it to you. I will go to the hospital to get a bottle first. You must hold the old cow down for me. If you have anything to do, we will talk about it when you come back."

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Cheng Zaochun gave Lin Weimin a grateful look again, and left the office.

After he left, Lin Weimin asked Yao Shuzhi to pour a cup of tea for Niu Han, and said to Niu Han who was panting and sweating, "Old comrade, you have such a big sex, but your body is yours."

Niu Han took the teacup from him and hummed angrily.

"What the hell is going on here? After all, Old Wu is also your subordinate, how could he beat someone?"

When Lin Weimin asked this question, Niu Han's emotions, which had finally calmed down, became agitated again, and he put the teacup in his hand heavily on the desk.

"Hit him? Hitting him is light! This kind of person should be put in prison!"

"Hey, I said Comrade Lao Niu, it's too much! It's my own comrade anyway."

Niu Han took a sip, "Who is his comrade? Do you know what he did?"

"What did you do?"

Isn't this drama coming soon?

Lin Weimin has always disliked the simple and rude way of eating melons by his colleagues in the Guowen Society. You eat melons from such a distance, no matter how big the melon is, how much can you eat?

Look at now, we are sitting in the melon field and eating melons, and the melon growers will explain to us the skills of growing melons and cut melons for us in person.

This melon eats only two words.

specialized!

(End of this chapter)