1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 325 Sending away group after group of leaders

With the foreshadowing of "The Lover" and "Farewell My Concubine", Lin Weimin is now well-known in the Xiangjiang literary world and has accumulated many readers.

In addition to stating the above things, Liu Yichang called to ask Lin Weimin to write something as a message for the publication of his novel in "Xiangjiang Literature".

Lin Weimin hesitated, "I'm afraid it's too late, right?"

It is now late December, and with today's communication efficiency, Lin Weimin's letter was sent to Xiangjiang, which is enough to catch up with the publication of the first issue of "Xiangjiang Literature".

"It's okay, it's okay. There should be time. I was too busy to think about it. I also made an appointment with Ke Ling. He is also in Yanjing now. It is estimated that the manuscript may arrive around the same time as you."

"Okay then, I'll finish writing and post it as soon as possible."

The manuscript for "Xiangjiang Literature" was not difficult, it was nothing more than writing some scenes. It took Lin Weimin only one day to write the article and mail it out.

Before New Year's Day, Lin Weimin went to CCTV. There are still two months before the Spring Festival, and the Spring Festival Gala has entered the preparation stage.

After two successful Spring Festival Gala sessions, Huang Yihe's confidence soared, and he proposed that this year's Spring Festival Gala be held at the Workers' Gymnasium.

Lin Weimin sat at the bottom and heard his decision and shook his head secretly. Lao Huang was dazzled by the short-term victory!

The 85 Spring Festival Gala is well known as a failure model of the early Spring Festival Gala. In the 80s, when the technical conditions were immature, it was tantamount to wishful thinking to hold a large-scale live broadcast event in a gymnasium.

In addition, the temperature at night before and after the Spring Festival in Yanjing is below minus [-] degrees. The huge gymnasium is ventilated on all sides, and there is no heating equipment. The performance of the Spring Festival Gala lasts for four to five hours. Who can withstand it?

Huang Yihe smugly talked about that he invited many celebrities from Xiangjiang and Wandao, and determined to make this Spring Festival Gala a beautiful and magnificent one.

Lin Weimin's thought of persuading him only flashed in his mind for a moment, and he doesn't look like he can listen to persuasion now.

Lin Weimin also believed that no one had persuaded him before him.

After figuring this out, Lin Weimin decisively chose to shut up and just do his job well.

Two days later, he directly gave Huang Yihe two scripts, which is still the old rule.

One for Chen Xiaoer and one for the eldest nephew.

Lin Weimin made up his mind that next year he will not get involved in the matter of the Spring Festival Gala.

What should be praised is also praised. Participating in the Spring Festival Gala has no meaning for me.

On the last day before New Year's Day, Tan Chaoyang approached Lin Weimin and said that he would have a meal together.

Lin Weimin joked: "It's not easy, Comrade Lao Tan invites you to dinner, and the iron tree is blooming!"

"Lao Yan treats you."

Well, Lin Weimin thought too much.

"Why don't you say that Lao Yan can be a leader, tsk tsk tsk!"

The expression on Lin Weimin's face made Comrade Lao Tan want to hit someone.

In the evening, Xianheng Hotel.

Kong Yiji described by Xun Geer is a very sad scholar, but Xianheng Hotel is not, not only not, but also because of Xun Geer's advertisements, the business is booming.

Only when Lin Weimin arrived at the place did he realize that Laoyan's guests today were all seniors from the club, and he was the least senior among the group of people.

Besides him, the youngest is Cheng Early Spring.

Lin Weimin gloriously became a little comrade in the service bureau.

Yan Wenjing treats guests, the dishes are very ordinary.After drinking for three rounds, he got up and cupped his fists, and said to the people present: "You have worked hard these past few years, thanks to you."

After speaking, he raised a glass of wine and drank it down.

Everyone raised their glasses and drank the wine, Lin Weimin pulled Cheng Zaochun and muttered, "Today is Lao Yan's farewell banquet?"

Cheng Zaochun said in a low voice: "You only know!"

After the meal, Lin Weimin drove people off. All he drank tonight was tea.

There were seven or eight people at a table, half of them went home by themselves, and the other half were old comrades who got into Lin Weimin's car.

He wondered if Lao Yan asked him to come to dinner because he wanted to be Didi's driver.

Several people were sent to the end, only Yan Wenjing was left.

His home is at No. 60 Dongzongbu Hutong. The alley is too narrow for cars to enter. Lin Weimin had to stop at the entrance of the alley and help Yan Wenjing out of the car.

He drank a little too much tonight, the entrance of the alley is tens of meters away from Yan's house.

Lin Weimin helped Yan Wenjing walk in the dark alley, and suddenly heard Yan Wenjing say: "Comrade Junyi and I are about to arrive."

Lin Weimin was stunned for a moment, and replied, "I heard."

"Among the young people in the editing room in the agency, Ni is the most outstanding. However, he is also the one who causes trouble the most. You need to be more mature in the future and don't always be so ostentatious."

Even though he knew that Yan Wenjing was raising something about himself, Lin Weimin couldn't help asking, "Am I making public?"

Yan Wenjing said angrily, "What do you think?"

He continued: "Yes, you don't fight or compete for many remuneration issues, but you still have to pay more attention to what you say and do in the club."

"Understood. Isn't it too early for you to say that? It looks like you're leaving soon."

"Bah, bah, bah! Can't talk, what's 'going'? I call it resignation, you boy will really spoil the scenery."

"Hey, I'm not born to handle sensational things."

The two walked to the door of Yan Wenjing's house, and the old man shook Lin Weimin's hand away.

"Okay, go back."

"Aren't you going to invite me in for some tea?"

"Drink a fart! What time is it, your aunt is asleep!"

Lin Weimin felt a little regretful, "Then when I have a chance to come to your house for dinner next time, I want to get me two hard dishes!"

Yan Wenjing cursed with a smile, and the two waved goodbye.

On the way back, Lin Weimin felt a little disappointed.

It is estimated that there are still some days before Lao Yan's resignation, but he chose to invite everyone to dinner on this year-end day, which means farewell.

It has been more than four years since he joined the Guowen Society. During these four years, he has experienced a lot and grown a lot.

Lao Yan and Mrs. Wei were the first group of leaders he left, and the next one would be Lao Meng and the others, and the next one might be Cheng Zaochun and the others.

Given my age, if I stay in the Guowen Society all the time, it shouldn't be a problem to lose seven or eight leaders.

After thinking about it, Lin Weimin came out happily.

On New Year's Day, Han Zhuangzhuang and Yin Geli came to the Tuanjiehu apartment, apparently ready to eat and drink.

Lin Weimin has moved into the apartment since the beginning of winter.

Seeing Lin Weimin carrying a bagful of vegetables and meat, Han Zhuangzhuang asked, "Old man, what are you doing?"

"Go to your uncle Shi's house."

"Then the two of us will go too."

Lin Weimin said helplessly: "It's a big festival, don't you young couple go out to have fun?"

"The two of us have played all the places in Yanjing City in the past few months. It's not interesting. I don't want to have a big holiday. It's not interesting for you to be alone at home. Come and accompany you!"

I believe you a ghost!
I'm not a widowed old man, do I need your company?
Cengfan just said Cengfan, and he said it so confidently.

Bringing the Cengfan duo to No. 26 Lama Temple Street, Lin Weimin and Han Zhuangzhuang are old acquaintances, but Yin Geli's appearance made the small courtyard boil.

In so many years since the establishment of the courtyard, this is the first time foreigners appear on the 26th!
Neighbors surrounded Yin Geli. Seeing that this little foreigner was smiling, she was easy to talk and fluent in Chinese. Many children surrounded her asking questions.

When everyone learned that she was Han Zhuangzhuang's girlfriend, the neighbors were even more surprised.

Han Zhuangzhuang is not well-known in Yanjing as a human artist, but in the past two years he has acted in TV dramas and attended the Spring Festival Gala, so he is still well-known among the common people.

In the past, when everyone came to Shi Tiesheng's house, he was not well-known, but later he became famous, and everyone was surprised for a few days.

But judging from the current reaction, Han Zhuangzhuang has a foreign girlfriend, which seems to be more popular than the fact that he is famous for acting in TV dramas and sketches.

The old man who lived in the front yard couldn't help but patted Han Zhuangzhuang on the shoulder, "Glory to the country!"

The young people looked at Han Zhuangzhuang with admiration.

My role model!

Lin Weimin didn't expect that today's visit to Shi Tiesheng's house would make his nephew shine.

It's just that the limelight came out, which was somewhat weird.

Today's New Year's Day, Lin Weimin specially prepared mutton.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there is nothing that can warm people's hearts more than a pot of mutton.

Father Shi and Shi Lan were busy cleaning up the dishes, while Han Zhuangzhuang and Yin Geli were surrounded by neighbors, and they almost became circus monkeys.

Lin Weimin ran around in the two rooms of Shi's house, and saw a stack of letter paper with writing in the drawer of Shi Tiesheng's desk, he took it out casually.

Shi Tiesheng, who was following behind, saw it and hurriedly said, "Hey, don't move!"

"Look at the manuscript, what are you afraid of?"

Shi Tiesheng's expression was a little anxious, "That's not a manuscript, take it here!"

Lin Weimin didn't pay attention at first, but seeing Shi Tiesheng's reaction, he realized something was wrong belatedly.

Ignoring Shi Tiesheng's obstruction, and even turned around to prevent him from grabbing things, Lin Weimin fixed his eyes on the letter paper in his hand.

"Comrade Simi: Hello..."

Lin Weimin glanced at the letter paper, and Shi Tiesheng snatched it away.

We've known each other for several years, but it's the first time Lin Weimin saw him move so quickly.

"Hehe, the action is fast enough. Is this the magic of love?" Lin Weimin teased.

"What magic power of love? Don't talk nonsense!"

Shi Tiesheng is a man in his 30s, with dark skin, and Lin Weimin saw two red clouds on his face.

Such a contrasting picture instantly made Lin Weimin feel physically uncomfortable.

"Comrade Tiesheng, don't quibble! I think you should know the principle of being lenient when you confess, and strict when you resist. I saw it all just now, 'Dear Comrade Simi'..."

"Nonsense! Where's 'dear'?"

Shi Tiesheng was as shy as an adolescent boy.

Lin Weimin admitted his mistake very generously, "Oh! There is no 'dear'? Maybe I misread it."

(End of this chapter)