1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 334
A few days later, when Zheng Xiaolong came to discuss the script, Lin Weimin mentioned about Feng Xiaogang.

He didn't know Feng Xiaogang very well, and the reason why he agreed to help was because when he was chatting with Zheng Xiaolong before, he mentioned that Yan Zhi was short of talents.

It has just been established for two years, except for "Four Generations Under One Roof", Yanzhi has not produced any decent works, and there are few people. If they want to transfer some talents from other units, they are unwilling to come.

Otherwise, Zheng Xiaolong, who has just turned [-], would not have been the producer of "Plainclothes Police" alone.

After listening to Lin Weimin's introduction of Feng Xiaogang's situation, Zheng Xiaolong said: "It's okay to let him come, but I dare not promise you about the production. In this way, if he can follow the drama "Plainclothes Police", I will tell the leader Say, give him an arrangement."

Zheng Xiaolong must give Teacher Lin's face, but he also has to talk about some conditions.

Lin Weimin nodded and said with a smile: "It should be. He is a bit talented, and you will know when you meet and get to know each other."

Two days later, Lin Weimin called Zheng Xiaolong and Feng Xiaogang together, and the work matter was settled satisfactorily.

Feng Xiaogang flattered Zheng Xiaolong when he saw Zheng Xiaolong, and slapped Zheng Xiaolong's mouth.

Looking at such a scene, Lin Weimin thought to himself, no wonder the two of you can mix together in future generations, I dare you to be so kind!
Entering February in the Gregorian calendar, there is still more than half a month before the Chinese New Year, and this day is Friday.

In the office, Tan Chaoyang pointed to the newspaper he was reading and asked, "For the people, take a look, your novel was published in this publication, right?"

Qin Chaoyang said something suddenly, but Lin Weimin didn't understand what he meant, so he took the newspaper and read it before he knew what was going on.

It turned out that an article on tofu cubes was published in today's "Guangming Daily".

The title is "<Xiangjiang Literature> Monthly First Publication", the content is very brief, only one or two hundred words.

"The monthly "Xiangjiang Literature" published by Xiangjiang Literature Magazine, with the editor-in-chief of Xiangjiang famous writer Liu Yichang, was officially launched on January [-] this year.

There are only a handful of pure literary magazines in Hong Kong. The official release of "Xiangjiang Literature" has its own unusual significance, which can bring a fresh breath to the Xiangjiang literary world.This [-]-page pure literary magazine publishes various genres of literary and artistic works, literary criticism, literary historical research, etc. in Bay Island, Xiangjiang, Haojiang, Southeast Asia, Europe and the United States.The magazine advocates and promotes the atmosphere of reading and creation, and is committed to communicating the exchange of Chinese literary creation and criticism at home and abroad.The authors of the inaugural issue include Ye Weilian, Takeuchi Minority, Zhao Lingyang, etc. "

Although the article is small, the significance it represents is extraordinary.

"Guangming Daily" is a national-level newspaper. It rarely publishes news about Xiangjiang, and even if it does, it only publishes major political and economic events. Now it has published a newsletter article about the founding of a literary journal.

No one dares to underestimate even an article the size of a tofu cube.

Lin Weimin looked at the author's name with the words "Old One" under the title and fell into deep thought, not knowing which big boss it was.

Tan Chaoyang sighed, "This magazine is extraordinary!"

Lin Weimin, who came back to his senses, nodded, it was really unusual.

While the two were talking, Tong Zhonggui came to the office and handed over a manuscript.

"Whose manuscript?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile, he thought it was the manuscript sent after review.

Tong Zhonggui's face was a little shy, "Mr. Lin, I wrote this."

"Your manuscript, is it the one you mentioned last time?"

"Yes."

Lin Weimin looked at the title on the front page of the manuscript, "The Escape in [-]".

Tong Zhonggui asked Lin Weimin a lot of questions during the creation process, but they were all about the writing itself. The content of the novel was not disclosed to Lin Weimin. He read the manuscript with great interest.

The atmosphere in the room was quiet. Tan Chaoyang was reviewing manuscripts with his head bowed, annotating and writing comments from time to time. The pen touched the paper, making a rustling sound.Lin Weimin was reading the manuscript, taking a sip of tea from time to time.

Tong Zhonggui sat beside Lin Weimin, a little nervous, rubbing his fingers occasionally.

After more than half an hour like this, Lin Weimin raised his head, looked at Tong Zhonggui's hidden apprehension eyes, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Are you nervous?"

Tong Zhonggui nodded honestly.

"That's right. This should be your first novella, so you must be nervous."

Tong Zhonggui looked at Lin Weimin eagerly, his eyes mixed with hope and anxiety.

"Mr. Lin, what do you think of this novel?"

Lin Weimin rolled up the manuscript and held it in his hand. He didn't answer Tong Zhonggui's question, but instead asked, "You are also an editor now. How do you think this manuscript is written?"

Tong Zhonggui didn't expect that Lin Weimin would turn against the general. He was stunned for a moment, tongue-tied for a few seconds, and then said: "I think...it should, it should be pretty good, right?"

The question at the end of the words shows that Tong Zhonggui lacks confidence in his heart, and this situation is really tormenting.

Lin Weimin said earnestly: "A writer must have the ability to jump out of the work and gain insight into himself. Otherwise, it is easy to fall into the situation of self and narcissism.

Only then did Tong Zhonggui understand what Lin Weimin meant when he asked him.

Feeling Lin Weimin's good intentions, Tong Zhonggui said sincerely: "Mr. Lin, I remember."

Lin Weimin nodded slightly, and then said: "Let's talk about your novel. It's good overall, and it follows the route of avant-garde novels. It's quite innovative, the narrative technique is unique, and the overall environment is created with fantasy and mystery. The only shortcoming is that A little looser."

When Lin Weimin said this, he stopped and looked at Tong Zhonggui, "But it doesn't matter, as the first novella, your novel is good enough."

When Tong Zhonggui heard this, a bit of excitement appeared on his face.

He is happy that the novel has received a high evaluation, and even more happy that this evaluation comes from Mr. Lin.

At this moment, Lin Weimin turned his head to Tan Chaoyang and said, "You always help check it out. I read Xiaotong's novel, it's more than enough for our "Contemporary"!"

Qin Zhaoyang took the manuscript, and joked with a smile: "You are a bit strict with yourself and lenient with others! If your novels are not sent to us, Xiao Tong's manuscripts will not be rejected."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Don't let the rich water flow to outsiders! If you don't let Xiaotong post with us, what if he turns around and votes for "Harvest"? Isn't that an enemy?"

After a few jokes, after Tan Chaoyang finished reading the manuscript, he smiled and said to Tong Zhonggui: "Little Tong is not bad, he has made great progress!"

Tong Zhonggui thanked him happily.

Lin Weimin said: "How is it? I said it's okay to publish it?"

"My apprentice hurts me! Xiao Tong, you really found a good master!"

Tan Chaoyang's ridicule made Tong Zhonggui a little shy, but he agreed with Tan Chaoyang's words very much.

Although there is no such thing as a "master" in the Guowen Society, in his heart, Mr. Lin is like a master.

Although the manuscript can be accepted after being finalized, the specific publication date needs to wait for typesetting.

The only advantage of Tong Zhonggui as an internal member of the editorial department is that he can get the manuscript fee bill in advance.

Compared with the six yuan per thousand characters when I first published "Mulberry Garden Memorial", this time the manuscript fee mentioned eight yuan per thousand characters.

Not only because this is his second novel, which is of high quality, but also because the publishing fees across the country have been rising in the past year.

The full text of "The Escape in 8000" was more than 160 words, which brought Tong Zhonggui an income of [-] yuan.

This manuscript fee is equivalent to his three months' salary.

When Tong Zhonggui got the thin manuscript fee bill, he couldn't help but think of the first time he got 30 yuan manuscript fee, the manuscript fee at that time was not as good as the current fraction, but the excitement at that time was far better than now of.

Of course he was happy when he got the manuscript fee bill, but the excitement and joy at that time will never be there again.

Now, Tong Zhonggui has a bigger goal.

He wanted to be like Mr. Lin, relying on his own manuscript fees to settle down in Yanjing. It would be best to buy a courtyard house with a single family.

He now lives in Housun Park Hutong, where there are many colleagues from the agency.In addition to there, colleagues in the agency are also distributed in Hongxing Hutong and Dongbu Zong Hutong.

Except for a few leaders, the housing and living conditions of most colleagues are not satisfactory.

In terms of seniority, it will take at least ten or eight years to allocate a house for oneself. Even if the house is allocated, the place will definitely be a big deal.

Tong Zhonggui didn't want to live in a pigeon cage-sized house like his colleagues for decades.

The manuscript fee has become the best weapon to change his situation.

Tong Zhonggui touched the manuscript fee bill, and he was one step closer to the courtyard.

As the Spring Festival Gala draws closer, Lin Weimin runs more and more frequently to the broadcasting compound, not only to the broadcasting compound, but also to the joint rehearsal at Gongti.

Although it has been decided not to get involved in the Spring Festival Gala, the work at hand must be done well.

With the increase in the number of rehearsals, Huang Yihe has gradually realized the disadvantages of holding the Spring Festival Gala in a large venue like Gongti.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Now that the deal is done and the military order has been issued, he can only bite the bullet.

In their spare time, Huang Yihe and Lin Weimin hid in a corner of the Gongti stage to smoke, and suddenly remembered that when the preparations for this year's Spring Festival Gala first started, Lin Weimin seemed to disagree with his ideas.

It's a pity that at that time, I couldn't listen to it at all, and I just wanted to make a big one.

Looking back now, he suddenly realized.

"Mr. Lin, you already knew about this situation!"

Lin Weimin chuckled twice, "I was just thinking about it myself."

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Huang Yihe's mouth. He knew that he should pay attention to Teacher Lin's opinion.

"Oh!" Huang Yihe sighed in vain.

Lin Weimin said, "I'll give you a piece of advice!"

"What advice?"

"Don't cut the horizon!"

Huang Yihe was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help laughing.

This suggestion sounds nonsense at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he realizes that at this point, it seems that this is really the only thing he can do.

"Okay, don't cut the vision!"

(End of this chapter)