1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 353
Ah Cheng's father, Zhong Dianli, is a famous film critic. He has been familiar with it since he was a child, and has a profound knowledge in film.

Lin Weimin also knew that he could chat, and such a talent was needed on this occasion.

As soon as Ah Cheng opened his mouth, it was really extraordinary.

From the adaptation of movies and novels to the difference between literary images and screen images, to the visual performance of movies, and then what is the language of movies.

From literature to film, and then from film to literature, the words fluttered up and down, making everyone present dizzy.

Mr. Chen, who was sitting next to Lin Weimin, asked him, "Who is this man?"

"Mr. Zhong's son, Zhong Acheng. He published several novels on our "Contemporary" before, "The King of Chess", "The King of Trees", and "The King of Children."

"He!"

When it comes to Zhong Acheng, Mr. Chen does not know him, but when he mentions the three novels "Three Kings", Mr. Chen is deeply impressed, and he looks at Acheng with a little appreciation.

Ah Cheng came here today purely to join in the fun, his father, Zhong Dianli, was inconvenient to travel, so he had to bring him with him when he came out to participate in the activities.

He didn't expect that Lin Weimin would call him by name, but he was a man who never pretended to be false when facing big occasions. On the contrary, he had the drive to go crazy, and the more he talked, the more energetic he was.

Chen Lao sighed: "It's a talent!"

Lin Weimin could only admire in admiration that he was able to convincingly convincing a veteran of the literary world like Chen Lao.

Ah Cheng's mouth is really a treasure!
Maybe it was because he talked too much, Ah Cheng let himself go a little bit in the end.

"Actually, I think it is better to shoot Mr. Lin's "Farewell My Concubine" than to shoot "Furong Town". The beauty of form..."

Lin Weimin was drinking tea when he heard this and choked.

He glanced around twice, Xu Sangchu and Xie Jin's faces were not very good-looking.

The one with the darkest complexion was Gu Hua.

Lin Weimin quickly coughed twice, and said in a relaxed tone: "It seems that Ah Cheng likes "Farewell My Concubine" very much!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

"I don't think Farewell My Concubine or Hibiscus Town is better than the other. I discussed this issue with Director Xie before. What he wants to shoot is a 'political genre painting' that can reflect the past era. However, the theme of "Farewell My Concubine" is more about the word "love", and the core thing is still very different.

"Furong Town" is profound and comprehensive in reflecting the problems of the past era, and its theme is also in line with Director Xie's original intention. "

After Lin Weimin finished speaking, seeing the pale faces of Gu Hua and Xie Jin, he felt a little relieved.

He came here today to stand up and cheer, but Ah Cheng played it off so casually, it seemed like he was here to mess things up.

Fortunately, I react quickly!

Just when he was rejoicing, Xu Anhua, who was a few chairs away, took the initiative to speak.

"Mr. Lin is right. I think it's unfair to regard "Farewell My Concubine" simply as a novel that reflects buzz. Its core is not only about love, but also reflects a magnificent era. .If it can be handed over to an excellent director to shoot, it will definitely become a masterpiece in film history."

Lin Weimin looked at Xu Anhua speechlessly.

Sister, don't make trouble at this time!
While Xu Anhua was speaking, Gu Hua's face became more and more rigid, and the atmosphere in the meeting room, which had been somewhat loose, became weird.

At this time, Mr. Chen stood up and said with a smile: "Going off topic! Off topic! Today we are talking about the problem of "Furong Town."

His seniority is high and his status is important. Although it is just a simple sentence, it reverses the atmosphere in the conference room.

Everyone continued to talk freely, gradually forgetting the episode just now.

After a day's symposium, everyone was a little tired.

After the meeting ended, Mr. Chen smiled at Lin Weimin: "I'm sorry to say during the meeting just now, it seems that everyone has high expectations for your "Farewell My Concubine"! Have you never thought about making it into a movie?"

Lin Weimin laughed and said, "I had a chat with Director Xie before, but we didn't agree. If I didn't meet a suitable director, I would shoot it if I did."

Old Chen said: "Xie Jin is not suitable? There are not a few directors who have approached you in the past two years, right?"

"It can only be said that fate has not arrived." Lin Weimin shook his head.

Looking at his appearance, Mr. Chen thought of a sentence: Jiangshan is easy to change, but temperament is hard to change. Sun Houzi is Sun Houzi.

The symposium ended, and there was a reception organized by the Shanghai Film Studio in the evening. Lin Weimin didn't plan to attend, so he said hello to Gu Hua, and left.

The news of the adaptation of "Furong Town" made many readers of "Farewell My Concubine" feel sorry.

Although it is also the winner of the first Yanbing Literary Award, and it also has buzzing content, "Farewell My Concubine" has a much higher status in the hearts of these readers than "Furong Town".

Many people found it incomprehensible to shoot "Furong Town" instead of "Farewell My Concubine" after a good film, so many readers began to write letters to the director Xie Jin and Shanghai Film Studio to complain about it.

This was something Xie Jin and Shanghai Film Studio never expected. Looking at the letters from readers, Xie Jin was a little dumbfounded.

The most uncomfortable thing is Gu Hua. Originally, his work was adapted by the great director Xie Jin, and he invested in a big studio like Shanghai Film Studio. The standard of the symposium was even higher. But he didn't expect Lin Weimin to steal the limelight.

The key point is that people didn't steal the limelight on purpose, and even avoided it deliberately, which made Gu Hua even more depressed.

Afterwards, he wrote more than once to his classmates complaining about it, which became a joke for everyone.

It's late August, and the fifth issue of "Contemporary" this year will go on sale in a few days. Today's editorial department has a meeting to discuss the backlog of manuscripts.

For more than two years, the number of submissions to "Contemporary" has been very large, but the layout of the magazine is limited, only six issues per year.

Even if a small number of good-quality manuscripts are digested in the form of a series of books, it is still a drop in the bucket compared to the massive number of submissions. The publishing cycle of many manuscripts has even been pushed to four issues. "Contemporary" is a bimonthly magazine, and the fourth issue is Eight months, more than half a year.

A group of people discussed for a long time, but they never touched the most fundamental problem.

"Let's revise it! The monthly magazine is imperative!"

Lin Weimin is not afraid of offending others. If he wants to avoid offending others as a leader, he will not be able to do a good job.

Changing from bimonthly to monthly is the most effective way to deal with the backlog of manuscripts. What's more, the sales volume of "Contemporary" has always been very good.

From the first quarterly to the bimonthly, and then from the bimonthly to the monthly, everyone is almost drained.

Lin Weimin, the editor-in-chief, spoke and stood on the side of righteousness. No one refuted them, but turned their attention to Tan Chaoyang, full of desire to survive.

"In this way, everyone's workload will be doubled again." Tan Chaoyang spoke his mind for everyone, and everyone was grateful.

"Apply to the agency, and transfer a few more people. The magazine is adapted, and the bimonthly magazine becomes a monthly magazine. It is equivalent to doubling the sales volume and the benefits of the agency. There is no reason for the leader not to agree."

Lin Weimin responded without hesitation, as if he had rehearsed it many times.

Everyone lamented in their hearts. It was done like this when the quarterly magazine became a bimonthly magazine. Everyone was not surprised to hear this.

It's just that his eyes turned to Comrade Lao Tan again, and he hoped that Comrade Lao Tan could give some strength to make this "forest skinning" decision go back.

"This..." Comrade Old Tan pondered, and everyone's hearts were raised in their throats.

After a while, Old Tan finally said, "It's also a way!"

Pooh!
Everyone spurned in their hearts, and they knew that the two of you are the same!
Lao Tan is unreliable!
After Qin Chaoyang finished speaking, Lin Weimin asked, "Do you have any other comments?"

Everyone looked at each other, this guy was in the righteousness, the leadership also unified their opinions, and asked everyone's opinions hypocritically, which made them even more disgusted in their hearts.

As a leader, my heart is darkened!
Just became the editor-in-chief and that's it. If this makes you the president, will everyone still have a good life?

"No comment!"

A group of people said in unison.

"Okay!" Lin Weimin stood up while supporting the table, "Since our editorial department has unified our opinions, let's report it to the newspaper office."

The meeting was held in the big office of the editorial department. After the meeting, Lin Weimin and Qin Chaoyang went back to their respective offices while talking.

Everyone was muttering in the editorial department, and Tong Zhonggui felt a little toothache.

Why didn't I see you talking during the meeting just now?
As the youngest and most junior comrade in the editorial department, he didn't dare to say this, he only dared to think about it in his heart.

At the same time, I admire Teacher Lin's determination and responsibility even more.

"Comrade Old Qin's acting skills have improved again!" Lin Weimin teased.

Tan Chaoyang looked helpless, "Isn't this all forced by you?"

"What do you mean I was forced? I haven't been a bad guy enough? Next time you talk about it!"

"What's the matter again? Why, you still want to change it to a semi-monthly magazine?"

After Tan Chaoyang finished speaking, he started to laugh. Quarterly, bimonthly, monthly, and then semi-monthly. Regardless of whether the magazine and readers can accept it, the colleagues in the editorial department must have gone crazy.

Lin Weimin couldn't help laughing.

Today's meeting, in fact, the two of them had already discussed in advance.

One sings the red face, the other sings the white face.

As a leader, you also have to pay attention to methods.

Don't think it's time to offend people, but it's also the time to establish authority. When Tan Chaoyang told Lin Weimin, he immediately understood what Tan Chaoyang meant.

Jokes aside, Lin Weimin was grateful for Comrade Lao Tan.

It was Lin Weimin who went to the club to say that he must communicate with the leader in advance about the revision of the magazine, and then go to the meeting.

Went to Meng Weizai's office and reported the situation.

Meng Weizai said: "It's time to revise the edition. The backlog of manuscripts has been a bit serious since last year. The series you created is a temporary solution, not a root cause."

"Then you don't change before you leave?" Lin Weimin muttered.

Zai Meng Wei said: "I changed it, is there any business for you?"

"Yes, yes. Thanks to the leader for your hard work, so that's the end of the matter?"

"How many times have I told you, don't say such things. Is this something you and I can decide in one sentence?"

"Yes, yes, you have to go to the meeting and have a group discussion."

Seeing his tired look, Meng Weizai didn't make a fuss, "Is there anything else? If there's nothing else, hurry up!"

"Then you are busy first!"

Lin Weimin came out of Meng Weizai's office with a big smile and walked towards the editorial office of "People's Literature".

He bumped into Zhu Wei head-on, "Teacher Lin!"

"Is Lao Xie there?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Yes!" Zhu Wei replied.

Lin Weimin pushed open the door of the editorial department, wanton and arrogant.

"Thank you!"

(End of this chapter)