1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 357 Praise It Well

Since the beginning of 84, the domestic manuscript fee standard has unconsciously increased significantly.

In the past few years, the manuscript fee standard of ten yuan per thousand words has come to an end, but now it is more than ten yuan per thousand words.

Although 35 yuan per thousand characters is a record, but for Lin Weimin, this standard is basically better than nothing.

Lin Weimin revealed some of his thoughts during the conversation, and Wang Meng looked at him strangely.

"Do you think everyone is you, Lin Wanwan?"

The old man sealed his throat with a sword, and Lin Weimin was speechless.

"gone!"

I can't talk anymore today.

After Lin Weimin left, Zhu Wei looked at his back enviously, "35 yuan for a thousand characters is too little?"

Wang Meng teased: "Why don't you say that he is Lin Wanwan, the richer you are, the more you have to compare pennies and pennies."

Zhu Wei thought for a while, and it seemed to make sense.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the colleagues in the office packed up their things and left one after another. Zhu Wei was the last one to lock the door.

I went to the shed to pick up my Phoenix brand bicycle, and followed the off-duty army of the Guowen Society into Chaonei Street.

His family lives in Baijiazhuang, on the edge of the East Third Ring Road, very close to Tuanjie Lake.

After passing the Chaoyang Gate, Zhu Wei found a newsstand and stopped.

"Here's a copy of People's Literature!"

Zhu Wei paid the money and took the magazine.

The price of 76 cents, from the resumption of publication in [-] to this year, "People's Literature" has persisted for almost ten years.

Zhu Wei has been working in the editorial department for two years. In the past two years, the issue of publication pricing has been discussed, but the pricing has never been raised.

After all, "People's Literature" is not just a publication that aims to create benefits, it also represents the highest standard in the Chinese literary world. Compared with economic benefits, the social and cultural effects it can produce are more important to the Guowen Society and the higher authorities of.

When I got home, I made a bowl of noodles and was eating when someone knocked on the door. When I opened the door, it was Li Tuo.

Li Tuo had a bit of excitement on his face, "I've seen it!"

A sentence without ending, like a code, Zhu Wei immediately understood, and asked while bald, "How do you feel?"

Li Tuo shouted: "One word, awesome! Two words, really awesome! Three words, awesome!"

Zhu Wei couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "Which teacher taught you this math?"

"It doesn't matter which teacher teaches..." Li Tuo pulled the chair and sat down. He was about to speak when he saw Zhu Wei's "People's Literature" on the table. He picked it up and waved it: "I told you As soon as this novel comes out, "Li Zicheng" and "Kangxi the Great" have to be sidelined. From now on, I will only recognize "Da Ming Dynasty 1566" as a historical novel."

Zhu Wei finished eating the noodles in a few mouthfuls at the moment, put the rice bowl in the pool, brushed it casually, and put it in the cupboard.

"You're not afraid of offending people by saying that!"

"Good is good. I'm telling the truth. I didn't say that these two novels are useless. In fact, both of them are well written. The key is that the opponent is too strong!
This Lin Weimin, he...how did he write it? "

Li Tuo said in amazement.

Zhu Wei finally sat down, "Yes, we are also curious."

"You said, he really didn't have any research on the history of the Ming Dynasty before?"

Zhu Wei shook his head, "As far as I know, no. He is a man who has no airs in the club and can chat with anyone. Anyway, I have never heard him talk about this before."

"Is that really the history of the Ming Dynasty that I only learned about for writing this novel?"

The expression on Li Tuo's face was even more shocking as he said that, he could hardly believe that such a brilliant historical novel as "The Ming Dynasty 1566" was written by a writer who didn't know much about the Ming Dynasty.

"I heard that he was in the library for more than half a year. You don't know him, and he really writes very quickly. It took only a week for "Farewell My Concubine" with 10,000+ words. This time I wrote "Da Ming" Dynasty 1566" took nearly a year, which is already a record!"

Li Tuo couldn't help showing a bit of bitterness on his face when he heard the words, "Of course I've heard of this. What the hell, it doesn't matter if you are so talented, you can write fast!"

"Why don't everyone say that he is the real god to eat?"

Li Tuo nodded, agreeing with Zhu Wei's words.

Then he turned to "People's Literature" and complained: "Tell me that you are the same, why are you publishing it in two installments? This makes people wait so anxiously!"

Zhu Wei asked, "Have you finished watching?"

"Then where can I finish it? Such a good work, I have to taste it slowly."

Zhu Wei was speechless, "Then why don't you!"

"Sooner or later, I have to watch it. I can't watch it for a month, can I?"

"That can't be helped, who told him to write too long! There are more than 40 words, and the first issue can't fit. You can't let us write this novel at a loss, right? It's not making money now."

The layout of the publication is limited, and the gap between issues is nothing more than a few pages or a dozen pages.

As far as the length of "Da Ming Dynasty 1566" is concerned, if one issue is published, it will not be a matter of a few pages, but nearly a hundred pages.

Without mentioning the pricing, Guowenshe could vomit blood at a loss.

"Hey!" Li Tuo looked a little regretful, and flipped through the "People's Literature" in his hand, "The length of the writing is also quite good, and the longer the writing, the better."

Zhu Wei asked with a smile, "Where's yours? What are you doing mine?"

"Stingy! Here you are!"

Li Tuo threw the "People's Literature" in his hand to Zhu Wei, opened his clothes, and pulled out an identical copy from the waistband of his trousers.

"You are too tasteful!" Zhu Wei frowned and said in disgust.

Li Tuo deliberately slapped the fan twice, "Okay, this time the smell is gone!"

Zhu Wei was speechless.

After the joke was over, Li Tuo sat on a chair, holding the "People's Literature" that was just released today, and read it very seriously.

Zhu Wei took out a few manuscripts from his work unit, sat down at his desk to review the manuscripts, and occasionally took a pen to write comments.

At this time, everyone has no mobile phones or telephones. When friends are interested, they basically just ride a bicycle and arrive when they want to see someone. They never say hello in advance.

Li Tuo's family lived in Dongdaqiao, not far from Zhu Wei's house, and he often came here by riding a bicycle for ten minutes after work.

At such times, Li Tuo usually finds a good book or reads a good article in a newspaper, and then he can't wait to come to share with Zhu Wei.

Although he has stopped writing novels in the past two years, he has read more than when he was writing before, after all, he has more time.

The quiet atmosphere in the room lasted until after nine o'clock in the evening. The sound of Zhu Wei getting up and pouring water woke up Li Tuo, who had been immersed in the novel.

"What time is it?" Li Tuo asked.

"It's 09:30!"

Suddenly, Li Tuo was so engrossed in reading that he didn't even notice the time.

He lowered his head and glanced at the "People's Literature" in his hand, and before he knew it, he had read more than half of the length of "Da Ming Dynasty 1566".

When Li Tuo thought that half of the content would not be seen until next month, he felt uncomfortable for a while.

The taste of waiting is not good!
"Eh!"

"what?"

"I have something to discuss with you. It's too uncomfortable to look at it like this. Would you let me go to your editorial department to look at the manuscript?"

After hearing Li Tuo's request, Zhu Wei's first reaction was whimsical, "Can the manuscript be shown to you casually?"

"Anyway, it's already been published. I won't take it away. I'll just squat in your editorial department. I'll just take a Maza with me. I promise not to delay the work of your editorial department. How about it?"

"This……"

Li Tuo's attitude was so humble that Zhu Wei was too embarrassed to refuse.

The next morning, Lin Weimin was reviewing manuscripts in the office when Liu Yin walked in.

"Hey, Weimin, have you heard?" She asked gossipingly.

"What did you hear?" Lin Weimin looked up at her, a little puzzled.

"Where is Li Tuo squatting in the editorial office of People's Literature?"

"Why is he squatting there?"

Liu Yin had a somewhat mysterious smile on her face, "To read your novel manuscript!"

Lin Weimin's expression was a little surprised, "Look at my manuscript? That "Da Ming Dynasty 1566"?"

"En." Liu Yin nodded.

Lin Weimin laughed and said: "It's not possible, hasn't it already been posted?"

"I didn't post all of them! I heard that he came in the morning, and he specially applied to Wang Meng to stay in the editorial department to read your novel. I didn't expect that your novel is so charming!" Liu Yin exclaimed.

After Liu Yin finished talking about the gossip, she left Lin Weimin's office. Needless to say, spreading this matter after returning to the editorial department was inevitable.

After a busy day, when it was time to get off work, Lin Weimin was about to pick up his car and leave when he heard someone calling him at the door of the front building.

"teacher LIN!"

He turned his head and saw that it was Zhu Wei, followed by Li Tuo.

Seeing Lin Weimin's excitement, Li Tuo's facial features were a little distorted, so he rushed to Zhu Wei's front and held Lin Weimin's hand.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin, you wrote a good work! Good work!"

Li Tuo shook Lin Weimin's hand with excessive enthusiasm, and reverence shone in his eyes.

Lin Weimin smiled and exchanged pleasantries with him. The two had met at the symposium of "Furong Town" not long ago, but they hadn't spoken much at that time.

"Does Teacher Lin have time? Let's have some dinner together!" Li Tuo offered the invitation.

Lin Weimin hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."

Li Tuo was overjoyed immediately, called Zhu Wei, went out of the compound of the Chinese Cultural Society, and went directly to a restaurant.

Chatting while waiting for the dishes, Li Tuo kept talking about "Da Ming Dynasty 1566".

He spent the whole day reading the other half of the novel today, full of thoughts in his heart. When he came out, he happened to meet Lin Weimin, the author of the novel, who was off work. Needless to say, he felt excited.

He eloquently expounded his feelings and opinions after reading the novel, even the food and wine on the table could not arouse his interest.

Seeing this, Zhu Wei interrupted Li Tuo and said, "Can you eat something first?"

Only then did Li Tuo realize his gaffe, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, I'm a little excited."

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "Brother Li, what is he talking about. I should be happy that the novel can be so loved."

Zhu Wei also echoed with a smile: "Ms. Lin's "Da Ming Dynasty 1566" is not only liked by Li Tuo. At that time, all the colleagues in our editorial department were shocked after watching it."

Li Tuo slapped the table, "That's right! What Zhu Wei said is so right, that's the feeling, it's amazing!"

Li Tuo's praise made Lin Weimin a little embarrassed, "Brother Li, it's too much praise, too much praise!"

Li Tuo had a serious face and a solemn tone, "There is absolutely no praise!"

"Mr. Lin, you have written an amazing work! It should be understood!"

Li Tuo seemed to be dissatisfied with his words, he raised the wine glass on the table and drank it down in one gulp.

"It's amazing! It's amazing! As a writer, if you can write such a work in your life, you will be satisfied even after you die!"

Li Tuo took advantage of his drunkenness to let loose.

Zhu Wei looked at his friend dumbfounded, and explained to Lin Weimin: "Mr. Lin, he didn't mean that."

Lin Weimin laughed and said, "Of course I know!"

Lin Weimin was also very happy that his works were highly recognized by his peers, and drank a toast.

Li Tuo said again: "I must write a review for this novel of yours, and praise it well!"

(End of this chapter)