1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 363
The formalities of Yongzhen Baylor Mansion are still being processed, and it is troublesome to go through the Ministry, but Lin Weimin doesn't care, he is not in a hurry to move in anyway.

Moreover, the Baylor Mansion is now full of employees of the Academy of Sciences, and there will be a problem of vacating them in the future.

The dormitory of the Academy of Sciences hasn't been built yet. He won't be able to accept the Baylor Mansion for at least two years.

If you count the time to clean up the yard, you won't be able to live in it for three or four years.

Lin Weimin knew all the disadvantages of buying this yard, but he was still willing to buy it, just for the four words

——There is a price but no market.

Throughout the 40 years since Yanjing City was re-opened, no Prince's Mansion or Baylor's Mansion has been sold to the outside world.

His Yongxin Baylor Mansion should be regarded as the only one!
The news that he spent 20 meters to buy the Yongzhen Baylor Mansion in Xizhimen, after the unremitting dissemination of the staff of the Academy of Sciences these days, has spread in Yanjing City, and Lin Wanwan's name has once again become the gossip of Yanjing people. hot topic.

Naturally, Lin Weimin was inevitably ridiculed by his colleagues in the Guowen Society.

However, this heated discussion didn't last for two days, and was soon overwhelmed by another hot topic.

At the entrance of the front building of the Guowen Society, Lin Weimin was full of ridicule, "Uncle Zhai, your skills have regressed! How can such a thing happen?"

Uncle Zhai's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his face was even more frighteningly cold.

"Hunting all day long, I can't imagine being pecked in the eyes by a house sparrow!" Uncle Zhai said full of hatred.

More than an hour ago, it was time for the Guowen Society to go to work.

Zhu Wei from "People's Literature" noticed something was wrong as soon as he walked into the editorial office. The manuscripts on the floor of the editorial office were all over the floor, and the desk was also messy. The whole office was in disarray, as if it had been ransacked by thieves.

Either as if, or ransacked by thieves.

Zhu Wei realized something was wrong, and immediately called for someone, and everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them.

The Guowen Society was thieves!
It has been established for more than 30 years, and everyone has never heard of it.

The editors of "People's Literature" immediately checked what was missing in the editorial department, and many colleagues who reacted also went to check the situation of each department.

In the end, it was found that, except for the theft of "People's Literature" and "Contemporary", the other editorial offices were all in good condition.

This made the leaders of the club breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time they were afraid for a while.

After reporting the case, the police comrades rushed over quickly and checked the situation in the two editorial offices.

Lin Weimin's office was also within the scope of the thieves' patronage, and the editorial department also suspended work because it was collecting evidence, so he ran to the front building to tease Uncle Zhai in the mailroom.

He lit a cigarette for the anxious old man, and comforted him, "Okay, don't get angry."

Uncle Zhai took a deep drag on his cigarette, fully showing the depression in his heart.

After chatting for a while, news came from the editorial office of "People's Literature" upstairs that nothing was lost.

Next came the editorial department of "Contemporary", and nothing was lost.

Lin Weimin was happy when he suddenly heard someone spreading the word.

"I lost something in the editor's office!"

When he returned to the back building and inquired, he found out that the manuscript of "Da Ming Dynasty 1566" that he had put in the filing cabinet had been lost.

Hey!He's still an elegant thief!

Lin Weimin was delighted after hearing this.

All manuscripts of his works published in People's Literature were returned after they were printed.

A few days ago, the November issue of "People's Literature" had just been printed, and Xie Mingqing returned the manuscript to him. He casually put it in the filing cabinet in the office, and didn't take it to heart.

When I was ready, I took it home and kept it at home, but I didn't expect it to be stolen.

The police comrades left after collecting their certificates from the Guowen Society. Except for the manuscripts, nothing was lost in the society, which was not up to the standard for filing a case.

But who made the Guowen Society so influential, especially the manuscript of the novel by the famous writer Lin Weimin was lost. If the news spread, the nature would be too bad.

After the police left, the colleagues in the editorial department didn't want to work, and they really couldn't work today.

Although the things in the editorial department were not lost, the manuscripts were turned into a mess by thieves.

It will take a day or two just to organize these manuscripts.

Fortunately, the sixth issue of November has just been published, and everyone has time to fish and work, while chatting about the thieves who patronized the Guowen Society this time.

"Come into a publishing house to steal things. I have been an editor for 30 years, and this is the first time I have encountered this!" Zhang Zhong'e laughed.

Tong Zhonggui said: "This time the thief obviously came after Mr. Lin's manuscript. It's really strange that he actually stole the manuscript!"

Liu Yin smiled and said: "This is an elegant thief. To be honest, I don't even want her to be caught. Stealing manuscripts is a rare anecdote in the history of modern Chinese literature!"

When everyone heard what she said, they couldn't help smiling and expressing their deep agreement.

Indeed!
How can it be said to be "stealing" when it comes to scholars?

Mr. Zhou is simply a prophet!

Two days later, Lin Weimin was reviewing manuscripts in his office when he heard a commotion in the corridor.

When I opened the door and went to the editorial office, I saw a scruffy puppy, talking, laughing and playing with colleagues like a courtesan.

"Why did you come here?" Lin Weimin asked.

Yu Hua got up and called out "Teacher Lin", and replied, "I...I'm here to ask some questions about writing."

Lin Weimin wouldn't believe a word of this stuttering answer.

"Don't worry about taking classes in the Faculty of Arts. There is no place in Yanjing that you don't want to go. A few days ago, Mo Yan told me that you skipped class and went to their school to play with him!"

Yu Hua didn't expect that Mo Yan, who had small eyes, would betray him, "Mr. Lin, I actually went to Mo Yan to discuss the creative experience of "Red Sorghum Family". Inspired by him, I also wrote a long novel recently. Intend."

When it comes to talking nonsense with open eyes, Lin Weimin feels that he is no better than Yu Hua in flattery, so Zhangkou comes.

Yu Hua is like a primary school student who talks back to the teacher. Lin Weimin says something, he explains something, don't care if it is true or not, anyway, he will never let the words be left on the ground.

In the end, Yu Hua simply followed Lin Weimin into the office.

"Ms. Lin, I heard that your manuscript was stolen?"

"Mr. Lin, I heard that you bought a Baylor Mansion for 20 meters?"

"teacher LIN……"

Lin Weimin got a headache from his quarrel, so he had no choice but to kick him out, and this fellow swaggered back to the editorial department, continuing to chat and spank with everyone.

After get off work in the evening, Yu Hua got into Lin Weimin's car. He not only wanted the car, but also the food.

In November, Yanjing City had already entered winter, and Lin Weimin moved back to Tuanjiehu Apartment early.

Recently, Tao Huimin was filming on the crew of "The Story of a Female Doctor". There is a shuttle bus every day, and Lin Weimin does not need to personally pick her up.

Catch up with her coming back early today, as soon as Yu Hua entered the door, he sweetly called his wife.

Tao Huimin was so coaxed that she couldn't find Bei immediately, and started to make a fuss about cooking.

Calling "teacher" to Tao Huimin, who is six or seven years younger than him, once again refreshed Lin Weimin's understanding of Hua's "communication ability".

During the meal, they talked about what happened to Lin Weimin recently, and Yu Hua chattered excitedly, and the words were so vivid that those who didn't know thought he was watching from the side.

After listening for a long time, Lin Weimin couldn't help asking, "Where did you hear these things?"

"It's all from everyone."

Lin Weimin puts a big question mark on the word "everyone", which is estimated to be very broad.

Tao Huimin also talked about the recent filming of "The Biography of a Female Doctor".

The TV stations of the two places cooperated in filming, and various accidents emerged one after another. The most difficult thing to reconcile is the interpersonal relationship.

Fortunately, several important people in the production team are paying attention to this aspect. So far there has been no major disturbance, but there are always small conflicts every day.

"No one is looking for trouble with you, right?" Lin Weimin asked.

Tao Huimin hesitated for a moment, "No."

Lin Weimin looked at her, Yu Hua was here, and he didn't ask any more questions.

"By the way. Zhang Guorong always asks me recently if I can find him a human arts teacher to teach him."

Yu Hua asked in surprise: "A star as big as Zhang Guorong still needs to learn acting?"

Although Zhang Guorong has not yet won the title of actor with his movies, his songs are popular in the mainland, especially Yu Hua is a trendy fashionista in the 80s, so he naturally knows Zhang Guorong.

"His main business is singing, not an actor." Tao Huimin said.

Lin Weimin said: "Then find him one. Remember that the fee is more expensive. He is a big singer in Hong Kong, so he can't justify killing it."

Tao Huimin gave him a blank look, "It's not right."

Looking at the two of them, Yu Hua suddenly felt that the meal was boring.

Before leaving, he told Tao Huimin, "Master, you are thinking about my autographed photo."

Tao Huimin nodded and said, "Remember it!"

Just now Yu Hua asked Tao Huimin to get him some autographed photos of Zhang Guorong and Wang Mingquan, so that he could show off to his family when he returned from vacation.

At this time, Zhang Guorong was not very famous in the mainland, but Wang Mingquan was much more famous because he was on the Spring Festival Gala.

Two days later, it was the weekend, and Lin Weimin made an appointment with Zheng Xiaolong and Feng Xiaogang to meet the crew of "The Story of a Female Doctor" during dinner.

It just so happened that he was free today, so he took the two of them to the crew to learn the working mode of Xiangjiang crew.

With Lin Weimin leading the way, the two received a good reception.

After watching the crew for a long time, I feel that Xiangjiang's team is indeed much more professional than them in filming TV dramas.

Chatting during lunch, Feng Xiaogang lamented this matter.

Lin Weimin said: "The content of TV dramas produced by one TV station in one year is equal to the production of TV dramas in the mainland in one or two years. This way of doing things, even the most stupid people have experienced it in a year."

Zheng Xiaolong and Feng Xiaogang nodded when they heard this.

Indeed, they chatted with several crew members of Xiangjiang, who obviously had no formal professional education.

But one advantage of working in a big TV station like TVB is that the internal training mechanism is very complete.

Not only the actors have training classes, but also the behind-the-scenes personnel, and when they enter the crew, they must be guided by masters.

Even as an actor, after signing a contract and entering the company, he often has to do chores when he has no role.

With such training, I dare not say how high-level talents are cultivated, but at least they are all qualified all-rounders.

At this time, the social status of those who make TV dramas in China is generally lower than that of film practitioners, including many literary works and scripts, which are given priority to movies, and then to TV.

As a result, the quality of talents is naturally inferior to those trained in actual combat like wireless TV stations.

While a few people were talking, they heard a noise not far away.

After a while, the noise became louder and louder, and there were scolding sounds, and the entire crew rushed over there.

(End of this chapter)