1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 398
Tao Huimin has not returned to Yanjing during this period, and the casting of Xie Tieli's "Dream of Red Mansions" has not yet started.The Shichahai small courtyard has been empty for two months, and no one has lived in it. The house is covered with a layer of dust.

Lin Weimin didn't care about tidying up the house, so he slept for most of the day, before he reversed the jet lag.

When he woke up, it was after four o'clock in the morning. He simply cleaned up the house, and then drove the crown that had been idle for two months to go to work.

When they came to the Guowen Society, when the colleagues saw the long-lost Crown, they immediately realized that it was Lin Weimin who had returned.

Many people gathered around Lin Weimin who had just got off the car, and everyone asked questions in one go, all of which were of course Lin Weimin's experience in the United States.

It took him a while to come to the back building, and the colleagues in the editorial department were also very pleasantly surprised when they saw him.

"Oh! You are back!" Liu Yin was overjoyed.

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "I didn't expect that, I've been away for two months, and Miss Liu misses me so much?"

Unexpectedly, Liu Yin hurriedly said: "I miss you! It's okay this time, you can be regarded as coming back, someone got scolded!"

"What do you mean?"

With a bitter face, Tong Zhonggui handed a letter from a reader to Lin Weimin, "Mr. Lin, they are all scolding Wang Shuo and "Stubborn Lord"."

Lin Weimin took the letter and glanced at it. The letter was written by a university professor, and his criticism of "Stubborn Lord" was nothing more than "vulgar writing", "vulgar conception" and other words.

"It's okay, just scold a few words!"

Lin Weimin didn't take it seriously after reading the letter. He had already thought of this kind of result long before he made the decision to publish "Stubborn Lord".

He didn't take his criticism of "Stubborn Lord" and Wang Shuo to heart, instead he took out a pack of original books from his bag, "Come on, come back from the US with nothing else, everyone has a book. "

Everyone rushed forward and grabbed the books.

Zhang Zhonge on the side didn't move, and said, "What English book do you bring? We can't understand this, so it's better to bring some affordable ones!"

Before Lin Weimin could speak, Liu Yin on the side smiled and said, "Comrade Zhang, do you think he brought the book back for us to read?"

Zhang Zhonge asked in confusion: "What else can you do if you don't look at it?"

Liu Yin put the book in her hand on the table, revealing the English name on the spine.

"Of course it's for you to put it on a bookshelf!"

After hearing what she said, the other colleagues smiled knowingly.

Only then did Zhang Zhonge understand, and he couldn't help laughing wryly, it turned out to be like this.

Lin Weimin gave Liu Yin a thumbs up, "Sister Liu still understands me!"

After joking with his colleagues for a while, Tong Zhonggui reminded again: "By the way, Mr. Lin. Some time ago, your package was sent from Xiangjiang, and it was placed with the director. You want to pick it up when the director comes."

Lin Weimin nodded to show that he knew. A few minutes later, Tan Chaoyang came to work. He went over to say hello, and got his package, as well as an international wire transfer order.

Qin Chaoyang asked: "When will Xiangjiang publish novels again?"

Lin Weimin opened the package, and under the heavy packaging, there was only a thin award certificate.

Only films that win the Palme d'Or at the Cannes Film Festival will receive the Palme d'Or, and the rest of the awards will all be certificates.

"what is this?"

"The award certificate of the Cannes Film Festival. The film "Lover" participated in the film festival and won two awards, one for best photography and one for best screenplay. I did not follow to the film festival, so the production company specially awarded the best screenplay The award certificate was sent to me."

Qin Chaoyang asked in surprise, "Cannes Film Festival?"

At this time, the three major European film festivals are not yet so well-known in China. For many Chinese, as long as domestic films win awards, as long as they are foreign-named film festivals, they will win glory for the country.

However, Qin Chaoyang often subscribes to "Popular Cinema", and he still has some knowledge about the Cannes Film Festival. He knows that it is one of the three major film festivals in Europe, and its weight is not low.

"Then it's a pity you didn't go!"

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "What regrets? Everyone is most concerned about the best director, actor and actor, and the Palme d'Or. Who will pay attention to the best screenwriter award?"

"Is this the ethos of the Cannes Film Festival?"

"Film festivals all over the world have the same virtue!" Lin Weimin said indifferently.

Qin Zhaoyang glanced at the "Best Screenplay" award certificate. It was written in French and English. There was no Chinese, so he couldn't understand it, but he still saw the Chinese pinyin of Lin Weimin's name.

He tasted the product and said: "This can be regarded as winning glory for the country!"

These days, the country and the people are really short of "light", no matter when they go abroad, they have to fight for it.

"What was the name of your play last time?"

"Tony Awards."

"Yes, the Tony Award. You can do it, you have won several awards abroad without making a fuss, and you don't know how to promote it." Tan Chaoyang said.

Lin Weimin shook his head, "What's there to promote? Is my reputation not good? Or is my work not popular enough? It just caused a lot of trouble. When the time comes for reporters to interview, I have to deal with them."

Tan Chaoyang pointed at him with a smile: "You, you are really loud when you are loud, but now you are keeping a low profile."

"Hey!" Lin Weimin laughed, took his things and was about to leave, and said, "I'll go to Lao Meng to sell my vacation!"

"No need to go, Lao Meng has retired!" Tan Chaoyang said.

Lin Weimin's face was full of surprise, "What the hell? Retired? When did it happen?"

"last month."

"I've been away for two months, and such a big thing happened in the club?" Lin Weimin exclaimed.

"What's the big deal? How old is he? It's time to retire!"

After Tan Chaoyang said this, he found Lin Weimin's eyes were staring at him, and Tan Chaoyang could guess that expression.

He's retired, why don't you retire?

Tan Chaoyang glared at him back, and said, "Go find Cheng Zaochun, he is now the president and editor-in-chief!"

Lin Weimin rubbed his hands, "Hey, I have to go and flatter Lao Cheng!"

"Virtue!" Tan Chaoyang cursed.

Before Lin Weimin left, he took the 1962 edition of "A Tale of Two Cities" that he had just given to Qin Chaoyang from the table.

"Hey! Is there still something to take back from the things you gave away?" Comrade Old Tan's eyebrows were about to fly with anger.

Lin Weimin smiled apologetically and said, "I'm going to pay my respects to the top of the mountain! I'll pay you two copies later."

Comrade Old Tan finally calmed down.

Lin Weimin took the copy of "A Tale of Two Cities" to the president's office in the front building, knocked on the door, and a familiar voice came from inside.

Lin Weimin poked his head in, with a sneaky expression, and when he saw Cheng Zaochun, a flattering expression immediately bloomed on his face.

"Hey, isn't this President Cheng?"

Cheng Zaochun looked helpless, "Don't interrupt me!"

He asked again, "When did you come back?"

Lin Weimin smiled, "I just came back. The leader will report here right away!"

"speak politely."

Then Lin Weimin said seriously: "Come here to sell a vacation. I have only been away for two months. I didn't expect you to make another big step, brother!"

Cheng Zaochun shook his head, "The higher ups can't do anything about it. Comrade Junyi and Lao Meng are more anxious than the other to start retiring. They don't wait for anyone, so I can only bear it first."

Before Wei Junyi was about to retire, she gave a report to her superiors. At first, her superiors did not approve her, so Wei Junyi simply started fishing for three days and drying the net for two days. It was not until her retirement application was approved by her superiors that she returned to normal.

Meng Weizai was not as capricious as Wei Junyi, so he made a report in advance.The higher-ups had to choose and choose, Cheng Zaochun was young and powerful, and he was also the editor-in-chief, logically speaking, he was the most suitable candidate.

However, the candidate to take over as the editor-in-chief has become a problem. Now that young cadres are advocated, the older generation must not be selected.At the time of the year, the Guowen Society really didn't have many suitable ones.

At the end of the discussion, simply let Cheng Zaochun and the editor-in-chief take the lead, and the cadres are younger, isn't it just right!

Listening to Cheng Zaochun chatting about the incident behind taking over as president, Lin Weimin nodded knowingly.

"You, work hard, don't jump too much." Cheng Zaochun said to him.

"How honest I am!" Lin Weimin retorted.

Cheng Zaochun couldn't help bluffing when he heard his words, "Don't be sloppy with me. Last year, Lu Yao's novels were not approved by colleagues, so you want to. How about reading word-of-mouth now?"

"Leader, "The Ordinary World" has a poor reputation among critics, but readers have a good reputation! Isn't the agency still publishing a booklet for others?"

"What about Wang Shuo's "Stubborn Lord", I read all the responses and got scolded again!"

When it comes to "Stubborn Lord", Lin Weimin didn't refute it. Putting this thing in 86 really didn't conform to the mainstream values.

"The content of "Stubborn Lord" also reflects a social phenomenon. We can't treat this phenomenon as non-existent, right?" Lin Weimin said with a guilty conscience.

Cheng Zaochun glared at him angrily, and said, "Of course "Stubborn Lord" has its merits, and its level is not bad, but it depends on what publication it is published in. "Contemporary" is very popular. When you publish this kind of manuscript, you Be careful."

Lin Weimin nodded, and said inappropriately: "I see, I must pay attention next time!"

When Cheng Zaochun saw his virtue, he knew that he definitely didn't take it to heart.

"Snack on it! When the border bureau talked to me, I mentioned you several times. The leader is optimistic about you. Don't let everyone down."

Lin Weimin glanced at Cheng Zaochun suspiciously, suspecting that he was giving himself ecstasy.

"Then what do you look like?"

"It's nothing."

Cheng Zaochun gave him a helpless look. As soon as Mrs. Wei left, Lao Meng also left, and the number of people in the Guowen Society who could control this Monkey Sun became less and less.

As the president, my authority still hasn't been established!
Seeing Cheng Zaochun's expression, Lin Weimin felt bad. Didn't this guy want to make himself famous?
He immediately handed over the book A Tale of Two Cities.

"What?" Cheng Zaochun asked.

"Leader, don't get me wrong, just take a look, the 1962 version of "A Tale of Two Cities", I managed to find it in New York!"

Cheng Zaochun said: "I just became the president, and you want me to make mistakes."

"What about literati, what are you talking about making mistakes? How much is a book? The important thing is our matter, he is elegant!

Take a look, take a look. 1962, English edition, Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities. "

After emphasizing several key words, Cheng Zaochun couldn't resist the temptation, touching the cover of "A Tale of Two Cities".

How many people who are engaged in literature do not love books?
Even if you don't understand it, it's good to keep it at home!

"It's not an example!"

Lin Weimin chuckled, "Don't be an example, don't be an example!"

(End of this chapter)