1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 400 These two days, I will ask for leave first
Comrade Lao Qin imagined Lin Weimin looking for Cheng Zaochun:

"Old Cheng, what's the matter with you?"

"Bullying honest people, isn't it?"

"As a leader, you are responsible for this?"

"What's wrong with the Cultural Association? Can we manage our National Cultural Association?"

"Tell them, if you want someone, you will die!"

The scene of Lin Weimin looking for Cheng Zaochun in reality:

"Leader, are you busy?" He probed his head.

"what's up?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll just come over and sit down."

Cheng Zaochun frowned and looked at Lin Weimin, this kid almost had the words "I'm here to find trouble" written on his face.

"I'm going out to a meeting later!"

"I know you're busy." Lin Weimin observed his words for a few seconds, and said, "Then what, I heard that the Cultural Association is going to borrow someone from our Chinese Literature Society?"

"Not from the agency, but from our "Contemporary". The other editorial offices are very busy, and you have a lot of people."

Lin Weimin immediately said: "Yes, yes, we have a lot of people in "Contemporary", but we also have a lot of work! After all, we are a monthly magazine, and we have tasks every month."

Cheng Zaochun looked at him with a bad expression, "What do you mean?"

"Well, let me give you an idea." Lin Weimin was like a villain master in a movie.

"What's the idea?"

"Lao Niu, you don't know yet, do you? Lao Niu is almost becoming a master in "New Literary Historical Materials", and he is getting angry when he has nothing to do. It is most appropriate to send him there!"

Lin Weimin sold out his teammates, skillfully like a bustard.

Cheng Zaochun hesitated, "This...isn't appropriate?"

"What's wrong with this? Leader, I know even if you don't tell me. You must be unhappy with the Cultural Association, right? It's obviously a brother unit, but you can always treat yourself like a big brother. It's just that Lao Niu has a bad temper. Already, punish them!"

At this moment, Mr. Lin is completely out of the image of a slanderous and treacherous minister who is slandering the emperor.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Cheng Zaochun superficially reprimanded.

But in fact, Lin Weimin said exactly what was in his heart.

Because of the past few years, the Cultural Association has indeed received a lot of attention and courtesy from above in recent years. Both status and treatment have risen in a straight line, and the management has become wider and wider.

Yan Wenjing and Meng Weizai, the former two presidents of the Guowen Society, were both good-tempered people. They came from the movement, and their tempers have long been smoothed out.

But Cheng Zaochun was different. He was young and powerful, and his superiors trusted him so much. With the president and editor-in-chief on his shoulders, he was in control, so he naturally didn't want to be ruled by others.

It is true that the Cultural Association has a high level, but in the final analysis, it is two systems with the National Cultural Association.

Cheng Zaochun was also upset that he came to his territory to point fingers and take advantage of nothing.

"Leader, why am I talking nonsense? Our National Cultural and Social Bureau-level unit is a little lower than his Writers Association, but it is also a national-level publishing house. There is a publishing department at the top, and it is not their turn..."

Before Lin Weimin finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cheng Zaochun violently, "Stop lying here. If you don't want to borrow someone, just say you don't want to borrow someone, and come to me to sow discord. What do you want to do?"

"Hey, look at what you said, how can I be sowing discord?"

Lin Weimin said something with a smile, without quibbling.

Cheng Zaochun glared at him angrily, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "The workload of your "Contemporary" is indeed a bit heavy. Previously, the agency only considered that you have a large number of people, but did not consider the workload. Okay. , I will ask Lao Niu to see if he is willing to go to "China" to help?"

That's right!
"Leader, you still think about us!" Lin Weimin flattered.

"Any thing else?"

"It's okay, it's okay, you're busy, you're busy!"

Lin Weimin exited Cheng Zaochun's office and walked back to the back building with square steps.

Tan Chaoyang was waiting in his office, and when he saw him come back, he immediately asked, "How is it?"

In his heart, he cast aside Comrade Lao Tan's stealing and playing tricks, Lin Weimin had a smug expression on his face: "It's done!"

"Hehe!" Comrade Lao Tan exclaimed, his eyes full of admiration for Editor-in-Chief Lin, "Not bad!"

"Then what..." Lin Weimin coughed, and then said, "I'm going to ask for leave first these two days."

"What kind of leave do you ask for? Just come back to work and ask for leave!"

Tan Chaoyang was immediately dissatisfied. If you ask for leave, don't I have to work more?

"No." Lin Weimin hesitated, and then said, "I let Lao Niu go."

Qin Chaoyang hesitated, if this is the case, he really has to ask for a leave of absence.

"Is two days enough?"

"That depends on when the old cow will leave! When you turn around, watch for me to see when he withdraws and when I come back!" Lin Weimin said.

Qin Zhaoyang felt a little helpless, "That's fine."

He sighed, "Oh! What are you talking about!"

Lin Weimin spurned Comrade Lao Tan again, this is the crocodile's tears, why don't you go?
After Lin Weimin talked to Qin Chaoyang, he simply arranged the work of the editorial department and ran away.

Half an hour later, a grumpy voice resounded in the corridor on the second floor of the back building.

"Lin Weimin!"

"Where's Lin Weimin? Get out of here, kid!"

Following this roar, all the editors in the editorial department of "Contemporary" fell silent.

Tan Chaoyang, who was sitting leisurely in the office, was so frightened that he shook the tea all over, got up and went to the door, and carefully locked the door from the inside.
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Lin Weimin has no psychological burden for cheating Niu Han. Comrade Lao Niu has always been generous and will not care about him like him.

After returning home to write the manuscript all night, Lin Weimin took a few books to Shi Tiesheng's house the next morning.

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"

Lin Weimin yelled twice, but it was Yu Hua who came out.

"Why are you here?"

Lin Weimin's dissatisfied tone made Yu Hua very hurt, why can't I be here?
"Mr. Lin, the Faculty of Arts has just had a holiday. I'm coming to see Tie Sheng. I'm going back to my hometown in two days."

Yu Hua explained and let Lin Weimin into the house.

"When did you come back?" Shi Tiesheng asked.

"Two days ago."

"How was your stay in America?"

Lin Weimin briefly talked about his experience in the United States, and Yu Hua looked envious and full of yearning.

"Is Mo Yan on vacation too?" Lin Weimin thought of Mo Yan when he saw Yu Hua.

Yu Hua said, "It's vacation, now I'm going back to my hometown in East Ludong with Zhang Yimou to plant sorghum."

When Yu Hua said this, there was a bit of schadenfreude.

"Red Sorghum" is the first chapter of "Red Sorghum Family". When it was adapted into a movie, Yu Hua was envious for a while when he knew it. Found a little sense of superiority.

There is nothing to be proud of when a screenwriter is mixed up like this.

"Are you still using him to grow sorghum?" Lin Weimin asked.

"That's not necessary. He actually went to see Zhang Yimou and the others. The scene must be consistent with his script!"

After chatting for a while, Yu Hua focused on the few books that Lin Weimin brought.

What Lin Weimin brings back to his colleagues and friends are basically English versions of the world’s classics. After all, the Chinese versions of these books are familiar to everyone. Now it’s okay to get an English version, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t know English. It’s a feeling!
"This is for Tiesheng. If you want it, you can pick it up at my house in the afternoon." Lin Weimin said.

Yu Hua immediately became happy, he knew that Teacher Lin would not forget him.

The original English book, what a powerful weapon it is!

During lunch, Father Shi cooked four dishes.

The braised pork melted in the mouth, Lin Weimin took a bite, his expression was full of happiness.

"After staying in the United States for two months, this is what I want most."

Yu Hua said: "Isn't the steak delicious? If you let me eat steak for a month, I'm sure I won't get tired of it."

Yu Hua stayed in Yanjing for more than a year, went to the western restaurant a few times, and liked it very much, but unfortunately he was too shy to go there more.

"When you eat it for a month, you will know that the diet of foreigners is still not suitable for our Chinese stomach."

After staying at Shi Tiesheng's house for a day, Lin Weimin planned to spend a whole day squatting at home to finish writing the ending of "Burning".

After breakfast, he wandered around for a while. He was about to write something when someone knocked on the courtyard door.

Open the door and take a look.

"Hey, there are quite a few people!" Zhang Yimou and Mo Yan were the leaders.

Lin Weimin asked, "Didn't you two go to Shandong?"

"Mr. Lin, let's go back to Yanjing to choose actors."

After Zhang Yimou said something, Lin Weimin let them into the yard.

Zhang Yimou and his party consisted of four people, besides him and Mo Yan, photographer Gu Changwei and assistant director Yang Fengliang.

Lin Weimin poured tea for several people and asked, "How about the selection of actors?"

"I came here to tell you about this." Zhang Yimou put down the teacup in his hand, "At first we thought you hadn't come back, but Mo Yan reminded me that you said you'd come back in two months, it shouldn't be too late, so we went back After Yanjing, I will come over to say hello to you first."

"Mr. Lin, we plan to let your nephew Zhuang Zhuang play the leading role 'my grandpa'!"

Zhang Yimou's last words were like a shock bomb, blowing Lin Weimin's head to the point of buzzing.

"Who?"

"Zhuang Zhuang, your nephew!" Mo Yan repeated, louder on purpose.

Lin Weimin glared at him, I am not deaf.

"How did you think of making him the leading actor?"

What Lin Weimin actually wanted to ask was why he could be the leading actor.

"He is suitable for this role!" Zhang Yimou said excitedly.

"What's the right way?"

As soon as Zhang Yimou mentioned the movie, his eyes lit up with excitement, "I want the kind of male protagonist who is full of male hormones when he looks at it, with a bare upper body and a natural but very beautiful bronze skin and muscles. , with a rough voice..."

Zhang Yimou described the male lead in his mind, and Lin Weimin had to admit that after all these points, it seems that Zhuang Zhuang really fits the bill.

After all, this guy is also an alternative handsome guy who can attract Dayang girls to the point of actively pursuing him.

"Mr. Lin, I don't want a handsome guy, I want a masculinity that makes people unforgettable at a glance!" Zhang Yimou said firmly at the end.

Lin Weimin said at this time: "Have you both gone to Yanying and Zhongxi? Didn't you find a suitable candidate? I remember there was Jiang Wen before Zhongxi, who quite meets your requirements."

Zhang Yimou said: "When we called the Chinese Opera, the teachers of the Chinese Opera also recommended Jiang Wen to us. Unfortunately, he was acting in "Furong Town" directed by Xie Jin. We can't afford to wait until October to finish filming!"

Later Jiang Wen filmed "Red Sorghum" after filming "Furong Town", but now he intervenes, the time of the two films collided, and Jiang Wen did not act in "Red Sorghum".

Lin Weimin fantasized about replacing the face of "Yu Zhanao" with his nephew, and it was a bit awkward no matter how he thought about it.

He shook his head, shaking out the thoughts in his head, which were all stereotypes.

"Then I'll contact Zhuang Zhuang for you!"

(End of this chapter)