1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 42
Rong Shihui looked into Lin Weimin's eyes, and after a while, a smile appeared on his face.

"No wonder Yuqiu said that you are running the train with your mouth full."

"Editor Rong, how can this be running a train? Planning this kind of album is also beneficial and harmless to "Contemporary"!"

Rong Shihui pondered, and after thinking about it, he had to admit that Lin Weimin's proposal was indeed very attractive.

"How about it? Editor Rong, do you think my proposal is feasible?"

Seen through by this kid, Rong Shihui felt that he couldn't be led by the nose, and asked back: "I said you boy, if you want to post something by yourself, you can post it yourself, and it's okay to help your classmates. Fucked?"

"Hey, they are all outsiders!"

Rong Shihui showed suspicion, the more he looked at Lin Weimin in front of him, the more suspicious he felt.

Lin Weimin was looked at awkwardly, "Don't look at me like that!"

Then he looked left and right, leaned his head over and said in a low voice, "Are you free tonight? I'll invite you to have some food outside!"

Rong Shihui had such an expression on his face, Lin Weimin said: "Don't look at me like that, you make me look like a conspirator, please save face."

Rong Shihui chuckled, "Okay, I got it."

"Okay, my name is Ni after work."

After speaking, Lin Weimin got up and greeted several other editors, and then planned to leave.

"For the sake of the people, if you have time, go to the front building and meet Xie Mingqing." Rong Shihui reminded.

Lin Weimin nodded, "Understood, thank you for the reminder, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me."

Xie Mingqing published an article commenting on "The Death of Yula" in "Dushu", which is helpful to Lin Weimin. When he came to No. 166 Chaonei Street, it was a bit unreasonable not to say hello to him.

After leaving the back building and running to the front building, I met with Xie Mingqing and exchanged a few simple greetings, mainly to express my gratitude, after all, the two parties were not familiar with each other.

Xie Mingqing was very enthusiastic when he saw Lin Weimin, "I met An Shishan a while ago, and he also studied with you at the Institute of Literature, right?"

"Correct."

"Okay, okay, your literary research institute has produced good seedlings!"

"Thank you for the award."

Speaking of the reason for coming here, Xie Mingqing learned that Lin Weimin had written another manuscript, which was still a long one, and could not help but sigh: "You young people are still energetic, and you can produce results in such a short period of time."

The two chatted for a while, and Xie Mingqing introduced Lin Weimin to other people in the editorial department.

Ge Luo, Tu Guangqun, Wang Chaoyin, Qianqian, Liu Cuilin...

The team of the editorial department of "People's Literature" is much larger than that of "Contemporary". The light novel group is divided into the South Group and the North Group. .

Everyone casually chatted with Lin Weimin about his creative career, and learned that he only started writing in 79, that is, last year. After publishing his second novel, he won the National Excellent Short Story Award and was able to go to the Wenjiao Institute for training.

So far this year, two novels "The Death of Yura" and "Latent" have been published in "Contemporary" and "Zhong Shan" respectively. Among them, "The Death of Yura" has already been published in a short period of time. The affirmation of many editors and writers in the industry is very magical, and its style is unique in today's literary world where scar literature and reform literature occupy the mainstream.

"Latent" is not bad either. While taking into account the popularity, it also achieves a certain degree of artistry. The storyline is full of ups and downs, which makes people want to read it and has aroused praise from many readers.

When everyone learned that Lin Weimin was only 20 years old this year, they couldn't believe it.

Of course, writing this kind of thing requires a certain amount of talent, but the accumulation of life and experience is also essential. After discussing it, we can only attribute this situation to extraordinary talent.

For a young writer like Lin Weimin who has a creative talent far beyond ordinary people, the editors of the editorial department naturally look favorably and are full of appreciation and love.

Originally, I only planned to chat politely for a few minutes, but finally stayed in the editorial office of "People's Literature" for more than two hours, and Lin Weimin got up to leave when he was about to get off work.

After standing at the gate and waiting for a while, Lin Weimin hurriedly waved when he saw Rong Shihui pushing a bicycle.

He got into the back seat of Rong Shihui's car very naturally, and directed him to ride to Bianyifang.

When he got outside the gate of Bianyifang, Rong Shihui teased: "Being courteous to others, one must ask for something!"

"Hi, I really want to invite you, so you are welcome." Lin Weimin pushed him into the restaurant.

Yanjing Roast Duck is a famous dish, but later generations know more about Quanjude than Bianyifang.

In fact, there is not much difference between the two, mainly in terms of craftsmanship, one eats hanging stoves, and the other eats stuffy stoves.

In addition to roast duck, Bianyifang specializes in Shandong cuisine.

Lin Weimin ordered a roast duck, and then ordered duck feet with mustard and fried fish fillets, and continued to order.

"Okay, enough is enough, I can't eat any more." Rong Shihui hurriedly stopped him.

When the meal was almost finished, Rong Shihui said: "Okay, I'll eat this time too, tell me your purpose for today!"

"Hey!" Lin Weimin laughed, and said with some embarrassment: "Editor Rong, I just want to ask you, does our editorial department or the publishing house need anyone?"

Rong Shihui was stunned for a moment, he never expected that Lin Weimin's treat today was for this matter.

"What's the matter? Want to join our agency?"

Lin Weimin nodded honestly, "Yes."

Immediately afterwards, Lin Weimin began to talk about his experiences over the years.

Chinese cabbage, ground yellow.Two or three years old, no mother.

That's probably what it means.

Rong Shihui felt bad when he heard this, "I didn't expect that! For the people, I have really suffered for you these years!"

"Hi!" Lin Weimin shook his head, waved his hands, and sighed. His movements were smooth and flowing, which fully reflected the helplessness of an orphan who had no father, no mother, and no one to rely on.

"It is a great opportunity for me to be able to study at the Institute of Literature and Literature this time. Editor Rong, I am now helpless in my hometown in Fengtian. It is difficult to find a decent job, and it is impossible to go to Longjiang Settled in the countryside.

So, I wanted to take advantage of this training opportunity to see if I could find a job in Yanjing.

My requirements are not high, it is a serious job, as long as it allows me to continue writing. "

Lin Weimin said it was pitiful, but his eyes were on the editorial position.

"This……"

Rong Shihui is an ordinary editor of "Contemporary". Although he is very sympathetic to Lin Weimin's situation, he has little power in this matter.

"Well, let me ask for you. You may not know that the new editors in the agency are all college students who have just graduated."

"thanks, thanks."

"Don't thank me in advance, I haven't written my horoscope yet." Rong Shihui looked at Lin Weimin, and said, "No wonder today I'm inviting you to dinner again, and I'm talking about the album. You are here waiting for me, love!"

"Hey, I'm also forced to be helpless."

Rong Shihui took a sip of his wine, "That's right, you kid, it's really not easy."

(End of this chapter)