1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 427 Value

The eastern suburbs are near Tuanjie. After work these two days, Lin Weimin took Tao Huimin to find an empty dirt road, and practiced driving with Tao Huimin while it was still dark.

His Crown is an automatic transmission, and it is very easy to get started. Now the road conditions are not complicated, there are few traffic signs, and there is no problem of parking. Tao Huimin has almost learned it in two days.

On the morning of the weekend, Lin Weimin asked Tao Huimin to run around the Second Ring Road again. He felt that Tao Huimin was driving well, so he said to her, "Tomorrow morning, I will take you to the vehicle management office to get a driver's license."

Tao Huimin drove the car intently, and nodded nervously.

In the evening, Lin Weimin drove to Donglaishun.

Zheng Xiaolong and Feng Xiaogang were waiting at the door at the moment, seeing Lin Weimin coming down from the big run, their faces were shocked.

Feng Xiaogang smiled all over his face, "Hey, Mr. Lin, have you changed your car again? This car logo is Mercedes-Benz, right?"

Lin Weimin nodded with a smile, and Feng Xiaogang said, "Mr. Lin, you keep a low profile. You only switched to a Mercedes-Benz after driving for so many years. Unlike those upstarts who have 100 million in their pockets, they can't wait to drive a 200 million car."

You call this low-key?

Zheng Xiaolong complained about Feng Xiaogang's words in his heart, but he is used to it now. Feng Xiaogang is a man who talks to people and talks nonsense, but at least he has nothing to say in terms of work attitude and ability, so the relationship between the two has always been All good.

In fact, what Feng Xiaogang said is correct. In the past two years, there have been more and more private cars on the streets of Yanjing. If you stop and check them casually, 90% of them are buying and selling on the basis of connections.

"Your car is often stopped by people on the road, right?" Feng Xiaogang asked Lin Weimin, which is called holding people and chatting.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but think of Liu Zhenyun, the two of them also chatted with each other, but their purpose was completely different.

Liu Zhenyun's flattering and chatting is to a certain extent to show his superiority, while Feng Xiaogang's is purely to please others.

"Occasionally when I go to the watchtower, I will be stopped by the traffic police." Lin Weimin said.

These days, Yanjing's main roads are full of watchtowers. Whenever it is time to wait for the traffic lights, Lin Weimin's Mercedes-Benz will become the most eye-catching presence at the intersection. Mercedes-Benz with Yanjing license plate is not one of the few in Yanjing. But just this one.

The traffic policeman was naturally very curious, and stopped Lin Weimin to say a few words while waiting for the traffic light. Such situations are not uncommon.

Today was Zheng Xiaolong's game, he continued to wait for people at the door, while Feng Xiaogang accompanied Lin Weimin into Donglaishun.

After a while, Wang Shuo walked in with his stomach full.

Before I turned 30, my whole body smelled greasy. "Stubborn Lord" was about to be made into a movie.

"What's the matter, is the script out yet?" Lin Weimin teased.

Which pot he didn't open and which pot he lifted, Wang Shuo was suddenly depressed, and his stomach couldn't get up.

"Come on, come on."

That's pretty much it.

When Feng Xiaogang heard the word script, he asked curiously, and Wang Shuo said in a very "low-key" manner about the adaptation of "Stubborn Lord".

"Hey! Your "Stubborn Lord", I put it on the bedside to read a few times when I'm free, it's really well written!" Feng Xiaogang boasted.

Wang Shuo didn't know Feng Xiaogang well. Hearing what he said, he instinctively felt a little disgusted, and said critically, "Well written? What's so good about it?"

Feng Xiaogang was stunned for a moment, he immediately realized the change of Wang Shuo's mood, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Your novel looks cynical and absurd, but it is precisely this absurdity that accurately reflects our current situation. Generations of confusion and at a loss..."

Wang Shuo's original intention was to give Feng Xiaogang a sycophant, but he didn't expect that this kid not only read the novel, but also understood it quite thoroughly, and he spoke it with style.

"I'll tell you the truth. I used to be in the army. When I first changed jobs, I was just like Yu Guan, Ma Qing, and Yang Zhong in your novel. I was running around in this society, looking like I could do everything, but at all I don't know where my way out is, it's like... like..."

Feng Xiaogang stopped while talking, trying to find an accurate word to describe it.

Lin Weimin said: "It's like a fly that landed on the glass, looking at a bright future, but in fact it is a dead end."

Feng Xiaogang clapped his hands happily and shouted, "Mr. Lin is indeed a great writer. The metaphor is too accurate. It is a fly on the glass. If I hadn't met Mr. Lin and Xiaolong, I really don't know what I can do." Order something."

Hearing Feng Xiaogang mentioned himself again, Lin Weimin waved his hand, signaling him not to mention these things again.

After hearing these words, Wang Shuo felt much better about Feng Xiaogang.

Flattery is flattering, but it's not random shooting.

Moreover, the experience of the two is similar, both served as soldiers in the army, Feng Xiaogang became the "prefect of Xiliang" after changing jobs, and Wang Shuo became a "counterfeit drug salesman" after changing jobs.

Such an experience made Wang Shuo feel a sense of sympathy for each other.

The two chatted about their life experience in the army, and they became familiar with each other after a while.

While the two were chatting, other people also came one after another.

Lin Weimin didn't expect to see Zhao Baogang and Li Chengru here, and they were also a little surprised and surprised when they saw Lin Weimin.

"Ms. Lin? I really didn't expect you to come today!"

"Hehe, long time no see."

Lin Weimin greeted the two of them, and introduced Ma Dudu who had just arrived.

"Dudu's family belongs to the army compound. Now he is an editor of "Youth Literature". He is also a writer and has written many novels."

Feng Xiaogang cheered and said: "I know, I know, "Tonight's Full Moon" is a good work!"

Seeing that Feng Xiaogang had read his own novel, Ma Dudu was immediately impressed by Feng Xiaogang.

Not to mention, the pants at this time are really a literary youth.

After waiting for almost half an hour, everyone finally arrived. Ten people came today. In addition to Lin Weimin’s original acquaintances, the other three were Zheng Xiaolong, Wang Shuo and the others from the army compound. The waiter brought the two tables together, and of course Lin Weimin refused to let him sit
These days, people generally don’t have much oil in their stomachs. All the people here are young people in their 30s and 20s. The mutton is served, and there is almost no plate. It is not until after eating more than [-] plates that everyone’s chopsticks are clear Slow down and have time to chat.

Several of these people were from the army compound, so it is natural to mention the compound when chatting.

Yanjing's army compound is lined up from Gongzhufen to Xishan. The air force is number one, then the navy, and finally the army.

Ma Dudu was born in the Air Force compound. When he mentioned it, his proud expression was beyond words, and Wang Shuo, Zheng Xiaolong and others also recognized it.

Lin Weimin had never experienced their life and growth environment, so naturally he couldn't understand their plot.

Wang Shuo sighed, "I really miss those days!"

Feng Xiaogang flattered and said: "Master Shuo, you have such a good writing style, why don't you write something to commemorate it?"

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "That's a good idea, write an article later and send it to me!"

Wang Shuo glared at him, "Do you think writing is a shit? One a day?"

"No, just say no, don't find so many reasons!" Lin Weimin said.

"Who can't? Who can't?"

A man is most afraid of others saying he can't do it, especially a man who can't do it.

Mr. Shuo was manipulated to death by Mr. Lin!

"Just write!" Wang Shuo gritted his teeth.

Teacher Lin nodded, a child can be taught.

When talking about novels, Lin Weimin inevitably became the center of discussion. Few young people have not read his novels.

The most discussed are "Da Ming Dynasty 1566" and "Burning".

These two novels were published recently, so everyone read them late, and naturally they were deeply impressed, and they had something to talk about.

"I feel that since "Chasing the Murderer" was finished, Mr. Lin, the reading threshold for your novels is getting higher and higher." Feng Xiaogang said.

Lin Weimin asked unexpectedly, "The threshold is high?"

Feng Xiaogang said: "You can't feel it when you write it yourself, but we readers can feel it very clearly. Think about it, how many young people can really understand a novel like "Da Ming Dynasty 1566" after reading it? Those twists and turns inside?"

"But I think "Da Ming Dynasty 1566" is selling well, right?"

Lin Weimin was right. "Da Ming Dynasty 1566" was published in the second half of the year before last. The sales volume of "People's Literature" that published this novel in those two issues was close to 200 million copies.

The novel was published by Guowenshe last year, and it has sold 100 to 20 copies so far.

Feng Xiaogang shook his head, "It's true that the novels are selling well. But as far as I know, many of them are bought by officials and used as Boyi. Didn't you say that the elder recommended your novel?"

Feng Xiaogang blinked at Lin Weimin as he spoke.

"No shadow!" Lin Weimin said.

Hearing this, Ma Dudu couldn't help interjecting: "Mr. Lin is really good! Not only the gang of officials, even the big bosses of Xiangjiang regard Mr. Lin's novels as treasures!"

When everyone heard what he said, they all became interested, "What's going on? What's going on? Tell us about it!"

Ma Dudu looked at Lin Weimin and asked, "Mr. Lin, do you mind?"

"Don't fool everyone, you kid, Teacher Lin didn't stop you!" Zheng Xiaolong urged.

Ma Dudu raised his eyebrows, a little proud, and then told what happened to Lin Weimin's "Da Ming Dynasty 1566" manuscript.

Everyone looked at each other after hearing this.

It's fine for a thief to steal the manuscript, but it can still be sold after stealing it. The most terrifying thing is that there is still a big boss willing to take over.

This is a full 20 Hong Kong dollars!
A few years ago, Xu Huachi spent more than 20 Hong Kong dollars to wrap up more than 9000 paintings by famous artists in the foreign guest service department.

Today, it is still Hong Kong dollars, and it is still 20. The big boss of Xiangjiang only bought one manuscript of Mr. Lin.

One manuscript = nine thousand paintings by famous artists?
(End of this chapter)