1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 430 Open the door for me!
The Zhuozhou meeting appeared in the newspapers very quickly. The day after Jiang Zilong called, the "People's Daily" published a related newsletter.

Lin Weimin's "Burning" and another "Show Your Tongue or Empty" were mentioned as positive and negative examples respectively.

He looked a little toothache, these two novels were published in "People's Literature", how do you keep your mouth open when you criticize?
In addition to the press release recording the meeting, related commentary articles, and even a review written by "People's Literature" were published in "People's Daily".

"People's Literature" and Teacher Liu are really miserable!

Compared with Mr. Liu's misery, Mr. Lin is not much better. He was not criticized by name, but was praised instead.

But this kind of praise is the most disturbing thing. He was unhappy with those who worship foreign countries and westernize. That's why he wrote "Burning". He didn't write a novel to be used as a weapon to criticize others.

It's a pity that it doesn't matter how he thinks, he is praised anyway.

Then he ran halfway, and the leader was unhappy with him.

Because of the leader's praise, the cultural circles scolded him even louder!

To sum it up, it's not a good thing at both ends!

Of course, Lin Weimin didn't think of pleasing anyone, but this feeling made people very uncomfortable.

I didn't do anything, I sat at home, and the pot came from the sky.

No, it can't be said that I didn't do anything, after all, I ran away, didn't I?
If you want to blame, blame Lao Cheng, this cowardly rat!

After scolding Cheng Zaochun in his heart, Lin Weimin's thoughts became clearer.

The Zhuozhou meeting was a continuation of the unexplainable turmoil last year. As a key area of ​​ideological control, it is normal for the cultural circle to be agitated.

Lin Weimin is unable to change the general situation, and has no intention of changing it. He can only do his own job well.

The censorship of "People's Literature" made the agency a little nervous, and also strengthened the censorship of various publications, including "Contemporary".

"The rumors are tight during this period, don't give me any trouble, you boy!" Cheng Zaochun warned.

Lin Weimin nodded helplessly, "Understood. Don't make me look like a troublemaker. I'm the one who was praised this time."

"I'm even more worried when I know you've been praised. I don't know what kind of virtue you have, kid? I'm sure I'm not happy. If I send out something against the wind, I won't be able to pay the job later."

Lin Weimin is depressed. He has always been aware of current affairs. When did he leave such an impression on the leaders as a "head iron"?

It seems that not only "People's Literature" needs to write a review, Mr. Lin also has to reflect on himself!
"I know, I know!"

Annoyed by Cheng Zaochun's words, Lin Weimin left his office with a few perfunctory words.

While complaining about Old Cheng in his heart, he prepared to go back to the back building.

Unexpectedly, I saw a familiar figure just two steps away.

Lin Weimin ran back to Cheng Zaochun's office like a mouse seeing a cat.

"What are you doing back again?" Cheng Zaochun asked angrily.

Lin Weimin made a silent gesture, lowered his voice and said, "Don't talk, old cow!"

Cheng Zaochun smiled, and there was no way to hide that gloating expression.

"Dangdang!" There was a knock on the door.

"Lin Weimin, don't hide, kid, I'm watching you! Open the door for me!"

Comrade Lao Niu's resounding voice sounded outside the door.

Ugh!
Lin Weimin sighed helplessly, turned and opened the door.

The moment the door opened, the expressions on his face switched seamlessly, with a smile on his face and a smile on his face.

"Oh! Isn't this my uncle Niu? Why are you always back?"

Before Niu Han could reply, Cheng Zaochun said, "I asked Lao Niu to come back."

Lin Weimin turned his head and glared at Cheng Zaochun, you old Cheng, how dare you betray your teammates?

"It's not peaceful over there recently." Cheng Zaochun said again.

Just kidding, Lin Weimin understood Cheng Zaochun.

He said to Niu Han with a flattering face: "It's good to be back, it's good to be back, everyone misses you!"

Niu Han snorted and said, "Others may miss me, you boy, are you wishing that I don't come back?"

"Look at what you said, how can I! Then who am I? I told the leader during the meeting two days ago that when my uncle Niu comes back, I must treat you to dinner.

You went out to work for our Chinese Literature Society, and went to the Literature Association to receive the bird's encouragement, that's a lot of hard work! "

Thousands of wears, no flattery.

Lin Weimin's brazen flattery made Comrade Lao Niu feel a lot better, "You still have a conscience!"

Lin Weimin breathed a sigh of relief, "Then what, you talk to the leader first. I'll come and call you when I get off work, and I'll invite you to Donglaishun in the evening!"

After going out, Lin Weimin patted his chest, it's so dangerous!

When he was about to get off work in the afternoon, Lin Weimin took the initiative to go to the office of "New Literature and Historical Materials" to call Niu Han, and then called Cheng Zaochun.

After getting into Lin Weimin's car, Niu Han scolded: "I saw this car when I came here in the morning. There is no one in our Guowen Society who burns more buns than you!"

"I've come up with this word by word. Is it easy for me?" Lin Weimin asked Qu Qu.

Niu Han sneered at Lin Weimin's remarks, "It's not easy for you? There is no easy person in China!"

When we arrived at Donglaishun, the four sat down and ordered the meat. Lin Weimin didn't forget to call Comrade Lao Tan.

Both Lao Tan and Lao Niu belong to the overage editor-in-chief, and the two get together to chat.

While the food was not served, everyone was chatting, and Lao Niu had to talk about his experience in the Cultural Association.

Comrade Lao Niu has a strong back all his life and has always been straight. This is the case in the agency, and it is the same when he goes to "China".

If you think you are right and stick to it, it will not work for anyone. For this reason, you often have conflicts with the leaders of the Cultural Association and "China".

His character, of course, has a self-willed side, many people will dislike him, but few people will doubt his character and integrity.

Except for those cunning people, Lin Weimin believes that most people are willing to deal with such people.

This time back from "China", Niu Han is still in "New Literature and Historical Materials", but he will not come to the agency often to work.

He is old and lacks energy. Although his temper is still hot, he has to admit that his work efficiency is no longer comparable to that of young people.

He sighed: "I really envy you young people!"

"What you said is not accurate, how can there be 'some'? I am the only young man at this table!"

This remark aroused unanimous condemnation from several old comrades present, um, including Cheng Zaochun.

They were laughing and joking throughout the meal. Although they were much older, they had the same temperament and temperament. Everyone got along very well without any burden.

After another two days, the effect of the turmoil continued, and various arguments emerged in the newspapers, which is difficult to see in the newspapers of later generations.

Teacher Liu was getting worse and worse. Not only did he have to write an inspection, but he was also suspended, and even appeared on the "News Network".

Well, it's not the kind of "on" that is a good thing. He is the first literati whose news of being dismissed as the editor-in-chief of a magazine actually appeared on CCTV's "News Network".

The same group of people scolded Teacher Liu and Kua Lin, and the same group of people praised Teacher Liu and scolded Teacher Lin.

It was such a coincidence that the fate of Mr. Lin and Mr. Liu formed a deep bond in this way.

The only thing Lin Weimin is luckier than Mr. Liu is that the criticism of him has not yet involved the official level, so it is tantamount to scratching the surface.

By the way, there is another benefit.

That is, the reputation of the novel "Burning" is getting better and better. Originally, the Guowen Society planned to publish a single volume of "Burning" in March. This novel was published in September last year, and it will be exactly half a year until March.

The subscription work started in February, and in just 20 days, the number of subscriptions directly exceeded one million copies, and the first printing of 100 million copies directly broke the first printing record of domestic novel publishing.

This is just the first printing. As long as the release of "Burning" goes smoothly, it will not be a problem to double or triple the sales.

Such a number, except for Lin Weimin, can only be achieved by those classics.

The time came to late February, and when it was almost noon, Lin Weimin was about to go to the cafeteria for dinner, when the office phone rang suddenly.

"For the people! Come here, come here!"

On the phone, Teng Jinxian's voice was hurried. If he hadn't looked so angry, Lin Weimin would have thought he had a heart attack.

Seeing that he was in such a hurry, Lin Weimin drove all the way to the Film Bureau.

Entering Teng Jinxian's office, I saw him pacing back and forth in the office.

Seeing Lin Weimin's arrival, Teng Jinxian walked towards him quickly, laughed and held Lin Weimin's hand.

"Win the prize! Win the prize!"

"What won the prize?" Lin Weimin had a vague guess in his mind.

""Red Sorghum", "Red Sorghum" won the Golden Bear Award, the highest honor at the Berlin Film Festival!"

Over half a century old, Teng Jinxian, who has always been calm and majestic, is now like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, shouting excitedly, his face flushed with emotion.

Lin Weimin also smiled at this time, "Okay! It's not easy to win the Golden Bear Award!"

Teng Jinxian said loudly: "Not only is it not easy, it has created the history of Chinese movies!"

He was right. "Red Sorghum" won the Golden Bear Award at the Berlin Film Festival, which was the first time in the history of Chinese film that it won the highest award at the three major European film festivals.

Whether you want to admit it or not, but for the world film industry of this era, the three major awards in Europe and the Oscars in the United States do represent the highest honor in the film industry.

To be able to win such an award on the territory of foreigners is a great joy to win glory for the country no matter how you say it.

Teng Jinxian was excited for several minutes before finally calming down.

"Red Sorghum" won the Golden Bear last night. After two weeks of screenings, the Berlin International Film Festival finally concluded yesterday with an awards ceremony.

"When will Yimou and the others come back?"

"They said that they will be interviewed by several media this morning, board the plane in the afternoon, and return to China tomorrow."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Is there going to be a welcome ceremony then?"

Speaking of this matter, Teng Jinxian also laughed, "Do you still need to say it? I have already sent the news to the major newspapers in Yanjing. You can wait and see. The Capital Airport the day after tomorrow is full of reporters."

Teng Jinxian was right. The next afternoon, when Lin Weimin and others arrived at the airport to pick up the plane, the entrance of the capital airport was surrounded by reporters.

It's a bit like the young ladies of later generations will take over Geigei, but unfortunately this Geigei has a little more wrinkles on his face.

After five o'clock in the evening, it was dark and early, and the capital airport was brightly lit. The reporters looked at the entrance of the passage like hungry beasts, their eyes glowing green.

Zhang Yimou, Gong Li and Han Zhuangzhuang who had just got off the plane were shocked by the scene even though they had been notified in advance.

(End of this chapter)