1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 467 Half Step Dzogchen

After wandering in France for more than half a month, Lin Weimin finally landed at the Capital Airport.

As soon as he stepped out of the passage, he was surrounded by reporters and enjoyed the treatment that Zhang Yimou had when he returned home with a high reputation.

Lin Weimin didn't understand. Half a month had passed since he won the award, and he hadn't notified him when he returned to China. How did these reporters know?
He thought that he had returned to China quietly, but in fact, he had already passed through the Museum of History and became a well-known fact.

As he walked out, he chatted with these reporters, trying to figure out what happened.

Lin Weimin seldom accepts media interviews except when necessary and unavoidable, but the impact of the Goncourt Literature Prize does make it difficult for him to avoid media attention.

But what Lin Weimin didn't expect was that the Publishing Department, the Ministry of Rites and the Cultural Association also sent people to pick up the plane.

It's justifiable for the Ministry of Rites to come, but what's the situation when the Cultural Association also sends people?
Lin Weimin and the leaders of several departments stood together and took a group photo with the camera. Lin Weimin looked at the flashlight with a smile on his face, but asked, "Leader, why is Lao Zhang here?"

"There are traitors among us!" the border bureau said.

Lin Weimin was interviewed, and several leaders showed their faces.

When interviewed by reporters, the Border Agency directly talked about the press conference.

Lin Weimin won such a great literary award as the Goncourt Literary Prize, and he came back from abroad with great reputation. How could the Publishing Department not publicize it well?
"Tomorrow at 09:30, the Publishing Department will hold a press conference. Friends from the media are welcome to attend."

"Leader, can you ask my opinion on this matter?" Lin Weimin said dissatisfied.

"Our Publishing Department is your mother's family. You don't want the Ministry of Rites or the Cultural Association to hold this press conference, do you?"

Zhang Guangnian continued: "Weimin is a veteran member of our National Association of Literary and Art Circles. He has joined the association since 80. Besides, the Goncourt Prize he won is also a literary award. It is reasonable for us to hold the press conference."

He moves swiftly when digging a hole, and doesn't fall behind when he grabs merit.

It has to be you!
If it weren't for the sake of working together in the past, Lin Weimin really wanted to spit out a big mouthful of sticky phlegm.

Lin Weimin looked at the border office, then at Zhang Guangnian.

Forget it, the lesser of two evils.

The leader of the Ministry of Rites on the side looked at the Border Agency and Zhang Guangnian with a smile. No matter how much you fight, our position in the field of propaganda will not be lost. Who told us to do this!

In the morning of the next day, the press conference was held as scheduled. Lin Weimin briefly reported the details of his winning the Goncourt Literature Prize. Then the leaders spoke, and the reporters asked questions. After the press conference, there were interviews with reporters, wasting a day.

"Leader, I've been suspended, what's the salary today?" Lin Weimin joked.

Cheng Zaochun is in a good mood today, "Don't worry, I will make it up for you when the time comes."

Today's press conference, Cheng Zaochun, as the leader of the Guowen Society, will naturally attend.

In the past few days, Cheng Zaochun's mood was as strong as the current wind in Yanjing.

The printing factory was in a hurry, and the reprinted books finally started to be shipped within a week after Lin Weimin won the award. In the past few days, the trucks pulling the goods have continuously set off from the printing factory to transport the books to the freight station of the railway station. It spread all over the country in a few days.

Bookstores and post offices all over the world are finally drinking life-saving milk. The enthusiasm for awards continues and the sales situation is very good.

To catch up with Lin Weimin's return to China, the government and the media will definitely have another wave of publicity. I am afraid this craze will continue for a while.

The bonuses and benefits of the Guowen Society this year have been settled.

The way Cheng Zaochun looked at Lin Weimin was like looking at a bare-bottomed doll holding a gold ingot!
After the press conference, after a day of interviews, Lin Weimin refused all subsequent interviews, including the Association's request to organize a symposium for him.

Counting the time in France, he has been interviewed every day for more than half a month, and he feels like he is going to throw up if he continues to interview. This time the award is longer than the time he received interviews in the previous years.

The Publishing Department, the Ministry of Rites, and the Cultural Association were persistent, calling Lin Weimin and even visiting Lin Weimin if they had nothing to do.

In the end, Lin Weimin had no choice but to cite the reason of creating new works, and this group of people became honest.

After going abroad for more than half a month, there was basically no idle time. When I returned to Yanjing, I could finally relax and not have to go to work. The life was not too comfortable.

While he was enjoying leisure at home, the wave of publicity for returning to China reached another climax.

The government and the Cultural Association couldn't catch Lin Weimin's job, so they turned their attention to the people around him.

Classmates from the Institute of Literature, teachers, colleagues from the Chinese Literature Society, writers you have friends with...

But those who had a close relationship with Lin Weimin basically did not escape the harassment.

All of a sudden, newspapers, radio stations, and television stations across the country were full of content about Lin Weimin, giving Lin Weimin a saturated publicity campaign.

The direct result of this kind of propaganda is that Lin Weimin has become a great writer who is well-known throughout the country and well-known to women and children in a short period of time, the kind you can ask an old lady in the countryside to know.

"Who? Lin Weimin? You know, you know, a great writer!"

Probably this kind of popularity.

The ultimate effect of the influence of the Goncourt Literary Prize has finally appeared. In the hearts of countless Chinese people, when Lin Weimin's name is mentioned, their first impression is "a great writer".

This "big" is not an exaggeration or an adjective, but a thought from the heart.

He has won a foreign literary award, the kind that no one has ever won before. If this is not a great writer, what is it?
Before winning the award, Lin Weimin was already a well-known writer all over the country. He was second to none among contemporary writers of his generation. He compares.

Now with the blessing of the Goncourt Prize for Literature, Lin Weimin's reputation is at the height of the sky, shining in the contemporary literary world. If he suddenly crashes now, he will immediately become a legendary genius of a generation.

To use the terminology of later Internet novels, Lin Weimin's current fame should belong to the realm of "half-step Dzogchen", and if he goes up, he will be in the realm of Lu Guo and others.

Horror!
Once the reputation has risen again, the status of the literary world will naturally rise, which can be seen from the current attitude of the Cultural Association.

Even if Lin Weimin does not appear in person, the literary associations of various places will take the initiative to hold symposiums, seminars and other activities to discuss his works.

In addition to these activities, what is more intuitive is the sales of works.

After winning the award, the sales of all of Lin Weimin's works in recent years have shown a blowout growth. The inventory did not last for a few days, and the printing factory worked overtime.

In half a month, according to the statistics of the Guowen Society, the number of books sent out from the printing factory has reached a staggering 400 million copies, [-]% of which are Lin Weimin's works.

But even so, there are still new solicitation orders appearing from time to time.

In the case of hot national public opinion, this situation may continue for some time. As for how long it will last, no one knows.

Anyway, more than 20 days have passed since winning the award, and the sales momentum is still strong.

Colleagues at the Guowen Society have never missed Comrade Lin Weimin so much.

This is the God of Wealth of the Guowen Society!
Suspended from work, but his legends are everywhere in the world.

The demeanor of a great writer is nothing more than this.

And Lin Weimin, who is stuck at home, is not idle. He is working overtime recently to create a new novel.

Andre obviously didn't follow him back to China, but Lin Weimin always felt that someone was staring at him from behind, and this feeling was particularly strong when he was not writing.

It disappears only when you pick up a pen.

Dog day Andre!

Every day before Lin Weimin picks up his pen, he will swear a few words, which has become a ritual before he starts writing.

With no distractions, Mr. Lin is very efficient.

It took more than a week, and most of the novel has been written.

At the end, Mr. Lin was in a tangle.

In the original book, the male protagonist promised his son that he would be rewarded with a big tank for winning the game, and then the US soldiers drove the tank to pick up his son at the end.

Definitely not the ending.

Damn, Lao Mi, an arms dealer, did make a lot of contributions to World War II and accelerated the demise of the Axis powers, but being glorified as a savior is too much.

Lin Weimin hesitated for a long time, and finally changed the soldiers from the United States to soldiers from the Soviet Union.

Although he also doesn't like Maozi, it is a matter of seeking truth from facts when he writes this way.

After finishing the novel, Lin Weimin finally put down his pen, and the shadowy eyes behind him also disappeared, and he felt relaxed.

Tao Huimin brought over a cup of tea, saw Lin Weimin put down his pen, and said, "Take a break."

Lin Weimin got up and stretched his waist, "It's finished."

"Finish? So soon?"

Teacher Lin is not happy, he is very sensitive to some words now.

"It's called high efficiency."

Tao Huimin ignored him and picked up the manuscript on the table. Ever since they got together, Tao Huimin would always be his first reader.

Lin Weimin always wrote the manuscript, and Tao Huimin read as much. It took half an hour to read the ending, and Tao Huimin burst into tears.

"Why are you so cruel, what a kind person Jialiyan is!"

"He won't die, the level of sublimation in this novel is not enough!"

Literary works have to tear up the beauty.

It all ended happily, wouldn't that be a soap opera?

"This hero, did you write it in your own image?" Tao Huimin asked again.

Lin Weimin:? ? ?

The protagonist of my novel is based on a French bastard, okay?

Even if I haven't mentioned the prototype of the protagonist of this novel to you, you guess it's based on my own creation, isn't it a bit too much?

After sharing the same bed for so many years, it seems that you don't know me well enough!

Teacher Lin felt that it was necessary for Teacher Tao to get to know him better. After all, he was going to see his future mother-in-law soon, so it was not good to be so jerky.

(End of this chapter)