1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 485 I Wrote
Lin Weimin is not only responsible for the checkout, but also responsible for the pick-up and delivery of the car.

It was the first time for Rong Shihui to ride in his Mercedes-Benz, and he couldn't help but said, "I've heard that this is the first Mercedes-Benz in Yanjing, and I'm riding in it today."

"Don't listen to their nonsense, there are too many Mercedes-Benz in Yanjing."

"Which of those cars has a Yanjing local license plate?"

Rong Shihui and Tan Chaoyang were sitting in the car. Usually, no one was a match for Lin Weimin one-on-one, but today was different. The gang committed crimes with full firepower.

Ma Kai Restaurant was opened in the 50s on Gulou West Street. It is one of the earliest Hunan cuisine restaurants in Yanjing. Many Yanjing people hold banquets here when they get married.

Hunan cuisine is Rong Shihui's hometown dish. When he arrived at the entrance of the restaurant, he couldn't help sniffing, his expression intoxicated.

"It's been so many years, but the taste here is still the best!"

After entering the restaurant and ordering a few dishes, the three of them sat and chatted together.

In the four years since he left Guowenshe, Rong Shihui's career has taken a beautiful parabola. He became the deputy editor-in-chief of the publishing house. I don't have so many worries, and I feel good.

Qin Chaoyang is now over seventy years old, unlike Rong Shihui who just retired and still has the energy to give full play to his enthusiasm, he is now really taking care of his life, planting flowers and raising fish every day, his life is like a fairy.

Lin Weimin sighed when he heard the retirement life of the two, "There are still more than 30 years before I retire, when will I be a leader!"

Tan Chaoyang scolded with a smile: "You are in a hurry! How about we switch?"

Before Lin Weimin could speak, Rong Shihui said, "A thousand dollars can't buy an inch of time. I really envy Weimin and his generation. It's a good time!"

Continuing to chat, while Tan Chaoyang was going to the bathroom, Rong Shihui suddenly said, "For the sake of the people, how is Lao Zhang doing in "Contemporary"?"

Lin Weimin immediately became alert, "Why do you ask him?"

"You care about the old comrades, look at your attitude."

Lin Weimin said: "Don't think I don't know what's on your mind, you old man has retired, and you still want to do the work of mediators?"

Rong Shihui scolded: "You kid has become the deputy editor-in-chief, and you still want to squeeze us old comrades. The capitalists don't have your heart. Old Zhang is not a few years younger than me, and he is about to retire soon. Is it a good thing to raise the salary if you die or move the tree?"

"You want to poach my people, and you still don't allow me to speak?" Lin Weimin retorted, and then asked: "Are you really going to poach Lao Zhang?"

Rong Shihui said sternly: "I just quit, and the other deputy editor-in-chief of the publishing house is about to quit this year. There is no one in the publishing house, and someone needs to take over. I just thought that Lao Zhang is quite suitable and has excellent professional ability. Appropriate age."

"If you go, you will be the deputy editor-in-chief? Can you be the master?"

Lin Weimin was very skeptical about this. Old Comrade Rong used to have an alias in the Guowen Society, "Rong Da Chuan", and even his son called him that.

"You have to fight for it. If you let him go, I'll talk to the agency."

Lin Weimin said quietly: "Old Rong, I have never seen you work so hard in "Contemporary"!"

"When I was in "Contemporary", the agency didn't even let me be the deputy editor-in-chief!"

There is nothing wrong with what you say.

"Success, you have to study and understand this matter, and I will let Lao Zhang go." Lin Weimin said.

"A word is settled!"

Lin Weimin wanted to vomit blood after eating a meal and leaving one of his generals, but still paying the bill by himself.

But personally speaking, this is a good thing after all, and he can't stop it.

Before leaving, he saw Rong Shihui with a cigarette in his hand, and recalled that he hadn't been idle since he entered the door. He smoked almost a pack of cigarettes in more than two hours. Light up a cigarette and carefully smoke out lung cancer."

"Bah, bah, bah! Crow's mouth! Why don't you dig yourself out, you boy, your mouth is too bad!"

"I'm doing this for your own good. After retiring, I can live for two more years and receive my pension for nothing. How wonderful!"

Rong Shihui said contemptuously: "Vulgar! Your consciousness needs to be improved!"

Bickering, several people left Ma Kai's restaurant.

The next day, Lin Weimin brought Zhang Zhonge to the office and told him about Rong Shihui's situation.

"There is a vacancy for a deputy editor-in-chief at the Writer's Publishing House. Lao Rong is helping you fight for it. How about it? Are you willing to go?"

Zhang Zhonge was very surprised, but he thought for a moment and did not lie, "Of course I am willing to go."

"Well, when there is news over there, Lao Rong will definitely look for you."

"Thank you, Weimin!"

"Thank me for what? It's a good thing. If it works, I'll be happy for you too.

However, I told Lao Rong that if it wasn't for the deputy editor-in-chief, I wouldn't let him go. " Lin Weimin said with a smile.

Zhang Zhonge understood his good intentions, since he wanted to move the place, he naturally had to rush to the higher place, so it was meaningless to be flat.

"That's the truth."

A few days later, Lin Weimin received a letter from Ma Yuan.

After graduating from university in 82, Ma Yuan entered the snow area to work. Except for the occasional pen meeting, he was basically invisible. It has been six years now.

In the past few years, Lin Weimin introduced the old and brought forth the new, promoting "pioneering novels" to readers, and Ma Yuan amazed the public with "The Temptation of Gangdise".

He has produced a lot of works in the past few years, but none of them have reached the height of "The Temptation of Gangdise".

This time, he wrote to Lin Weimin about his work. He stayed in the snow area for six years and planned to transfer back to Liaodong.

The biggest motivation for Ma Yuan's transfer back to Liaodong was the birth of his child last year. The conditions in the snow area were difficult, and there was nothing for adults, but the child was too young, which made people feel distressed. Lin Weimin took the time to write back to him.

"Ms. Lin, the sample booklet is out!"

Tong Zhonggui knocked on the door of Lin Weimin's office and brought him the sample booklet "Life is Beautiful Anyway".

This novel is different among Lin Weimin's works. The English version was published first, then the French version, and finally the Chinese version.

Lin Weimin took the sample booklet and flipped through it, nodded in satisfaction, "Not bad!"

Tong Zhonggui said: "It's a pity that your novel was not published in our "Contemporary"."

"After all, it has a foreign historical background, and domestic readers seem a little unfamiliar. Now that it is published directly, if you like it, you can buy it and read it yourself!"

Tong Zhonggui nodded and said, "Are you free tomorrow?"

Tomorrow is the weekend, Lin Weimin asked: "What's the matter?"

"My yard has been tidied up, and I plan to move there tomorrow." Tong Zhonggui said.

Lin Weimin said happily: "This is a good thing, let everyone have fun together."

"I've told everyone, it's just you."

"Okay, I'll be there tomorrow."

Under the influence of Lin Weimin, Tong Zhonggui has always wanted to buy a courtyard house in Yanjing, and has been saving manuscript fees for the past few years.

Counting over the past few years, he has published more than a dozen novelettes and short stories, some of which were published on "Contemporary", and the works with a total of 40 million words also brought him a lot income.

After the publication of "Wives and Concubines" last year, he received the largest manuscript fee in recent years, and he was thinking about the house.

I finally bought a two-entry courtyard house near Shichahai at the beginning of this year, and it took me two or three months to tidy it up, and I will be moving soon.

On the weekend of the next day, a group of colleagues came to Tong Zhonggui's yard in the morning. Lin Weimin came a little late, so he ran to push Shi Tiesheng over. a mile.

Everyone visited Tong Zhonggui's new home, and several people exclaimed in admiration.

"Oh! You have to be a talented young man. Xiao Tong is only 25 this year, and he bought a house in Yanjing with the manuscript fee."

"Xiao Tong is young and young, but he is considered outstanding in our agency, right? You count, among the younger generation, how many works like him can be published every year?"

"It's not that there are a few, but none. Xiao Tong still has aura!"

Everyone's praise made Tong Zhonggui very embarrassed, he busily busy serving tea and water for everyone.

Seeing this, Liu Yin couldn't help teasing: "Xiao Tong, look, this house is already there, is there something missing?"

Yao Shuzhi answered immediately, "What else is there?"

"What's the difference? Of course it's the hostess!"

Everyone couldn't help laughing, while Tong Zhonggui scratched his head shyly.

Lin Weimin pushed Shi Tiesheng around the courtyard, watching Mo Yan squatting next to the crowd, watching everyone laughing and laughing without saying a word, that was his normal state.

"I haven't seen Yu Hua for a long time." Shi Tiesheng said suddenly.

"If you miss him, give him a call. If you have a reason to ask for leave, you may see him in a few days."

Shi Tiesheng was amused by him, "You have figured out this kid's temperament."

"It's really not easy to meet after this separation." Lin Weimin said with emotion.

"Yes, but every goodbye is more precious because of this." Shi Tiesheng said.

Lin Weimin nodded slightly.

The two walked to Mo Yan, seeing his sad face, Lin Weimin asked, "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." Mo Yan stood up, speaking insincerely.

"Your lie is insincere and false." Lin Weimin joked.

Mo Yan was depressed, "I'm homesick, I miss my mother, I should take her to Yanjing to enjoy a few years of happiness."

Chinese people always have some deep-rooted plots. For example, when we see land, we think of food and a good harvest; when we see houses, we think of home and mother.

"It's a pity... I'm just a visitor in Yanjing."

Lin Weimin said: "If you want to stay, you can stay here. After graduation, it will not be difficult to find a way to stay in Yanjing."

Speaking of this, Lin Weimin couldn't help but think of Mo Yan buying a house in Yanjing with the Nobel Prize bonus.

It's different now. Mo Yan bought a house in Yanjing before, but he hasn't come to Yanjing for work, and the netizens have lost a little fun since then.

Mo Yan looked at Lin Weimin with only one thought in his mind.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked. What is easy for Mr. Lin is as difficult as heaven for him.

Seeing his frowning expression, Lin Weimin said, "Don't be so discouraged, you are a well-known writer after all. Is this such a difficult task?"

"Difficult!" Mo Yan choked out a word.

"I'll do it for you." Lin Weimin said cheerfully.

Mo Yan was inexplicably surprised, "Really? Teacher Lin!"

"But..." Lin Weimin muttered after finishing speaking.

Seeing this, Mo Yan raised his heart immediately, "But what?"

"Based on your current work, it's still a bit lacking and not convincing enough." Lin Weimin said with some regret.

Mo Yan blurted out, "I'll write it!"

This sentence "I write" is very spiritual. It seems that the answer is irrelevant, but it completely fits the main point of Teacher Lin's speech.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but nodded, a child can be taught.

It has to be you!
Such a comrade is the talent that every publication dreams of!

The more Mr. Lin looked at Mo Yan's small eyes, the more he felt that they were full of wisdom.

"Come on, tell me, what are you writing recently? Do you have any inspiration?"

Lin Weimin couldn't care about Shi Tiesheng anymore, and took Moyan to sit aside, caring about his creation, study and life.

Well, mostly creation.

Seeing Lin Weimin talking about new works with Mo Yan, Tong Zhonggui couldn't help admiring him. Probably only the spirit of Mr. Lin can make "Contemporary" excellent works continue and sell well.

The rest of the colleagues looked at Mo Yan who was trapped by Lin Weimin, and shook their heads sympathetically.

Let Weimin be entangled, and a good weekend is ruined!
On the other hand, Mo Yan, with Lin Weimin's promise to stay in Beijing, was full of inspiration and thoughts.

Lin Weimin listened to him talking about the thoughts in his heart, nodded from time to time, and finally waited for the exchange to be almost complete, and said: "This idea is good, write it out later and show it to me!"

"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)