1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 490 Seahorse Studio

Tong Zhonggui felt that Mr. Lin must appreciate Wang Xiaobo very much. Although Mr. Lin did not show it too strongly, Tong Zhonggui was very sure of this fact based on his understanding of Lin Weimin for many years.

He has also read "Story of the Tang Dynasty" and "Golden Age".

He doesn't like the style of "Stories of the Tang Dynasty". In his opinion, it is a Tang legend, telling Wang Xiaobo's own story. Of course, the writing is very good, but it doesn't meet Tong Zhonggui's reading taste.

However, "Golden Age" is really well written. Except for the sensitive factor of QS, this novel gave Tong Zhonggui a very shocking feeling.

Tong Zhonggui’s literary career basically started with the buzzing ending. Over the years, scars, reforms, root-seeking, reflections, and various literary genres have appeared on the stage. It is difficult for the creator’s content to break away from the stereotypes of these forms , everyone is basically affected by this, or by foreign classics.

But "Golden Age" gave Tong Zhonggui a completely different feeling when he read the works of other domestic writers. He only tasted this kind of feeling in Lin Weimin's works.

It is a kind of wanton full of talent, with outstanding personality, which is impressive and extraordinary at first glance.

Tong Zhonggui was discussing Wang Xiaobo's writing style with colleagues in the editorial department. Everyone agreed that he understood humor, and his words gave people a very "ghost" feeling.

But his humor is different from Wang Shuo's Beijing-style "ruffian". Wang Xiaobo's humor is more self-deprecating, while Wang Shuo's humor is more mocking.

Compared with Wang Shuo's sharpness, Wang Xiaobo's humor is undoubtedly more acceptable.

"I think the most important thing is that his style is still too unique..." Tong Zhonggui frowned, and he said in a deep thought: "I can't see the shadow of other people in Wang Xiaobo. His works are different from what we have seen in recent years. The works of any domestic writer I have come across, although they are also about educated youths, are neither scars, root-seeking, nor reflections, and his style is unique.”

Several colleagues recognized Tong Zhonggui's words, and Yao Shuzhi smiled and said, "It seems that you, Tong, really appreciate this Wang Xiaobo!"

"He is responsible for the author, of course he appreciates it!" Everyone teased.

While everyone was chatting, Wang Shuo, who hadn't shown up for a long time, appeared in the editorial department.

Wang Shuo has become fatter, his body has become as round as his face, his face is full of red, and his voice is a bit higher than before. It seems that he is proud of himself, and the editors made fun of him.

There is a reason for everyone's ridicule.

88 was a bumper year for Wang Shuo. "Stubborn Lord" was adapted into a movie by Mi Jiashan Xiangzhong last year, and it was released at the beginning of this year.

"Half Flame, Half Sea Water", "Reincarnation", "Great Breath", one after another, the audience was not even given a chance to breathe.

There are more and more films of "screenwriter Wang Shuo" on the screen of the movie theater. He digested his identity as a novice screenwriter at an extremely fast speed, wandering wantonly in the ocean of movies, contented.

In the past six months, Wang Shuo has made a name for himself in the domestic literary world with his four adapted films. Many reporters and newspapers even shouted the slogan "Wang Shuonian".

For more than half a year, Wang Shuo kept his feet on the ground, not to mention appearing in the editorial department of "Contemporary", and he didn't even meet Lin Weimin.

"Busy! Too busy!" Wang Shuo sat on the sofa in Lin Weimin's office, with his legs crossed, in high spirits.

"You don't even know, these directors treat me to dinner out of nowhere, and even challenge me if I don't go, saying that you look down on him..."

The four words "long time poor and now rich" can be said to complement Wang Shuo's head. After listening to him for a long time, Lin Weimin asked: "Isn't it just to show off to me?"

Wang Shuo has long been used to Lin Weimin's cynicism towards him, "How can it be!"

He got up together and took out the manuscript from his bag, "Look! I just finished writing and sent it to you, and it's still warm!"

Lin Weimin finally showed a little smile, "It's okay, you know you're thinking of me!"

"Look at what you said, no one can forget you if you forget. Let me tell you, I wrote a few manuscripts before, but I didn't send them to you at all. I know you have high requirements, and I won't recruit you if I send them. Wait and see, this time I wrote these two novels with great effort."

When Wang Shuo said this, his brows were a little smug, obviously very satisfied with these two works.

Since it is described by "part", it is at least the size of a novella.

Lin Weimin flipped through the novels, one "Don't Treat Me as a Human" and "Never Lose My Love", feeling the thickness of the manuscripts, they add up to about [-] to [-] words.

He smiled and asked: "Your efficiency is good this year! I remember that you have published four or five articles in other publications, right?"

Wang Shuo smiled proudly, "Don't tell me, I don't know what's wrong this year. How can I write? It's like I'm out of my control when I hold this pen in my hand. I can write whatever I want, and what I write is quite brilliant. !"

Wang Shuo turns [-] this year. Thanks to years of creative accumulation, the confidence of many works being adapted into film and television, coupled with the welcome of readers and audiences, his creative confidence has reached an unprecedented height. At this stage, he should It is the peak period of creative career.

"Don't be inflated, life is just a few good years, try to write more things." Lin Weimin warned.

"You look more and more like a teacher now!" Wang Shuo sarcastically said to him.

The two chatted about the manuscript fee again.

"Just look at it!" Master Shuo waved his hand casually, showing the air of a nouveau riche.

He is now a popular fried chicken in the domestic literary world, and Lin Weimin will naturally not treat him badly.

The two novels gave him 5200 yuan in manuscript fees, and the manuscript fee standard reached as much as 45 yuan per thousand words.

This standard looks at the whole country, and there are only a handful of writers who can get it, which is worthy of Wang Shuo's current status and popularity.

Wang Shuo stood up and bowed his hands to Lin Weimin, "You are old-fashioned!"

Lin Weimin smiled, and Wang Shuo said again: "What's the matter? Go out to eat tonight. I haven't seen you for a long time. Have fun with the big guys?"

"Okay!"

After agreeing to Wang Shuo, Lin Weimin's Mercedes-Benz appeared at the entrance of Jimen Hotel at around [-] o'clock in the evening.

"This place is almost becoming your stronghold?" Lin Weimin asked Zheng Xiaolong with a smile as soon as they met.

"The old place, the picture is a comfort." Zheng Xiaolong replied.

At the beginning of the year, "Desire" was broadcast on CCTV, and it became popular all over the country. Not only did the main actors in the TV series become popular, but even Zheng Xiaolong and his group of behind-the-scenes staff became very popular figures, and they became popular all over the country. Television made a name for itself.

When we met today, I felt a little proud of myself, and I had an affair with Wang Shuo.

When Lin Weimin entered the restaurant, most of the people who had dinner today had already arrived. He looked around and found that they were all old faces.

In addition to Zheng Xiaolong and Wang Shuo, the two soul figures, there are also Feng Xiaogang, Zhao Baogang, Haiyan, Ye Daiying, Ge You, Xie Jing, Ma Dudu, Liang Tian...

There are more than ten people at a table, and counting them in detail, it seems that the so-called Beijing circle in later generations seems to have appeared like this.

"Mr. Lin, take your seat, take your seat!"

Everyone enthusiastically dragged Lin Weimin to the main seat, but Feng Xiaogang pressed him on the seat.

Everyone is here, the food and wine are on the table, and everyone raises their glasses.

Wang Shuo's face turned red after drinking two cups. He was sitting on Lin Weimin's right hand.

"Weimin, a while ago, Liu Yiran and I were in the hostel of Yan Film Studio to change the script. We had nothing to do to chat about the mountains, and finally came up with an idea."

"What do you think?" Lin Weimin asked casually.

"We want to have a studio."

"studio?"

Lin Weimin glanced at Wang Shuo, and then at the other people present. There was no surprise on everyone's faces. Obviously, everyone was angry about this matter. It seemed that he was rushing to invite himself here today.

"What's the matter?" Lin Weimin already had some guesses in his mind and asked knowingly.

"I just want to set up a film and television creation team composed of writers with the nature of a literary salon. Everyone gathers together and talks about the mountains. If anyone has a good idea, everyone brainstorms and develops this idea. Then find a studio and TV station to invest. shoot, we sell the rights to the adaptation."

After Wang Shuo finished speaking, he stared at Lin Weimin, "How is it? Are you interested in participating?"

Lin Weimin shook his head decisively, "Not interested!"

Wang Shuo's face was full of disappointment, Feng Xiaogang said with a smile at this moment: "What am I talking about, how can such a fairy-like figure as Mr. Lin join your little gang."

His gag well covered up the embarrassment of Wang Shuo being rejected by Lin Weimin, and everyone laughed.

Lin Weimin said: "Don't abuse people!"

He pondered and said: "Your idea is very good, but I have very little distraction in film and television creation, and I really don't have the energy to participate in this matter."

"Understand, understand!" Zheng Xiaolong toasted Lin Weimin with a glass of wine, and said, "You have to work at the Chinese Literature Society during the day, and you have to write in your spare time, and you have to hold meetings and participate in activities from time to time. You are really too busy."

Wang Shuo joked, "I wanted to drag you to become the leader of the martial arts alliance!"

Lin Weimin shook his head, "The leader of the alliance will have a short life, I don't have the courage."

Everyone laughed, and he said again: "However, the idea of ​​your team is quite interesting. How many people have you recruited?"

Wang Shuo counted with his fingers: "I, Liu Yiran, Wu Bin, Haiyan, Dudu, Moyan, Liu Zhenyun..."

"Mo Yan and Liu Zhenyun are also here?"

Mo Yan and Liu Zhenyun had very little contact with Wang Shuo's circle, and Lin Weimin did not expect that Wang Shuo would bring them along.

Wang Shuo said proudly, "I had the cheek to go to the National Academy of Arts to find the two of them. My buddy has a lot of face, so they agreed to participate."

Last year, Liu Zhenyun signed up for the postgraduate class for writers co-operated by the National Academy of Letters and Yan Normal University. He was in the same class as Mo Yan and Chi Zijian, but his family was not far from the National Academy of Letters, and he usually had to work, which was a part-time study.

"Okay, you have a lot of face!" Lin Weimin teased.

Listening to Wang Shuo's famous report, Lin Weimin confirmed in his heart that this should be the team he knew in later generations.

Wang Shuo pulled Lin Weimin and said, "It's fine if you don't come to be the leader of the alliance, but it's okay if you come to be a consultant?"

Lin Weimin looked at everyone's earnest eyes and said, "Success, it's no problem to be a consultant."

Being able to bring Lin Weimin in, even if it was only as a consultant, everyone immediately cheered up with joy.

I was so happy that I drank several more glasses of wine.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin, for the honor of coming to our studio!"

Haiyan and Ye Daiying came to toast one by one, and Lin Weimin couldn't stand it after two drinks, "If you want to pour me wine, just say it, don't mess with these goofs!"

Everyone laughed and laughed and sat down.

"What's the name of your creative team?" Lin Weimin asked.

Everyone looked at each other, they were so busy trying to attract people that they didn't think about this issue at all.

Wang Shuo said: "I really haven't thought about this, why don't you give me one!"

Feng Xiaogang also said, "Mr. Lin, what's your opinion?"

"It's not a high opinion, but I just feel something when I look at you bunch of rough old men."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know Haima?" Lin Weimin asked.

Most people looked blank, but Feng Xiaogang was very clever and said, "Seahorses are all males."

"That's right!" Lin Weimin gave Feng Xiaogang an encouraging look.

Wang Shuo concluded: "There is not a single female, it all depends on the male's cubs. What the hell, a group of seahorses!"

Everyone laughed when they heard the words.

"That's a good name!"

"It's called a seahorse!"

In this way, Haima Studio was born at the dinner of Jimen Hotel.

(End of this chapter)