1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 522 Recommended to Xiangjiang
Returning to Yanjing after several months, Lin Weimin felt a long-lost intimacy.

But after getting off the plane, there was an unusual smell in the air.

The customs officers inspected the passengers getting off the plane very carefully. When he arrived at Lin Weimin's place, he received the same treatment as the last time he returned to China. He brought back hundreds of books from abroad, and the staff inspected them more carefully than last time. .

It took a long time to get out of the airport and back home. After a day of jet lag, Lin Weimin returned to work at the Guowen Society.

Early in the morning, the black Mercedes-Benz, which had disappeared for several months, reappeared in the Guowen Institute, and immediately attracted the attention of colleagues who were about to go to work.

When everyone saw Lin Weimin getting off the car, they didn't surround him enthusiastically like before, waved or nodded in greeting, and entered the building without even saying a word.

Lin Weimin came to Cheng Zaochun's office, and he hadn't been here for a while.

Seeing Lin Weimin, Cheng Zaochun smiled all over his face, "It can be regarded as coming back, I thought you were going to stay in the United States!"

"How can it be!" Lin Weimin laughed.

Cheng Zaochun's worries were not groundless. The storms that have been raging in the past few months have made the whole country feel uneasy. An employee of the Guowen Society chose to "go abroad to visit relatives."

Cheng Zaochun asked about some of Lin Weimin's experiences abroad, talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was harmonious, but when he talked about the past few months in China, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"A troubled autumn!"

Lin Weimin could tell that it was not easy for Lao Cheng to be the president. He had only worked for a few months, and his gray hair was protruding out.

Cheng Zaochun stared at Lin Weimin suddenly, and stared blankly for a long while. After seeing Lin Weimin's heart trembling, he asked, "You kid didn't expect it long ago, so you ran ahead of time, right?"

Lin Weimin laughed and said, "Leader, you are a feudal superstition. We are all cadres, how can we believe in such ghosts and ghosts?"

"I didn't say you can tell fortunes, but you want to interrupt me, don't you?"

"What do you mean I interrupt? I am correcting your wrong thinking!"

Lin Weimin is a professional in the skill of crooked buildings, and Cheng Zaochun also forgot about this because he misled the topic with a few words.

After chatting for a long time, Lin Weimin was going back to the editorial office.

Cheng Zaochun said: "By the way, I blocked the "Golden Age" that you were going to publish in April."

Lin Weimin looked at Cheng Zaochun, and when he was about to speak, he was blocked by Cheng Zaochun, "Don't mess with me, I'm on the cusp of the storm, I'm taking care of the overall situation."

"I want to say, you are a wise leader!"

Naturally, Cheng Zaochun would not believe Lin Weimin's nonsense, this kid was not sure how to scold him.

Lin Weimin didn't know Cheng Zaochun's villainous heart, otherwise he would have to spit thick phlegm on his face and scold him for being inferior.

After returning to the back building and walking up to the second floor, Lin Weimin saw Tong Zhonggui looking around at the entrance of the editorial department. Seeing him, Tong Zhonggui had a bright smile on his face and waved to Lin Weimin, "Teacher Lin!"

Hearing his movement, colleagues in the editorial department also jumped up one after another, and even someone from the next door office was poking their heads.

After not seeing each other for several months, it is natural to feel very cordial when we meet unexpectedly.

Lin Weimin opened the bag and gave everyone the small gifts he brought back from the United States, ten or eight rice knives, which made everyone very happy.

Lin Weimin had just returned from abroad, so it was natural that he would be dragged by everyone to talk about his experience and knowledge abroad. Everyone couldn't find a better reason to fish than this.

Tong Zhonggui just remembered it when he was about to eat lunch all morning, and said to Lin Weimin: "Mr. Lin, Wang Xiaobo's "Golden Era" was not published."

Lin Weimin said: "The leader told me about this matter. There is nothing to do in this special period. You can call Xiaobo later and let him come over when he has time. I will talk to him about the publication of the novel. "

"it is good!"

Tong Zhonggui called at noon, and Wang Xiaobo came to the editorial office after one o'clock in the afternoon. Today is a working day, so don't worry, he must have left early. He seemed very anxious.

Because of the ups and downs outside, the editorial department temporarily withdrew his manuscript. Wang Xiaobo was very anxious. Unfortunately, Lin Weimin went abroad again at this time. He couldn't even find a leader who could talk to him. Tong Zhonggui and other editors The editor of the department comforted him for a long time before he let go of his worries.

Several months passed in a flash, and Wang Xiaobo received a call from Tong Zhonggui, saying that Mr. Lin was back and wanted to talk to him about the publication of the novel. Wang Xiaobo was so excited that he couldn't even attend class, and ran directly to the Chinese Language Society .

"Are you in a hurry these few months?" Lin Weimin poured Wang Xiaobo a cup of tea and asked with a smile.

Wang Xiaobo smiled shyly, and said truthfully, "I'm a little anxious, no one expected such an accident to happen."

On the way here, Wang Xiaobo was thinking about the purpose of Lin Weimin calling him here. According to what the editorial department told him before, the content of "Golden Age" is too large. We'll have to wait until the storm passes.

Under such circumstances, Wang Xiaobo had to wonder why Lin Weimin called him here.

"I'm afraid your novel will not be published in a short time!"

Lin Weimin's words made Wang Xiaobo's heart skip a beat. Did he call himself here today to tell him the bad news?

"Mr. Lin, do you have a specific time?"

Lin Weimin thought for a while and said, "This year is definitely going to fail, let's see next year!"

Hearing this, Wang Xiaobo couldn't help showing disappointment on his face. This year is out of the question, and next year will depend on the situation. I really don't know when we will have to wait.

Hearing that the work was hopeless to be published within a short period of time, Wang Xiaobo was in a trance, and didn't even listen to what Lin Weimin said.

"What did you say?" Wang Xiaobo heard Lin Weimin say something in a daze, and he couldn't help asking again.

"I said, I plan to help you contact Xiangjiang's publications to publish first."

Wang Xiaobo was surprised, and didn't realize it for a moment. After a while, he asked, "Are you going to publish in Xiangjiang?"

Lin Weimin nodded, "That's right. Your novel is very well written, and we don't know when it will be published. I have some friendship with Mr. Liu Yichang of "Xiangjiang Literature", and I have recommended some of our novels in recent years. The works on the side go to him."

Finally, joy appeared on Wang Xiaobo's face, "Thank you so much, Mr. Lin!"

"It's just a recommendation, the manuscript may not be usable."

Lin Weimin said so, but since he recommended Mo Yan's "Red Sorghum Family" to Liu Yichang, the works he recommended have never been rejected by "Xiangjiang Literature" in the past few years.

"Thank you anyway, as long as there is a chance to publish it." Wang Xiaobo said gratefully.

Due to the situation, his novel cannot be published, and it has nothing to do with the editorial department.

Mr. Lin offered to recommend his novels to be published in Xiangjiang, which is a great favor to him.

After talking about the publication of "Golden Age", Wang Xiaobo left the editorial office with gratitude and joy. Lin Weimin took the time to call Liu Yichang and explained the situation of "Golden Age" to him.

In the past few years, "Xiangjiang Literature" has published many works of mainland writers, many of which were introduced by Lin Weimin. Liu Yichang trusted Lin Weimin's recommendation very much.

After the two communicated, Lin Weimin sent a copy of the "Golden Age" manuscript to Xiangjiang the next day.

The work content of the editorial department is relatively fixed. Lin Weimin has been away for such a long time, and everyone's work has been carried out in an orderly manner. It is nothing more than a different person who makes decisions.

Lin Weimin spent two days looking through the publications of the last few months. The works on the publications in April and May were basically in charge of the final review, and he looked familiar.

But in June and July, Lin Weimin hadn't read some of them.

On the whole, the level of manuscripts in the past few months has remained the same as before.

There is only one problem. "Contemporary" has not published any heavyweight works for several months in a row. The works published in recent months have not aroused any strong repercussions so far.

After reading the quality of manuscripts in recent months, Lin Weimin looked through the existing manuscripts in the editorial department, and then held a meeting with his colleagues.

There is only one purpose for the meeting, which is to collect manuscripts.

"Contemporary" now has a stable sales volume of more than 150 million copies per issue. It is a well-deserved "big brother" in the field of pure literature in China, and even "Harvest" cannot hold a candle to it.

The editorial department receives hundreds of submission letters from all over the country every day, plus so many writers who have published works in "Contemporary", as well as writers who have been discovered and cultivated by "Contemporary", "Contemporary" Never worry about the source of the manuscript.

But don't worry about manuscripts, it doesn't mean that editors don't need to collect manuscripts.

Although the quality of these recent journals has not declined significantly, it is an indisputable fact that there is a lack of influential works. At this time, we need everyone to use our subjective initiative to see if we can gather some high-quality manuscripts to boost the journal. recent impact.

With a calm face, Lin Weimin finished telling everyone his thoughts in a calm and composed tone, and everyone spoke one after another about the recent creations of the authors they were responsible for.

When it was Tong Zhonggui's turn, he mentioned Alai.

"Mr. Lin, a while ago Alai told me that his novel was almost done. I asked him to mail the manuscript. He was worried and said that he would send it to Yanjing by himself. He estimated that he would arrive in Yanjing in a few days. .”

Lin Weimin's expression was a little excited, "Alai's novel is finished? His efficiency is quite high!"

Teacher Lin praised others for their high efficiency, everyone just listened, no matter how fast they were, they were not as fast as Teacher Lin.

The day after Tong Zhonggui finished mentioning Alai, Alai came to the editorial department with a luggage bag on his back.

"I'm really talking about Cao Cao. Cao Cao is here. You came just as Xiaotong mentioned you yesterday!" Lin Weimin was very happy to see Alai.

Alai rushed all the way to Yanjing, just sat down and drank a few sips of water, and hurriedly took out the manuscript. He came to Yanjing this time to deliver the manuscript.

(End of this chapter)