1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 54
After finishing talking about the manuscript, Lin Weimin quietly grabbed Rong Shihui, "Old Rong, is there any movement on my matter?"

"I don't know, I asked Lao Tan, and I only said that I told the leader."

"That's it!" Lin Weimin rubbed his chin with his fingers, not knowing what to do. It seems that he should go back to Xu Gang to find out.

After he left, Rong Shihui looked at the manuscript in his hand, with an idiot-like smile on his face. There were so many high-level works in his hand, and he didn't know which one to start with. There is no happiness like this.

It's a pity that he was not happy for a few seconds, and the other people in the office scooped up more than half of the manuscripts in his hand like wool.

After get off work, Tan Chaoyang passed by the office. Several people were concentrating on reviewing manuscripts, and asked curiously, "Why didn't you leave?"

Rong Shihui raised his head and said, "Lin Weimin just delivered a batch of manuscripts this afternoon."

Qin Chaoyang suddenly became interested, "Are you sending manuscripts again? It seems that the students of the Institute of Literature are not low in standard!"

"The manuscripts are indeed not bad, at least above the standard."

"Come back and show me when you finish reading."

After Tan Chaoyang finished speaking, he was about to leave, but was stopped by Rong Shihui.

"what happened?"

Rong Shihui walked up to him and said in a low voice, "Is there any clue about the work? In the afternoon, Lin Weimin asked."

Qin Chaoyang smiled wryly, "The report is over, and the two leaders haven't given any feedback yet. I'll ask tomorrow."

Just because Lin Weimin worked so hard to help the editorial department accept manuscripts, it wouldn't be justified if he didn't help.

Both Rong Shihui and Qin Chaoyang thought in this way.

It was time for dinner in the evening when Lin Weimin returned to the Literature Research Institute. After dinner, he found a few classmates sneaking around.

"What are you doing?" Lin Weimin leaned forward and asked.

"You'll find out later."

After dinner, Lin Weimin saw several students in the class move the tables and chairs in the cafeteria to one side, leaving a huge space in the middle of the cafeteria. On, plugged in the electricity, and stuffed a tape into the recorder.

Press the button, and the dynamic dance music resounds throughout the cafeteria in an instant.

"This..." Lin Weimin didn't react for a while.

Qu Xiaowei bumped his shoulder hard, his eyebrows beaming, "Prom! Haven't you seen it before? Old hat!"

I have never seen such a dirty dance!

Lin Weimin complained in his heart.

He saw a few young people in the class first broke into the center of the cafeteria which was used as a dance floor, and their bodies began to sway wantonly, which made Lin Weimin feel a little bit hot.

Then he saw Qu Xiaowei took out an afro wig out of nowhere, and broke into the dance floor with an afro hairstyle.

It was only at this time that Lin Weimin noticed that there were actually two people in the class wearing flared trousers. They tucked the hem of their shirts into their waistbands. From the perspective of this era, they looked really modern.

"This is the dance..."

Lin Weimin grinned as he watched, his crotch and waist were just like his brother's, bang bang hard.

I can't even step on the drums, it's really a hard twisted, tenacious group.

This situation did not change until a few female students joined in. After all, they are women, and their flexibility and figure are not comparable to those of the big bosses.

Lin Weimin did not end, but leaned on the table and chatted with the classmates in the class.

"Who researched this thing?"

"Ye Xin and the others met a group of young people when they went out to play yesterday. They thought it was interesting, so they picked up a couple of tapes and started to collect them."

The prom was indeed born in the early 80s. However, due to the deteriorating public security situation in recent years, the country has taken great efforts to improve public security, which has caused a heavy blow to the prom, a new thing in the near future.

Men and women, dark room, swaying posture, ambiguous music, these words make people think about it no matter how they are put together.

Fortunately, it is only 80 years now, and the beatings in society have not yet begun.

Lin Weimin watched the group of demons dancing wildly in the class, and could only lament that you cultural people can play!
The dance party held by the Institute of Literature and Literature can't be hidden from anyone, and the first person to know about it is the people from D school.The leaders didn't say a word about it, but the young people couldn't help being tempted to take the initiative to join the group, and this group of people also offered to provide tapes to the ball.

Dancing is really addictive. The dance has only been held for three or four days. Many students have been obsessed with this thing, and they can't do without this topic in their daily chats.

Lin Weimin didn't participate at all, at most he just stood by and admired the enchanting dance moves of his classmates.

This day, he saw that Xu Gang had nothing to do, so he took the initiative to talk to him.

"Boss, are you busy?"

Xu Gang didn't bother to answer this kind of unnutritious fart, so he opened his mouth and said, "I have something to say."

Lin Weimin chuckled twice, "What, work..."

When he said this, Xu Gang's expression became playful, "This matter..."

Lin Weimin scolded his mother in his heart, and Qiao Er was also taken into account.

"The director smokes!"

Lin Weimin obediently handed over a cigarette.

Xu Gang took the cigarette and took a look, "Yo, Zhong Nan Hai? Where did you get it?"

"Given it by a friend." Lin Weimin took advantage of the situation and set Xu Gang on fire.

In fact, I bought this cigarette when I went to the Friendship Store to buy a bicycle. Lin Weimin didn't smoke, but most of the people around him smoked, so he had a brainstorm and bought a Zhongnanhai.

This cigarette originated from the great leader's addiction to cigarettes. Legend has it that the Yanjing Tobacco Factory received a special task to produce special |supply cigarettes for the leaders.The characteristic Hongzhong|South|Hai has always been a special cigarette for receiving foreign guests, and it can only be bought in the Friendship Store.

After Xu had just finished a few puffs of cigarettes, Lin Weimin said, "Boss, work..."

Xu Gang looked at Lin Weimin, "Are you in a hurry?"

Lin Weimin nodded.

Xu Gang exhaled a puff of smoke ring, and said leisurely: "I'm afraid I can't help you with this matter!"

Lin Weimin became anxious when he heard this, "That's not possible! What is your status as the director, and my job is not just a matter of your words?"

"Okay, don't give me a high hat, you kid. This time, I really can't help you."

Seeing Xu Gang's firm tone, he was both anxious and puzzled. This Chinese Literature Society really doesn't give face at all. Is the threshold so high?
Not to mention that I have made plans for the album and my love in "Contemporary", even Xu Gang's door-to-door intercession is not good enough?

Seeing his expression, Xu Gang was overjoyed, but this kid was deflated.

The more Lin Weimin thought about it, the more depressed he became. When he happened to raise his head, he saw Xu Gang's expression.

What do you mean?Are you still gloating, old boy?
Thinking about it again, the director's expression is not right!

(End of this chapter)