1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 553 Hey, why did you die again?

The next day, Lin Weimin took Hua's computer to the Chinese Social Networking and gave it to Yu Hua. Yu Hua was overjoyed to hear that the computer only cost 6000 yuan.

"Mr. Lin, I have a friend..."

Lin Weimin's death ray glanced at Yu Hua's face, and he finally chose to shut up.

If it weren't for the fear that this kid would slip up, he would have to charge him the original price.

Thinking of being taken advantage of by Yu Hua with 2000 yuan, Lin Weimin felt that the squeeze on him was not hard enough.

He asked, "How is the novel going? Didn't you say that there is only an ending left?"

Yu Hua said guiltily, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

At noon, Yu Hua went outside to withdraw money and gave the computer money to Lin Weimin.

After get off work, when Lin Weimin came home, he heard from Tao Huimin that Cheng Ximi had just left and came to give him money for the computer. Lin Weimin asked Tao Huimin to put the money in the safe at home.

After dinner, Wang Shuo brought Jiang Wen to the door. It has been two months since Jiang Wen came to ask for help last time.

Seeing Lin Weimin again, Jiang Wen looked happy, "Mr. Lin, it's done! The investment is done. Mike helped me get Columbia's investment."

Lin Weimin nodded, his expression calm, "Mike called me and told me about it, let's have some tea first."

Jiang Wen sighed in his heart, it turns out that everything is under the control of Mr. Lin!
Several people sat drinking tea and chatting for a while, before Lin Weimin heard Jiang Wen talk about his experience of going to the United States to meet Michael Phillips.

Because of Lin Weimin's recommendation, Jiang Wen went to the United States and met Michael Phillips very smoothly. The first time we met and chatted, Kerr Phillips couldn't understand the Chinese script.

Jiang Wen could only tell him the story of "Fierce Animals" and his thoughts on the movie. Michael Phillips was confused and disappointed.

Then a few days later, Jiang Wen learned the lesson from the last meeting and specially prepared the storyboard he drew.

Jiang Wen has never studied art, and his split-shot drawings look like stick figures, but the pictures on paper are still more convincing than the translated words. Michael Phillips saw his talent in movies , decisively agreed to help him attract investment.

It took half a month before and after. Michael Phillips took him to meet with four or five Hollywood companies, and finally confirmed the investment in Columbia. At that time, there was still a small episode in the investment amount.

Jiang Wen was making a film for the first time, and he was afraid that the investment company would be unhappy if the figure he said was too large. After careful consideration, he said a figure of 50 meters.

In fact, in his mind, the budget for filming "Fierce Animals" is at least 100 million dollars.

But he is a chicken thief, you can't just come up and take off his pants to coax your girlfriend, right?You have to coax her to go home first, and then...

Anyway, don't worry about this.

But Jiang Wen didn't expect that after he finished talking to Michael Phillips, Michael Phillips looked at him in shock, "Are you kidding me? 50 meters?"

"Really! Teacher Lin, it's not an exaggeration. I was so stupid at the time! How can there be people in this world who think that they don't invest enough money?"

"Mike said, no, at least 200 million dollars, I have never produced a movie with such a low budget!"

"You are so right, Lao Mi is really a fool with a lot of money!"

Jiang Wen talked about his investment experience with a strange expression.

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "It's just a different exchange rate. Besides, Mike is quite well-known in Hollywood. If he only pays 50 yuan for supporting new directors, people might say that he is Rimu Xishan, and he won't be able to get any investment. Who will dare to ask him to save money in the future."

After hearing Lin Weimin's words, Jiang Wen immediately understood the twists and turns, "Your analysis is too correct."

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Wen's face hesitated, "Mr. Lin, did Mike tell you about that?"

"Did you tell me to be a film producer for you?"

Jiang Wen nodded, "Yes."

Lin Weimin pondered: "I may not be able to spare the time, besides, I have no experience in film production."

Jiang Wen hurriedly said: "Don't tell me! Mr. Lin, Mike can say that he doesn't trust anyone, but he trusts you. You also know that he is in the United States, and the time to come to China is limited. If my movie Without your help, I really have no idea, and Mike is not at ease!"

Wang Shuo also persuaded: "For the people, you help people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west. Jiang Wen'er's investment has been attracted, and the last trembling is missing."

Lin Weimin said helplessly: "I went there just to make a name, it's useless."

Seeing him let go, Jiang Wen was filled with joy, "It's enough to have a name, just a name. With your name, my film will be half finished."

Under the joint persuasion of Jiang Wen and Wang Shuo, Lin Weimin reluctantly agreed to the job.

Jiang Wen made a film for the first time, and won a 200 million-meter knife from Columbia Pictures, one of the six major Hollywood companies. With a gold-medal producer like Michael Phillips escorting him, it can be said that it was a good start.

Jiang Wen didn't expect to have such a rich production budget, so he asked Lin Weimin to revise the script.

Lin Weimin vetoed his suggestion without saying a word. This guy would be wasted if he had no money, let alone if he had money.

"You and Wang Shuo go back and seize the time to perfect it. Don't think about how to spend money. The budget will never be enough." Lin Weimin warned.

Jiang Wen was a little disappointed, he didn't expect to have his hands and feet tied up just after Lin Weimin was brought in as a producer.

A few days later, when Lin Weimin was at work, Yu Hua came to his office and slapped a stack of manuscript paper on Lin Weimin's desk.

"Ms. Lin, Wang Shuo has already taken royalties, and this time I also need royalties for the publication of my novel." Yu Hua said with a serious face.

"Then you have to go to the president to study it!" Lin Weimin pulled his hand away and picked up the manuscript.

Yu Hua changed his face, "Mr. Lin, you have to fight for our young people's rights!"

Lin Weimin said impatiently: "If you want royalties, you can talk to the club yourself. I haven't gotten royalties yet for my novel!"

"That club is too much. I have to complain to you later on."

Lin Weimin looked at him speechlessly. After finishing the novel, is it just so inflated?
After leaving the manuscript, Lin Weimin drove Yu Hua away, and then quietly admired the released manuscript.

The story of "To Live" is not complicated. It mainly tells the process of the prodigal son Fugui, the lone star of the gods, who killed his whole family.

just kidding.

The novel actually tells about the misfortunes and ups and downs that the protagonist Fugui suffered in his life during the rapid changes of the times. With a calm and restrained style of writing, he shows the meaning of life and the value of existence, and reveals the inevitability of fate. Unpredictable, and people's helplessness in the face of this situation.

Although he already knew the story of "To Live", Lin Weimin couldn't help but sigh after reading this novel.

Fugui is so miserable!
When your family is really bad luck for eight lifetimes.

Lin Weimin felt that Yu Hua had acquired his own [-]% power in healing readers.

After spending two days previewing it, Lin Weimin handed over the novel to his colleagues, and the review process should not be messed up.

In the next few days, Lin Weimin could hear exclamations from the editorial office from time to time.

"Fugui's father is dead!"

"The mother is dead too!"

"Oh, Jiazhen is dead too!"

"Why is Fengxia dead too?"

"Eh? Why did Youqing die too?"

"Erxi died too? Isn't that too much?"

"Those who ride horses, the root of bitterness is dead, what are you writing!"

Colleagues’ complaints are of course not because Yu Hua’s writing is not good, but because his writing is so good that the old editors who are used to the world can’t help but lose their composure after reading the novel.

"Weimin, who taught him to write this novel?" He Qizhi, who was in charge of the review, grabbed Lin Weimin and asked with his eyes fixed on him.

"I don't know." Lin Weimin looked away and changed the subject: "By the way, have you finished reading the novel? How is it written?"

He Qizhi hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Well written!"

"That's good! I've read all the manuscripts. Are the long-form manuscripts full in the next few months?"

"Well, it's all in December."

"Then put this novel in the first issue of next year!"

He Qizhi nodded, and was about to chat with Lin Weimin about novels when he ran into Yu Hua who had been wandering around for several days.

"Yu Hua, come here!"

After finally catching this kid, He Qizhi took him into the office. Everyone should understand his mental journey when he created the novel "To Live".

After more than an hour, Yu Hua managed to escape from the clutches of the editors and ran to Lin Weimin's office.

"Mr. Lin, I heard that you agreed to the publication of "To Live"?"

"Ah."

"The matter of the manuscript fee..." Yu Hua's eyes were full of expectation.

Lin Weimin pondered: "Thousand words forty!"

Yu Hua was overjoyed when he heard the words, 40 yuan for a thousand characters, which is the highest publishing fee at present.

"To Live" has more than 13 words, and the manuscript fee is more than 5000 yuan, which just makes up for the shortfall in buying a computer. This is not counting the manuscript fee for the future publication of the novel!

After finishing writing the novel and confirming to publish it, Yu Hua's purpose of coming to Yanjing this time can be regarded as a perfect achievement, and there is no reason to stay any longer.

Seeing his reluctance, Lin Weimin said, "Yimou will return to Yanjing in a few days, and he really likes your article "Mistakes by the River". If you are fine, you can wait a few days to chat with him."

"Mistakes by the River" is a novella written by Yu Hua while studying in the Faculty of Arts. Zhang Yimou mentioned this matter when chatting with Lin Weimin before.

Yu Hua's face burst into joy again, "That's great!"

I can stay in Yanjing for a few more days, it doesn't matter whether I change it or not.

Before the National Day, Zhang Yimou returned to Yanjing.

Throughout this year, he has been busy with the pre-production and filming of "Raise the Red Lantern". This novel is adapted from Tong Zhonggui's novella "Wives and Concubines", which was first introduced to him by Lin Weimin.

As the second film after "Red Sorghum", Zhang Yimou has devoted all his efforts to this film. After all, the light of "Red Sorghum" is so dazzling that he himself has no confidence in being able to replicate that success.

The constant consumption of time and energy barely made up for the uneasiness and apprehension in his heart.

In the past few days, the filming of "Raise the Red Lantern" has ended, and Zhang Yimou finally returned to Yanjing from Shanxi. Next, he will be busy with the post-production of "Raise the Red Lantern".

After returning to Yanjing and resting for two days, Zhang Yimou took time off to visit Lin Weimin's house. Lin Weimin called Yu Hua who had been waiting for several days.

"Don't you like his "Mistakes by the River" very much, just meet and chat."

Zhang Yimou was very happy to see Yu Hua, and took the initiative to chat with him. Hearing that Yu Hua had written a long novel in Beijing this time, Zhang Yimou asked curiously, "Can I read it?"

(End of this chapter)