1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 561 What's wrong with the physical examination?

After returning from the office, Lin Weimin followed closely and entered Cheng Zaochun's office.

"What about Lao Cheng? I'm too embarrassed to talk about it!" Lin Weimin said.

Cheng Zaochun glanced at him, "You don't need to say it, I'll tell him."

"Can you convince him?" Lin Weimin looked skeptical.

Cheng Zaochun felt underestimated by Lin Weimin, and snorted coldly, "I'm a president and editor-in-chief, don't I have some face?"

Lin Weimin felt that Cheng Zaochun might have been stimulated by the leader.

Old Cheng, you are a little blindly confident in yourself now!

"All right, all you have to do is say it yourself."

Lin Weimin was about to leave after talking about it, but Cheng Zaochun called him back, "Weimin, wait a minute."

"Is there anything else?" Lin Weimin stopped.

Cheng Zaochun asked him to sit down, with a smile on his face, "I have something nice to tell you!"

Lin Weimin was curious, he went to the office to find trouble with the leader, is there any good thing?

Facing his curious gaze, Cheng Zaochun showed a bit of color, "You, with a leader like me, you are really a high fragrance for eight lifetimes."

Lin Weimin stood up, "It's okay, I'm leaving!"

Did I sit down to hear you brag about yourself?
"Hey, don't worry!" Cheng Zaochun grabbed him.

Lin Weimin said impatiently, "Are you busy? I'm busy there!"

Cheng Zaochun gritted his teeth, who is the leader?Reverse Tiangang!

If it wasn't for the Xiangjiang Sanlian, Cheng Zaochun would have yelled at him a long time ago.

Hold back, you must hold back, if you can't bear it a little, you will make a big mess!

He forcefully forced a smile, "Weimin, it's been more than two years since I was promoted as deputy editor-in-chief?"

Lin Weimin's face changed when he heard the words, and he smiled brightly, "Isn't it! It's been three years now!"

Cheng Zaochun nodded, and sighed, "It's been such a long time, and you're over thirty, right?"

"Well, it's 31."

"I have done a good job in the past two years, the work achievements are obvious to all, and my colleagues are also well-known!"

Lin Weimin became excited when he heard the words, is this going to give him a promotion?

Deputy editor-in-chief, then promoted to editor-in-chief, the old lady Wei was at this level back then, recalling the majesty of the old lady back then, Lin Weimin couldn't help but be fascinated.

Although he didn't hesitate to refuse Pan Yaoming's olive branch, he had no resistance to Cheng Zaochun's intentions.

Guowen Society, this is where Mr. Lin spends his youth.

Besides, although the two look similar.

But Guowenshe, with the word "National" hanging on it, has an extraordinary political status and influence.

In domestic literary circles, it is often ridiculed as "Royal Publishing House", which can be seen from this title.

Becoming the highest |leader of the editorial department in the agency is also a reward and report on his work achievements over the years.

When Lin Weimin was thinking about it, Cheng Zaochun said, "The agency intends to add more burdens to you. I have reported this matter to the leader, and the leader has no objection."

Lin Weimin said happily: "Really? Did you tell the leader just now? I didn't see it. The leader has a cold face and a warm heart."

Cheng Zaochun spat hard in his heart, he forgot when he was fooling around with people in the office just now, didn't he?

Dog temper!
"Old Zhou will retire after the new year..."

Before Cheng Zaochun could finish his sentence, Lin Weimin, who was happy just now, immediately changed his face.

"What do you mean? Let me do Lao Zhou's work?"

Zhou Zhaoyun is the vice-president in charge of book distribution of the Guowen Society, and his work achievements are hard to describe.

Especially in the past two years, the market has been sluggish, and his work has been criticized by his colleagues in the agency.

Besides, distribution work sometimes requires traveling all over the country. Lin Weimin immediately expressed his reluctance when he heard what Cheng Zaochun said.

Cheng Zaochun said angrily, "I'm going to pick and choose for you to be promoted!"

"What's the difference between the deputy director and the deputy editor-in-chief? I don't want to do two jobs for the same salary!"

Cheng Zaochun pointed at him angrily, "You still have to pick and choose when doing work? The leader is right, you really don't have any organization or discipline!"

Seeing Cheng Zaochun's angry face, Lin Weimin softened his tone a bit, "Leader, I'm not picky. You know me well, I like to be an editor, and the vice president has so much administrative work..."

"Is there less administrative work in your editorial department?"

"Can it be the same? How much work does our editorial department do? Anyway, I like to be an editor, or you can ask me to edit more books."

Lin Weimin felt that he shouldn't refute the leader's face too much. After all, he wanted to add burden to him, so he had a good heart.

Cheng Zaochun was just trying to test Lin Weimin just now. When the vice president retired, it would be good for Lin Weimin to occupy this position first. In a year or two, he would be promoted to editor-in-chief, and then he would take down the position of president. Just like him now, justified and reasonable!
It's a pity, this dog doesn't know good people.

Cheng Zaochun also sighed again, I don't even know my son so damn well.

He knew that Lin Weimin would most likely reject the position of vice president, so he proposed to the leader the position of editor-in-chief.

Cheng Zaochun didn't say a word, and stared at Lin Weimin with a serious face. After a while, he sighed helplessly: "Okay, then go to compile the book, and the position of editor-in-chief will be given to you."

Lin Weimin's face was slightly surprised when he heard this, and then he flashed a bit of joy, and then showed a bit of worry. His face-changing speed was comparable to that of Zhou Xingxing in "The King of Comedy", which belonged to his ancestral unique skill.

"Leader, what's wrong with the physical examination?"

One sentence made Neng Cheng Zaochun furious, and he couldn't find another person in the Guowen Society.

Cheng Zaochun was furious, pointed at the door of the office, "Get out!"

Lin Weimin didn't care, "Look at you, you let me be the editor-in-chief, I'm not worried about your health!"

Cheng Zaochun restrained himself for a long time, and finally managed to suppress his anger, "Xiangjiang Sanlian Bookstore has looked for you, right?"

Lin Weimin was a little surprised, "Leader, are you well-informed?"

"Stop laughing at me! Why don't you tell me this kind of thing? Do you want to run over?"

"Look at what you said. I am a person cultivated by our Guowen Society. I have a red heart towards the sun and absolutely no second thoughts. As soon as the other side told me, I immediately refused without hesitation."

When Lin Weimin spoke, he held his head high and held his chest high. If it was in the war years, he would go to the execution ground in shackles without blinking an eye.

Cheng Zaochun didn't believe it, and asked, "Then how did the phone call from Xiangjiang get to the leader?"

"Call the leader?" Lin Weimin was surprised again, "I don't know! When Pan Yaoming approached me, I refused on the spot."

Lin Weimin thought for a while, and said frightenedly: "Probably because he is thirsty for talents, he is too optimistic about me!"

Although he didn't want to admit it, Cheng Zaochun thought about it, and the possibility seemed very high.

"All right, all right!" He waved his hand and said, "Is there any objection to the editor-in-chief position? No objection, it's settled like this!"

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Thank you, leader, for your appreciation. Without your cultivation, Xiaolin, I..."

"Got it!" Cheng Zaochun interrupted Lin Weimin's hypocritical pledge of loyalty with a face full of disgust.

"Leader, after I become the editor-in-chief, "Contemporary"..."

Before Lin Weimin finished speaking, Cheng Zaochun said impatiently: "You are the editor-in-chief, don't worry about one publication, start from the overall situation of the agency, can you have a little perspective? Besides, can you give your subordinates A little room for development?"

"I'm asking who will take over from me!" Lin Weimin really wanted to ask if he could continue to work in "Contemporary", but Cheng Zaochun vetoed it, and he immediately changed his tune.

"Who do you prefer?" Cheng Zaochun asked.

Lin Weimin hesitated for a moment, and said, "Congratulations, old man!"

Cheng Zaochun nodded and said, "Lao He has enough ability and qualifications. This deputy editor has been working for many years, so it's time for him to be rehabilitated."

After finishing speaking, he confessed: "Don't say anything about this matter, and we will talk about it after it is confirmed in the next year!"

Lin Weimin gave him a look, "Don't worry!"

Cheng Zaochun looked into his eyes, the more worried he became, Lin Weimin said firmly, "I promise!"

Cheng Zaochun shook his hand, "Okay, that's it, let's go."

Pushing Lin Weimin out of the office, he walked to the door of the office and suddenly turned around and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Cheng Zaochun couldn't hold back his anger, grabbed a book on the table and tried to throw it away, scaring Lin Weimin and running away.

After Lin Weimin ran away with his head in his arms, Cheng Zaochun smiled helplessly and shook his head.

This muddy boy, I really don't know when he will mature a bit!
After a while, he thought about what he promised to the leader, and called the Shaanxi Cultural Association.

After waiting for a while, the phone was picked up.

"Hello, Comrade Faithful, I am Cheng Zaochun!"

Cheng Zhongshi did not expect to receive a call from Cheng Zaochun.

He posted several works in the Guowen Society, but the editors of "Contemporary" were the ones he had the most contact with. Cheng Zaochun, the president, had only met once during the "White Deer Plain" work seminar.

He held the phone receiver and listened for a while, and after Cheng Zaochun finished explaining the situation, he fell silent.

Cheng Zaochun naturally heard his voice of protest from the silent silence.

"Comrade Faithful, this call should have been made to you by Weimin.

But he was also very annoyed because of the reason why your novel was banned, so he took me to the office today to ask the leader for an explanation, and the quarrel with the leader was not very pleasant.

I know how much he loves you fellow writers, and I think you should know that too.

To tell you the truth, I came up with the idea of ​​deleting and revising the novel.

Now the issue of pornographic S and F activities is no longer mentioned above, but it is still not allowed to be printed, and there are many scruples.

For the people, he has good intentions to protect you, but I don’t want him to offend people too much. He is about to mention the editor-in-chief, and he has too much trouble with the leadership. It will not be easy to carry out work in the future, right? "

Cheng Zaochun moved out of Lin Weimin and Cheng Zhongshi could no longer remain silent, especially when he heard that Lin Weimin had found the top leader of the Publishing Department for the novel, which moved Cheng Zhongshi and was also full of guilt.

President Cheng said that Weimin was about to be promoted to editor-in-chief, and at this juncture, his bright future should not be delayed because of his affairs.

"President Cheng, this matter has made you embarrassed. But..."

Cheng Zaochun's heart skipped a beat when he heard this "but", thinking that Cheng Zhongshi would continue to be stubborn, but fortunately he said next: ""White Deer Plain" is my painstaking work, if I am asked to delete it, I am afraid that I will feel bad. Hesitating, looking forward and backward will actually waste time. In my opinion, this matter should be entrusted to a few editorial comrades in the editorial department of "Contemporary". Just take a look."

Cheng Zaochun breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and said gratefully: "Comrade loyal, thank you for your understanding."

"President Cheng, don't say that. In the final analysis, this matter started because of "White Deer Plain". I heard some rumors in Shaanxi, and I know the work you have done. I should thank you."

Having said that, Cheng Zhongshi said in a humble tone, "There is just one thing..."

"You said."

"In the future, if there is a suitable opportunity, can the complete version of this novel be published?"

Cheng Zaochun felt sore, and blurted out: "No problem! I assure you, as long as there is a suitable opportunity, this novel will definitely be shown in full version. And, this time won't be too long!"

With his promise, Cheng Zhongshi felt a lot more at ease, "Thank you!"

Putting down the phone, Cheng Zaochun sighed helplessly.

(End of this chapter)