1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 578

Two days later, on the morning of the weekday, while Lin Weimin was working, Meng Weizai suddenly found the office.

"Why are you here?" Lin Weimin got up and poured a cup of tea for Meng Weizai, and pulled him to sit on the sofa.

"I have something to do with you."

Meng Weizai drank two sips of tea, and said seriously: "The winning works of the Yanbing Literature Award have been finalized!"

The third Yanbing Literary Award should have been presented in 88, but due to various reasons, it was postponed to this year. Meng Weizai is the new judge this year.

Lin Weimin raised his eyebrows lightly when he heard this, "I lost the election?"

Now that the award has been awarded, there is no need for Meng Weizai to make a trip in person.

Meng Weizai looked a little embarrassed, "Yes. Some of the judges suggested that you have won the Yanbing Literature Award for two consecutive years, and if you win the award again, you will win the third consecutive year, which will affect the fairness of the awards. What the judges mean is , this year the award will not be given to you, how about you to be a judge next time?"

"Is the jury discussing with me or notifying me?"

There was a bit of teasing in Lin Weimin's words, Meng Weizai said helplessly: "It's a discussion with you."

"What does it mean? If it is, then it is not..."

Meng Weizai said: "Ask the question knowingly, isn't it because I'm afraid you will cause trouble!"

"You are also one of the judges, so you can't help me fight for it?"

"I want to help you fight for it. I am a new judge. Besides, who made you win two consecutive awards? This award has been delayed for almost three years. Now seven award-winning works have been judged. If you are added, it will almost rot." The main street. And you had to quit the Cultural Association before, and now the retribution is coming?"

Lin Weimin ignored his words and asked, "Then tell me, who has won the award?"

Meng Weizai hesitated, and said: "You can't just talk nonsense."

"Are you still worried about my mouth?"

Meng Weizai's eyes revealed a word, you have no self-knowledge at all!
Under the urging of Lin Weimin's eyes, Zaicai Meng Wei talked about the proposed award-winning works and writers this year.

After listening to the list, Lin Weimin frowned and asked, "Didn't you say that there are many award-winning works? Why is Liu Feiyu's novel still in it? Isn't he a judge?"

Meng Weizai's face became embarrassing, "This... is really inappropriate. Originally, the shortlisted novels did not include him, but during the selection process, one judge proposed, and two judges seconded, the procedure stipulates that in this case can be selected."

"Then he won the award?" Lin Weimin sneered.

Meng Weizai was silent, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

This kind of situation belongs to being both a referee and an athlete. To paraphrase General Fan Da's words: I don't want my face!

"As soon as Balao abdicates, all kinds of monsters and monsters will appear!"

Balao was the director of the jury for the previous two Yanbing Literary Awards, but he withdrew from the jury this year due to health reasons.

Meng Weizai stood up a little annoyed, he was helpless to come today, he is a judge, and he has a close relationship with Lin Weimin, if he doesn't come, who will come for this errand?
"Old Meng, don't take it for granted that I speak badly!" Lin Weimin said.

Meng Weizai waved his hands with a serious face, "It's really not good to handle this matter, it's normal for you to complain."

After pacing around a few times, he asked again: "Then what's your opinion now? I have to bring back an attitude to the jury."

"A good award has turned into a gift, and two more rounds? Is it going to be divided into pork? What is such a jury going to do? Anyway, I definitely won't enter!

My work did not win the award, but I can accept the jury's reasons.

However, it is too much for Liu Feiyu's novel to win an award. If he is both an athlete and a referee, what is the credibility of the award?
The artistic value of his novel is lackluster. Not all novels praising Wei Guangzheng are good novels. That novel is not worthy of the Yanbing Literature Award, and cannot win the award! "

Meng Weizai looked at Lin Weimin, "What do you mean? You want to change the jury's decision?"

"Why can't you? Please send a message to the jury to keep me silent. It's very simple. Kick Liu Feiyu's novel from the award-winning works." Lin Weimin said firmly.

Meng Weizai persuaded: "Wei Min, I'm not talking to him, but your idea is probably not realistic, and it's too offensive!"

Lin Weimin shook his head, "I know that Liu Feiyu is senior and has been a judge for three times. His novel was published by our publishing house, but the publishing house didn't sign up for him. Isn't that enough to explain the problem? What are these people doing now? It is tantamount to ruining the painstaking efforts of Mr. Yan Bing and Balao!"

"His work has withdrawn from the judging committee after participating in the jury," said Meng Weizai.

"Is it important that he quit the jury? Why not categorically reject him when someone else nominates him, and then quit the jury?

The nomination of the work is passed, so you want to quit the judging committee?Also, he quit this year, not for life!
What's the meaning?Take everyone for fools? "

Lin Weimin spoke in an excited tone.

Liu Feiyu's operation was indeed a bit embarrassing.

The judges of the jury look up and see down. As long as a work is submitted, who would be embarrassed not to let him win an award?Don't we all have to adopt a cooperative attitude?
Meng Weizai reminded: "If you make such a request, people will say that you are avenging yourself! If you can't eat grapes, say grapes are sour!"

It is no secret that Lin Weimin and Liu Feiyu's Liangzi are in the domestic literary world. Many people know that Lin Weimin has never shown good looks in public.

Cheng Zaochun and others planned to be a peacemaker for the two of them before, but Lin Weimin rejected it very embarrassingly.

"Old Meng, you're wrong. I'm avenging myself! I've won too many awards, so I'm short of the Yanbing Literature Award?"

Seeing Lin Weimin's resolute attitude, Meng Weizai stopped trying to persuade him, "Then I'll go back and tell everyone."

"Don't tamper with my statement, tell the truth!" Lin Weimin urged.

Meng Weizai glared at him, "You are really not afraid of offending people!"

Lin Weimin showed disdain, "There are too many people who are in the same dust as the light, and I am not the only one. By the way, you reminded me, I have to call Balao."

"Don't make trouble, you boy!"

Lin Weimin said sarcastically: "Old Meng, do you think you have a guilty conscience? You also know that this matter is not handled properly."

"Hey! You kid can't understand my difficulties?"

"Understanding is understanding, but you can't stop me from talking!"

Meng Weizai waved his hand helplessly, "Forget it, I won't participate in the next session!"

He looked at Lin Weimin again, "You can call if you want, but let me remind you, if you do this, you are setting Balao on fire."

In fact, there is another situation that Meng Weizai did not mention. Ma Laqinfu, who is also a judge of the jury and secretary-general of the Yanbing Literature Award Organizing Committee, also has a work "The Boundless Grassland" that was included in the bibliography. Choose to take the initiative to withdraw the participating works and continue to serve as a judge.

This is to face.

Meng Weizai knew that talking about this situation would add fuel to the fire, so he might as well not say it.

Lin Weimin thought for a while, "Then don't call Balao for now. You take my words back to the jury. If they don't give a clear explanation on this matter, I will 'bomb the headquarters' later!"

Meng Weizai left the Guowen Society depressed.

After he left, Lin Weimin was also thinking.

He has won the Yanbing Literature Award twice in a row, and it is meaningless to win it again.

But he doesn't care, it doesn't mean others can mess around.

The quality of his novels is worthy of the awards. The jury thinks that he has won too many awards, and there are too many works for this year's awards. He can understand that he wants him to develop his style.

But the problem is, you let others carry forward your style on the front foot, and you look ugly to death on the back foot, which is unreasonable.

For this kind of shameless behavior, going back directly is the best choice.

Lin Weimin was worrying about lack of inspiration for his new novel, but this time the Yanbing Literature Award gave him some inspiration. He took a pen to write and draw on paper.

The collection of Jin Yong's works has entered the stage of typesetting. Tongwen News Agency now only has an editorial department, and Guowen News Agency is still responsible for the design of the cover and binding.

Li Xuegang came to communicate with Lin Weimin about the book cover and binding style. Guowenshe’s book cover and binding design have always been thick and simple. Lin Weimin felt that the style of Tongwenshe should be different from that of Guowenshe.

"Okay, then I'll talk to Teacher Ye again."

After Li Xuegang left, Lin Weimin continued to write in the office until he got off work.

The next day, Lin Weimin received a call from Mr. Chen when he was at work.

Mr. Chen is also a judge of this year's Yanbing Literature Award, and like Liu Feiyu, he is also a three-time veteran judge.

Meng Weizai went back yesterday and got angry with a group of judges in the jury. They used the excuse that he and Lin Weimin had a good relationship and forced him to communicate with Lin Weimin in advance.

But the judging committee's handling of this matter was really dishonest, and he was very embarrassing with Lin Weimin. Meng Weizai had no way to blame Lin Weimin, so he could only turn his anger on the judging committee.

Mr. Chen called Lin Weimin, still trying to persuade him to calm down.

Mr. Chen knew Lin Weimin when he was at the Institute of Literature and Literature. Over the years, he would meet Lin Weimin on some occasions every year, so he was an acquaintance.

After listening to Mr. Chen's persuasion on the phone, Lin Weimin said: "Since you have spoken, Mr. Chen, I will definitely save face. I only have one request. Liu Feiyu can win the award. Isn't he 'Gao Fengliang' withdrawn from this year's awards?" Then simply, withdraw from the Yanbing Literature Award from now on. What do you think?"

After listening to his words, Mr. Chen fell into silence. After a while, he said, "Weimin, why are you bothering?"

"Sir, do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

"What is the lie? What is the truth?"

"The lie is that the Yan Bing Literary Award was created according to Mr. Yan Bing's last wish. Balao, you and all the seniors have worked hard for this award. After two years of development, it has become the most credible literary award in China. and authoritative literary awards.

Now some people want to use the credibility and authority of this award for their own self-interest. This will not only damage the reputation of the Yanbing Literature Award, but also let Mr. Yanbing's spirit in heaven! "

"What about the truth?"

"The truth!" Lin Weimin smacked his lips, "I have a grudge against Liu Feiyu, I can't award him an award, let's see if he's upset!"

Mr. Chen asked: "Aren't you afraid that someone will say you are a villain?"

"It's better to be a frank villain than to be a gentle gentleman!"

Lin Weimin's words were so loud that Mr. Chen fell into silence again.

After a long time, his tired voice finally sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Why do I feel that your lies are more like the truth?"

Lin Weimin smiled, "Does it matter if it's true or false? After all, it's in other people's mouths. As for what I think, who cares?"

"For the people..." Mr. Chen's voice paused for a moment, "I'm not as good as you!"

　I have a fever.I went to the hospital a few days ago, and the examination revealed mechaitis. The doctor asked me if I had a fever, and I said no. I thought my symptoms were mild.

　　I'm sore and sick and update, isn't it worth a few monthly passes?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)