1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 642 Hit people with a rice knife, right?

It took a week to go to Italy to receive the award, and the grass and trees of the Guowen Society remained the same without any change.

The only change is that there is a young man in Uncle Zhai's reception room.

"Yo! Uncle Di, are you a newcomer?" Lin Weimin teased.

"Xiao Zhou, the newcomer, I'm going to retire in two months. I'll hand over the new force to him in the future." Uncle Zhai introduced it, and then said to Xiao Zhou: " Xiao Zhou, this is Mr. Lin Weimin, editor-in-chief of our Chinese Literature Society."

Xiao Zhou naturally knew Lin Weimin. Two days ago, CCTV also broadcast a feature film about Lin Weimin's overseas awards.

When I watch TV, I feel young. When I see a real person, I feel younger. I look like a college student.

Thinking about it, it is such a person who looks like a college student on the outside, but has successively won literary awards in many western developed countries such as the United States, France, and Italy.

On the other hand, because of being a soldier, I have been exposed to the wind and sun all year round, and my skin is dark and rough. From a distance, I look like I am in my 40s.

It's great to be a cultural person!
"Okay. Where is Xiao Zhou from?"

"Editor Lin, my family belongs to Yanjing and lives in Nancheng..."

Seeing Lin Weimin's questioning, Xiao Zhou didn't dare to be vague. This is the leader of the Guowen Society, and he immediately explained his personal information cleanly.

He is a veteran, and this time he was transferred to the Guowen Society as a security officer.

Well, Uncle Zhai also had such a name back then.

It's a pity that the years have passed, and the "security officer" has become a "beating the old man".

What a fucking life!
Lin Weimin seemed to see Xiao Zhou's life 30 years later, no, it was not as if, it was real. Uncle Zhai took a sip of tea leisurely.

"Okay, then, Mr. Zhai, you can take care of Xiao Zhou. I'll go upstairs first."

"Alright, you're busy."

Lin Weimin went upstairs, and Xiao Zhou's tone was adoring, "Master Zhai, you really know the leader very well!"

"That's it!" Uncle Zhai put the big tea mug on the table.

"When our editor-in-chief Lin joined the agency, he was much younger than you. He was just 20 years old, and now he is the editor-in-chief in his early thirties. Thinking about it, it is really enviable!
There are so many famous scholars in the Guowen Society, and the young people are suppressed one after another, but they suddenly emerge.

Speaking of which, he can be regarded as the young man I watched growing up! "

Facing the pure and somewhat adoring eyes of the young man, Uncle Zhai's spirit of "being a good teacher" was about to stir, and he was ready to tell Xiao Zhou about the days when he fought side by side with Director Lin.

When he came to the office, Lin Weimin greeted Cheng Zaochun first, and then went to work.

There are several manuscripts piled up in the office, including two manuscripts of the "Literary Masterpieces of World Literature".

Lin Weimin called Chen Jiangen, director of the Foreign Languages ​​Office, to the office and asked about the progress of the first volume of "French Literature Volume".

French literature plays an important role in the world literary world, and the "World Literary Masterpiece Library" plans to collect a total of 28 classic masterpieces of various types.

Among them are classics such as "Les Miserables", "Notre Dame de Paris", "The Red and Black", "The Count of Monte Cristo", "Eugenie Grandet & Old Man Goriot" and so on. Years", "Selected Poems of Hugo", "Pastoral Trilogy", "Selected Comedies of Molière" and so on are rarely spread, and even the best works that have not been introduced in China.

For many classic works that were disseminated earlier, the Guowen Society uses everyone's classic translations, such as "Eugène Grandet & Old Man Goriot" translated by Mr. Fu Lei, and "The Count of Monte Cristo" translated by Mr. Jiang Xuemo.

These translations have passed the test of time and have proved the trustworthiness of their translations. It is thankless to bother with translation. You only need to work hard on the two processes of proofreading and proofreading, which saves you worry and effort.

What really worries the Foreign Languages ​​Office are those masterpieces that are less popular. Some of these masterpieces have no translations at all, or the quality of the translations is not up to standard.

After a busy period of time, only 4 works are still in the translation and editing stage, and the remaining 24 works have entered the review and proofreading stage respectively.

"We have been staring at the translations of the last four works. At the latest by the end of this month, the manuscripts will be delivered. We strive to print them in mid-September."

From March to September, exactly half a year, the speed of completing the "French Literature Volume" is not too slow. After all, there are 28 classic works. Normally, this is almost the workload of the foreign language department for nearly a year.

Lin Weimin usually reminds everyone to return, but he also understands everyone's hard work.

"Everyone has worked hard during this time. Now there are less than 20 days until the end of the month. If we work harder, the manuscript will be handed in at the end of the month. I will treat everyone to dinner."

Chen Jiangen was delighted. Editor-in-Chief Lin was usually strict at work, but he was very easy-going and generous in private, which was well-known in the agency.

When he was in charge of "Contemporary", the editors of "Contemporary" almost ate all the major restaurants in Yanjing.

"With your words, everyone must be very motivated!"

After seeing off Chen Jiangen, the director of the foreign language room, Lin Weimin called the director of the ancient language room.

"World Literary Masterpieces Library" collects Eastern and Western masterpieces, of which ancient Chinese literature accounts for nearly one-fifth of the content, but because they are all ready-made public editions, it is not difficult to edit and review.

The director of the Ancient Literature Office reported that it would be ready to go to press after October. Lin Weimin was in a good mood. The Chinese and French volumes were at the bottom. Even if the foundation of the "World Literature Classics Library" was established, it would not be a waste of the money and energy that the Guowen Society spent in the past half a year. .

You know, in the past six months, the National Literature Society has spent nearly 10 yuan just to purchase funds from library libraries in various countries.

Now that the library project has taken shape, Lin Weimin can at least keep up with his colleagues in the agency.

Earlier remarks such as "extremely happy" and "greedy for merit" will also be self-defeating.

The next day, Lin Weimin was at work when Cheng Zaochun suddenly called him and asked him to go to the office.

As soon as Lin Weimin entered, he saw three strange faces sitting in Cheng Zaochun's office, and Cheng Zaochun had a happy expression on his face.

"Come, come, Mr. Lin, let me introduce you. This is the editor-in-chief of our Chinese Literature Society, Comrade Lin Weimin, a famous domestic writer."

Cheng Zaochun enthusiastically introduced Lin Weimin to the three, and then said to Lin Weimin, "Weimin, this is Mr. Lin Chunhui from Wandao Guangfu Bookstore. These two are his assistants."

"Mr. Lin, I have admired you for a long time! A few days ago, I was still following the news that you won the Strega Literary Award in Italy. I didn't expect to see a real person today. Many people on our island are proud of you. You are all of us in China. The pride of man!" Lin Chunhui complimented Lin Weimin warmly while holding Lin Weimin's hand.

"Boss Lin, you're too polite. We can't write two characters of Lin in one stroke. Not only are we both Chinese, but we were one family 500 years ago!" Lin Weimin responded with a smile.

After exchanging pleasantries, Lin Chunhui didn't use Cheng Zaochun to speak, and explained to Lin Weimin why he came.

"I had dinner with Boss Guo of Xindi Literature last month, and I heard that your company is planning to publish a book that reflects the essence of literature from all over the world.

Guowenshe is really worthy of being a first-class publishing house in China, and it is a big deal when it makes a move. Even I, who has been working for many years, can't help but yearn for it.

I came to Yanjing this time just to communicate with your company and see if it is possible to introduce this set of "World Literature Classics Library" to our Bay Island. "

The "boss Guo" Lin Chunhui refers to refers to Guo Feng. Both of them run publishing houses, so it is reasonable to communicate with each other.

The last time Guo Feng and Xu Feng came to talk to Lin Weimin about "Farewell My Concubine", it happened that Lin Weimin was busy with the preparations for "World Literary Masterpiece Library" at that time, and this topic was often brought up during the chat.

Guo Feng is a ghostly businessman, and he is well aware of the big money of "World Literary Classics Library", but he also knows that the profits of this kind of big money are far less than a few more bestsellers.

Even if he knew the news, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Lin Chunhui, on the other hand, is a traditional publisher. When he heard about the series of "World Literature Classics Library", he immediately showed a strong interest.

Guo Feng was also happy to be a favor, and helped thread the needle.

After talking about the ins and outs of the matter, Lin Weimin smiled happily.

This is the beneficiary who came to the door, and he can't let it go.

"Boss Lin, your approval proves the correctness of our launch of this project. To be honest, after nearly half a year of editing and reviewing the <French Literature Volume> and <Chinese Literature Volume> of the "World Literary Masterpiece Library" will be published in these two To be printed within a month."

Lin Chunhui was overjoyed when he heard the words, "This is really great!"

He winked at the assistant next to him, and without hesitation, the assistant put the black suitcase he had been carrying on the coffee table, and the assistant gently opened the suitcase.

Several stacks of green rice knives lay quietly in the suitcase, Cheng Zaochun's eyes widened, even Lin Weimin was a little surprised.

Hit people with a rice knife, right?

I like!
"Here is 8 meters, which is my deposit. In the future, I will pay another 8 meters in two installments, for a total of 16 meters. I will buy out your company's "World Literary Classics Library" for the exclusive publication of Wandao Quan. What do President Cheng and Editor-in-Chief Lin think?"

Old Cheng was used to hard times, and when he suddenly saw the half box of rice knives lying neatly there, his heart almost skipped a beat.

Before the library was published, there was a Bay Island publisher paying such a high price to import it. This is foreign exchange earning through export!
The Guowen Society is really going to release a satellite of David!
16 meters, according to this year's rice knife to RMB exchange rate of 1:8.7, this is a full nearly 140 million.

The point is that this is just someone's introduction fee. Could it be said that the publishers of Bay Island make money!

Cheng Zaochun's head was full of random thoughts, and he didn't even bother to answer Lin Chunhui's question.

It was Lin Weimin who saw that he didn't respond, so he said calmly: "Boss Lin is so kind, our Guowen Society naturally welcomes it. It is also an honor for our Guowen Society to cooperate with Guangfu Bookstore."

It was only at this time that Cheng Zaochun came to his senses, and quickly put aside the messy thoughts in his head, with a worthless smile on his face.

"Boss Lin has extraordinary skills and excellent taste. Our set of "World Literary Classics Library" is the first of its kind in China's publishing industry. If we want to introduce it to Bay Island, it will definitely become a sought-after bibliography for readers on the island."

"Haha! President Cheng Cheng's auspicious words." Lin Chunhui said boldly.

"For the sake of the people, hurry up and ask someone to book a restaurant. I will be the host in the evening, and invite Boss Lin to taste our Yanjing specialties."

Lin Weimin glanced at Cheng Zaochun in surprise, the iron cock plucks its hair!

But it's normal to think about it. Lin Chunhui sent 10,000+ rice knives as soon as he came. Even with the miser's personality of Lao Cheng, he had to bleed some blood.

(End of this chapter)