1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 74 Appeared in Lao Mi's Magazine
The reason why Lin Weimin didn't even pay back the price was not because the owner called the price too high. No matter how high the price is, as long as it's worth the money.

The problem is that the location of this house in Caishikou is too bad, it is nearly twenty miles away from Chaonei Street, it is too far, and it is inconvenient to go to work.

He came to see the house, mainly to understand the current housing market in Yanjing.

On the way back, he chatted with Aunt Li and Shi Tiesheng. The house cost 6000 yuan, which was too expensive, and 4000 to [-] yuan was about the same.

Lin Weimin thought about it in his mind. If the same area and layout were placed in Dongcheng and Xicheng, I am afraid that it would not be possible without 6000 yuan.

He only has 5000 yuan in his hand now, as he expected, if he wants to buy a satisfactory courtyard house, this amount is still not enough.

Just take it as a long time coming.

After sending Shi Tiesheng home, it was past six o'clock in the evening when Lin Weimin returned to the Guowen Society.

As soon as he entered, Zheng Guo from 302 knocked on the door, "Weimin, a foreigner is looking for you during the day."

"foreigner?"

Mark Meng's face immediately appeared in Lin Weimin's mind, "What's his name? Did he say anything?"

"He said his Chinese name, Ma Kemeng, and said that there is news about the manuscript."

Lin Weimin's eyes lit up immediately.

"Weimin, where did you submit the manuscript?" Zheng Guo asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it's just a short story." Lin Weimin didn't tell Zheng Guo the details.

After work the next day, Lin Weimin rode his bike to Yan Dashao Garden in the cold wind, and found Ma Kemeng's dormitory.

"Old horse!"

"For the people!"

Mark dreamed that he gave Lin Weimin a hug, "Where have you been all this time? I went to the Institute of Literature to find you, and they told me that you had graduated. Fortunately, I met your former teacher, and she told me you went to The National Literature Publishing House is working."

"Our class is a short-term training class. After graduation, I will work in the "Contemporary" magazine." Lin Weimin explained.

Ma Kemeng nodded slightly, and then showed an excited expression, "Did you know? Your manuscript has been published!"

"The "Ellery Quinn Journal of Reasoning" is really accepted?"

"Of course. It's true. They've sent a check for $2460."

Cheque?Lao Mi really played well.

"The 2460 meter knife is already the manuscript fee after tax. I have gone to Citibank to exchange the money into RMB, and the total is 3690 yuan."

This year, rice knives are exchanged for renminbi at a ratio of 1:1.5. If you go to the black market to exchange, you will naturally get more renminbi, but what Ma Kemeng got is a check. As a foreigner, he does not know a hawker who pours foreign exchange, so he can only exchange it at a bank.

Ma Kemeng directly took out several wads of money, and now he is using the third set of RMB, with a maximum denomination of 10 yuan, commonly known as Great Unity.

The four stacks of Great Unity were placed on the table, which was the largest sum of money Lin Weimin had ever received.

However, he did not forget the agreement with Ma Kemeng, counted 1230 yuan from the four stacks of money, and handed it to Ma Kemeng.

Lin Weimin himself left 2460 yuan.

"Thank you."

"This is what you deserve."

Lin Weimin and Mark Meng looked at each other and smiled.

"Let's go, treat you to a meal." Lin Weimin pulled Ma Kemeng to have a meal, and then stopped when he thought of something, "Call everyone together, and I invite you to Quanjude."

Lin Weimin was talking about the foreign students he and Mark Meng knew together.

After this incident, Lin Weimin deeply understood a truth. These days, foreigners are very rare in China, and they are scarce resources. It is definitely beneficial to have a good relationship with them.

Ma Kemeng went to call people happily, and when they were all together, a group of people rode bicycles to Quanjude mightily.

Today's Quanjude is still a relatively luxurious consumption for ordinary people, but at any rate it is not to the extent that later generations will directly slaughter tourists.

When the others heard that the novel that Lin Weimin told them during that exchange had been published in the largest reasoning magazine in the United States, "Ellery Quinn's Mystery Journal" with the help of Mark Meng, they were all surprised. .

"Lin, when did this happen? Why didn't the two of you talk about it?" Yin Geli asked.

"It's just an attempt, and Lao Ma and I didn't expect that people would really use our manuscript."

Little Black Yoko stared at her cute big eyes and sighed: "Hey! It's really amazing. Lin Jun is a Chinese writer, but he published his work in the largest reasoning magazine in the United States."

Mark dreamed proudly: "This is called culture without borders!"

Lin Weimin gave him a thumbs up, "Lao Ma has improved a lot in Chinese now."

"Lin Jun, you are really amazing!"

Little Black Yoko expressed her admiration for Lin Weimin with starry eyes, which greatly satisfied his psychology.

"I'm reading Lin Jun's latest novel "The Cliff" right now. It's really well written."

Lin Weimin's smile froze, the little devil in the novel is the big villain, girl, isn't your expression inappropriate?
The 80s was the honeymoon period between Nihong and China. There are many pro-China factions in Nihong, especially those who can come to China to study, and they all recognize the past period.

"Can you understand?" Lin Weimin asked.

"It's okay. Although there are some places that I don't understand, it doesn't hinder reading. It's all written by Lin Jun."

Lin Weimin seriously doubted whether Sakura Sister was deliberately feeding herself with ecstasy soup, but it didn't seem to do her any good.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but take a look at himself. The guy is 1.8 meters tall, and everyone praises him for his good looks and talents.

There seems to be nothing wrong with Sakura girl being so obsessed with herself.

"Yoko, you really have sharp eyes."

"Smart eyes like torches? What kind of eyes are they? Does it mean big?" Little Black Yoko asked naively and ignorantly.

Sorry, I overestimated you!
A group of six people ate three roast ducks and three dishes, and walked out of Quanjude with round stomachs.

"Roast duck is really the most delicious food in the world. I can't get enough of it no matter how many times I eat it." Cao Mengde from Austria sighed.

"I think it's more delicious to burst the belly." Ma Kemeng said.

Lin Weimin did not expect that Ma Kemeng, an old rice, would have such a high degree of recognition for Baodu, but thinking about it, he can go to China to study in this era, and he is a proper internationalist fighter.

"Next time, I'll invite you to eat belly fat!"

"NoNoNo! We are friends. If you invite me this time, I will invite you next time." Ma Kemeng said boldly.

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "That's right, that's right, Lao Ma looks more and more like a Chinese now!"

Several people around laughed, everyone got on their bicycles, talked and laughed all the way on the bicycles, not afraid of the severe cold and cold wind in winter.

　In the evening, I received a temporary notice from the editor that in order to avoid the risk of review and harmony, the names of the characters and institutions in the book will be revised.It was changed to two o'clock in the middle of the night, and the change was finally completed. From now on, the name of the person and the name of the organization will be based on the new one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)