1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 79

What can you think of when you mention Wanjiabao?
"Thunderstorm", "Sunrise", "The Wilderness", "People from Yanjing", "Wang Zhaojun"...

There is only one person in the history of modern Chinese drama who can stand side by side with him, the equally great Lao She.

Tang Yuqiu thinks that He De can be on a par with Mr. Wan?
"For the people, I appreciate your kindness. But for this preface, it is enough for Mr. Wan to do it for you."

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "Teacher Tang, I sincerely came to ask you for help. This is my first time publishing a book. As a teacher, you can't even help me with this little help?"

Tang Yuqiu knew that he was just an ordinary teacher. Although he was in charge of teaching students in the Institute of Literature and Literature, he was more engaged in management work.She has never written a novel and has no official status.

She was moved that Lin Weimin could think of her teacher at this time, which proved that he was a nostalgic and grateful person.

But the more Lin Weimin was like this, the less she wanted to take advantage of the students.

"For the people! Thank you, teacher, but I don't know anything about writing, and writing a preface for you would be a mess..."

Tang Yuqiu didn't finish her sentence, but Lin Weimin already understood what she meant, so he decided to use another method.

"Mr. Tang. Mr. Wan is my teacher, and you are my teacher too! Since I asked Mr. Wan for the preface, I can't favor one over the other, right?

How else would others see me?As for that one, Lin Weimin, the one who wrote "The Cliff" was a student taught by the Institute of Literature and Literature. After publishing the book, he asked Mr. Wan, a teacher picked up halfway, to write the preface, the teacher who led them in a serious manner, he didn't even read it. Look, it's snobby enough. "

When Lin Weimin said this, he looked bitter, "Teacher, you don't want your student to end up with such a reputation in the future, do you?"

Tang Yuqiu shook his head and smiled, "You're talking nonsense, how could it be as mysterious as what you said?"

"Teacher, don't underestimate Youyou's crowd. Just those people who have nothing to do, they can't arrange anything!"

Lin Weimin put on a sighing look, and glanced at Tang Yuqiu from time to time.

Tang Yuqiu was amused by his rascal appearance, "Okay, I got it. In order to fulfill your lofty image of a great Lin writer who is affectionate and righteous, I made this preface."

"Hey, that's right." The expression on Lin Weimin's face can make countless little fresh meats in the future feel ashamed. This is called acting with ease.

"You, you, you don't know when you'll change from this indecent look. You're already in your 20s." Tang Yuqiu reprimanded him.

"Teacher, I'm only twenty, you gave up the word 'more'."

"Go!" Tang Yuqiu's reading comprehension was a little crooked.

After chatting for a while, Lin Weimin stood up and said goodbye.

After he left, Tang Yuqiu stood at the door and watched his back.

"Okay, let's go back." The husband came over and said to her.

Tang Yuqiu turned around, her eyes flushed.

"I have been a teacher all my life, but today I feel that it is really worth it!"

Her husband gently held her in his arms, "It is your blessing to have such a student!"

A week later, Tan Chaoyang came to the editorial office and put the book in his hand on Lin Weimin's desk.

Looking at the big word "Cliff" on the cover, Lin Weimin stood up excitedly.

"Editor-in-chief, is the book out?"

"Look, it's fresh out of the oven, it's still hot!" the old comrade said with a smile.

Lin Weimin picked up the book with a grin, and the freshly printed book still exuded the fragrance of ink.

He opened the book, and the first two prefaces were written by Mr. Wan and Tang Yuqiu.

In the preface, Tang Yuqiu also specifically mentioned the story about how she helped Lin Weimin contact Mr. Wan as a mentor. Tan Chaoyang said at this time: "Your preface is well written by someone, and it completes a good story in the literary world!"

"Editor, are you exaggerating?"

Qin Chaoyang shook his head, "It's no exaggeration, I saw the inheritance in it."

Lin Weimin didn't know why, but was a little embarrassed to be praised by Tan Chaoyang.

He immediately began to reflect, this is not in line with my style!
Could it be that he really grew up?
According to the readers' feedback on the album during this period, the agency set a very bold number for the first print of "The Cliff", which is [-] copies.

Regardless of the fact that some books have sold millions of copies in recent years, but those books are either literary masterpieces with great influence, or literary works with strong popularity.

On the contrary, for contemporary writers who are active, the sales volume of their works usually starts at [-] copies, and [-] copies is already a very good result.

The agency has set a first printing volume of [-] copies for "The Cliff", which shows how optimistic they are about this novel.

When Tan Chaoyang told Lin Weimin the news, Lin Weimin felt nothing at all. What he got was the manuscript fee, not the royalties, and it didn't matter to him how much the novel sold.

There is no such thing as royalties these days, but the remuneration can still be determined according to the number of prints, which is called the remuneration for the number of prints.

"The Cliff" is Lin Weimin's first full-length novel, and he had no achievements before. He did not discuss these matters with the agency.

As long as the sales performance of "The Cliff" is outstanding, he will be qualified to fight for more benefits for himself in the future.

After Qin Chaoyang left, Wu Yang Wu Yang from the office clamored for Lin Weimin to treat him to dinner.

"Not today, I have an appointment to have dinner with friends, and I invite you to a restaurant at noon tomorrow."

Only then did everyone quiet down, still discussing the matter of Lin Weimin publishing a book.

Because Guowen Press itself is one of the best publishing organizations in China, its employees are talented and learned, and many of them are famous.

For example, Qin Chaoyang has been engaged in literary creation since his youth. Although he is not as famous as those familiar names, he is also a powerful writer recognized for the quality and dissemination of his works.

There are many editors and writers like Qin Chaoyang, such as Tu An, Wei Junyi and so on.

What makes Lin Weimin special among these people is his age, which is too young. Every time someone sees Lin Weimin and laughs and laughs all day long, it is always difficult to connect him with the works printed in type.

In the afternoon, Lin Weimin walked for a while. He rode a bicycle out of the Guowen Club. He did not lie to his colleagues. He did have an appointment today.

The person who invited him was Qu Xiaowei, and the hotel was fixed in Quanjude.

Entering the restaurant, Lin Weimin saw Qu Xiaowei standing at the table and waving at him.

"Come on, let me introduce you. This is my good brother, Lin Weimin, a rising star in the Chinese literary world."

Lin Weimin reappeared the physical discomfort that Tan Chaoyang felt when he praised him. Damn it, why is he so embarrassing now?Don't listen to other people's praise.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, let people see the joke." Lin Weimin waved his hand to stop Qu Xiaowei, he looked at the two young and beautiful girls at the table, and said to Qu Xiaowei: "I would like to introduce the two lesbians. "

(End of this chapter)