1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 81 Unsatisfactory

Seeing the little fat man's frown, the knife-faced face immediately frowned, "Wang Shuo, what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting. Didn't you ask if anyone saw it? Coincidentally, I just watched it." Wang Shuo looked at Dao Tiao'er with a playful face.

Obviously, the two of them knew each other. Not only did they know each other, but they also had some personal grievances.

Dao Tiao stared at Wang Shuo with a cold face for a few seconds, and then saw people gathering here in the distance.

"Success, I'll give you this face today. Let's go!"

As soon as he waved his hand, the people around him followed immediately, and even the one who was lying on the ground got up quickly.

Wang Shuo looked at the backs of this group of people and sneered, and cursed: "A group of sun thieves!"

Lin Weimin did not expect that the explosive scene would be resolved so dramatically, but now he is more concerned about the little fat man in front of him.

Before he could speak, figures slid around Lin Weimin and the others and stopped quickly, asking, "Master Shuo, what's the situation?"

Wang Shuo smiled smugly, "It's okay, it's all settled."

Several figures flew away again, and Wang Shuo turned to look at Lin Weimin and the others.

"Brother, thank you just now." Lin Weimin said.

"It's okay. I've seen that gang of sun thieves getting upset all day long in the ice rink, and they ruined all the good places!"

His speech full of sense of justice made Lin Weimin and the others feel good about him all of a sudden.

Lin Weimin recognized at a glance just now that this round-faced chubby man was Wang Shuo, who set off a frenzy in the literary world in the 90s and [-]s. Lin Weimin's most impression of him was in "Qiang Qiang Threesome". But the three views are still quite positive.

The second is those film and television works adapted from his novels, Feng Kuo's movies, Jiang Wen's movies, and those TV dramas with a Beijing flavor.

Lin Weimin doesn't know much about the influence of Wang Shuo's novels on the contemporary Chinese literary world, but when it comes to the influence of his novels on the Chinese film and television industry, Lin Weimin is very clear.

It is no exaggeration to say that he influenced an era.

"I still have to thank you for speaking out." Lin Weimin said enthusiastically, and he took another look at the backs of those who came to care and turned away just now, "And your brothers."

Wang Shuo smiled brightly, "Okay, you're welcome, you guys can play."

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave, but Lin Weimin stopped him, "Don't intervene. Let us express our thanks no matter what, let's have dinner together tonight."

Seeing his sincerity, Wang Shuo nodded and said, "Well, I'll listen to you."

After they exchanged their names, Wang Shuo asked curiously, "Are you Lin Weimin who wrote the novel?"

"it's me."

Wang Shuo nodded without changing his expression, "I know you."

The weather is short in winter, and it will be dark in a short while.

"Brother Wang, what would you like to eat tonight?" Lin Weimin asked.

"I'm free." Wang Shuo said casually.

Lin Weimin asked several people for their opinions, "How is Donglaishun? It's cold, let's eat some hot-boiled mutton."

Qu Xiaowei smiled and said, "That's a good idea."

Liu Haiyan and Ji Xiaofeng also nodded in agreement, and a group of people rode bicycles to Donglaishun.

Donglaishun is going to be a cold place, and the business is guaranteed to explode. Lin Weimin and the others waited for a table for half an hour at the place, and they finally had dinner.

Through chatting, Lin Weimin learned that Wang Shuo is now working as a salesperson in the drug wholesale store of Yanjing Pharmaceutical Company, and the most sold products are sugar, saline and glucose.

Wang Shuo was very dissatisfied with this job in words, and cursed with the strength of alcohol: "One day, he sells things that deceive the common people!"

Now Wang Shuo is a bit of an angry youth. Lin Weimin has seen many of his interviews and knows that he is a donkey.A person with such hypocrisy can hand over Wang Shuo because he understands what Wang Shuo is like.

Lin Weimin asked with a smile: "Then do you still write novels?"

Wang Shuo blushed and said, "Write it, why don't you write it? It's still a dream!"

He tried his best to face Lin Weimin squarely, "I never thought that I would run into such a writer as you when meddling in my business today. But let me tell you, your stuff is so ordinary."

The expressions of the other people around were a bit subtle, thinking that this person is too bad at talking, how could he say that in front of others?
Lin Weimin's face was calm and calm, "Oh, isn't there any merit in that?"

"Yes! Why not?" Wang Shuo's tongue was a little big, "The first advantage of your writing is smoothness. I don't think your writing is like writing, it seems to be output directly from your brain. It’s comfortable to look at. The second advantage is that the style is changeable, and you can write whatever you want.”

Lin Weimin laughed, "It seems that I'm not beyond hopeless."

Wang Shuo became more and more drunk. He waved his hand and said, "Well, you are much better than those people in the current literary world. What kind of old stories are you writing? If you want me to say, you should burn what they wrote. , there is still a face to show!"

Lin Weimin has seen the angry youth of these years.

In the past, when he was at the Institute of Literature and Literature, everyone would comment on many current issues, but it was the first time he encountered Wang Shuo's straightforward style.

This is probably what people are like.

Others don't know, but at least Lin Weimin appreciates his style.

Not for anything else, at least people are happy!
Wang Shuo's capacity for alcohol is not good, and he was already very drunk before drinking half a catty of wine. It seems that his capacity for alcohol is still not practiced.

Lin Weimin settled the bill and went out with everyone. Qu Xiaowei wanted to send Liu Haiyan to the guest house, but Lin Weimin said he had to send it back to Wang Shuo.

Qu Xiaowei pulled Lin Weimin and said, "Let me tell you what you want? You don't know anything!"

Lin Weimin retorted: "What do you mean I don't know anything. Then you come and send him, and I will send Ji Xiaofeng back."

Qu Xiaowei stopped talking, he couldn't do the thing of valuing friends over sex.

"Virtue! You're being good when you get a cheap price." Lin Weimin cursed, then put Wang Shuo on the back seat of the bicycle and left.

Qu Xiaowei smiled apologetically at Ji Xiaofeng, "Xiaofeng, let's go together."

Ji Xiaofeng said wisely: "No need, I'll go back by myself."

"That's not good..." Qu Xiaowei retreated under Ji Xiaofeng's gaze, and pulled Liu Haiyan away.

He approached Ji Xiaofeng today not only for the purpose of asking her to help accompany Liu Haiyan, but also because he wanted to match Lin Weimin.

It's a pity that Lin Weimin may not have grown up yet, and he doesn't seem to have that kind of thought in his mind.

Qu Xiaowei could only shake his head secretly.

Qu Xiaowei was feeling emotional when the bicycle ran over a rock, and Liu Haiyan, who was sitting in the back seat of him, screamed in fright, and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist.

Inexplicably, he thought of Lin Weimin again.

This person, he doesn't live up to himself, and no one can help him.

(End of this chapter)