1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 94

It has been five days since "The Cliff" was broadcast on Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station. During these five days, Lin Weimin could clearly feel that the words "Cliff" were heard more and more around him.

Even CCTV's first domestic feature-length TV series "18 Years of Enemy Camp" cannot steal its limelight. It's not that the quality of "Cliff" is really much better than "18 Years of Enemy Camp".

In fact, the difference between the two communication media is too large. One is that there are only a few million TV sets in the country, and the other is that there are tens of millions of radio sets in the country. There is no comparison.

After these few days of fermentation, the popularity of "The Cliff" has been completely raised.

The Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station called Lin Weimin to ask for his opinion, and the Yanjing People's Broadcasting Station also wanted to broadcast "The Cliff".

Liaodong Radio Station also realized the reason why Lin Weimin and them made a gentleman's agreement in the first place. They were guarding against this kind of thing, so they could only call to consult Lin Weimin's opinion.

Lin Weimin really didn't expect "The Cliff" to become popular in this way, but fortunately he stayed behind.

So his reply to Liaodong Radio Station was that Yanjing People's Broadcasting Station could choose to re-record the broadcast program or simply use Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station's programs, but the premise was that he had to pay him the same manuscript fee as Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station.

A fee of 50 yuan is a drizzle for any provincial-level radio station. Although Lin Weimin's method has no precedent, who made his works popular now?

After some communication, Yanjing People's Broadcasting Station agreed to his request.

There is no need to re-record the program, just use the programs already recorded by Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station. This is what everyone does these days, and it is nothing more than spending tens of dollars more in manuscript fees.

Yanjing People's Broadcasting Station's broadcast application was like a signal. From this day on, Lin Weimin could receive calls from radio stations all over the country from time to time.

Everyone has the same purpose and asked to play "The Cliff".

Lin Weimin spread his hands, handed over 50 yuan, and played whatever he wanted.

As for how these stations talked with Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station, he didn't care.

Anyway, as long as you want to broadcast "The Cliff", the manuscript fee can't be less.

After tossing around like this until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, calls from all over the country kept coming. Judging from this situation, he might have to collect the manuscript fee for a while.

After Lin Weimin answered another phone call, humming a little tune, he walked into the editorial office of "People's Literature".

"Hey, Weimin, come to the front building to pick up money again?" Lin Weimin was ridiculed by everyone as soon as he entered the editorial department.

"The Cliff" has become an entertainment activity for many people at night since it started broadcasting on the first day of the Lunar New Year. These days, Lin Weimin has received several calls requesting to broadcast "The Cliff" almost every day. Everyone knows the few words he made on the phone He had an agreement with Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station at that time.

Whenever any radio station wants to broadcast "The Cliff", it must pay him a manuscript fee.

This boy Lin Weimin has made a lot of money!

There has been an uproar in the club these days.

"Picking up money" is what people jokingly call. Lin Weimin gets 50 yuan every day when he comes to the front building to answer the phone. Isn't he just here to pick up money?
"Hey, Mr. Tu, you really know how to joke." Lin Weimin joked with everyone, and walked to Xie Mingqing's desk, "Mr. Xie, how do you like my manuscript?"

Xie Mingqing raised his head from the pile of papers, "Manuscript?"

"It's with the editor-in-chief."

Lin Weimin asked: "Do you always have any opinions?"

Xie Mingqing had a look of deep thought on his face, "Well..."

"Don't hide it from me." Lin Weimin saw that there was something wrong!
He spent a week writing the manuscript of "Farewell My Concubine" before Chinese New Year, and handed over the manuscript to Xie Mingqing as soon as the Baguo Literature Society went to work on the New Year's Day.

He is now a member of "Contemporary", so it is impossible to publish articles in "Contemporary".

"People's Literature" and "Contemporary" both belong to the Guowen Society, and their status is half a level higher than "Contemporary". It is natural to submit the manuscript here, and he is also familiar with the old editor Xie Mingqing.

As a result, it has been a week since the manuscripts were brought in, and Xie Mingqing has not received any feedback at all.

Logically speaking, it shouldn’t be like this. The front building and the back building are not far from each other. Whether the novel is accepted or rejected, or needs to be revised, it is very convenient to let me know.

So today after Lin Weimin finished answering the phone, he ran to the editorial department along the way, wanting to find out what the status of the manuscript is now.

Xie Mingqing twitched and asked Lin Weimin to sit beside him. The colleagues around him all had weird expressions on their faces.

"Weimin, how did you come up with this manuscript?"

"I don't think much about it, I just write when I feel inspired." Lin Weimin said casually.

Seeing that he didn't understand what he meant, Xie Mingqing said again: "This Cheng Dieyi and Duan Xiaolou..."

Lin Weimin seems to understand that in the 80s, Cheng Dieyi's orientation was indeed a big problem.

He looked around at the expressions of everyone around, and the manuscript should be stuck in this place.

"Mr. Xie, I am the first to think of you, People's Literature, for this manuscript. Our ideas should not be too rigid."

"What do you mean by being too rigid? Obviously, your novel is too out of line, okay? This man is like..."

"Just tell me how the manuscript is!" Lin Weimin didn't give him a chance to find fault.

Xie Mingqing hesitated for a moment, "Yes, yes, that is..."

"Then stop it. We are a literary magazine, not Mr. Morality. Besides, why do you say that Cheng Dieyi is a man, I think she is a woman."

Xie Mingqing was a little troubled by Lin Weimin's nonsense, "Don't give me this, you boy. There is no problem with the quality of the manuscript. I have finished the review and handed it over to the editor-in-chief. Now I will wait for the editor-in-chief's news."

"How long has it been since you handed it in?"

"Three days."

Lin Weimin had a toothache, it must be stuck there, otherwise it would be impossible for him to have no feedback for three days.

"Lao Zhang is blocking me!" He became stubborn again.

Xie Mingqing glared, "It's not big or small, what an old chapter."

"What's the matter, he blocked me and didn't allow me to say it? If your "People's Literature" can't be published, you can return the manuscript to me, and I will send it to "Harvest"."

Xie Mingqing became anxious when he heard it, "What nonsense! You kid is lending money to the enemy!"

Lin Weimin said this just to see Lao Xie jumping, "You don't publish it for me, and you don't allow me to submit to other places? Then give me a letter, can you publish it?"

Old Xie said helplessly: "Is this what I can say?"

"My manuscript is for you."

"Why do you want to blackmail me, kid?" Xie Mingqing was annoyed by his stupefied energy.

"Then I don't care. The manuscript is handed over to you, and you have to be responsible, otherwise I will submit to "Harvest"."

Xie Mingqing was completely speechless by this kid, why didn't he see his stunned personality before?

He was about to say a few more words to Lin Weimin when he heard someone say at the door of the office: "Who wants to submit the manuscript to "Harvest"?"

(End of this chapter)