1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 96 Advanced experience of decades ahead
"Before, I introduced the girl from the old family to Weimin. Guess what this kid said to me? He said that rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests!
Hey!Thinking about it now, something is really wrong with this kid! "

Rong Shihui sighed in disbelief, and didn't notice that several other colleagues kept giving him winks.

It was too late when he noticed it, and when he turned his head, he saw Lin Weimin's Sima-like face.

It's over, I'm stuck in a corner.

Rong Shihui smiled at Lin Weimin in embarrassment, and wanted to explain a few words, but he didn't want Lin Weimin to turn around and leave the office with a face of grief and indignation.

well!This is a mess!

"Leader, tell me! Tell me! After all, it is a national-level publishing organization. Now it is a mess, what is it like?"

Lin Weimin blocked Meng Weizai in the office, and spoke heartbrokenly.

"Yes, yes, it's really outrageous!"

Lin Weimin and Xiang Lin complained like Mrs. Lin, how dare the old comrade say a word, and kept echoing him, for fear that if he didn't say that well, he would hurt the most potential emerging writer in the agency.

"The club must pay attention to this matter. My novel was submitted to their "People's Literature" for the sake of my colleagues. Now not only is the publication of the novel a problem, even I personally have been subjected to such vicious insults.

Director, you have to stand up for me, Mr. Wei... The editor-in-chief, you speak the most powerfully, so you have to help me. "

Lin Weimin made his own appeal.

Meng Weizai felt helpless, he really didn't know where this evil wind came from, it was indeed a bit too much, how could he arrange his colleagues like this?

"Don't worry. They are all from my own family. If the novel is okay, it will definitely be published. Don't worry about the rumors. It may be that someone who has read the manuscript loves the characters too much and puts the enthusiasm for the characters on This is what happened to you.”

I have to say that the way leaders comfort people is always strategic.

For a moment, Lin Weimin felt as if he had really been comforted.

But if you think about it carefully, it's not right, then I have to thank the person who made my rumors?
Meng Weizai looked at his watch pretendingly, "Well, for the people, look, I have to go to a meeting outside later, so I won't tell you."

After speaking, he carried the bag and walked out.

Lin Weimin walked out of the office, full of melancholy.

My name forever!

Back in the office, Yao Shuzhi took the rare initiative to open up the letters from readers, which comforted Lin Weimin a little.

It is estimated that he was caught gossiping behind his back and felt guilty.

One by one, what about intellectuals?

Can't keep up with that good old lady!

He let go of the boredom in his heart and resumed his work.

Many of these letters were accumulated years ago, and the pile was like a hill. Lin Weimin picked up a handful and put them on the table.

Familiar with opening, reading, and replying to letters...

The work was boring until Lin Weimin saw a familiar name again.

Yo, little comrades have contributed again.

Lin Weimin opened the submission letter, and Yu Hua did not resubmit as he said in the last letter, but wrote a new work.

"Well, there is progress."

This is Lin Weimin's reaction after reading Yu Hua's latest submission.

Is this genius?

Even though the last submission was still a mess, the submission this time has become more presentable. He just commented on Yu Hua once before.

Lin Weimin lamented Yu Hua's super talent in writing, and began to think about Yu Hua's contribution.

This time it is still a short story, titled "Star".

In terms of writing and narrative, Yu Hua's work is still immature compared with other works published in "Contemporary".

But the frightening thing is his speed of progress and talent. Lin Weimin was thinking in his heart, if he was called to Yanjing to revise the manuscript, would it be possible to accelerate his growth.

Thinking of this, Lin Weimin took the submission letter and knocked on Tan Chaoyang's office door.

"For the people!"

"Editor-in-Chief, I want you to read this submission letter."

Qin Chaoyang accepted the submission and asked, "Is there anything special?"

Usually such submissions are registered by Lin Weimin, Yao Shuzhi and others for the first review and then distributed to the old editors of the editorial department. They will make a second review to see if they can be handed over to the editor-in-chief for final review. Lin Weimin's practice today is a special case.

"I think this author has great potential. If his work is possible, I hope to ask him to come to Yanjing to revise the manuscript."

When Qin Chaoyang heard what Lin Weimin said, his expression became serious, "You sit down first, and I'll take a look before we talk."

After waiting for more than 20 minutes, Tan Chaoyang raised his eyes from the manuscript, thought for a moment and said: "The writing is indeed a bit aura, but it is still a bit immature!"

Lin Weimin nodded, "There are indeed deficiencies, but this is also a valuable point. You haven't read the manuscript he submitted before. In just over a month, the progress has been very great."

"Oh?"

Tan Chaoyang pondered, tapping his fingers on the table non-stop.

"Okay, since you are optimistic, then call this author over and revise the manuscript!"

Qin Chaoyang said with a final word.

Lin Weimin said happily: "Thank you editor-in-chief!"

Lin Weimin understood that based solely on Yu Hua's current level, he would still be a little short of going to Beijing to revise the draft. The reason why Tan Chaoyang agreed was entirely out of his face.

Back in the office, Lin Weimin looked happy, which made Yao Shuzhi puzzled. Just now, he was full of bitterness and hatred. Why did the rain pass and the sky clear up in such a short time?

Lin Weimin wrote a letter inviting Yu Hua to come to Beijing to revise the manuscript with enthusiasm, and couldn't wait to post it to the mailbox of the unit.

The letters sent and received by the Guowen Society are calculated in three or four digits every day, and the utilization rate of mailboxes is very high.

Back in the office again, he took a sip of tea with a relaxed expression, which made his colleagues very puzzled.

Yu Hua's contribution letter finally made Lin Weimin's gloomy mood a little better. It's still good to work without thinking about being rumored.

In the communication room in the front building, from time to time there were calls from various radio stations to send money, and Lin Weimin's mood became beautiful again.

On the last day of the first lunar month, Lin Weimin put down the phone in the reception room again and began to calculate the harvest of this month.

Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station's broadcast of "The Cliff" ended three days ago. During this month, Lin Weimin received a total of 126 calls from all over the country requesting to broadcast "The Cliff".

These calls were first contacted by Liaodong Radio Station, and after learning about the agreement between the radio station and Lin Weimin, they took the initiative to call Lin Weimin.

At the beginning, a phone call cost 50 yuan, but as more and more calls came from radio stations, many of them were municipal radio stations, and even factory-run radio stations, with limited funds, and always cried poor on the phone. The standard of manuscript fees has been lowered and lowered again and again.

After one month, Lin Weimin received a total of 3860 yuan in royalties through the broadcast of the novel "The Cliff".

Counting the initial 50 yuan from Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station, Lin Weimin earned 3910 yuan from the novel broadcasting this month.

Is this the so-called IP development of later generations?
Leading decades of advanced experience ah!
(End of this chapter)