1980 My literary era

The U.S. publication of "Farewell My Concubine" was successfully negotiated with the joint efforts of the Chinese Literature Society and the WS department. The manuscript fee was settled at a lump sum of US$15,000 via international wire transfer.

In just two days, Lin Weimin received a huge royalties of 15,000 yuan.

Lin Weimin was not happy about receiving the royalties.

The royalties are in foreign currency. Private holdings of foreign exchange are not allowed in China at this time. If he wants to withdraw the royalties, he can only convert them into RMB.

One is the official exchange rate of one point to a few, and the other is the private exchange rate of one to eight. Thinking about the difference in price, Lin Weimin shivered with distress.

This time Lin Weimin planned to do it.

He came to Yan Wenjing's office and sat down with a sad look on his face.

"Didn't you just receive the royalties? Why did you do this for me?"

Lin Weimin glanced at Yan Wenjing and said, "Leader, I can't withdraw this money!"

"Why can't it be taken out?"

"It has to be converted into RMB."

Yan Wenjing immediately understood what Lin Weimin meant, "What do you want to do?"

Lin Weimin came over with a flattering look on his face, "Let's discuss it with you. Can you see if my money can be exchanged for foreign exchange coupons?"

"Don't you have a few foreign friends?"

Lin Weimin said: "If you find someone to do this privately, and the amount is so large, isn't that taking a risk? I'm thinking of asking you to help me make a report. I am earning foreign exchange for the country at least, and we don't go too far. Let's use this money Just exchange it into foreign exchange coupons.”

"I still have some legal awareness."

"What you said makes it sound like I am breaking the law. I am a soldier under your command. With more than 10,000 yuan in foreign exchange, I have earned one hundred thousandth of the foreign exchange for our country, right? There is no credit for it. Hard work..."

Yan Wenjing waved his hand, interrupting his fuss, "Okay, I got it."

Lin Weimin was overjoyed, "Thank you, leader! Thank you!"

"Let's think about generating more foreign exchange for the country in the future." Yan Wenjing joked.

"That is required!"

Lin Weimin walked out of Yan Wenjing's office with brisk steps.

Two days later, Lin Weimin received the largest royalties in his life - 22,500 yuan in foreign exchange coupons - in Yan Wenjing's office.

The denomination of the foreign exchange coupons is 10 yuan. There are more than 20 stacks on the desk, which is still very shocking.

After signing and depositing, Lin Weimin received more than 20,000 yuan in foreign exchange coupons.

"This is a special case. Let me warn you, reselling foreign exchange certificates is against the law. You kid, please take it easy." Yan Wenjing warned.

Of course he knew that Lin Weimin wanted to convert foreign exchange into foreign exchange coupons because he did not want to suffer losses. He probably planned to resell these foreign exchange coupons and make a fortune.

"Leader, who do you think I am? I want to exchange for foreign exchange certificates simply because I don't want to suffer a loss. I'm not short of money, so it would be great to keep these foreign exchange certificates."

Yan Wenjing then smiled and said, "I guess you know the basics."

"I'm going to find two people to accompany you to get off work later."

"That's not the case. Others don't know what's in my bag."

Lin Weimin went to Yan Wenjing's office empty-handed, and when he came back he had a black briefcase, which immediately aroused the curiosity of his office colleagues.

In the past two days, "Farewell My Concubine" was published in the United States. The news that Lin Weimin received a sky-high royalties of 15,000 yuan has spread in the Chinese Literature Society, and it is also spreading to various units in Yanjing City.

Lin Weimin knew that he couldn't hide the fact that he asked the president, Yan Wenjing, to exchange the royalties into foreign exchange coupons.

So when everyone asked, he told the truth, "I converted all the royalties into foreign exchange coupons, and the president typed the report for me."

Everyone's eyes widened, "All changed?"

"Yeah, everything has been changed."

He Qizhi asked: "What is the ratio of exchange of rice knives for foreign exchange coupons?"

"1.5."

"That's twenty-two thousand and five thousand?"

Hiss~

Everyone gasped.

Looking at Lin Weimin's ordinary black briefcase, his eyes were full of shock and fear.

More than 20,000 foreign exchange coupons, this has exceeded everyone's imagination. Their first reaction was not even jealousy and greed, but fear.

"For the people, we will take you home after get off work later." Zhu Changsheng said suddenly.

Lin Weimin waved his hand, "Everyone, calm down, there's no need."

Rong Shihui said: "It is very necessary. Just listen to us on this matter. This is more than 20,000 yuan in foreign exchange coupons!"

Everyone looked extremely serious, as if they were facing some life-or-death matter.

Lin Weimin suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, but at the same time, there was a bit of warmth in his heart.

After get off work hours, on the streets of Yanjing.

A Yamaha 125 is riding in the middle, surrounded by seven or eight bicycles, and the motorcycles are surrounded in the center, as if the county magistrate is out on the street, and he needs to splash water on the street.

Lin Weimin was riding a motorcycle and was surrounded by his colleagues' bicycles. The motorcycle could only move at a constant speed of ten kilometers per hour. Countless people on the street cast strange and curious looks at their team.

His shame is about to explode!

This is even more terrifying than social death!

"I'm telling you, the criminal didn't have any thoughts about me at first, but now he has some thoughts after being messed with like this by you!" Lin Weimin said with a bitter smile.

"We call it caution. Hurry in and save your money."

"Okay, I'll go in first."

Lin Weimin walked into the People's Bank carrying his briefcase.

The domestic bank safe deposit box business has been around since the Republic of China. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, with the advancement of the GM business, the safe deposit box business lost its market. In 1958, it was all merged into the People's Bank of China. By 1960, under the supervision of the judicial department, all unclaimed safe deposit boxes were broken and turned over to the national treasury, and the rental safe deposit box business was completely ended in China.

Then in the past two years, China has implemented reform and opening up, and the People's Bank of China has once again opened its safe deposit box business.

Lin Weimin went into the bank and explained the purpose of his visit. He wanted to open a safe deposit box to deposit something, and asked what he wanted to deposit. When the bank staff heard that he wanted to deposit more than 20,000 yuan in foreign exchange certificates, he called the top manager of the bank.

Two or three bank leaders, together with four or five security personnel, surrounded Lin Weimin. He once again enjoyed the treatment he had just received on the street.

Lin Weimin took out the certificate issued to him by Yan Wenjing and explained the situation for a long time before he explained the situation clearly.

After figuring out the origin of Lin Weimin's more than 20,000 yuan in foreign exchange coupons, which were royalties from the publication of his novels abroad, people in the circle couldn't help but respect Lin Weimin.

These are talents who earn foreign exchange for the country!

Besides, if someone’s work can be published in the United States, how big of a writer must he be!

"I'm so sorry, Writer Lin." He held Lin Weimin's hand and said apologetically.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. You are also responsible. You all understand."

After completing the procedures, Lin Weimin deposited 20,000 yuan of foreign exchange coupons into the safe deposit box, leaving 2,500 yuan of foreign exchange coupons for emergencies.

After Lin Weimin left, the bank leaders and security guards still gathered together. The mental impact that Lin Weimin and his huge royalties brought to everyone needed to be resolved through gossip.

On June 22, starting from 5 pm, the front door of the Capital Theater became lively. In the past, the front door of the Capital Theater was deserted at this time, and it would not gradually become popular until after 6:30.

At the front entrance of the theater, there is a large poster with the images of the leading actors and the performance information of "Farewell My Concubine" printed on it.

Lin Weimin arrived relatively late, at almost half past six. When he was waiting for someone at the door, he was stopped by a young man with a deer-headed head and a rat-like eyes.

"Dude, do you want a ticket?"

"What ticket?" Lin Weimin was stunned for a moment.

The young man came over and whispered: "Tickets for "Farewell My Concubine"."

Lin Weimin was surprised, "Do you have one? Didn't you say that it's hard to get tickets for the premiere?"

"Of course I can't get tickets for the first show, but I have tickets for the subsequent shows! How about that?"

"How much?"

"It depends on which seat you want tickets for!"

The young man said and took out a few tickets from his pocket, "Look, the seats are in different positions, and the prices are naturally different. Look at the tickets in the front rows, they cost 20 yuan each, and the ones on the second floor are different from those in the front row. Almost. It gets cheaper after that, 10 yuan, 5 yuan, 2 yuan..."

Lin Weimin chuckled and asked, "You're a bit shady. The cheapest ticket at Renjia's is 60 cents, but it starts at 2 yuan at your place."

There was a bit of pride on the young man's face, "Then you have to be able to buy it! I'm not fooling you, it's just this show..."

The young man pointed to the poster at the entrance of the theater, "That was written by the great writer Lin Weimin. Do you know Lin Weimin? Mr. Wan's closed disciple, this old man has only accepted such a disciple in his life. The scripts were all written by Renyi. I don’t know if you have read the novel, but it has sold millions of copies. I’m not bragging, except for those classics by domestic and foreign famous writers, no other book has sold so many copies in the past two years!”

When the young man said this, he covered his mouth and leaned into Lin Weimin's ear, "There is one more thing, please don't tell anyone else!"

Lin Weimin listened quietly. He lowered his voice, but said in an exaggerated tone: "My Farewell My Concubine has been published in the United States to make money, and the royalties earned are all foreign exchange, tsk tsk tsk..."

The young man said with an envious look on his face, "Tell me, for such a writer and such a work, I want you to pay 2 yuan for a ticket. Is it expensive?"

Lin Weimin nodded, "Not expensive!"

The young man was overjoyed and said, "Would you like two?"

Lin Weimin took out a ticket for the premiere from his pocket and shook it, "It's a pity, I can't use it."

Only then did the young man realize that he had been cheated, and glared at Lin Weimin fiercely, "Why are you causing trouble if you have a ticket!"

Lin Weimin gritted his teeth in amusement, if it weren't for the fact that you talk so well, I would have found someone to favor you.

The young man failed to make any business, so he ran to the side to continue soliciting customers.

Lin Weimin squatted on the side of the road and observed, and the young man didn't stop anyone. He was engaged in a speculative business, so he had to be cautious, and the only people he stopped were young people like Lin Weimin.

Generally, people like them watch dramas just to fall in love. This kind of people are best killed.

Lin Weimin felt a little happy inexplicably as he watched the young man carefully soliciting business and talking to others. The young man over there also noticed his idle behavior, and was shocked by the sight. He subconsciously looked around, wondering if someone from the industrial and commercial and public security departments were here to arrest him?

After being nervous for a long time, except for the audience who entered the venue, everything was calm and it was a false alarm.

The young man was upset and was about to come up to chat with Lin Weimin when he saw a strong man waving to Lin Weimin not far away.

"For the people!"

Lin Weimin stood up and said, "Brother Zilong, why did you come here?"

"The bus is a bit slow!"

"The show is about to start, let's get in quickly."

"Hurry, hurry!" Jiang Zilong looked anxious.

He came all the way from Tianjin to Yanjing to watch the premiere of "Farewell My Concubine", and the tickets were all managed through the Tianjin Cultural Association.

The two of them walked up the steps together.

The young man with a deer head and rat eyes looked at Lin Weimin's back and sneered: "Weimin? Do you deserve this name?"

"Teacher Lin! Teacher Lin!"

A middle-aged man hurriedly passed the young man and ran quickly towards Lin Weimin in front.

Lin Weimin turned his head and said in surprise: "Teacher Ni? What a coincidence!"

"What a coincidence. Let's go in together!"

Several people entered the Capital Theater chatting and laughing.

The young man with the deer-headed eyes was stunned, "Lin...Lin Weimin? So young?"

Sorry, I failed in primary school mathematics and embarrassed the teacher. I have corrected it.