1980 My literary era

"The director of Yanying Factory is on the same level as Teacher Lin. When he comes, he has to wait obediently for a toast."

Lin Weimin went to Han Shanping's box to toast. The banquet in the box here was not over yet. Lin Weimin left. Liu Yanming launched another attack on the others. After drinking a glass of wine with Haiyan, Liu Yanming suddenly sighed.

Haiyan smiled and said: "To borrow a sentence from Master Shuo, this Chinese cultural circle needs to be explored by Teacher Lin!"

Wang Shuo glared at Haiyan, "You can praise him as much as you want, why are you taking me with you?"

Feng Xiaogang also joked: "It's not just a flat trip. Teacher Lin is called domination. If you hang around in this circle and hug Teacher Lin's lap, you are on the plane. Look at Cheng Kaige, he was beaten by Zhang Yimou in the past few years. What kind of virtue has it been suppressed? Climb onto Teacher Lin’s high branch and watch "Farewell My Concubine" and soar directly from the spot!"

Feng Xiaogang's words were a bit taboo, but everyone present today was acquaintances, and no one would pass on his gossip. Instead, they sincerely recognized his words.

After Lin Weimin left just now, Feng Xiaogang told everyone that it was the CEOs of several publishing companies in Han Shanping's room who were coming to toast Teacher Lin. Teacher Lin gave Han Shan the face but went over to toast the people at the table.

Teacher Lin is talented, virtuous, and caring.

Everyone feels at ease working with such people.

Everyone was drinking and chatting. Not long after, Lin Weimin came back.

The banquet went on for a while. After three rounds of wine and five dishes, everyone left the box smelling of alcohol.

"Teacher Lin, I'll have someone take you back," Liu Yanming said.

Before Lin Weimin could speak, a young man suddenly appeared from the corner of the lobby, "Teacher Lin!"

Lin Weimin looked over and it looked familiar.

"Xiao...Yu?"

A bright smile appeared on Yu Dong's round face, "Teacher Lin, you have such a good memory! Our factory director asked me to help you drive."

"Where are you, the factory director?"

"He and some leaders are leaving first." Yu Dong replied and came forward: "Teacher Lin, I will help you."

Liu Yanming laughed and said, "This young man has great foresight and a bright future!"

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "No need."

He introduced casually: "This is Mr. Liu from Hairun Advertising, and this is Yu Yudong from Yan Film Studio."

Liu Yanming shook hands with Yu Dong in a dignified manner. Yu Dong was a little excited. Teacher Lin casually introduced that this might be his connection in the future!

"Mr. Liu, if it's too small, you don't need to give it away."

"Okay, then walk slowly."

The car set off. With the experience from last time, Yu Dong drove Lin Weimin to his doorstep with ease.

"Teacher Lin, please slow down."

Yu Dong got off the car and wanted to help Lin Weimin, but Lin Weimin rejected him.

It was a cold night in the middle of the night, and a gust of north wind blew by. Lin Weimin got out of the car and felt a little cold, so he tightened his clothes.

Xiaohan just passed yesterday, and Laba will be tomorrow tomorrow. The weather in Yanjing is getting colder day by day.

"It's cold, just drive my car home and deliver it to me tomorrow morning."

Lin Weimin made an explanation to Yu Dong.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin. It doesn't have to be so troublesome. I'll be there in a short walk."

"Goodbye. In this weather, if you walk outside for half an hour, you might catch a cold and feel uncomfortable for several days. Just bring me the car early tomorrow."

Lin Weimin nudged Yu Dong and said, "Get in the car."

Yu Dong couldn't refuse anymore, "Thank you, Teacher Lin. I will deliver the car to you at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Just before seven o'clock."

After thanking Lin Weimin again, Yu Dong drove away with a bit of emotion.

Yu Dong studied management at Yan Film and went to Yan Film Factory for an internship last year. He was highly appreciated by the leaders because he could drink and drive, so he was willing to take him with him wherever he went.

He graduated this year and was officially assigned to Yan Film Studio.

Unexpectedly, just a few days after joining the unit, the old factory manager Cheng Zhigu who admired him retired, and a younger factory manager Han came in. Yu Dong was heartbroken for several days.

Fortunately, Factory Director Han was a real person. Seeing that he was young and discerning, and that he could drink and drive, he still kept him by his side.

After these few months, Yu Dong has gradually become Han Shanping's confidant and a popular person in Yanying Factory. Everyone in the factory knows that Yanying's new recruit, Xiao Lian, is appreciated by the two factory directors.

It was already past ten thirty when he returned home.

Yu Dong's family lived in a large courtyard in a hutong, and his mother was still asleep when he came back.

"Didn't you drink?" Mother asked Yu Dong.

"How can you drink while driving!" Yu Dong replied.

"That's good, the rice is in the pot."

"No need. Mom, I'm going to bed first. I have to get up early tomorrow morning."

"Wash your feet before going to sleep!"

Yu Dong ignored his mother's words, closed the door, took off his clothes and went to bed. He was exhausted this day.

Early the next morning, Yu Dong was awakened by his mother's scolding voice.

"I don't know which Sangmen star is so wicked? If the car is in good condition, it has to park at the gate!"

He suddenly sat up from the bed and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"I don't know who parked the car at the gate, but the boss's car blocked the gate. I had to take a detour to pour the chamber pot in the public toilet, and I almost fell down."

His mother's voice was filled with resentment, but Yu Dong breathed a sigh of relief. It's okay, it's okay, the car is fine.

He stood up quickly, put on his clothes, splashed cold water on his face, and rushed out.

When he went to bed last night, he was still worried about the car parked outside.

"Hey, let's have some food before we go!"

"I have something to do in the morning, it's too late." Yu Dong replied and walked out the door without looking back.

When he came outside the courtyard gate, Yu Dong saw a group of little cubs surrounding the shiny black Mercedes-Benz, looking left and right, gesticulating.

There was a Mercedes-Benz parked at the entrance of the courtyard, which was a rare thing in a large courtyard.

It was still dark in the morning. As soon as the first person found out, the Mercedes-Benz at the door quickly attracted many little beans in the alley.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Yu Dong pulled the two little beans apart, got in the car and started the car.

It's cold now, so the car needs to be warmed up for a while to avoid damaging the engine. This is what his master taught him when he was learning to drive.

Yu Dong looked at his watch. It was only six o'clock. The car had been running for five minutes. Counting the traffic lights, it only took ten minutes to drive to Teacher Lin's house.

Six fifteen is not too late.

"Dang, Dang, Dang!" Someone knocked on the car window.

Yu Dong pressed down the car window, "What are you doing?"

The little Douding who knocked on the car window was a neighbor who lived next to their house. He asked enthusiastically: "Brother Dong, is this the car you bought?"

"What are you thinking, can I afford such a good car? This is the leader's car."

Little Douding looked into the car through the window, "Would you like me to come up and sit down?"

"No. If it's mine, you can come up, but not this. It's all made of real leather. I can't afford to pay for it if it's damaged."

Yu Dong's merciless refusal made Xiao Douding feel embarrassed and muttered: "Stingy!"

"Go to the other side!" Yu Dong scolded and rolled up the window.

More than ten minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz stopped at the door of Shizhu Xiaoyuan, and Yu Dong stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was Sister Qin. Yu Dong said, "Hello, I'm here to return the car to Teacher Lin."

"Oh, Teacher Lin told me last night, just give me the key."

Not seeing Lin Weimin, Yu Dong felt a little disappointed.

He handed the key to Sister Qin, "If you're busy, I'll leave first."

"Walk slowly!"

Sister Qin returned to the courtyard with the key. At this moment, the owner's family had not gotten up yet, and only the two of them were busy.

Nearly twenty minutes later, there was movement in the main room, the door was opened, and Lin Weimin came out and stretched.

"Teacher Lin, Xiao Yu is here to return the car. The keys are placed on the coffee table for you."

"knew."

Lin Weimin replied, and at this moment he felt a warm and soft touch on his legs.

When I looked down, I saw that it was Xiao Doubao who had just woken up. She was hugging Lin Weimin's thigh sleepily, "Dad, give me a hug!"

Lin Weimin leaned forward and held her in his arms. Xiao Doubao's head rested on his shoulder and his eyes narrowed again.

"Haven't you had enough sleep, Beanbao?"

Xiaodoubao didn't say anything and hummed a few times in his arms.

It took a while before he woke up, but he was crying and didn't speak.

"Speak nicely, what do you want to do?" Lin Weimin asked.

The little bean bag swayed to the sky and cried twice more. Unfortunately, it was thundering and there was no rain.

Tao Huimin came over with a rag doll and said, "If you want this, just talk."

Xiaodou Bao immediately beamed when he saw the rag doll. Lin Weimin said helplessly: "This child was quite talkative before. Why isn't he talkative now?"

"Children all have this stage, and they will be fine in a few months."

Putting down the bean buns and letting her play by herself, Lin Weimin went to wash up and then eat. Today was Laba, and Sister Qin specially cooked Laba porridge.

At around eight o'clock, Lin Weimin drove to the Chinese Literature Society.

As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, he saw Xiao Zhou with a happy face.

"Xiao Zhou, how was your blind date?" Lin Weimin asked in a joking tone.

The smile on Xiao Zhou's face turned shy, "Very good, very good."

"How good is it? Are you lucky?"

"What's wrong with that? She's a middle school teacher, well-educated, and fair-looking."

When Xiao Zhou talked about his blind date, the smile on his face showed a bit of sweetness.

"Congratulations. This time you have a house and a partner. When will you get your wedding candy?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

Xiao Zhou looked a little embarrassed, "Editor-in-Chief, you haven't even written your horoscope yet!"

"It's okay, take your time. With your conditions, are you afraid that you won't find a partner?" Lin Weimin said with a smile.

Even though Xiao Zhou is just the guard of the Chinese Literature Society, he has a serious establishment. The income of almost five hundred yuan a month is not high in the Chinese Literature Society, but it is considered a high income in Yanjing.

My parents are both factory workers, my two sisters are married, and I have a younger sister who is in school.

Some time ago, the houses were divided. Xiao Zhou's family has four people in the household register and successfully purchased a four-bedroom apartment of 100 square meters.

In fact, his parents and sister both live in the old house, and the family building of the Chinese Literature Society is equivalent to Xiao Zhou's wedding room.

Xiao Zhou is in good health, strong and has no bad habits.

With such conditions, in Yanjing's marriage market, they are always a hot commodity.

After chatting casually with Xiao Zhou, Lin Weimin went upstairs and entered the office.

Just as I was making a cup of tea, there was a knock on the office door.

The person who came in was Xiao Liu, "Editor-in-Chief, let me report to you about Tiantian Changting's work."

"sit down."

Xiao Liu first handed the documents he brought to Lin Weimin's desk and waited for him to open them before introducing them.

Tiantian Changting was established in June and has produced a total of three radio series in the past six months, namely "Cliff", "Alive" and "Dust Settled".

"Cliff" sold 52,600 sets, each set of tapes priced at 32 yuan, "Alive" sold 19,500 sets, each set of tapes priced at 16 yuan, "Dust Settled" sold 34,400 sets, each set of tapes priced at 16 yuan 48 yuan.

The three radio series brought a total revenue of 3.6464 million yuan to Tiantian Changting, and the net profit also reached 788,600 yuan.

“... Judging from the average monthly sales data, novels with spy and suspense themes such as "Cliff" and novels with relatively large reputations and wide audiences such as "Dust Settled" are more popular.

Our profit point for the three radio dramas will fluctuate to a certain extent, but it can basically be guaranteed to be below 5,000 sets. Next year, the production cost of our radio dramas will be further reduced, and there is still a lot of room for profit growth..."

Lin Weimin waved his hand after hearing this, "Radio dramas are only a subdivision of content dissemination. Judging from the current data, unless there is a hit work, its audience is far less than that of books and film and television dramas.

In addition to pursuing profits, the biggest role of radio dramas is to help us build a full copyright operation territory. Piracy is rampant now, and many vendors can even pirate the results of our hard work by ripping.

Our tape prices will be further reduced next year. Cultivating genuine listeners is more important than pursuing profits. Only by keeping those genuine listeners can this thing be done for a long time. "

Xiao Liu was a little disappointed when he heard that Lin Weimin said that he would lower the price of tapes. The lower price would be Tiantian Changting's profits.

But he has followed Lin Weimin for such a long time, and he also understands that what Lin Weimin cares about is not the gains and losses of a city or a place, but the market belonging to the Chinese Literature Society.

This market must be defended no matter what!