1980 My literary era

Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station's plan to broadcast "Cliff" will not be of much help to Lin Weimin from a purely economic point of view. Unless the subsequent novel's broadcast becomes a hit, he can sell some of the broadcast rights of the novel.

After discussing the matter with Liu Baoxiang, he stopped caring.

Seeing that the New Year's Eve is getting closer and closer, the city of Yanjing is gradually getting into a New Year's atmosphere.

Lin Weimin had only experienced this kind of festive atmosphere when he was a child, and he never felt that way again when he grew up.

On this day, Qu Xiaowei came to Lin Weimin's dormitory, looking very arrogant, and it seemed that he had some kind of agreement with Comrade Liu Haiyan.

"Okay, hold your chin back before it falls." Lin Weimin said sarcastically.

Qu Xiaowei sneered and said in a sarcastic tone: "Do you know how to use a hammer with your wooden head?"

Lin Weimin sneered in his heart, I don't understand? Your father and I are the man who wants to build a big harem.

"Haiyan said she will come to Yanjing after graduation." Qu Xiaowei said happily.

Lin Weimin struck back: "Do you think your company is owned by your family? You can go wherever you want?"

He really doesn't like this long-distance relationship.

In later generations, transportation and information are so developed, long-distance relationships are all about breaking up, but under the current conditions, Lin Weimin is skeptical about whether they can stay together for a long time.

"You know Hammer, Haiyan and I are true love."

Lin Weimin could only shake his head, another Zhizang who was blinded by love.

Do you really think true love is invincible?

"By the way, have you contacted Ji Xiaofeng?" Qu Xiaowei asked.

"No ah."

"Why don't you contact her? Don't you know where she works?"

"Why should I contact her? I have such a busy day!"

Qu Xiaowei looked at Lin Weimin as if he were looking at a staff. With this kind of virtue, he would never feel wronged by being a bachelor for the rest of his life.

"I told you, aren't you interested in women?" Qu Xiaowei couldn't help but ask.

Lin Weimin stared, "What do you mean? You can doubt your father's character, but you can't doubt your father's orientation!"

"You are a turtle grandson, you should let Lao Jiao take care of your shoe soles so that you can remember them for a long time." Qu Xiaowei scolded.

After scolding each other for a few times, the two finally calmed down. Lin Weimin asked, "Are you serious about anything?"

"Yes, why not? Let's go and have a look at your small courtyard. Just from what you said, I haven't seen it yet!"

"Fine."

Lin Weimin was preparing to leave with Qu Xiaowei when someone unexpectedly came to visit him.

"Hey, Shuozi, why are you here?"

"I have nothing to do at work, so I wanted to chat with you." Wang Shuo said.

Seeing Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei dressed neatly, he asked, "Are you going out?"

Qu Xiaowei said: "We bought a yard in Shichahai for the people. I haven't been there yet, but I plan to go and have a look. Let's go, let's go together?"

When Wang Shuo heard this, he immediately became interested, "Let's go then!"

A few people got on their bicycles and arrived near Shichahai in a short time.

Wang Shuo counted the houses nearby and said, "It's a good place to choose for the people. In the early years, the people who lived there were all rich and noble families."

"He's a bastard! Spending 5,000 yuan to buy a house here is not as good as visiting a building."

"You know nothing! Siheyuan is life."

Wang Shuo smiled and said, "I think Weimin is right."

Several people chatted and laughed as they came to the entrance of the small courtyard. Wang Shuo sighed at the antique hanging flower door: "This house looks really nice."

"It's better inside." Lin Weimin pushed the door open and entered.

As the New Year approaches, the project in Lin Weimin's courtyard is nearing completion. Everything that can be done is almost done, and the rest will have to wait until next spring.

From the outside, the small courtyard looks the same as before, but when you enter the house, you find something different.

There used to be many rooms in the courtyard. Except for a kitchen, the rest were rooms that could be occupied by people. It looked like there were many rooms, but it lacked a bit of life interest.

Lin Weimin now spends a lot of time dividing each room into different functions. There are only two bedrooms that can be occupied by people.

"For the people, I think this is too wasteful, right?" Qu Xiaowei said.

People's housing conditions are not that good these days. Most families can't even afford a house for one person, let alone a courtyard like Lin Weimin's.

"I live alone, why do I need so many rooms? Even if I get married in the future, how many people can I have at home?"

Qu Xiaowei couldn't refute Lin Weimin for a while. He could only retort dryly: "You deserve to be a bachelor for the rest of your life!"

"Your uncle!"

Regardless of what he said, Lin Weimin could still see the envy of Qu Xiaowei and Wang Shuo in their eyes.

"You bastard, you are so cruel. This is five thousand yuan!"

Qu Xiaowei looked around and finally said something through gritted teeth.

"Look at your ugly face of hating rich people!" Lin Weimin said proudly.

Wang Shuo said quietly: "These days, being a writer is really profitable!"

Qu Xiaowei's face showed some annoyance, "If I had known earlier, I should have worked harder."

Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "Don't. Sometimes, the harder you work, the harder it will be!"

Qu Xiaowei looked at his triumphant expression and wished he could go up and give him a big dick.

"A treat! You must treat me! Otherwise, I won't be able to make up for the trauma in my soul." Qu Xiaowei acted rogue.

"Okay, what do you want to eat?" Lin Weimin said happily.

Qu Xiaowei looked at him suspiciously, "Are you having such a good time today?"

"Seeing as the Chinese New Year is approaching, why don't you allow me to be generous?"

"You finally said something humane."

"Let's go!"

Several people came out of the small courtyard and found a restaurant to have their teeth made.

Qu Xiaowei asked Lin Weimin carefully about the expenses of buying a house. When he heard that Lin Weimin had thrown 6,000 yuan into this courtyard house, he couldn't help but said: "You can't buy any house with this money." Ah, do we have to build such a small courtyard?”

"You don't understand even if I tell you. You will slowly understand later."

Lin Weimin had a mysterious look on his face, which inexplicably reminded Qu Xiaowei of the same expression he had when he stuffed stamps into his hand.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Qu Xiaowei muttered.

"What's the matter? Why are you asking so clearly? Are you really planning to get married?" Lin Weimin asked.

Qu Xiaowei nodded, "Haiyan will graduate in half a year. This time I asked her to go back and ask if she can assign the work to Yanjing. If not, let my parents help me find a way."

Lin Weimin was not optimistic about the future of this young couple, but it was impossible to say anything depressing at this time. He turned around and asked: "Shuozi, how is your novel writing going?"

"It's just written."

"The writing was not going well?"

"Yeah." Wang Shuo took a sip of wine.

Now he is not the literary ruffian who dominated the literary world in later generations, and he has not completely focused on writing, and his desire to make a fortune has never been lost.