1980 My literary era

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

Even "Eighteen Years in the Enemy Camp", China's first full-length TV series currently being broadcast on CCTV, can't steal its limelight. It's not that the quality of "Cliff" is really any better than "Eighteen Years in the Enemy Camp".

There is really a huge difference in the media between the two. One is a TV with only a few million units in the country, and the other is a radio with tens of millions of units. They are incomparable.

After the past few days of fermentation, the popularity of "Cliff" has completely aroused.

The call from Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station to Lin Weimin was to solicit his opinion, and Yanjing People's Broadcasting Station also wanted to broadcast "Cliff".

Radio Liaodong now also realizes the reason why Lin Weimin made a gentleman's agreement with them in the first place. This is what people are on guard against, so they can only call Lin Weimin to consult Lin Weimin's opinion.

Lin Weimin really didn't expect "Cliff" to become popular in this way. Fortunately, he had a backup plan.

So his reply to Liaodong Radio was that Yanjing People's Broadcasting Station could choose to re-record its own broadcasts or simply use Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station's programs, but the prerequisite was that it must pay him the same royalties as Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station.

A fee of fifty yuan is just a drop in the bucket for any provincial-level radio station. Although there is no precedent for this method proposed by Lin Weimin, who made his work popular now?

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

The program does not need to be re-recorded, just use the program that has been recorded by Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station. This is what everyone does these days, and it is nothing more than spending dozens of dollars more in royalties.

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

Everyone has the same purpose, demanding that "Cliff" be played.

Lin Weimin spread his hands, paid fifty yuan, and broadcast whatever he wanted.

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

Anyway, as long as you want to broadcast "Cliff", the royalties cannot be less.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there was an endless stream of calls from all over the country. Judging from this trend, he may have to collect the royalties for a while.

Lin Weimin finished answering another phone call and walked into the editorial office of "People's Literature" humming a tune.

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

"Cliff" has become an evening entertainment activity for many people since it aired on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Lin Weimin receives several calls almost every day these days asking for "Cliff" to be broadcast. Everyone knows about it through the few words he said on the phone. He had an agreement with Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station at that time.

Any radio station that wants to broadcast "Cliff" will inevitably have to pay him a royalties.

This guy Lin Weimin has made a lot of money!

There has been a lot of buzz in the club these days.

"Pick up money" is what everyone calls it jokingly. Lin Weimin comes to the front building every day and gets fifty yuan every day to answer the phone. Isn't he just here to pick up money?

"Hey, Teacher Tu, you are really good at joking." Lin Weimin joked with everyone and walked to Xie Mingqing's desk, "Teacher Xie, what do you think of my manuscript?"

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

"It's at the editor's place."

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

Xie Mingqing's face showed a look of contemplation, "Well..."

"Don't hide it from me." Lin Weimin saw that there was something going on!

He wrote the manuscript of "Farewell My Concubine" in a week before the Chinese New Year, and handed the manuscript to Xie Mingqing as soon as the Chinese Literature Society came to work on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year.

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

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

It turned out that it had been a week since I had received the manuscript, and Xie Mingqing had received no feedback at all.

Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case. Everyone is not far from each other in the front building and the back building. Whether the novel is accepted, 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 office to find out what the current status of the manuscript was.

Xie Mingqing pulled and asked Lin Weimin to sit next to him. The colleagues around him had strange expressions on their faces.

"Wei Min, how did you come up with this manuscript?"

"I haven't thought much about it. I'll just write it when I'm inspired." Lin Weimin said casually.

Seeing that he didn't understand what he meant, Xie Mingqing added, "Cheng Dieyi and Duan Xiaolou..."

Lin Weimin seemed to understand that in the 1980s, Cheng Dieyi's orientation was indeed a big issue.

He looked around at everyone's expressions and realized that this was probably where the manuscript got stuck.

“Mr.

"What does it mean to be too rigid? It's obviously your novel that's too outrageous, 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, "Okay, okay, just..."

"Then don't do it. We are a literary magazine, not a moral gentleman. Besides, why do you say that Cheng Dieyi is a man, when I think she is a woman."

Xie Mingqing was a little troubled by Lin Weimin's nonsense, "Don't do this to me. There is no problem with the quality of the manuscript. I have reviewed it and handed it over to the editor. Now I am waiting for news from the editor."

"How many days have you handed it in?"

"Three days."

Lin Weimin has a toothache. It must be stuck there, otherwise there would be no feedback for three days.

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

Xie Mingqing glared, "No big or small, nothing old."

"What's wrong? He's stuck on me and won't let me speak? If People's Literature cannot publish it, just return the manuscript to me and I'll send it to Harvest."

Xie Mingqing became anxious as soon as he heard this, "What nonsense are you talking about! You kid is siding with the enemy!"

Lin Weimin said this just to see Lao Xie jumping around, "If you don't let me publish it, why don't you allow me to submit it to other places? Then if you give me a guarantee, can I publish it?"

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

"My manuscript is entrusted to you."

"Why do you want to blackmail me?" Xie Mingqing was angered by his stupidity.

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

Xie Mingqing was completely speechless by this kid. Why didn't he see his stupid personality before?

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