1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 102
On Friday afternoon, Meng Weizai called Lin Weimin to his office.

Lin Weimin felt a little uneasy. Thinking back on his recent performance, um, he was very steady, and there must be no excuses.

"Director, what do you want from me?"

"Good thing."

Meng Weizai took out a list from the drawer and handed it to Lin Weimin.

"This is……"

"The remuneration for reprinting of "The Cliff."

Lin Weimin also saw the contents of the list clearly at this time, and said pleasantly: "I didn't talk about it before, why..."

Meng Weizai said with a smile: "You are still a member of the club now, and the fat water does not flow to outsiders' fields. In this matter, can the club treat you badly?"

"Hey, please thank the leaders in the club for me."

Meng Weizai joked: "I'm thinking about being the leader now? Mrs. Wei, Lao Zhang..."

Lin Weimin hurriedly said: "Leader, don't dare to talk nonsense. I was in a momentary rush. Young people will inevitably make mistakes. You have to give us a chance to reform."

Meng Weizai waved his hand, "Okay, don't be poor. Your "The Cliff" has become a big hit through the novel broadcast. This time, the agency plans to print 20 copies at a time, and you will be paid at the rate of twelve thousand characters." .”

Lin Weimin looked at the number on the manuscript remuneration slip, grinned and said, "The agency is too particular. I, Xiaolin, can't repay you..."

"Go, go!" Meng Weizai saw that his words became more and more outrageous, and started to yell at people.

Lin Weimin returned to the office happily, and stared at the figures on the remuneration slip. This time, the manuscript fee increased by two yuan compared with before, and he made a net profit of two thousand and four hundred yuan. He was very happy!
"Hey, for the people, what good thing is there to make you happy like this?"

"It's nothing." Lin Weimin said.

Liu Yin walked over in disbelief, Lin Weimin didn't have time to put away the remuneration slip, when Liu Yin saw it, his eyes widened.

"Didn't you say that you didn't talk about reprinting and reprinting remuneration?"

"I can't help it. The leader in the club is very particular, so I have to give it to me. Tell me, can I still forgive the kindness of the leader in the club?" Lin Weimin said with a look of embarrassment.

Seeing the cheap swishing look, Liu Yin wanted to hit someone.

Colleagues heard what the two said, and they all came over to watch the excitement.

When they saw Lin Weimin's remuneration, they were all surprised.

He Qizhi said: "I'm talking about serving the people. Including the manuscript fee for the previous broadcast of "The Cliff", you have received almost [-] yuan in manuscript fees this month, right?"

"Not that much, just six to seven thousand yuan."

"Isn't that a meaning?"

This kind of money-making efficiency made colleagues feel swayed, and Yao Shuzhi sighed: "No, I have to write some novels too. This fee is too greedy!"

Liu Yin teased: "Then you have to learn more from Weimin."

The more Lin Weimin thought about this, the more he felt that something was wrong. I was still too naive.

Liu Yin said again: "Don't forget, Weimin still hasn't received the manuscript fee for "Farewell My Concubine"!"

Colleagues were horrified, but they almost forgot.

This kid still has a short novel waiting to be published.

"Hey, how many words are there in "Farewell My Concubine"?"

"It seems to be more than 12 words?"

Yao Shuzhi counted with her fingers for a few seconds, then exclaimed, "Isn't that more than 1000 yuan?"

Liu Yin nodded and said: "That's right. From now on, if a girl from another family marries Wei Min, she will be blessed!"

She raised her eyebrows at Lin Weimin, "Weimin, can you introduce someone to you, sister?"

Lin Weimin quickly waved his hands, "No need. I'm still too young. Let's talk about it in a few years."

Liu Yin thought that Lin Weimin was being shy, "Don't be shy. You are 21 after the new year, and it's time to think about personal issues."

"My eldest sister, I really don't need it, just let me live a chic single life for a few more years."

Seeing Lin Weimin's seriousness, Liu Yin dismissed the idea, but still couldn't help complaining: "The young people nowadays don't know how to be anxious, and when they think about it later, the cabbage is gone. "

Lin Weimin was also complaining in his heart that Liu Yin was only 30 years old, and she had the potential to be a blind date actress.

Taking advantage of others not paying attention, Rong Shihui leaned over to Lin Weimin's side, "Hey, Weimin, will the girl from the old family be considered for the exam?"

Lin Weimin glanced at him helplessly, "My Uncle Rong, please spare me."

Rong Shihui frowned, "You child. What a good girl that girl is, she looks like a beautiful woman like you."

"She's good to her. I haven't looked for a partner yet."

"When you're looking for a partner, other people's children will be soy sauce." Rong Shihui and Liu Yin's words are exactly the same.

After politely declining Rong Shihui's kindness, Lin Weimin saw Yao Shuzhi staring at him.

"What?"

Yao Shuzhi said faintly, "If you are not a bachelor, who is a bachelor?"

"Hey!" Lin Weimin became angry for a while.

This girl, why is her mouth so bad?

When he was about to get off work, Uncle Zhai, the messenger, came to tell Lin Weimin that someone was looking for him. When he came to the door of the front building, he saw a shiny bald head.

"Yo, Xiaoer, did you change your hairstyle?" Lin Weimin teased.

Are we witnessing history?
Chen Pei immediately lowered his face, "Are you a bit upright?"

Lin Weimin suppressed his smile and said seriously, "That's fine. What do you want me to do?"

"Can't I come and see you?"

"You are so kind?"

Chen Xiaoer avoided Lin Weimin's eyes with a guilty conscience, and said, "I invite you to dinner tonight."

Lin Weimin was alert, the sun came out from the west?

"Hey, what is that look in your eyes? You don't want to eat, do you? Then I'll go!"

Chen Xiaoer made a gesture to leave, but found Lin Weimin standing there, motionless.

He was in a dilemma for a while, but he finally retracted the step he took.

"Oh! It's been a year. We haven't seen each other for more than a month, right? I miss you."

It doesn't matter whether Chen Xiaoer's words are true or not, he always has an attitude of treating guests.

After work, the two entered a restaurant.

After haggling for a long time, Chen Peisi finally asked, "How about the role you promised me?"

"No inspiration." Lin Weimin said perfunctorily.

Chen Peisi said: "I heard that you wrote another novel during the Chinese New Year."

"How do you know it?"

"Who doesn't matter anymore? Don't fool me, kid."

Lin Weimin thought that Chen Xiaoer must have heard what Uncle Zhai said.

"What do you mean by fooling you? Do you think that inspiration is something that you can have if you say it? If you say that, our relationship can't be resolved." Lin Weimin pretended to be angry.

Chen Peisi hurriedly pulled him back, "Hey, don't mind, don't mind, it's all my brother's fault."

He rolled his eyes, changed his mind, and asked: "I heard that your new novel is well written, and you want to adapt it into a play?"

"Well, there is such a thing."

"Then what, is there a suitable role?"

"I'm writing plays for Yi Yi. When you're acting in a movie, why do you always want to come here!"

"All dramas and movies are art. You are a screenwriter, so it's not up to you to give me a role?"

Lin Weimin waved his hands and said, "Don't talk nonsense, it's a national-level theater anyway, I can't be the master of it. Besides, you really can't act in that play."

When Lin Weimin thought of Chen Xiaoer's image and "Farewell My Concubine" together, he felt happy.

(End of this chapter)