1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 128 The Eldest Nephew Will Give You the End of Your Pension
Lin Weimin was a little surprised. The appearance of "Knives Out" was purely a temporary idea. He didn't dabble in mystery novels much before traveling. Most of them came from film and television works, many of which were works by Nibo. If you put it on the side of Lao Mi, I'm afraid it will be unacceptable.

"I don't have any inspiration for the time being." Lin Weimin tweeted.

Mark Meng's expression was a little regretful, "That's such a pity!"

Lin Weimin didn't feel any pity or pity, the biggest bonus to him from the accidental appearance of "Knives Out of the Sheath" was just some extra royalties, but it helped him almost zero on the road of creation.

If there is a chance in the future, he doesn't mind earning some rice knives, but if there is no suitable content right now, let it go.

As for the story of publishing the work in the United States and shocking the whole country, Lin Weimin never thought about it.

Literature can't escape the soil of nationality and culture. Unless you reach the level of a literary giant, you should stop wishful thinking.

Declining Ma Kemeng's kindness, Lin Weimin bid farewell to everyone.

Little Black Yoko asked Mark Meng: "Jun Lin, doesn't he want to write mystery novels anymore?"

Ma Kemeng shook his head, "Who knows? I think he has great potential in this regard."

"I think it's good for Lin Jun to write novels with the theme of "Farewell My Concubine". He will be famous forever. You shouldn't urge him to write mystery novels. I think Lin Jun's decision is wise."

Ma Kemeng patted his forehead, "Yoko, have you forgotten what Lin told you before? Don't use idioms indiscriminately, something will happen."

Lin Weimin, a Chinese, left, surrounded by foreigners, little Hei Yangzi's self-confidence was inflated, "What's wrong with the idioms I use?"

Yin Geli kindly reminded: "Yoko, 'Liu Fang Eternal' seems to describe the dead."

"Ah!" Little Black Yoko let out a short cry, his expression no longer calm and calm, as if he had made an unforgivable mistake.

"What should I do? It's so disrespectful to Jun Lin!"

Mark Meng spread his hands, "What does it matter? Lin didn't hear it, so it's not an offense."

Little Black Yoko shook his head, "You don't understand, Mr. Lin's majesty cannot be violated."

Ma Kemeng and Yin Geli looked at each other, and decided not to entangle with little black Yoko anymore.

After the few people left, only Little Black Yoko was still struggling.

"No, you have caused such great harm to Lin Jun, you should find a way to make up for him."

After bidding farewell to a few foreigners, Lin Weimin returned to Shichahai courtyard after six o'clock in the evening.

It's almost June soon, the sky is very long, and there is still light at this time.

Lin Weimin walked to the gate of the courtyard and found that the door was open. He immediately realized that it was Han Zhuangzhuang who had come.

"Strong!" Lin Weimin called out.

The tall and burly Han Zhuangzhuang ran out from the kitchen in the East Wing, still holding a frying spoon, "Uncle, you're back? Wait a minute, we can eat right away."

Ok?
When did this kid have this subjective initiative, and he actually knows how to cook on his own initiative when he comes?

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, Lin Weimin kept an eye out.

It is said that the children of the poor have long been in charge of the family. Han Zhuangzhuang is not a child of the poor family, but he has not lived well these years due to various reasons, but his cooking skills are decent.

Lin Weimin didn't touch his bowl of rice, didn't even pick up his chopsticks, "Fatty, is there something wrong?"

"It's okay, uncle, you eat." Han Zhuangzhuang pushed the dish towards Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin pulled the dishes away with chopsticks, "If you don't make it clear, the old uncle is not at ease eating this meal!"

Han Zhuangzhuang looked embarrassed, "Uncle, look at you, what kind of person do you think my nephew is?"

Lin Weimin hesitated for a moment, not willing to hurt the child's heart, "Just say it."

Han Zhuangzhuang laughed, "Uncle, nephew, would you be happy if I played the leading role?"

"Happy!" Lin Weimin had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Is it? I knew it, uncle, you must support my nephew."

Lin Weimin quickly waved his hands, "Fatty, don't coax the old uncle. The old uncle is happy, but what is this support?"

Han Zhuangzhuang twitched a bit, "Uncle, it's just... I have something to do with you as the hero."

The uneasiness in Lin Weimin's heart became more intense.

"Tian Zhuangzhuang approached me and said that he wanted me to act in their 78th grade graduation work, and give me a male lead."

"What about the conditions?"

Han Zhuangzhuang looked surprised, "Uncle, how do you know there are still conditions?"

Nonsense, Lin Weimin cursed inwardly, what good director can use someone like you as the leading actor!

It's not that Lin Weimin looks down on his nephew, it's because his appearance and body shape restrict his acting too much, and it's unrealistic to play the leading role before he graduates.

Han Zhuangzhuang glanced at Lin Weimin with a guilty conscience, "Uncle, Tian Zhuangzhuang said that he wanted to adapt your "The Death of Yula", and it would be best if you could help to finish the book."

"It's better to be free, right?" Lin Weimin snorted.

Han Zhuangzhuang didn't dare to speak anymore, no matter how stupid he was, he could tell that the old uncle was in a bad mood.

Lin Weimin looked at him, and said helplessly: "I said you are really stupid or fake stupid? Then there are only three male characters in "The Death of Yura", and the one with the most roles is the villain chief, all of whom are in their 50s. Yes, did you act?"

Han Zhuangzhuang had never watched "The Death of Yula" at all, and he didn't expect such a situation, and said angrily: "This Tian Zhuangzhuang, he lied to me!"

Lin Weimin shook his head, "It's not considered lying to you. This kid is very smart. He asked you to invite me. As long as I agree, then you, the leading actor, can play whatever you want?"

"Hey, it's right to think so. Uncle, you can help me!"

"I'm giving you a hammer!" Lin Weimin cursed, "You are really a ghost who came to collect debts!"

Han Zhuangzhuang was full of grievances, and there was a strong sense of contrast with his majestic figure, "If you don't help, don't help, scold me|what are you doing?"

Lin Weimin thought for a moment, and decided that he still had to help with this favor.

He was a film and television enthusiast before traveling, and he knew all kinds of film and television works and behind-the-scenes stories like a treasure.

Don't look at the great reputation of Lao Mouzi and Poetry Master in later generations, but when talking about the soul figure among the fifth generation directors, the name Tian Zhuangzhuang cannot be avoided.

The graduation joint work "Small Courtyard" of Yanying's 78th grade students gathered the most elite talents of Yanying.

Director Tian Zhuangzhuang, screenwriters Xie Xiaojing and Cui Xiaoqin, actors Cai Jianxin, Sun Haihong, Zhu Lin, Zhang Jianya, photographers Hou Yong, Zhang Huijun, Zhang Yimou, Lu Le...

Mention a name casually, it will be a well-known figure in later generations.

If the eldest nephew can get acquainted with this group of people, there will be only advantages and no disadvantages.

Besides, if I became a screenwriter, wouldn't it be logical to get in touch with Zhu Lin, the leading actress?
Thinking of this, Lin Weimin sighed and patted Han Zhuangzhuang's head.

"Fatty, uncle, this is all for you!"

Han Zhuangzhuang's face was full of emotion, "Old uncle, don't worry, you are so kind to me, I will definitely take care of you until the end of your life!"

"roll!"

(End of this chapter)