1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 135
In the 80s, it was not easy to transfer jobs, not to mention Zheng Guo was transferred across regions.

It's a pity that Lin Weimin kept beating around for a long time, but this kid didn't let go, which added a bit of mystery to him.

It is a happy thing for Lin Weimin that a familiar friend returns again.

The time is slowly coming to July, and the fourth issue of "Contemporary" this year is officially listed, and the comrades in the editorial department can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Since the release of the spy war album last year, the sales volume of "Contemporary" has successfully exceeded 60 copies.Since it was republished as a bimonthly magazine, its sales have risen steadily, and the print run of "Contemporary" in July reached 70 copies.

For "Contemporary", which has just been established for two years, this is definitely a proud figure.

"Serving the people is really a blessing for our Chinese Literature Society!"

Meng Weizai had just finished a meeting in the club, and he was talking to Wei Junyi beside him.

At the meeting just now, the agency notified the sales volume of "People's Literature" this quarter. Among them, the sales volume of the April issue reached 75 copies. Although the sales volume of the May and June issues dropped somewhat, they still held on to 70 copies. Book this mark.

Compared with the sales volume of just over 50 copies per issue a few months ago, this figure is a leap forward.

And everyone knows the source, it is because of Lin Weimin's "Farewell My Concubine".

Now that the April issue has been on the market for three months, letters from readers from all over the country are still coming in an endless stream.

According to statistics from the agency, more than [-]% of these letters from readers mentioned the work "Farewell My Concubine", and [-]% of the letters were written specifically to Lin Weimin.

Among all the letters, more than [-]% of the readers mentioned that they hoped that the Guowen Society could publish a booklet for "Farewell My Concubine".

At the end of last year, the sales of "Contemporary" surged because of Lin Weimin's "The Cliff", and the sales of "People's Literature" surged in the first half of this year because of Lin Weimin's "Farewell My Concubine".

Such a baby lump, it is not too much to say that he is a lucky general.

In addition to these, Lin Weimin is also very thoughtful in his work, and the suggestions for the reader survey questionnaire he gave to the agency have now spread to "Contemporary".

Wei Junyi had gray hair and a smile on her face, "This kid is good in everything, but he dances too much."

"Can you be called a young man if you don't dance?"

"Look at you, I started to protect the calf before I said anything." Wei Junyi laughed.

Meng Weizai also laughed, "It's okay if you don't protect yourself, this kid messes around all day, he will definitely cause trouble!"

Wei Junyi said: "I think this should be considered a trouble of happiness for you."

The two parted while talking and laughing. Meng Weizai went upstairs to the second floor and saw Lin Weimin squatting in the corridor with a pile of letters scattered on the ground.

"Why is this?"

Lin Weimin raised his head, "Director!"

"It's all letters and submissions, sort them into categories. It's too hot in the office, and it's cool in the corridor."

"En." Meng Weizai nodded, and then said: "We just had a meeting, and the agency plans to publish "Farewell My Concubine" in September."

Hearing this news, Lin Weimin remained calm. The publication of "Farewell My Concubine" is a certainty.

It's just that the sales performance of the April issue of "People's Literature" has been very good before, and the agency is not in a hurry.

Now the sales ceiling of the April issue is predictable, breaking through 80 copies at most, and "Farewell My Concubine" will be released in September just right.

The two exchanged a few words, Meng Weizai went back to the office, and Lin Weimin continued to sort out the submission letter on the hand.

After get off work, Lin Weimin returned home, unloaded a package of letters from readers from the back seat of his bicycle, and sent them to the back room.

There are now two rows of bookshelves in the room, all of which are Zheng Guo's handicrafts, painted with lacquer, and look decent.

Recently, the number of letters from readers forwarded to him in the agency has decreased a lot, and he can only save one pack a week, which is about a few hundred letters.

Lin Weimin stacked these letters and carefully placed them upright on the bookshelf.

After putting away the letter, he took a few steps back.

The specifications of the two bookshelves entrusted to Zheng Guo are 1.8 meters high, 24 meters wide, and [-] centimeters deep. There are [-] separate spaces inside, and the two bookshelves lined up just occupy one wall.

During this period of time, Lin Weimin has successively received nearly [-] letters from readers through the agency, and now he has sorted them out and put them in the bookshelf.

It took Lin Weimin three whole nights just to sort out these letters from readers, occupying a total of fourteen grids, not even filling a bookshelf.

Appreciating these letters from readers is a great sense of accomplishment for any creator.

Lin Weimin unconsciously thought of Mr. Deng Yuanjie, the king of fairy tales. He bought a house to store letters from readers. Now he is just building a bookshelf, which has not yet been filled. There is a long way to go!

The next day was Friday, and the eldest nephew Han Zhuangzhuang brought Tian Zhuangzhuang, Xie Xiaojing, Cui Xiaoqin and others to Lin Weimin's courtyard.

After entering the courtyard, the three of them looked at the exquisite and elegant courtyard with envy.

Cui Xiaoqin said privately: "As expected, writers are rich. Teacher Lin's small courtyard can be bought for at least 5000 yuan, right?"

"Vulgar! Too vulgar!" Xie Xiaojing said with contempt for her, "What Mr. Lin wants is taste."

He looked around, full of unspeakable love for Lin Weimin's courtyard.

"Come on, sit down."

It was hot in July, even though it was already evening, people were still sweating profusely. Lin Weimin moved chairs for them and sat under the tree in the yard, while Han Zhuangzhuang went to make tea for everyone.

"Drink some tea, the weather makes people panic when it's hot!" Lin Weimin said politely.

Tian Zhuangzhuang was drinking tea, thinking in his heart, Mr. Lin was younger than them, but being with him felt like getting along with elders.

After chatting for a while, Xie Xiaojing took out the script of "Little Courtyard" that they had revised during this period.

"Mr. Lin, you helped point out a lot of problems in the script last time. We went back and revised it seriously. This time, I have to ask you to help me to read it."

Lin Weimin took over the script, "I'll take a look!"

When Lin Weimin was reading the script, none of them spoke. Xie Xiaojing and Cui Xiaoqin looked a little nervous. They were the main writers of the script. I was afraid that Mr. Lin would pick out a bunch of problems again this time. It would be embarrassing.

The setting sun is about to set, and the afterglow is sprinkled in the small courtyard.

The sound of children playing in the alley, the people next door are shopping for vegetables, and the crickets, which have slept all day, also become active at this time.

Obviously all kinds of voices were mixed together, but several people felt the quiet and peaceful beauty inexplicably.

Compared with last time, Lin Weimin read the script a lot more seriously this time.

It took nearly half an hour to study the script carefully, before Lin Weimin nodded and said: "The revision is not bad, it's because of my heart."

Xie Xiaojing and Cui Xiaoqin were relieved when they heard this sentence.

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