1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 178 Earning foreign exchange for the country
The publication of "Farewell My Concubine" in the United States was finally negotiated successfully with the joint efforts of the Guowen Society and the WS department. The manuscript fee was settled at a time of 1.5 yuan, and the international wire transfer was adopted.

It took only two days for Lin Weimin to receive a huge manuscript fee of 1.5 meters.

Lin Weimin was not happy about receiving the manuscript fee.

The manuscript fee is in foreign exchange, and at this time in China, private individuals are not allowed to hold foreign exchange. If he wants to withdraw the manuscript fee, he can only exchange it into RMB.

One is the official exchange rate of one to one point, and the other is the private exchange rate of one to eight. Thinking about the difference between these rates, Lin Weimin trembled with distress.

This time Lin Weimin planned to do something about it.

He came to Yan Wenjing's office and sat down with a mournful face.

"Didn't you just receive the manuscript fee? What are you doing for me?"

Lin Weimin glanced at Yan Wenjing, "Leader, I can't get this money out!"

"Why can't it be taken out?"

"It has to be converted into RMB."

Yan Wenjing immediately understood what Lin Weimin meant, "What do you want?"

Lin Weimin leaned over with a flattering face, "Let's discuss with you, can you see if my money can be exchanged into foreign exchange certificates?"

"Don't you have some foreign friends?"

Lin Weimin said: "If you find someone to do this in private, and the amount is so large, isn't that a risk? I just thought about asking you to help me make a report. I am earning foreign exchange for the country anyway. We can't go too far. We don't want to spend this money. Just convert it into foreign exchange certificates."

"It's a little bit of legal awareness."

"What you said, it seems that I am breaking the law. I am a soldier under your command. With more than 1 foreign exchange, I have earned one hundred thousandth of the foreign exchange for our country, right? There is no credit. Hard work..."

Yan Wenjing waved his hand, interrupting his sluggishness, "Okay, got it."

Lin Weimin was overjoyed, "Thank you leader! Thank you!"

"I want to create more foreign exchange for the country in the future." Yan Wenjing joked.

"That is required!"

Lin Weimin walked briskly out of Yan Wenjing's office.

Two days later, Lin Weimin received in Yan Wenjing's office the largest manuscript fee in his life - 2.25 yuan in foreign exchange certificates.

The denomination of foreign exchange certificates is 10 yuan, and there are more than 20 stacks on the desk, which is still very impressive.

After signing and depositing, Lin Weimin took the more than 2 foreign exchange certificates into his hands.

"This time is a special event. I can warn you that reselling foreign exchange certificates is against the law. Take it easy, kid." Yan Wenjing warned.

Of course he knew that Lin Weimin wanted to convert foreign exchange into foreign exchange certificates because he didn't want to suffer a loss, and he probably planned to resell these foreign exchange certificates to make a fortune.

"Leader, who do you think I am? I want to exchange foreign exchange certificates because I don't want to lose money. I'm not short of money, so it's good to keep these foreign exchange certificates."

Only then did Yan Wenjing smile, "You know the basics."

"I'm thinking of finding two people to accompany you to get off work later."

"No, no one else knows what's in my bag."

Lin Weimin went to Yan Wenjing's office empty-handed, but came back with an extra black briefcase, which immediately aroused the curiosity of the office colleagues.

In the past two days, "Farewell My Concubine" was published in the United States, and the news that Lin Weimin received a sky-high manuscript fee of 1.5 meters has spread in the Guowen Society, and it is still spreading to various units in Yanjing City.

Lin Weimin knew that he couldn't hide the fact that he entrusted Yan Wenjing, the president, to convert the manuscript fee into foreign exchange certificates.

So when everyone asked, he told the truth, "I converted all the manuscript fees into foreign exchange certificates, and the president typed the report for me."

Everyone's eyes widened, "All changed?"

"Well, it's all changed."

He Qizhi asked, "What is the ratio of rice knives to foreign exchange certificates?"

"1.5."

"That's 2?"

hiss~
Everyone took a deep breath.

Looking at Lin Weimin's ordinary black briefcase, his eyes were full of shock and fear.

More than 2 foreign exchange certificates, this has exceeded everyone's imagination, and their first reaction is not even jealousy and greed, but fear.

"Weimin, we will take you home after get off work later." Zhu Changsheng said suddenly.

Lin Weimin waved his hand, "Everyone, calm down, there's no need."

Rong Shihui said: "It is very necessary. You just listen to us on this matter, this is more than 2 foreign exchange certificates!"

Everyone looked very serious, as if they were facing some life-and-death event.

Lin Weimin was a little dumbfounded, but at the same time, he felt a little warmth in his heart.

After get off work, on the streets of Yanjing.

A Yamaha 125 was riding in the middle, surrounded by seven or eight bicycles, and surrounded the motorcycles in the center, as if the county magistrate was out of the street, only to be splashed with clean water.

Lin Weimin was riding a motorcycle surrounded by his colleagues' bicycles. The motorcycle could only move forward at a constant speed of ten kilometers per hour. Countless people on the street cast strange and curious glances at their team.

His shame was about to explode!

This is more terrifying than social death!
"I'm talking about you, the criminal didn't have any thoughts about me, but he did after being messed up by you!" Lin Weimin said with a wry smile.

"We call it being cautious, you go in quickly, save it early and feel at ease."

"Come on, then I'll go in first."

Lin Weimin walked into the People's Bank with a briefcase.

The domestic bank safe deposit box business has existed since the Republic of China. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, with the advancement of the GM business, the safe deposit box business disappeared. In 1958, it was all merged into the People's Bank of China.By 60, under the supervision of the judicial department, all unclaimed safe deposit boxes were broken and turned over to the state treasury, and the business of leasing safe deposit boxes was completely ended in China.

Then, in the past two years, the country implemented reform and opening up, and the People's Bank of China started the safe deposit box business again.

Lin Weimin went to the bank to explain his purpose. He wanted to open a safe deposit box to store things, and asked what he wanted to deposit. When the bank staff heard that they wanted to deposit more than 2 foreign exchange certificates, they called the top leaders in the bank.

Two or three bank leaders, together with four or five security personnel, surrounded Lin Wei's militia, and he once again enjoyed the treatment he had just received on the street.

Lin Weimin took out the certificate issued by Yan Wenjing to him, and explained the situation for a long time before he finally explained the situation.

After figuring out the origin of Lin Weimin's more than 2 foreign exchange certificates, which are the royalties from publishing his novels abroad, the circle of people can't help but respect Lin Weimin.

This is a talent who earns foreign exchange for the country!
Besides, his works can be published in the United States, what a writer he must be!
"I'm really sorry, Writer Lin." The other said apologetically while holding Lin Weimin's hand.

"It's nothing, you are also responsible, and you all understand."

After completing the formalities, Lin Weimin deposited 2 yuan of foreign exchange certificates in the safe deposit box, leaving 500 yuan of foreign exchange certificates for emergencies.

After Lin Weimin left, the bank leaders and guards still gathered together. The mental shock brought by Lin Weimin and his huge manuscript fee needs to be resolved with gossip.

On June 22, from 06:30 p.m., the front of the Capital Theater became lively. In the past, the front of the Capital Theater was deserted at this time, and it did not gradually become popular until after [-]:[-].

At the main entrance of the theater, there was a huge poster with the images of several leading actors and the performance information of "Farewell My Concubine" printed on it.

Lin Weimin came late, at about 06:30, and was stopped by a young man with a rogue head when he was waiting for someone at the door.

"Dude, do you want a ticket?"

"What ticket?" Lin Weimin was taken aback for a moment.

The young man leaned over and said in a low voice, "Tickets for "Farewell My Concubine"."

Lin Weimin was surprised, "You have it? Didn't you say that tickets for the premiere are not easy to get?"

"Of course I can't get tickets for the premiere performance, but I have tickets for the subsequent performances! Or?"

"how much is it?"

"It depends on which seat you want the ticket for!"

The young man took out a few tickets from his pocket, "Look, the seat is different, so the price is naturally different. Look at the tickets in the front row, 20 yuan each, and the one on the second floor is the same as the front row. Almost. After that, it will be cheaper, 10 yuan, 5 yuan, 2 yuan..."

Lin Weimin asked with a chuckle, "You're a bit dark, the cheapest fare is 6 cents, and it's 2 yuan for you."

The young man had a bit of complacency on his face, "You have to be able to buy it! I'm not fooling you, just this show..."

The young man pointed to the poster at the entrance of the theater, "That was written by the great writer Lin Weimin, do you know Lin Weimin? Mr. Wan's closed disciple, the old man has accepted such an apprentice in his life. The script was written by Renyi begging others, I don’t know if you’ve read the novel or not, it’s sold millions of copies. I’m not bragging, apart from famous works by domestic and foreign writers, which book has sold so much in the past two years!”

When the young man said this, he covered his mouth and leaned into Lin Weimin's ear, "There is one more thing, don't say it outside!"

Lin Weimin listened quietly. He lowered his voice, but said in an exaggerated tone: "The other's "Farewell My Concubine" has been published in the United States to earn rice knives, and the manuscript fees are all in foreign exchange, tsk tsk tsk..."

The young man said with a look of envy, "Tell me, for such a writer and such a work, I want you to pay 2 yuan for a ticket. Is it expensive?"

Lin Weimin nodded, "Not expensive!"

The young man was overjoyed, "Then you have two?"

Lin Weimin took out a premiere ticket from his pocket and shook it, "Unfortunately, I don't need it."

Only then did the young man realize that he had been cheated, and he gave Lin Weimin a vicious look, "What kind of trouble are you doing if you have a ticket!"

Lin Weimin gritted his teeth, if it weren't for the fact that you speak so nicely, I would have found someone to order you.

The young man failed to make a business order, so he ran to the side to continue to solicit customers.

Lin Weimin squatted on the side of the road to observe, the young man was not blocked by everyone.He is engaged in a speculative business, so naturally he has to be more cautious, and only young people like Lin Weimin are stopped.

Generally, people like them watch dramas basically for the purpose of falling in love, and such people are the best to kill.

Seeing the young man cautiously soliciting business and then talking to him, Lin Weimin inexplicably felt a little amused.The young man over there also noticed his idle and oily behavior, and he was horrified by him. He subconsciously observed his surroundings. Could it be that people from industry and commerce and the public security came to arrest him?

After being nervous for a long time, except for the audience who entered the venue, it was calm and there was a false alarm.

The young man was upset, and was about to come up to talk to Lin Weimin, when he saw a strong man waving at Lin Weimin not far away.

"For the people!"

Lin Weimin stood up, "Brother Zilong, why did you come here?"

"Be a bit slower for the bus!"

"The show is about to start, let's go in quickly."

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Jiang Zilong looked anxious.

He rushed from Jinmen to Yanjing specially to watch the premiere of "Farewell My Concubine", and the tickets were all arranged through the Jinmen Cultural Association with great difficulty.

The two went up the stairs together.

Looking at Lin Weimin's back, the young man with a roe-headed mouse sneered, "Weimin? Are you worthy of that name?"

"Teacher Lin! Teacher Lin!"

A middle-aged man hurriedly passed the young man and ran towards Lin Weimin in front of him.

Lin Weimin turned his head and said pleasantly, "Teacher Ni? What a coincidence!"

"It's a coincidence, let's go in together!"

Several people talked and laughed and entered the Capital Theater.

The deer-headed young man was dumbfounded, "Lin...Lin Weimin? So young?"

　I'm sorry, I failed in primary school mathematics, I embarrassed the teacher, and I have corrected it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)