1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 223 Wang Tai's Sincerity

It has just gone through some censorship, no programs have been killed, and all existing programs are likely to be seen by national audiences at the New Year's Eve gala.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, there is no better news than this.

It was already midnight after the review, Huang Yihe did not let Lin Weimin go home, but took him to the Temple of Heaven Hotel.

"Tomorrow is the weekend anyway."

Stayed in the hotel room for one night, woke up early and heard babbling singing from the corridor, it was the Xiaobaihua Yue Opera Troupe practicing.

He glanced at Tao Huimin in the crowd, and the eyes of the two intersected. Lin Weimin walked upstairs, and Tao Huimin found an excuse to slip out.

"Why are you here?"

"It was too late to review last night, so I dealt with it in the hotel overnight."

"How's the result of the review? Is it going well?" Tao Huimin's face was a bit worried.

After the censorship ended last night, only Lin Weimin and Li Guyi's programs were retained. The censorship team must have raised a problem.

"It's okay, the show is on normally."

"That's great!" Tao Huimin felt relieved.

The two of them took advantage of such a short time and couldn't help talking about each other. They didn't restrain themselves until someone went out and people came and went in the corridor.

In the morning, Tao Huimin was going to rehearse with the troupe, so Lin Weimin stayed at the hotel.

On a rare weekend with nothing to do, he just wanted to lie in bed.

It's a pity that Huang Yihe called out just after lying down for a few minutes. He was also at the Temple of Heaven Hotel last night.

"Mr. Lin, are you busy today? Are you okay to go to our stage?"

"what?"

"Our director is looking for you."

Lin Weimin was surprised, "Your station director is looking for me | Why?"

"I didn't say it, you'll know if you go there."

Huang Yihe took Lin Weimin out, and Lin Weimin drove him to the broadcasting compound on a motorcycle.

When I entered the office, I saw Wang Feng, the director of CCTV, chatting with several other members of the director team.

"Wang Tai, sorry for being late."

Wang Feng smiled and said, "I know you guys stayed up until midnight last night, it was hard work."

He greeted Lin Weimin, and said, "It happens that everyone is here, let's discuss something. Regarding the name of the party, what do you think?"

CCTV has worked hard to prepare for this year's gala, which basically broke the previous conventional model, with innovations in content and form, but the name has not yet been determined.

If we continue to use the "New Year's Spring Festival Gala" from the previous years, I always feel that it is not interesting, and I am sorry for so much effort.

Several people in the director's team looked at each other, and Deng Zaijun said one thing first, "I think it would be good to use the Spring Festival Gala."

"Where's Yang Jie?"

Yang Jie looked thoughtful, "How about the Spring Festival Gala?"

Wang Feng called his name again, "Yihe!"

Huang Yihe said: "My idea is the Spring Festival Gala."

Wang Feng scratched his head a little after listening to the opinions of several people. He felt that any one was good, and he didn't know how to choose for a while.

After the directors finished speaking, they looked at each other, and Huang Yihe said, "Why don't you let the program staff in the stage and the show vote?"

Wang Feng shook his head and said, "Everyone is so busy, it would be a waste of time to hold a poll just for this kind of thing, and the live broadcast will be broadcast in a few days."

As he spoke, he saw Lin Weimin sipping tea beside him, and he had an idea, and asked, "Which name do you think is better, Mr. Lin?"

Lin Weimin put down his teacup, "Everything is fine."

Wang Feng smiled and said, "Then which one do you think is the most suitable?"

"I think everyone's opinions can be combined."

Wang Feng asked: "How to synthesize?"

"How about calling it the Spring Festival Gala?" Lin Weimin said relaxedly.

"Spring Festival Gala?"

Several people in the room were stunned when they heard the name. At first, they thought it was nothing. After repeating it a few times, they felt that it was much easier to pronounce than the names of Huang Yihe and Yang Jie.

Although not as concise as Deng Zaijun's name, every word accurately hit the gist of the party.

"Spring Festival, Gala, Gala, um, it's both accurate and catchy." Wang Feng said the name and nodded in praise.

He asked again: "What do you think?"

Huang Yihe and the others shook their heads, "We have no objections."

It's just a name. Teacher Lin's name really synthesizes the ideas of several people, and it is also catchy.

Everyone does not realize that the name of the Spring Festival Gala will accompany the Chinese people in the future through decades of ups and downs.

"Okay, then it's decided, it's called the Spring Festival Gala." Wang Feng said with a final decision.

"Thank you Teacher Lin!"

"Wang Tai, you are too polite. I just synthesized everyone's thoughts."

After talking and joking, Wang Feng asked Huang Yihe and others to keep busy, and he pulled Lin Weimin out of the office.

Seeing this, Lin Weimin must have something to say to himself.

The two of them stood outside the broadcasting compound. The sun was shining today, and they were nestled under the window of a bungalow, so they didn't feel cold at all.

Wang Feng first handed Lin Weimin a cigarette and exchanged a few words.

After talking for a while, he got down to business, "Mr. Lin, the broadcast of "The Cliff" on our station has really achieved historic results!"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that either. Thanks to Teacher Jin Shan and Director Ren, by the way, and Director Deng."

Wang Feng said: "Your script is better. Our family followed this TV series from beginning to end. After watching it for the second time, we went to Yanjing TV to watch it again. We can't get enough of it!"

After finishing his compliments, Wang Feng finally got to the point.

"The playback effect of "The Cliff" is so good, has Mr. Lin ever thought about including your other works in the adaptation process?"

Lin Weimin had already guessed the purpose of Wang Feng's conversation with him, and his face was calm, "The success of "The Cliff" is due to the right time, place, and people. Another time, another broadcasting platform, and another group of staff members may be able to reach the goal. There is no such effect."

Wang Feng said with a smile: "Then let's use this set of people. I recruited Ren Hao to our station. How about Mr. Lin handing over the TV series "The Wind" to our station to produce?"

Lin Weimin shook his head, "Wang Tai, "The Sound of the Wind" is not a good film!"

Lin Weimin has never read the original novel of "The Wind". The "Wind" he created is completely based on the movie version. If it is presented in the form of a TV series, the effect will definitely be much worse. He has a lot of thoughts, and he doesn't want to spend his energy on it for the time being.

"Is that so!" Wang Feng's tone was somewhat regretful, and he asked tentatively, "What about "Latent"?"

Among Lin Weimin's works, "Latent", "The Cliff" and "The Wind" are the three spy war novels that are most suitable for adaptation into TV dramas.

"Latent"?
Sun Honglei's small eyes flashed in Lin Weimin's mind.

The length of "Latent" is a novella, and it will take a lot of trouble to adapt it into a TV drama script.

Perhaps seeing the embarrassment on Lin Weimin's face, Wang Feng's mind kept spinning, wondering what method to use to persuade Lin Weimin to agree to hand over the right to adapt the novel to CCTV.

"Mr. Lin, your works are all excellent works. If you adapt them rashly, they may lose their charm. I think you can be the editor-in-chief to check the script.

In addition, in terms of remuneration, CCTV will definitely give you a price that satisfies you. "

Wang Feng's words made Lin Weimin's eyes brighten. We are not such rigid people. Let's talk about the remuneration first.

"Then what, I'm also worried about the adaptation. As you know, Wang Tai, the editorial department is quite busy, and writing can't be easily let go..."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Lin, you are right to think about it." Seeing that Lin Weimin was showing signs of loosening, Wang Feng immediately hit the snake with the stick, "You may as well tell me if you have any concerns, I will try my best to satisfy you. .”

Lin Weimin shook his head, "I don't have too many requirements. I certainly can't participate too much in the adaptation of the script, but my request is that the final draft of the script must be approved by me. In addition, random changes are not allowed during shooting, even if it is One word, but also with my permission."

Nowadays, the profession of screenwriting has not reached the point where a cat or a dog can be manipulated by anyone in the later generations. It is very respected in the creative process, so this request made by Lin Weimin seems normal to Wang Feng.

Even the "permission to change a word" is a bit strict, but it is not unacceptable to obtain the right to adapt Lin Weimin's works.

"This is no problem. The script, the script, the script of a play, we definitely respect Mr. Lin, your right as a screenwriter."

Lin Weimin nodded slightly, "The other thing is the choice of actors..."

"You write the novel, and no one knows better than you what kind of actor is suitable for the role."

Wang Tai knows how to be a human being, and Mr. Lin expressed that he felt full respect.

"Then there is the manuscript fee..."

CCTV is a national TV station anyway, so it can't be too shabby, right?

Lin Weimin looked at Wang Feng, and waited for him to make an offer. After talking for a long time, this was the point.

Wang Feng understood immediately, and only hesitated for a few seconds. He gritted his teeth and said, "The remuneration will be 3000 yuan. What do you think, Mr. Lin?"

3000 yuan is definitely a lot of money for domestic film and television creations these days. The scriptwriting fee for a movie or TV series is usually less than [-] yuan.

Of course, Wang Feng's shouting of this price was definitely not out of the blue.

He is a member of the literary and art circles, so he naturally knows the scope of the manuscript fee for a work like Lin Weimin's publication of a novel. 3000 yuan is basically equivalent to Lin Weimin's publication of a novel.

The price is quite honest.

Teacher Lin nodded in satisfaction, and really felt Wang Tai's sincerity.

Still the same sentence, the price is not important, what is needed is respect.

"Okay, I agree."

Lin Weimin finally let go, and Wang Feng felt a burst of joy in his heart.

After laughing a few times, he stopped suddenly, looking happy, Mr. Lin didn't say which work he gave the right to adapt!
Or both?

　The second update, there is another update in the afternoon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)