1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 302 Everyone is Blessed to Have You
A few days later in the morning, the office should be quiet at this time of weekdays, but today it was a little restless.

"Weimin, come in the morning?"

"Yes, I specially asked him to ask for leave."

Lin Weimin replied to He Qizhi.

That day, Lin Weimin asked Lao Qin to read the manuscript of "The King of Chess" and took it back to the office, which immediately aroused enthusiastic feedback from his colleagues.

It has been a long time since you have seen such a surprising work.

More importantly, this author named Ah Cheng seems to have jumped out of a crack in the rock, and everyone has never even heard of it before.

A few years before Ah Cheng returned to the city, he was very close to the "Today" group, and he was indispensable in many cultural activities in Yanjing in those years.

However, "Contemporary" and "Today" are completely different routes, so no one in the editorial department has heard of him.

An unknown newcomer, but his shots are so mature and amazing, everyone is curious about what kind of person this Ah Cheng is.

In the anticipation of everyone, Ah Cheng finally knocked on the door of the editorial office.

Just like Tang Sanzang who entered the Pansi Cave, he was immediately surrounded by many "fairies".

Ah Cheng was never afraid of big scenes.

In the face of many editors who are full of interest in him, he can deal with it freely, interspersing a few short jokes in the chat from time to time, making everyone laugh.

In less than an hour, all the colleagues in the editorial department were full of affection for Ah Cheng.

I believe even more that novels like "The King of Chess" were written by him.

"Okay, okay, it's almost done, I'm here to collect the manuscript fee bill, and I have to go back to work later."

Lin Weimin interrupted the enthusiastic chat of his colleagues and rescued Ah Cheng from a group of people.

Lin Weimin went to get the manuscript fee bill from Ah Cheng, handed it to him, and said jokingly: "You should stop coming to our editorial department in the future, it will directly affect our work efficiency!"

Ah Cheng smiled, but stopped when he was about to speak, his eyes saw the numbers on the manuscript fee bill.

"140 yuan!" Ah Cheng exclaimed.

The total number of words in "The King of Chess" is only 140 words, and [-] yuan, which is the standard of ten yuan for a thousand words.

Although Ah Cheng has never published works in journals, he has been in the cultural circle for several years, so he is naturally clear about the current standard of manuscript fees.

Thousand words and ten yuan is already the top standard for most publications.

Lin Weimin said: "The quality of "The King of Chess" is very high, so the manuscript fee must be worthy of its quality."

The momentum of "Contemporary" in the past two years has been very strong, and it has already become the top spot in the field of domestic literary publications.

Publishing a novel in such a publication still gets a fee of ten yuan per thousand words.

Although Ah Cheng helped his father to publish books before, it was the first time for Ah Cheng to have his work published in a real publication.

Can get such attention, who can not be excited and delighted?

Ah Cheng laughed happily, saying that scholars die for their confidantes, and now he deeply understands this feeling.

Lin Weimin patted Ah Cheng on the shoulder, "If you have any manuscripts in hand in the future, remember to send them to us."

Ah Cheng nodded, "No problem."

Even for this manuscript fee, I have to send it!
These days, there are not many publications as generous as "Contemporary"!

Lin Weimin took out a package wrapped in newspaper from the desk drawer and handed it to Ah Cheng.

Ah Cheng opened the newspaper, and there were several ancient books inside. He was surprised.

"This……"

"At my house that day, I saw that you liked these books, so I gave them to you!" Lin Weimin said.

Ah Cheng's usual calm mood was broken.

From the fact that when he went to the countryside to jump in the queue, he had to travel thousands of miles to carry a large box of books on his back. It is known that he is a book lover.

Not to mention that the few books that Lin Weimin gave him are all extremely rare ancient books, and their value cannot be measured by money.

"This...I..."

Ah Cheng, who has always been eloquent, was a little tongue-tied for a while.

Lin Weimin said with a smile at this time: "It's a celebration of your first novel being published in our "Contemporary". In the future, write well and try to publish more novels. It is best to publish them as a collection."

Faced with Lin Weimin's best wishes, Ah Cheng said nothing, but nodded heavily with firm eyes.

"Ok!"

After seeing off Ah Cheng, Lin Weimin returned to the office.

One pair after another stared at him, wherever he went, even Lin Weimin's thick skin was somewhat unbearable.

"What are you doing?" He couldn't help asking.

Liu Yin sighed: "I finally know why your kid is so good at drafting manuscripts!"

"Why?" Lin Weimin asked.

Liu Yin gave him a deep look, but didn't speak.

He Qizhi said quietly: "Do what you like, give both grace and power, and use both soft and hard."

Yao Shuzhi added: "The most important thing is to spend money!"

Others nodded in agreement, the latter sentence is too important.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but cast aside: "Vulgar! Too vulgar! Your thinking is so narrow!"

It's a pity that his method works well for those authors, but it doesn't seem to work well for his colleagues.

Everyone scoffed at his words.

Everyone is envious of this kid's skills, but he really can't learn it!

The manuscript fee of hundreds or thousands of yuan can be borrowed whenever you want, and rare ancient books that are not cheap at first glance can be given away as soon as you want.

If this group of people survives to later generations, they will probably spit at Lin Weimin and curse: "You fucking RMB players!"

On another day, Rong Shihui had been discharged from the hospital and was recuperating at home. Lin Weimin took his place to teach the students at the Institute of Literature.

With the communication in the previous class, the students are not unfamiliar with him, and the atmosphere in the class is very harmonious. Lin Weimin's friendly and humorous style won everyone's welcome.

At the end of a class, Lin Weimin did not leave in a hurry after class, but chatted with everyone.

Each of these students is an author who has published works or even won a national award. Many of them can be transferred to the Literary Association to become full-time writers. They are all potential contributors to "Contemporary".

In Lin Weimin's eyes, these are all good leeks!

It would be unforgiving to miss such an opportunity!

Everyone chatted and chatted about the recent major events of the Institute of Literature.

Recently, two major events have been circulating in the institute.

One is that there will be an exam in the second half of the year. Once the students of the seventh literary editing class and the eighth literary creation class pass the exam, they will be admitted to Yenching University after graduating from the institute He joined the writer class of the Chinese Department to study for one year, graduated before the summer vacation of 1987, and was awarded a four-year undergraduate diploma from Yenching University.

Another thing is that the Literary Association is reporting to the higher authorities that the Institute of Literature, the cradle of Chinese writers, will be transformed into a National Academy of Literature.

Listening to the name, the National Academy of Letters is more than ten or twenty blocks more magnificent than the Institute of Literature.

These two things go hand in hand.There have been rumors since Lin Weimin and the others entered the Literary Research Institute, and for the sake of academic qualifications, the institute specially sent a report to the Ministry through the Literary Association, but it was a pity that it failed.

Otherwise, Mr. Lin is now a master's degree from Yenching University.

That's right, the Institute of Literature and Literature back then dared to think so much, and dared to obtain a six-year master's degree from Yanda University after three months of training.

"You guys, it's really a good time. After graduation, you can get a graduation certificate from Yanda University." Lin Weimin said with a sigh.

"Mr. Lin, you were not bad back then! We have heard that those who gave you lectures were all masters. Didn't you worship Mr. Wan as your teacher when you were in the Institute of Literature?"

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "You guys are quite clear about your inquiries!"

"You don't need to inquire about your gossip, some people say it."

Lin Weimin questioned: "What did you say just now? The group of lecturers back then were all masters. You mean that our group of teachers is not good enough?"

The person who answered the conversation suddenly couldn't answer, and his face was embarrassed, which made everyone laugh.

Everyone naturally knew that Lin Weimin was joking.

After everyone laughed, Lin Weimin said seriously: "Our group is indeed a bit special. After all, it is the first student class of the Institute of Arts and Sciences to resume its operation. More or less, there will be some preferential treatment."

"We were incomparable with you now. At that time, the Institute of Literature and Literature still borrowed the house of School D of the Chaoyang District Committee. The classrooms used their canteens, and the dormitories were their offices."

When Lin Weimin said this, everyone couldn't help but nod.

Now that the Institute of Literature and Literature has moved to Balizhuang and has an independent school building, the conditions must be much better than before.

"However, no matter what the external conditions are, the most important thing is to come to the institute to improve yourself. Everyone who can come to study in the institute is recommended by various publications. Everyone has published works, and some You have also won national awards, compared to most people who want to take the path of literature, you are already very lucky."

When Lin Weimin spoke, Cheng Shixu, a classmate, was in his mind.

"I hope that when you come to the Institute of Literature and Literature, don't take this experience as a qualification, but as an opportunity to learn and improve."

The students heard the hope in Lin Weimin's words and were very moved.

After communicating with the students, Lin Weimin left the classroom, and he had to go to the next class later.

After leaving the classroom, Lin Weimin did not leave the Literature Research Institute immediately, but found the director Xu Gang.

I asked about the cooperation between the Cultural Association and Wuhan University.

"Why do you ask this?" Xu Gang asked curiously.

Lin Weimin pondered for a while, and said, "I asked Cheng Shixu for help, do you still have any impression, Director?"

"I have an impression of Cheng Shixu, the young man is very serious about learning, and he is serious about everything he does."

"After the training, Shi Xu went back to his hometown. In the past few years..."

After listening to Lin Weimin's account of Cheng Shixu's situation in the past few years, Xu Gang couldn't help but sigh.

"Creating this kind of thing not only depends on talent, but also luck sometimes. Cheng Shixu's writing skills are no problem."

"Yeah, it should be entering the bottleneck period. So I thought that I should take this opportunity to let him go for further studies, maybe he will get a miraculous effect."

Xu Gang nodded, "Your idea is right."

He patted the armrest of the chair, "After all, he is a student from our literary research institute, so leave this matter to me!"

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Then thank you very much, Director!"

"What can I thank you for?" Xu Gang looked at Lin Weimin with a sincere expression, "It is a good thing for everyone to have you in the fifth issue of the Institute of Literature and Literature. It seems that everyone can ask you for help. Last time it was Guo Yudao , this time it's Cheng Shixu."

When Xu Gang mentioned Guo Yudao, the smile on Lin Weimin's face disappeared, "It's a pity for Lao Guo!"

"Yes!" Xu Gang also looked regretful.

(End of this chapter)