1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 306 This Foundation Is Not Simple
Going to Shi Tiesheng's house on weekends is a rare rest and relaxation for Lin Weimin.

When he got home in the evening, he picked up Zheng Yi's "Old Well" and revised it.

"Old Well" has little in common with Lin Weimin's writing style. It describes the life of ancestors on the Loess Plateau for generations, with a touch of horror and fantasy romanticism, and at the same time it is full of realism.

After staying up for another night, more than half of the manuscript of "Old Well" was revised. This efficiency is not known to be much faster than Zheng Yi's revision.

The next day when he went to work, Lin Weimin first went to the hospital. Zheng Yi's condition was very good, and he was observed in the hospital for two days without any problems.

Seeing Lin Weimin, he clamored to be discharged from the hospital. Lin Weimin wanted him to stay in the hospital for another two days, but he was determined and insisted on leaving the hospital.

Lin Weimin had no choice but to take him back to the Guowen Society. Once he entered the guest house in the back building, Zheng Yi appeared like a Jingjiehu. Everyone had weird eyes and a little fear behind them.

"Did you see it? Who dares to get close to you for the trouble you made?"

Zheng Yi was also a little ashamed, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Lin."

"I'm sorry, so don't say it, don't be so excited when doing things in the future, let your temper go."

The two entered the dormitory, and the blood on the ground had been wiped clean. Zheng Yi found that the manuscript on the table was gone, and said anxiously: "My manuscript..."

"The manuscript is with me!"

Lin Weimin asked Zheng Yi to sit down first, and explained: "When something happened to you, the leaders in the club murmured in their hearts. They were afraid that you would kill yourself with a knife because of depression because the draft revision was not going well. I took this matter away. , during this period of time, if you have time, go out and relax, don't think about those useless things."

What Lin Weimin said was half true and half false.

"Then how can I do it? Teacher Lin, I am here to revise the manuscript, so I can't trouble you."

"It's okay. You are just a novella, so you won't delay much. I did this because you still have injuries on your hands. It is definitely inconvenient to use your hands to modify the manuscript. So, you can rest at ease and heal your injuries. You can go wherever you want to play." Where to go to play."

Seeing Lin Weimin's sincere expression, Zheng Yi became more and more embarrassed, and kept apologizing to Lin Weimin, "It's all because of me!"

"Don't say that. We are all young people, so we can't help but think about it. Just figure it out. Don't even think about the manuscript. I'll finish it for you, and you can read it yourself. If you agree, we can use it again. If there is anything else Thoughts, at that time, I guess your hands are almost good, and then you can change it yourself.”

Lin Weimin thought about everything for Zheng Yi, which moved him, "Teacher Lin..."

"Okay, that's it. I gotta go to work, be nice to everyone, you scared everyone that day."

Lin Weimin did not forget to tell Zheng Yi before leaving.

"Ok."

Back on the second floor, Lin Weimin first went to report the situation to Meng Weizai.

"You can keep an eye on him, don't make any problems."

"understood!"

Lin Weimin replied helplessly.

Mr. Lin locked so many authors into the small dark room, and Zheng Yi was the first to make a fuss, which made him a little depressed.

Could it be that he was punished for doing too much of this?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Teacher Lin wholeheartedly serves the authors, how could such a thing happen.

Lin Weimin is doing psychological construction for himself.

When I returned to the office, I saw Zhang Zhonge chatting with a wealthy middle-aged man in his 50s and [-]s.

"Weimin, you just came back, let me introduce you."

Zhang Zhonge stood up and pulled Lin Weimin over, "This is Comrade Zhang Qi, who published a novel "Reformer" in our "Contemporary" before. Now he is the leader of the Cultural Association, and I came here specially to find you."

Find me?

Lin Weimin was surprised and shook hands with Zhang Qi.

He has an impression of the work "The Reformer", not only published, but also published by the Guowen Society.

Zhang Qi first introduced himself a few words. He had just been transferred to the head of the permanent organization of the All-China Cultural Association in the first half of the year.

The two exchanged some pleasantries, and Lin Weimin saw that Zhang Qi hadn't explained why he came, so he knew that it might not be convenient to talk about it in front of everyone, so he dragged him to an empty dormitory in the guest house on the third floor.

"You are here this time..."

Only then did Zhang Qi explain his intention.

He used to work in the local literary association and often visited the old seniors, but it made him feel very heavy.

Contrary to imagination, many writers live a very poor life. Some of them are not only in financial difficulties during their lifetime, but also have problems with funeral expenses and arrangement of survivors after death.

So when he was in the local area, he often solved difficulties for many writers with difficult conditions.

Calling back to the All-China Literary Association, the first task Zhang Qi set for himself was to do his best to help writers in difficult conditions in China.

"Without money, it is easier said than done to do practical and good deeds for writers!"

At the end of Zhang Qi's speech, he couldn't help sighing.

Lin Weimin had been listening carefully while he was speaking.

If this matter is put to later generations, Lin Weimin's first reaction may be that this person is taking the opportunity to make money.

But in the 80s, Lin Weimin didn't have any doubts about Zhang Qi, and even had some admiration in his heart.

The errand he had found for himself was a hard one. If he wanted to spend money, he had to raise money first.

Where is the money going?
If the government can give it to him, there is no need to come out for alms, so the funds can only come from the private sector.

A person engaged in literature, went to various places to find people for alms, told them that you would donate some money, and he knew the difficulty of this matter.

Regardless of the fact that the national newspaper and magazine market has been booming in the past few years, new publications are born almost every day, but in fact, there are less than a hundred literary publications that have been able to survive.

Among these nearly a hundred literary journals, almost half of the manuscripts are works of well-known writers, and the rest of the pages are for those literary lovers and lesser-known writers to compete for.

Just like Lin Weimin, when he wanted to publish a manuscript, any publishing house or editorial department would welcome it with open arms.

Another example is Mo Yan, when he was not well-known, his works could only be published in places like "Lianchi".

The literary bimonthly "Lianchi" is called "Lianchi" because their editorial office is in a room temporarily borrowed by the management office of Lianchi Park.

After a period of time, "Lianchi" was renamed "Fiction Creation", and later it was discontinued due to insufficient funds.

This is the ultimate fate of most literary publications in the country today.

Among the millions of literary creators and literary lovers across the country, there are less than a thousand writers who are famous enough to be welcomed by publications.

Don’t look at the fact that these people may publish a work for hundreds, thousands, or even thousands of dollars, but many people often publish a work for one or two years, or for several years, and their average income is not higher than that of ordinary people. How many.

There are very few writers like Lin Weimin who are extremely efficient.

The rest, no matter whether they are part-time writers who have joined the Literary Association or pure literature lovers, there are very few people who live a prosperous life by writing.

The state of a small number of them is that they have their own jobs, write in their spare time, and occasionally publish an article, which is equivalent to an extra fortune and improved their lives in the near future.

More people get nothing but wasting money on stamps, envelopes, and manuscript paper.

Lin Weimin thought for a while before he realized that the reason why he had the idea of ​​making money doing literature in the 80s was entirely due to the deviation of survivors.

You must know that except for the first year of time travel, the rest of his time is almost spent in the field of professional literary creation, and all the people around him are famous and well-known industry leaders in China.

Even Cheng Shixu, who has recently been troubled by the fact that his works cannot be published in national literary journals, wants to publish something in ordinary local magazines. It doesn't take much effort. questionable.

"Why did you think of looking for me?" Lin Weimin asked.

Zhang Qi laughed, "It's a bit embarrassing to say it, but I heard that your previous novel was published in the United States and received a large amount of royalties."

"Then I belong to Lucai!" Lin Weimin joked.

The two chatted for a few more words, and Zhang Qi asked Lin Weimin if he would donate some money, but Lin Weimin fell silent.

Seeing this, Zhang Qi asked, "Do you have any concerns? Why don't you just tell me..."

After Zhang Qi finished speaking in a sincere tone, Lin Weimin was still thinking.

The fact that he has money now belongs to his reputation.

Zhang Qi came to ask for alms today, it is inappropriate for him not to donate.

Moreover, Lin Weimin feels that he has indeed made a lot of money by writing in the past few years, and occasionally giving back to the society can also give him a sense of accomplishment other than the achievements he has made in writing.

Since we must donate, how much to donate, how little to donate, and where to use the donated money are problems.

Lin Weimin pondered: "May I ask, if I donate the money, what do you plan to do with it?"

"My idea is to set up a foundation, and if funds are raised, there are several ways the funds will be used.

One is to give certain subsidies to writers with poor conditions, including the situations I mentioned to you before;
The second is some cultural undertakings that help promote the development of literature, such as donating books to schools, holding reading activities, etc.;

The third is that if there is spare capacity, national literary awards and literary projects can be held. "

After Zhang Qi finished talking about these points, he said with some embarrassment: "These are just my own random thoughts. How much I can really do depends on how much money I can raise. If there is less money, I will do my best. The idea is to help those comrades who are poor. If there is more money, we can do more things, and that would be beautiful!"

Lin Weimin nodded and said, "It's a good idea to establish a foundation. Is it done through the Cultural Association?"

"There is no specific charter yet, and I am also working on this matter recently. You also know the difficulty of setting up a foundation in our country. The only thing that is certain is the name of the foundation."

The foundation, an imported product, entered the Chinese market in 1981, and it was still a novelty for Chinese people.

Three years ago, the All-China Women's Federation, the Federation of Trade Unions, the Communist Youth League and other national associations and units jointly launched my country's first national foundation, the China Children and Teenagers' Foundation, marking the emergence of my country's foundations from scratch.

Since then, a number of foundations have been established one after another, such as the Soong Ching Ling Foundation and the China Disabled Persons Welfare Foundation in 1982.

However, since our country has no clear management regulations on the operation and management of foundations, government departments are very cautious in the procedures for approving foundations.

Just looking at the names of the foundations established in recent years, you can know that it is not so easy for a unit like the Cultural Association to apply for a foundation.

"Oh? What's your name?" Lin Weimin asked with interest.

"Chinese Literature Foundation, what do you think of this name?" After Zhang Qi finished speaking, he looked at Lin Weimin expectantly.

Chinese Literature Foundation?
So familiar?
Lin Weimin slapped his thigh and remembered that before time travel, he had participated in a reading activity organized by the Chinese Literature Foundation in college, and he also learned a little about the history of this foundation.

This foundation is not easy!

(End of this chapter)