1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 318 Looking up and seeing the Big Dipper

Located in Weigong Village, Zhongguancun South Street, the military art is in the northwest corner of Yanjing City. It is close to the third ring road of later generations, and it is more than ten kilometers away from Chaonei Street.

If Mo Yan came by himself by bus, it would take more than an hour at least, and the registration would definitely be late.

That's why Lin Weimin drove him here in person.

At the end of August, on the eve of the beginning of the military art school, under the big poplar tree on the right side of the military art gate, a few tables were temporarily set up, and several staff members in the department were there.

Seeing the Crown car stop, several people looked surprised, and seeing Mo Yan get off the car, they secretly guessed the identity of this person.

Mo Yan took out his ID and admission notice, filled out various forms, and the staff gave him a key to the dormitory.

Asking the staff to help open the gate, Lin Weimin pulled Mo Yan into the school.

At this time, many students have returned to school, and some are new students who came to report.

The majestic Crown drove across the campus, attracting the attention of many students.

Seeing a crown on a campus in the 80s is even rarer than seeing a Maybach on a campus in later generations.

Feeling the attention of the students along the way, including the reaction of the staff when they entered the door, Mo Yan was in a delicate mood.

Crown stopped downstairs in the school dormitory. He and Lin Weimin moved their luggage down and found their own dormitory.

There are four iron beds in the dormitory, four brand-new apricot-yellow writing desks, and four chairs with electroplated red plastic cushions.

Mo Yan was a little excited. Compared with his living environment in the army, this dormitory was considered luxurious.

While Mo Yan was packing his things, someone walked into the dormitory with a washbasin, and Lin Weimin was delighted to see it.

"Li Cunbao?"

Li Cunbao looked at Lin Weimin, a little surprised, and the two shook hands.

Li Cunbao is the author of the novel "A Garland Under the Mountain". He and Lin Weimin won the National Excellent Novella Award at the same time the year before last, and they met once.

Lin Weimin introduced Mo Yan to Li Cunbao, "Mo Yan is the author I am responsible for."

Then he said: "You guys are really a hidden dragon and crouching tiger this year!"

"It's better to meet by chance than to invite each other. Let's have dinner together tonight!" Lin Weimin issued an invitation.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other two people in the dormitory appeared together as if they had heard his words.

One is Qian Gang, who won the National Reportage Award, and the other is Song Xuewu, a military writer from Lin Weimin's hometown.

"Okay, let's go together."

Lin Weimin warmly invited.

It can be said that the four people in Moyan's dormitory have achieved good results on the road of writing. After successfully entering the Department of Military Art and Literature, their future is even more limitless.

It's another crop of good leeks, don't cut it and waste it.

However, under Lin Weimin's warm invitation, Li Cunbao and the others couldn't refuse their kindness.

What's more, Lin Weimin's status and status are here, and several people also want to make friends.

Weigong Village was a bit deserted, and Li Cunbao and the others were still thinking about where would be the best place to go out for dinner, when they saw Lin Weimin open the door of the Crown car.

……

Including Mo Yan, several students looked at each other and got into the car silently.

It took more than two hours to have a meal. It was after nine o'clock when Lin Weimin sent Mo Yan and the other four back to the dormitory, and it was completely dark. Fortunately, Lin Weimin drove.

After Lin Weimin left, Li Cunbao couldn't help asking, "Moyan, Lin... Teacher is so kind to you!"

He didn't want to call Lin Weimin "Teacher Lin", but when he thought that Mo Yan always called him that, and he wanted to call Lin Weimin by his first name, Mo Yan might feel uncomfortable.

Mo Yan didn't talk much, but when it came to the topic of Lin Weimin, he was particularly eager to participate.

"Ms. Lin is kind to everyone. He is not only good to me, but also my benefactor!"

"benefactor?"

Several other people looked at him with surprised eyes, not knowing where to start.

During the meal just now, neither Lin Weimin nor Mo Yan mentioned much about their acquaintance. Everyone only knew that Lin Weimin sent Mo Yan to sign up this time.

Mo Yan said: "You all know my "Folk Tale" and "Transparent Carrot", right?"

Several people nodded.

Mo Yan recounted the experience of his acquaintance with Lin Weimin from the beginning. After listening to them, they were a little moved, and Qian Gang said: "This is really a kindness!"

Li Cunbao and Song Xuewu nodded in agreement.

"No, no, Teacher Lin's kindness to me is more than that..." Mo Yan then talked about the twists and turns of his enrollment in the Department of Military Art and Literature.

When everyone heard that Lin Weimin signed up for Moyan, they all found the leader of the Cultural Association who presided over the daily work, and they were full of envy.

At the same time, they felt the gap between them and Lin Weimin even more. It seemed that not only were they in the same car, but even the level of communication was different.

"This is really no ordinary kindness!" Several students sighed in unison.

Mo Yan didn't speak, but nodded seriously.

The four students who were unfamiliar at first had gradually become familiar with each other because of a meal, and with the common topic of "Lin Weimin", they chatted in the dormitory in full swing.

When Lin Weimin's car entered Junyi, he greeted the staff. He had already left work when he went out at night, and there were only guards at the door.

This is the difference between military arts and ordinary universities. The guards at the gate are all guards.

Lin Weimin got out of the car and said hello. After checking the registration information, the guards let him go.

As soon as he was about to get in the car, he heard a voice full of surprise.

"teacher LIN?"

Lin Weimin turned his head to look, and the first thing he saw was a pair of buck teeth in the dark, and then he looked closely at a tall, thin young man.

With the light at the gate of the military art gate, Lin Weimin looked familiar to the young man.

"Hey! Teacher Lin, it's really you! This is really looking up and seeing the Big Dipper!"

When Lin Weimin heard this sentence, he didn't mobilize his brain cells anymore. He was able to flatter so freshly and refinedly, and he didn't think second to the people Lin Weimin knew.

Steel cannon, Feng pants.

"you are……"

Lin Weimin pretended to be ignorant, and the pants at this time were indeed not well-known.

"My name is Feng Xiaogang, and I..."

"Comrade, please drive the car away, so as not to affect normal traffic."

Feng Xiaogang's words were interrupted by the guards, Lin Weimin said sorry, and quickly moved the car away. While he was moving the car, Feng Xiaogang followed his car closely, with eager eyes shining.

Lin Weimin drove the car to an unobstructed place outside the school gate, saw Feng Xiaogang was still standing outside the car waiting for him, rolled down the window and said, "It's just a coincidence today, it's so late, where are you going, I'll take you for a while! "

"Hey, thank you, thank you!"

Feng Xiaogang is a character who climbs along the road. He hurriedly thanked him and got into the car. After getting in the car, he looked left and right, "Your car is really good!"

It was dark in the carriage at night, and nothing could be seen.

The young man is young, and there is no truth in his mouth, no wonder you can get ahead.

Lin Weimin chatted with Feng Xiaogang while driving the car, he seemed extraordinarily approachable, which made Feng Xiaogang a little excited.

Chatting all the way, Feng Xiaogang knew everything, and told Lin Weimin his details clearly.

He just came back from the military major at the beginning of this year, and was assigned to the Publicity Section of Xizhimen Grain Warehouse. Just by the name, you can tell how bad this place is.

Comrade Gein trousers provoked an old comrade's daughter when he was in the army, but they didn't take a liking to him at all, they just used him as a shield.

The final result was that Comrade Pants didn't benefit at all, and the old comrade's anger was not unsatisfactory at all. The other comrades in arms were all assigned to the front of the public security, prosecution and law enforcement, but he became the "prefect of Xiliang".

The trousers were considered tough, so he directly chose to reject the job.After I came back, I asked people around to find a job. Every day when I had nothing to do, I mixed with Fa Xiao and my comrades to pass the time.

Just like that, time and time passed like this.

Comrade Pants gradually became uneasy. He didn't know how long this life would last.

Today he was invited by a comrade-in-arms to go to a party at someone's house. He didn't expect to see a few female soldiers who looked like flowers as soon as he entered the door. When he introduced them, they turned out to be military art.

Only then did he know that today was a veneer ball.

Comrade Pants was also assigned a female soldier comrade. After the dance, he volunteered to send the female soldier comrade back to school.

"Why don't you say it's all fate, if I didn't go to the dance party of my comrade-in-arms today, if I didn't send that female soldier back to Junyi, I would also meet you, Big Dipper!"

Lin Weimin asked with a smile: "The limelight has just passed, do you dare to hold a dance party?"

"Hey, I didn't know until I went there. If I had been told in advance, I wouldn't have dared to go."

When the car arrived near the Huayuan Bridge, Feng Xiaogang said, "Mr. Lin, just put me at the intersection of Sanlihe Road. My family lives in the third district of Sanlihe."

"That's not too far away. You'll save yourself the trouble of getting oily feet."

Feng Xiaogang smiled and showed his two big dies, "Thank you so much!"

When the car turned onto Sanlihe Road, Feng Xiaogang had nothing to say and said, "It's really a coincidence, our house is just a few steps away from Mr. Wan's house."

The fact that Lin Weimin is Mr. Wan's disciple is known to everyone in Beijing.

The high-rise building in Muxidi where he lives is just across Fuxingmenwai Street from Sanlihe District [-].

"Hehe, it's quite a fate."

The car soon stopped at the gate of the Academy of Sciences, and behind the Academy of Sciences was the Sanlihe District [-].

As soon as Feng Xiao got out of the car, he said to Lin Weimin through the car window, "Mr. Lin, it's an honor to meet you today. Thank you for sending me back."

"Don't be polite, you said it too, it's fate to meet you!"

"Yes, yes, I am so glad to meet you today, I really looked up and saw the Big Dipper!"

Feng Xiaogang repeated what he said just now, purely looking for something to say.

"That's it, see you later."

Lin Weimin waved his hand towards Feng Xiaogang, and the crown roared away.

Feng Xiaogang was left standing there, staring at the taillights of Crown's car in a daze.

"Great writers are different!" Feng Xiaogang muttered to himself.

What Feng Xiaogang said was not a lie. For him who was unemployed at home, Lin Weimin was really like the Big Dipper in the sky, a figure he could only see but not reach.

He was talking endlessly in the car, just to have a relationship with others.It's a pity that this teacher Lin is kind and friendly, but he probably still doesn't like himself in his bones.

The moment he stood under the car just now, Feng Xiaogang had the urge to ask Mr. Lin if he could find a job for him.

But rationality and self-esteem allowed him to restrain this impulse. He had known each other for less than half an hour, and he was asking for a job without mentioning Mr. Lin's feelings.

He looked up at the sky, the Big Dipper was still hanging there, and he couldn't see it.

August passed by in a flash, and Ah Cheng's "The King of Trees" was published on "Contemporary" in September.

There was "The King of Chess" before, and "The King of Trees" later, the mature style inherited in the same strain, and the quality was evenly matched, which made Ah Cheng gain the love of countless readers.

Affected by "Tree King", this issue of "Contemporary" has been extremely fast since its launch.

With two short stories in a row, Ah Cheng gained fame in the literary world.

At the same time, "Contemporary" has also been praised by readers for its "unique insight" because it published Ah Cheng's works in two consecutive issues.

Comrade Lao Meng looked at the letter from the reader, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly. Lin Weimin said helplessly: "If you can't bear it, don't bear it anymore, it's hard work!"

Meng Weizai glared at Lin Weimin, and finally burst out laughing.

"Good! Good! Weimin, you have trained an outstanding writer for our "Contemporary" again."

Lin Weimin said: "I trained him, he is a great talent!"

"Oh? I haven't heard anyone with such a high evaluation from you."

"Seek truth from facts, and you will know when you meet him next time."

"Hearing what you said, I'm really looking forward to it."

Meng Weizai put a few letters from readers back on the table, and said to Lin Weimin: "I'll go to the front building when I have time, and I want to ask you to study the publication of "The Story of Robbers."

It's been half a year since the publication of "Pirates of Officials", and the club finally thought of publishing it.

Lin Weimin went to the front building. Actually, there was nothing to talk about. His novels have never been worried about selling. The difference is whether the number of first prints should be conservative.

Among all his published novels, the best-selling novel is "Farewell My Concubine". The total sales volume has exceeded 350 million, and the additional printing fee alone can bring Lin Weimin nearly [-] yuan every year. .

In the past two years, the Guowen Society paid tens of thousands of yuan each year to Lin Weimin for reprinting and republishing each novel.

This figure is of course a drizzle for the overseas manuscript fees of Lin Weimin's novel publishing, but in today's domestic literary world, Lin Weimin's manuscript fees are unique, leaving all his colleagues far behind.

When it comes to manuscript fees, prices are now fluctuating, and the manuscript fee standards are also showing signs of loosening. The maximum manuscript fee standard for many publications has gone to 20 yuan per thousand characters. Lin Weimin also has to fight for his own rights.

According to the number of orders reported by bookstores and post offices in various places, the first printing quantity set by the agency for "Roots of Officials" is still 50 copies, which is a ceiling in the current domestic publishing industry.

It's not that it's impossible for Lin Weimin's novels to sell more than 50 copies, but that any more would be unnecessary.

Book sales are cyclical, and no matter how fast 50 copies are sold, it will take three months.

If there are too many first prints, it will take up too much funds, and it will also prevent the risk of slow sales.

After a few reprimands from Mrs. Wei, Lin Weimin increased the basic remuneration for publishing to 25 yuan per thousand characters, and this time the remuneration for the number of prints reached 75 yuan per thousand words, and the total reached 100 yuan per thousand words.

In 84, this figure was a sky-high price for the domestic publishing industry.

But in fact, based on the price of one yuan for a book, 50 books are 50 yuan in sales. 20 yuan.

If calculated using the calculation method of royalties, the remuneration paid by the Guowen Society to Lin Weimin is actually only equivalent to 4% of the royalties.

Lin Weimin left the editor's office and sighed slightly.

We writers have a long way to go if we want to live a life of wealth and freedom through writing!

(End of this chapter)