1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 330 It Has to Be You

When he came to the Institute of Literature and Literature again, Lin Weimin was warmly received by Xu Gang.

He pulled him to sit on the sofa, poured him tea, asked him how he was, and finally said, "I heard that you have been appointed editor-in-chief?"

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "You are really well-informed about this news. I only found out about it just after I came back. The higher-ups issued a document stating that a retired veteran comrade is not suitable to be the editor-in-chief. That's why the agency wanted to mention me."

Xu Gangxiang looked at Lin Weimin, and said with a bit of admiration: "You're only 25? You're the editor-in-chief of "Contemporary"!"

Then he said: "Wan Lao wrote "Thunderstorm" at the age of 23 and "Sunrise" at the age of 25. You are a student and a teacher!"

Lin Weimin said: "Director, if you continue to boast like this, I can't stay in this room anymore."

The two laughed twice before talking about business.

Since 83, the Liberal Arts Research Institute has been actively preparing for the Liberal Arts Academy.In November, two months ago, the Ministry of Rites finally agreed to the report of the Association of Literature on transforming the Institute of Literature into the National Academy of Literature.

In December, the signboard that had been hanging for decades was taken down. Meng Weizai said that the Institute of Literature was an old habit, and it should be called "National Academy of Literature" now.

The Literary Research Institute has been transformed into a Liberal Arts College, which will soon be included in the national higher education system. The admissions standards, examination methods, academic system, teaching plans, and facilities are all looking like those of colleges and universities, and are developing towards normalization.

In view of the actual situation in the literary world, the School of Liberal Arts still plans to hold short-term advanced courses to help literary practitioners who cannot study for a long time due to various reasons.

Lin Weimin only found out after chatting with Xu Gang that the new dean is about to take office, and he, the former director, is about to abdicate.

"In the future, the running of the Faculty of Liberal Arts will become more and more formal, and if you publish two articles like before, there will be fewer and fewer cases where you can come in and study after being recommended by a publication.

I just thought, while I am still here, I will make another plan for those comrades who have no future, and let everyone come in to study and study. I am afraid that such opportunities will become less and less in the future! "

This time, Xu Gang not only informed the "Contemporary", but also the major publications that had a good relationship with the Institute of Literature.

Let everyone report all the students who can sign up as soon as possible. Xu Gang hopes to do his best for everyone at the end of his term.

After Xu Gang finished speaking with emotion, Lin Weimin was a little silent.

Through the conversation with Xu Gang, he has already seen the current situation of the Faculty of Arts.

Although the former literary research institute was also under the management of the literary association, it still had some autonomy relatively speaking. A few years ago, when short-term training courses were held, students were recommended by publications from all over the country. autonomy.

But now, with the establishment of the Faculty of Liberal Arts, a group of fresh blood is being injected into the Faculty of Liberal Arts.You can't say that this is killing the donkey or killing the donkey. After all, the literary research institute has been upgraded to a liberal arts college. When it expands, it always needs to increase new forces.

However, it has to be admitted that the influence of the Arts Association on the Faculty of Literary Arts is increasing, and it is impossible for the Faculty of Literary Arts in the future to be as autonomous as before.

Not only because of Xu Gang’s resignation, but also in the selection of students, the Faculty of Liberal Arts can no longer have the right to make decisions like before. They have to listen to the Literary Association, and it is impossible to directly connect with publications in various places.

Thinking of these things, Lin Weimin's heart was full of embarrassment.

He has no way to evaluate whether this change is good or bad, but the study experience at the Institute of Literature is an indelible memory for him, and he naturally leans towards the Institute of Literature in his heart.

"Go back and communicate with the authors of "Contemporary", just report the list. I will communicate with the Cultural Association here. For the last time, they will give them some face." Xu Gang said to Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin nodded, "Okay, I'll make a list when I get back, and hand it over to you as soon as possible."

Leaving Xu Gang's office, Lin Weimin met two familiar faces and said hello.

After coming out of the Faculty of Arts, he couldn't help but look back.

Brand new buildings, brand new school buildings, brand new environment, everything is brand new.

His eyes stayed on the sign hanging at the school gate, which was newly replaced.

A new National Academy of Letters was established.

No more literary institutes!
Lin Weimin's eyes were full of melancholy, he thought of Shi Tiesheng's trip to northern Shaanxi, how similar it was!

Returning to the National Cultural Society to make a job with Meng Weizai, Meng Weizai once again pushed the task of contacting students to Lin Weimin.

"You are young and have just become the editor-in-chief. This is an exercise for you."

Exercise a hammer, you old... Comrade, you are so righteous even when you are lazy, no wonder you can be a leader.

I went back to the editorial department to discuss with my colleagues. We made a list of the authors in our hands, and contacted the editors one by one according to how optimistic they were.

First, send the list to the National Academy of Letters for Xu Gang to review, and after confirming the candidates, Lin Weimin began to make contacts, and he personally went to find the candidates in Yanjing.

Lin Weimin went to Wang Shuo first.

"I can't go, I have to cook for Shen Xujia!"

"What's the important thing about cooking, let her deal with it by herself. This time is a rare opportunity."

"It's hard to come by, isn't it just to mix with people, don't go!"

Lin Weimin came out of Wang Shuo's house cursing, and ran to the labor reform bureau where Haiyan was working.

"No, Mr. Lin, as you can see, I don't have time for work at all."

Lin Weimin looked at the surrounding copper walls and steel fences, and dared not speak.

He finally went to Ah Cheng's house, Ah Cheng gave more face than Wang Shuo and Hai Yan, when he heard that Lin Weimin recommended him to study in the Academy of Arts, he acted very happy, he took Lin Weimin to chat, and finally said, He actually doesn't like socializing, and he doesn't like the way of studying in the liberal arts school.

Teacher Lin came out of Ah Cheng's house with a dark face, and couldn't help spitting bitterly.

As long as he counts you as the worst, what are you doing for a long time if you don't go and chat?
Teacher Lin was rejected for a circle and felt deeply frustrated.

All my men are gods like him!

Back at the Guowen Society, he took up the phone in the office confidently, and kicked out Comrade Lao Meng by the way, making excuses that Lao Meng couldn't refuse.

"Go and have a heart-to-heart talk with Lao Tan, he is in a bad mood these days."

Lin Weimin was left alone in the office, and he started making phone calls.

Zhijiang, Haiyan.

The noon in the cultural center was quiet and serene. Yu Hua was sleeping soundly on a camp bed in the office, but was woken up by someone.

"I have a call for you!" said colleague Haiping.

Yu Hua yawned, feeling sleepy, and picked up the phone, "Hi, I'm Yu Hua, who is it?"

"Hey, Teacher Lin, hello, hello, what are you calling me for?"

"National Academy of Letters? Refresher class?"

"I would like to, of course I would!"

"I'll go to the unit and tell the leader, don't worry, I will definitely go."

"Okay, okay, goodbye!"

The call lasted only 2 minutes, and Yu Hua's sleepiness had long since disappeared, replaced by joy and excitement.

He almost ran back to the office, Haiping was lying on his camp bed, flipping through a book of "Red and Black".

He glanced at Yu Hua, saw that his face was full of joy, and asked, "What's so good about this?"

Yu Hua excitedly said: "Good news! Great news! I'm going to study at the National Academy of Arts!"

"National Academy of Letters? Sounds familiar!" Haiping suddenly remembered something, got up and went to the table to rummage around, and finally found a piece of "Literary News" from last month.

In a corner of the "Literary News", an article the size of a tofu block was written about the official establishment of the "National Academy of Letters".

"National Academy of Liberal Arts is the Institute of Literature, Teacher Lin studied there!" Yu Hua shouted loudly.

Looking at Yu Hua's excited appearance, Haiping couldn't help feeling a little envious and jealous.

This is the National Academy of Letters!
Haiping works in a cultural center and knows a lot about the literary world.Its predecessor, the Institute of Literature, has been established since the 50s, not to mention its previous glorious history.

Let’s just talk about those writers who have come out of the Institute of Literature in the past 80 years, Lin Weimin, Jiang Zilong, Gu Hua, Huang Anyi, Jin Ying...

Although the student classes in the next few sessions were not as strong as those in the 80s, they also produced a lot of talents.

Being able to enter such a place to study is not just as simple as learning or plating a layer of gold, even the improvement of contacts is a qualitative leap!
While Yu Huaxing was yelling happily, an old man pushed the door open, "What are you doing? I heard you all making noise in the corridor!"

Seeing the old man, Yu Hua rushed in front of him, startling the old man.

"Curator, I want to ask for leave!"

"What kind of leave are you asking for? You don't go to work until noon every day. How dare you ask for leave?" The old man reprimanded Yu Hua without giving Yu Hua any face.

Yu Hua didn't mind the old man's tone at all, and said excitedly: "Director, I'm going to the National Academy of Arts for further studies. Teacher Lin just called me."

"National Academy of Arts? Teacher Lin?"

Yu Hua explained: "The National Academy of Letters is the Institute of Literature, Teacher Lin is Lin Weimin, the editor of "Contemporary"."

Suddenly, the curator looked at Yu Hua again, and it was much more pleasing to the eye.

"Not bad, this proves that your talent and ability have been recognized by the industry."

"Leader, then this fake..."

"approved!"

Yu Hua said happily: "Thank you, curator!"

……

Listening to Yu Huaxin's ecstatic voice on the other end of the phone, Lin Weimin felt extremely relieved.

It has to be you!
Lin Weimin ran around and finally pushed out one of the qualifications for advanced studies in the Faculty of Arts.

After the phone call, Lin Weimin returned to the office.

Knowing that he was rejected by the authors under him one after another, the eyes of his colleagues were a little strange.

Liu Yin couldn't help asking: "Your subordinates, who are these people?"

Lin Weimin spread his hands, "How would I know? These sun thieves really don't embarrass me!"

Colleagues couldn't help laughing.

Of the six scheduled places, two have been confirmed so far.Ma Yuan was in XZ, and he couldn't be contacted for a while. Even if he could go, there were only three of them.

When did the Faculty of Liberal Arts receive such treatment for the number of advanced students?
(End of this chapter)