1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 333 True Big Dipper
What makes Lin Weimin different from many others is that when he was young enough, he achieved what most writers could never achieve in their lifetime.

As long as he is willing to go abroad for inspection, study, and exchange, such opportunities are readily available.

Even if he went abroad at his own expense, Lin Weimin could afford it.

So, why should he disturb this muddy water?

After hearing what he said, Mr. Wan couldn't help scolding: "You really don't know where your arrogance comes from. It's obviously a good thing."

Lin Weimin joked: "Imperialism will never die, we must always be vigilant!"

Mr. Wan smiled at his gag.

Coming out of Mr. Wan's house and walking to the front of the building, Lin Weimin thought of Feng Xiaogang who was shivering from the cold just now.

He breathed out a breath of white air, in such a cold weather, running here and squatting, among other things, this perseverance alone is beyond the reach of ordinary people, so it should be regarded as a good relationship.

Early the next morning, Lin Weimin saw Feng Xiaogang standing at the gate waving to him before his crown entered the Guowen Society compound.

"It's early enough." Lin Weimin said with a smile after getting out of the car.

"Knowing that you are busy, I am afraid of delaying your time, so I came here early on purpose."

Feng Xiaogang followed Lin Weimin into the back building.

When he arrived at the office, Lin Weimin poured him a cup of tea. Taking advantage of Lao Tan not coming over, Lin Weimin was not too polite, so he cut to the chase and said, "Tell me, what can you do with me?"

Feng Xiaogang showed some embarrassment, "It's really embarrassing to say this..."

"Then stop talking!"

Lin Weimin's words froze Feng Xiaogang's face. Seeing the relaxed smile on his face, Feng Xiao realized just now that he was joking.

"You, don't be vain. If you have something to say directly, it's no fun to go round and round."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Feng Xiaogang's face. Mr. Lin was so insightful about his little thoughts, hiding them to make people laugh.

"I want you to help me find a job."

Feng Xiaogang finally spoke his mind, and looked at Lin Weimin with a bit of anxiety in his eyes.

"Find a job for you? Have you found a job yet?" Lin Weimin asked.

"No. I have a job. I'm in an urban construction company. I was assigned to a labor union. I don't like it. It doesn't match my major, so I don't have any prospects for development." Feng Xiaogang thought about it anyway, so don't pretend, what to say What, he also saw it, Mr. Lin is an open-minded person, he might as well be more straightforward.

"I'm about to turn [-], and I don't want to just sit around and wait to die. What I do in the army is art design, so I have something to do with literature and art.

Among the people I know, you are a great writer in the literary and art circles.From the first time we met that day, I could see that you are a kind-hearted person, so I boldly ran to Mr. Wan's house and squatted at you, just wanting to chat with you and see if I can find a way to change jobs . "

Feng Xiaogang bald and said everything in his heart, except for the suspicion of flattering, it was all the truth.

After hearing what he said, Lin Weimin frowned.

Feng Xiaogang observed his expression carefully, feeling uneasy in his heart.

"Switching jobs is such a big deal, how do you know I can handle it?"

Faced with Lin Weimin's question, Feng Xiaogang's mind turned rapidly, "Actually, I don't know if you can do it. But our family is ordinary people, and there are no relatives around me. I can only pin my hopes on you."

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "You say that, it puts me under a lot of pressure!"

Feng Xiaogang hurriedly said: "Mr. Lin, please don't misunderstand me. I am not relying on you. I really have no connections."

As he said, he took out a few scrolled paintings from his bag, "These are all my usual exercises, you can take a look, I really love literary work."

Lin Weimin took Feng Xiaogang's painting and looked at it twice.

He doesn't know much about painting, but he can tell the general level of the thousands of calligraphy and paintings of famous people in his home by looking at them occasionally.

Feng Xiaogang's level is definitely not comparable to that of a professional painter, but it is more than enough to be an artist for a studio.

Lin Weimin put the finished painting aside, and said to Feng Xiaogang: "The painting is not bad, is this your profession?"

Feng Xiaogang nodded.

"So, are you going to work in a studio or TV station?"

"Human arts are also good!"

Lin Weimin couldn't help laughing, "You should have found out all about it!"

"Your glorious deeds, no one in Yanjing knows!"

Being praised by Feng Xiaogang again, Lin Weimin sighed in his heart, pants are a talent!
"People and arts must start with the students, can you do it?"

When Feng Xiaogang heard this, there was a flash of struggle in his eyes, and he said in a moment: "Yes!"

Lin Weimin smiled and shook his head, "That's when we recruit people."

Feng Xiaogang was disappointed when he heard the words.

"Let's tell the truth. I can help you find a job, but not much. I didn't run the unit, and if I say I can get someone in, I can get someone in. But..."

When Lin Weimin said this, Feng Xiaogang's eyes lit up again.

"However, there are two opportunities right now. One is my "The Wind", which CCTV is preparing to make into a TV series. The second is that a novel by one of my authors has been selected by Yanjing TV Studio, and it will be adapted into a TV series. I Named a screenwriter.

I can introduce you as an artist, but only as a temporary worker.If you want to compile, you have to let people see your ability. "

Feng Xiaogang was ecstatic. Although he knew that it would not be difficult for Mr. Lin to arrange a job for him, he never imagined that he could choose one of the two to help him find a job.

CCTV and Yanzhi are both good units, and the most important thing is that they match his major.

Feng Xiaogang suppressed his inner excitement, and said, "I'll listen to you. I'll go wherever you tell me to go."

"Temporary workers don't matter?"

"Where are you talking? What a great job, the temporary worker can only use me for your sake!" Feng Xiaogang said.

Lin Weimin nodded slightly, "It is reasonable to say that CCTV is famous, if you go, you must go to CCTV, but my suggestion to you is to go to Yanjing TV Studio."

Lin Weimin then analyzed it to Feng Xiaogang, "CCTV is a big brand, and it sounds nice to go in and work. But they have too many talents, and if your art who has become a monk halfway through comes to them, you may not be able to make it through. Even if you are capable, you have to do it. It's about seniority.

The Yanjing TV Studio was different. It was just established the year before last, and it was the time when talents were needed.The comrade responsible for the production of "Plainclothes Police" is Zheng Xiaolong, who is not a few years older than you. This time, he can already play a role in "Plainclothes Police" alone.

If you can show your ability in Yanzhi, it will be easier to improve than in CCTV..."

Feng Xiaogang was grateful for Lin Weimin's analysis.

It can be said that he and Mr. Lin met by chance, had no relatives and no reason, so he rushed to ask someone to help him find a job, and he was full of surprises when he agreed.

Who would have expected that Mr. Lin even thought about the path he would take in the future.

Don't look at Feng Xiaogang's ruthless flattery, but he is also a soft-hearted person.

Lin Weimin hadn't finished speaking when he saw his eyes flushed.

"What's wrong with this?" Lin Weimin asked in surprise.

Feng Xiaogang choked up and said: "Mr. Lin, you are so kind to me, my parents are not as kind to me as you are to me."

Lin Weimin couldn't help getting goose bumps from his sleazy flattery.

I can't help complaining in my heart, why don't you kneel down and recognize a foster father?
"It's not, it's not. It's just a job. Whether you can do it for a long time in the future depends on your own efforts!"

Feng Xiaogang looked solemn, and said firmly: "Mr. Lin, don't worry, I will never embarrass you!"

"That's enough." Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "It's enough with your words."

After the two talked for a while, Tan Chaoyang happened to enter the office.

Lin Weimin said: "Okay, let's do this first, and wait for my news later."

"it is good."

Lin Weimin sent Feng Xiaogang out of the office. He thanked De De and said words of thanks. When he reached the stairs and saw no one around, he took out a small wooden box from his arms.

"What are you doing?" Lin Weimin frowned.

Seeing his uneasy expression, Feng Xiaogang quickly explained: "Mr. Lin, don't get me wrong. I know you are a great writer, and you are not short of money. But I have accepted such a great favor from you, and I don't want to express it. I really feel sorry for this stuff. It's not worth much money, but it's considered an elegant thing..."

Lin Weimin pushed the things back, "Is it because of these things that I help you?"

"I know your character. You have to understand me. I didn't do this for you, but to make me feel better. You should help me again."

Feng Xiaogang's eyes were full of sincerity, his expression was sincere, and he refused to take back the hand holding the small wooden box.

Lin Weimin reluctantly took the box, opened it and took a look. It was a snuff bottle, the texture of which looked like emerald.

"It's not cheap, is it?"

Feng Xiaogang smiled when he saw that he had collected the things, "It's not much money!"

Lin Weimin shook his head, this thing may not be much money to Lin Weimin, but it is definitely not cheap to Feng Xiaogang.

"How much is it?"

Feng Xiaogang saw that his tone was not good, so he said truthfully: "300 yuan!"

In order to buy this snuff bottle, Feng Xiaogang almost emptied all his deposits.

Mr. Lin's reputation as a collector is not a secret in Yanjing. The most famous deed is his feat of sweeping up the major art shops in Yanjing.

Feng Xiaogang originally planned to buy a painting to give away, but he only found out after visiting the painting shop.

I don't know if it is because of Mr. Lin's frequent sweeps, the paintings of famous masters that can be seen on the market are now rare.

Even if there are some painting shops, the prices are more than a little more expensive than before, which is beyond his ability to bear.

If you buy the work of a lesser-known painter, it seems that you have no sincerity.

Besides, there are so many paintings in Teacher Lin's house, so if you give him a painting by a famous artist, people may not pay much attention to it.

After much deliberation, he simply found another way and asked someone to buy this jadeite snuff bottle.

There are fewer antiques and fakes these days, but the prices are not cheap.If the money for buying this jadeite snuff bottle is used to buy a house, it can buy one and a half houses in the courtyard.

If it is demolished in later generations, it can be mixed up with several million.

Of course Feng Xiaogang didn't know about demolition which was equivalent to a second reincarnation, but he had the idea of ​​giving away one and a half houses, which also showed his sincerity.

It hurts, but he thinks it's worth it.

Lin Weimin put the box in his pocket, and took out his wallet in front of Feng Xiaogang.

"Mr. Lin, what are you doing? Aren't you slapping me in the face?" Feng Xiaogang hurriedly stopped Lin Weimin from counting the money.

Lin Weimin said, "You bought all of this. If I don't accept it, you can't get it back. The money is wasted. So, I'll just buy it!"

"You..." Feng Xiaogang sighed, tears of gratitude in his heart.

Lin Weimin stuffed the money into his hands and said, "Okay, let's do it, and wait for my news later!"

Feng Xiaogang walked out of the gate of the Guowen Society, touching the money in his pocket, the more he thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable.

Turning his head to look at the towering Guowenshe building, he suddenly remembered the compliment he said when he first met Lin Weimin.

But now, he really wanted to say something from the bottom of his heart.

Teacher Lin, you are my Big Dipper!

(End of this chapter)