1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 354 Better Than "Li Zicheng"
Xie Mingqing looked at Lin Weimin speechlessly, and other people in the editorial department also cast curious glances.

Having known each other for several years, he knows Lin Weimin's temperament very well.

"What's the matter? Writer Lin's masterpiece is released again?"

"Look at your eccentric look, if you treat me like this, I can't submit this manuscript!"

There is a manuscript in hand, and what stands out is arrogance.

"Come, come, sit, have a drink of tea!"

Xie Mingqing judged the situation and decided to give Lin Weimin some preferential treatment.

"It's almost there!"

Lin Weimin took two sips of tea before taking out a thick stack of manuscripts, "Look at it!"

Xie Mingqing picked up the manuscript, looked at it, and sighed: "Is this the novel you spent a year writing?"

"It's not been a year!" Lin Weimin emphasized.

It's almost been less than a year.

Xie Mingqing knew Lin Weimin's efficiency. It took a week to write "Farewell My Concubine" with 10,000+ characters, which shocked the Guowen Society for a whole year.

Later, I was the slowest when writing "The Man on the Horse", but it took a little over half a year.

But the novel in front of me has been written for nearly a year.

Xie Mingqing caressed the manuscript of the novel, like stroking the skin of a girl, full of anticipation and excitement.

""Da Ming Dynasty 1566"!"

He read the title of the first page of the manuscript, and asked, "Why do you want to put a year on it?"

This is Resby!

But tell Lao Xie this, he definitely doesn’t understand, Lin Weimin said: “1566 is the entry point of my novel, you will know it after reading it.”

Xie Mingqing nodded, feeling the thickness of the manuscript, "It must be at least 40 words, right?"

"45 words!"

Lin Weimin's expression is full of pride, writing a tome is something to be proud of for any writer.

"No wonder I can write for a year."

"I told you all, less than a year."

Teacher Lin's title of "Quick Shooter" cannot be lost!
"Yes, yes, less than a year."

After submitting the manuscript, Lin Weimin is a living ancestor, and he is right in everything he says.

"There are so many manuscripts, I'll come back to you in two days."

It takes time to review manuscripts, let alone such a long text, Lin Weimin nodded and said: "Okay, I will wait for your news!"

The novel in his hand was finally finished and handed over to Xie Mingqing. Lin Weimin felt the long-lost relief.

A few days later, news spread from within the editorial department of "People's Literature".

The quality of Lin Weimin's new novel is amazing, and everyone who has read it is full of praise.

The news quickly spread to other editorial offices in the agency, arousing everyone's strong curiosity and wanting to find out.

It's a pity that because the manuscript was only circulated inside "People's Literature", people in other editorial offices just looked at the ocean and sighed.

Some people couldn't bear the curiosity in their hearts. In the past, the editorial department of "People's Literature" wanted to take a look at the manuscripts, but they were all invited out.

Ever since Wu Shiming's misappropriation of published materials came out in "New Literary Historical Materials", each editorial office in the agency was very sensitive to the confidentiality of materials and manuscripts, and would not easily reveal unpublished materials and manuscripts.

Those colleagues who were interested in Lin Weimin's new novel were seduced and scratched their hearts.

"People's Literature" couldn't open it, and several people went to Lin Weimin to inquire about information, to see if they could get the manuscript and have a look.

Early in the morning, Lin Weimin was blocked by several colleagues at the door of the office, his eyes were shining, like a goblin seeing Tang Sanzang.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Lin Weimin was frightened for a while.

Everyone laughed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was excited at the moment!"

"Wei Min, I heard that your new novel is about to be published?"

"Well, thanks to the old man, it should be soon?"

"Do you have a backup?"

"Backup? Why should I back up that thing?" He thought for a while, his expression changed, "Old Xie, he...wouldn't have lost the manuscript, would he?"

"No, no." Everyone hurriedly denied, "Everyone is just curious. This time, your manuscript has a very high evaluation from "People's Literature", so everyone wants to see it first."

Lin Weimin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then you can find Lao Xie, he has the manuscript, I don't have it."

Everyone was disappointed when they heard the words.

Unable to see the manuscript, they pestered Lin Weimin to explain the specific content of the novel.

"I'm so busy at work all day, I don't have time to tell you these things! Don't make trouble!" Lin Weimin drove away these colleagues who were full and had nothing to do.

And what happened this morning was just the beginning.

In the days that followed, Lin Weimin's new novel became the most popular topic in the Guowen Society after chatting.

The last time there was such a hot topic was "Whether Lao Meng can take over as the president".

Any colleague who met Lin Weimin had to ask him about the novel.

This unpublished new novel is like a beautiful woman half-covered in gauze, which makes the colleagues of the Guowen Society think about it day and night.

The Guowen Society has always kept no secrets. Within a few days, even Jiang Zilong, who was far away in Jinmen, wrote to him asking about the novel.

Lin Weimin returned a letter to Jiang Zilong, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, telling him that the novel would be published in the October issue of "People's Literature".

While his colleagues were paying attention to Lin Weimin's new novel, Lu Yao, who had lived on the third floor of the Guowen Society for more than two months, finally corrected the first draft of "Ordinary World".

Lu Yao handed over the revised manuscript to Lin Weimin with a solemn expression, "Comrade Weimin, I will leave this novel to you!"

Lin Weimin nodded and said, "Don't worry!"

He put the manuscript away, and said to Lu Yao seriously: "But this novel, you have to be mentally prepared, it may not be as popular as "Life" as soon as it is published."

"Why?" Lu Yao asked.

Lin Weimin didn't answer his words, but turned around and took out two manuscripts.

"This one is "Red Sorghum Family" written by Mo Yan. This one, "You Have No Choice", was written by newcomer Liu Suola."

Lin Weimin didn't say much, but Lu Yao understood what he meant.He can't take away unpublished manuscripts, so he can only read them in the office.

In a whole day, Lu Yao couldn't finish reading a novella or a novel.

But after reading the first tens of thousands of words, he has fully understood what Lin Weimin meant.

Lin Weimin saw his disappointment and said: "You should have seen it. Compared with the current popular writing methods, styles, and contents, the content of "Ordinary World" is too old and rustic. It's not bad, on the contrary. , it works very well.

But its goodness is not the most popular and popular nowadays. It needs time to settle and readers' growth and understanding.I say that, can you understand? "

Lu Yao nodded silently.

Lin Weimin said again: "I know that you have placed high hopes on this work, and you have put in a lot of effort and energy. The reason why I told you these things in advance is that I don't want you to be affected by the reaction after the novel is published. We writers are like cooks, we prepare the dishes and serve them on the table, and the evaluation of everything about it is the business of the diners.”

Lu Yao lit a cigarette, and Lin Weimin's words didn't sound good. It's like you just gave birth to a daughter and were happy, but your friends said that your child must be ugly when he grows up.

But he also understands Lin Weimin's good intentions. With "Life" in the forefront, it is popular all over the country. If "Ordinary World" does not achieve corresponding results after it is published, it is certain that there will be a gap in his heart, and it may even affect the success of the "Ordinary World". The mentality of writing down and writing led to the difficult delivery of the follow-up content of this novel.

After figuring this out, Lu Yao extinguished the cigarette, "I understand what you mean. I'll treat this first novel as if it hasn't been published yet, and when I get back, I'll write the second one. No matter what the outside world thinks, I must finish writing this novel."

Lin Weimin laughed at this moment, "Don't put too much pressure on me. What I say now is to give you a vaccination."

"I see!"

"This novel of yours, when I read it, I thought of Liu Qing's "History of Entrepreneurship". Maybe on the day you finish writing it, it may surpass "History of Entrepreneurship" and become the highest achievement of contemporary literature in Shaanxi literary circles .Maybe not only in the Shaanxi literary world, but also in the highest achievement of Chinese contemporary literature."

Lin Weimin's words were full of sighs and thoughts, which lifted Lu Yao's originally depressed mood.

"Wei Min, is my novel okay?" Lu Yao asked unconfidently.

"Why not?" Lin Weimin looked at him and said, "I said that your novel may not be widely welcomed after it is published, it's just out of judgment of the current reading environment, but readers' interest will not be so excited forever And restless. When they are tired of those charming and affectionate people who are ostentatious and full of make-up, you, a humble Shandan flower on the Loess Plateau, will bloom one day!"

After listening to Lin Weimin's words, Lu Yao was finally in a good mood.

"I will write the second and third volumes as soon as possible when I go back. When readers have read my entire novel, they will give me a fair evaluation."

Teacher Lin looked at Lu Yao's expression full of motivation and was very satisfied.

This KTV was very successful!

After talking about "The Ordinary World", Lu Yao talked about Lin Weimin's novel again.

"Is it called "Da Ming Dynasty 1566"?"

"Yes."

"I heard from everyone that the writing is amazing! Even better than Yao Xueyin's "Li Zicheng"!"

Lin Weimin was taken aback, "Don't talk nonsense."

"What's the matter. The shortcomings of "Li Zicheng" are so obvious, everyone knows, but they just don't want to talk about it. On the contrary, I chatted with several editors of "People's Literature", and I didn't hear them say anything about your novel. Obvious shortcomings. At your level, the comparison is who has fewer shortcomings."

Lu Yao was a little outspoken, but his words were not harsh. The two chatted privately, and Lin Weimin didn't stop him.

Talking about getting off work, Lin Weimin said, "When are you going to go back?"

"Tomorrow. The drafts are all revised, I have to go back and write the second part quickly."

Lin Weimin was very pleased by Lu Yao's initiative, "I invite you to dinner that night."

Lin Weimin pulled Lu Yao into the car, went to Yanying Studio to pick up Tao Huimin, and drove to Maxim on Chongwenmen Street.

"Why are you here again? Didn't you say it's okay?" Tao Huimin asked.

Lin Weimin smiled, pouted at Lu Yao, and said, "Find him confidence!"

Lu Yao laughed and said, "It's better for the people to understand me!"

When I came to Maxim again, Manager Song Huai and Gui Song still stood at the entrance of the restaurant routinely to greet and send off the guests.

She recognized Lin Weimin at a glance, but with the experience of hitting a wall last time, she never took the initiative to go forward to make trouble, but just nodded to Lin Weimin with a smile.

One meal ate up half a year's salary of Lu Yao, and when he walked out of Maxim, Lu Yao sighed, "The food is really delicious, but it's just too expensive!"

Lu Yao, who has always been willing to spend money on food, couldn't help but burst out, which shows Maxim's consumption level in this era.

He turned his head and said to Lin Weimin, "Weimin, this time I have accepted my love, and I am more motivated to go back and write the manuscript!"

Lin Weimin laughed, this is the effect he wanted.

"Okay. Write to me if you need anything after you get back, and call me if you think it's too late. I'll be waiting for your manuscript!"

Lu Yao said solemnly, "Okay."

(End of this chapter)