1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 404 The poem is not bad, make an appointment for a novel draft

Faced with Xie Mingqing's puzzlement, Lin Weimin's expression remained calm, and he asked, "Is it okay to write like this?"

Xie Mingqing shook his head, "It's not that it can't be done. It's just...you know, the current folk atmosphere..."

The old comrade hesitated to speak, with a troubled expression on his face.

Lin Weimin's face was very relaxed. He put the teacup on the table and said, "It is because of the current public opinion environment that I have to write more."

"The current public opinion is not right, Western countries are not paradise."

Hearing what he said, Comrade Xie frowned even deeper, "You are making trouble with yourself!"

Lin Weimin said impatiently: "It's so annoying, can you post it!"

Xie Mingqing glanced at him helplessly, "Yes! Why can't you? Who dares not publish the latest masterpiece of your editor-in-chief Lin Da?"

"The old comrades don't have much courage, and they say strange things in a way!" Lin Weimin said sarcastically.

"Yeah, what courage does the old comrade have? It's just consumables. I'll be seconded out tomorrow, so as not to hinder your eyes!"

Not to be outdone, Xie Mingqing replied, choking Lin Weimin.

I don't know which sun thief passed it on. After all, Lao Niu was seconded to the editorial department of "China".

Lin Weimin thought about the scene of Lao Niu returning to the Guowen Society one day.

Convex!
The Old Count of Monte Cristo!
No, "The Revenge of the Old Prince"!
This matter really has nothing to do with me, it's all done by Cheng Zaochun with big eyebrows and big eyes, I'm a small editor, how can I decide such a big thing?
Not long after Xie Mingqing left, Liu Xinwu came again.

Wang Meng was promoted from the position of "People's Literature", and Liu Xinwu succeeded him as the editor-in-chief.

He came mainly to communicate with Lin Weimin about the publication of "Burning".

"This "Burning" is definitely no problem for our "People's Literature". But you have to think about it carefully. After publishing this novel, you will definitely be scolded." Liu Xinwu reminded.

Lin Weimin smiled relaxedly, "If I was afraid of being scolded, I wouldn't have written this novel."

Seeing that Lin Weimin insisted on this, Liu Xinwu didn't persuade him anymore, and even decided to let "Burning" be published in the September issue of "People's Literature".

After Liu Xinwu left, Ma Dudu came to the Guowen Society that afternoon.

The word happy eyebrows can't be used on Ma Dudu. The kid has half-cut eyebrows, but he didn't see the joy. It's really wretched, but the general idea is right.

"What kind of happy event is this?" Lin Weimin asked.

Ma Dudu took out a set of books from his bag, and pulled out a book from it, "Our publishing house has released a set of national young writers' literature series, which contains a collection of my short stories."

When Ma Dudu spoke, the corners of his mouth were raised.

At this time, even after seeing Mr. Lin’s inhuman collection style, Ma Dudu is still that good young man who loves literature.

Lin Weimin took the collection of novels and said with a smile, "The book has been published? Congratulations!"

Ma Dudu's smile became a little shy. Speaking of the book in front of Mr. Lin, it was a little tricky.

But he is really happy!

This is the first book in his life.

Lin Weimin flipped through Ma Dudu's collection of novels, which wasn't too thick, with just over a hundred pages, and there were nine short stories in the catalogue.

Around the collection of novels, the two chatted for a while.

Finally, Ma Dudu said: "This is the first time my work has been published, and I don't know what to do. If you have time to read it, I will trouble you to give some pointers."

"I can't talk about advice. We can communicate when we have time later."

Dudu is still a good young man with literary ideals!
Ma Dudu smiled, thanked Lin Weimin and prepared to leave.

"Hey, book!"

Lin Weimin pointed to the remaining books on the table and said.

"A set of books, there is no reason to give you one." Ma Dudu said with a smile, and left the editorial department.

Lin Weimin stood up and picked up the stack of books, ready to put them in the file cabinet and read them when he had time, when he suddenly saw a familiar name among the spines of the books.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but took out the book from a pile of books, looked at it carefully, and found that it was a collection of poems.

This person has written poetry?
After reading a few poems, I was surprised that they were well written.

A talented person really has talent no matter what he writes!
Lin Weimin sighed in his heart, then came to the editorial department, and put the poetry collection he had just drawn out on Tong Zhonggui's desk.

Tong Zhonggui was reviewing the manuscript, raised his head, and looked at Lin Weimin.

"This author writes good poems. Let's see if I can contact him and make an appointment for a draft!" Lin Weimin confessed.

Tong Zhonggui was stunned for a moment, "Mr. Lin, are we going to change the version again?"

"What version?"

Tong Zhonggui just now clearly heard Mr. Lin saying that he wanted to make an appointment with a poet.

"I want you to make an appointment with this author for a few novel drafts!" Lin Weimin understood his meaning and emphasized.

Tong Zhonggui didn't react for a while, and nodded ignorantly, "Oh, good!"

After Lin Weimin left, he came to his senses.

Is the poem well written?About how many novels?

Is this human?

Tong Zhonggui looked at the collection of poems on the table with a blank expression on his face.

The CPU almost burned dry!
"Our editor-in-chief Lin Da, which song is this singing?" Yao Shuzhi asked.

Tong Zhonggui glanced at Yao Shuzhi blankly, "I don't know!"

Yao Shuzhi comforted: "It's okay, Xiao Tong, don't take it to heart, he's just like this, think it out as soon as he thinks it out."

Talking bad about the leader behind his back is also indispensable, Liu Yin, "Our editor-in-chief Lin is really good at it. He came here with a collection of poems and asked Xiaotong to ask for a draft, regardless of whether he can write novels or not."

Tong Zhonggui was deeply impressed by the speeches of the two elder sisters.

At this moment, He Qizhi said: "Weimin never jokes about drafting manuscripts. He never misses the people he likes!"

His words made Tong Zhonggui dismiss what he was about to say.

Teacher He is right!
It has been two years since Tong Zhonggui came to "Contemporary". For Lin Weimin's amazing experience in drafting articles when he was the editor in charge, his ears are almost full of cocoons.

Ma Yuan, who was in a hurry to find fault, picked up Eryuehe at the gate of CCTV, and picked up Haiyan from the front building of the Guowen Society...

However, the authors or works Mr. Fan Lin is optimistic about rarely make mistakes. After publication, they are all very popular and have a strong influence.

Even "The Ordinary World", which has been overwhelmingly criticized by the critics, has been released as a single book for more than two months, and its sales have remained high, and its influence has reached the same level as when "Life" was published.

All these things flashed in Tong Zhonggui's mind, and he couldn't help picking up the poetry collection on the table.

Tong Zhonggui studied at the Chinese Department of Yanjing Normal University. In Yanjing University, nine out of ten literature lovers are poetry writers, and the remaining one is a novelist.

He himself had been writing poems before, and published two poems before turning to writing novels.

There seems to be no threshold for modern poetry, and anyone can write a few strokes.

But often, things with no threshold have the highest threshold.

Since there is no threshold, it cannot be compared to hard work, accumulation, or learning.

than what?
Just two words, talent!

After reading a few poems in the collection, he only had one feeling.

Made, seems to write better than me!

Sorry for being crude.

It should be poetic, unrestrained, full of vitality and beyond the mundane.

Putting down the collection of poems, Tong Zhonggui began to think seriously.

This person writes poems so well, if he writes novels, it shouldn't be too bad.

Tong Zhonggui couldn't help but think of the scene just now.

"This author writes a good poem, please make an appointment!"

Teacher Lin's realm is more than one grade higher than mine!

With a sigh in his heart, Tong Zhonggui resigned to his fate and opened it, introducing the author of the title page of the novel.

Sichuan people?
It seems a little bad to contact the publishing house directly, so ask first.

Not long after Lin Weimin returned to the office, the phone rang, and it was Zhang Qi.

As soon as he opened his voice, Zhang Qi complained a bit.

"For the people, what's the situation with Niu Han in your company?"

Lin Weimin pretended to be stupid and asked, "Niu Han? What happened to Niu Han?"

Zhang Qi sighed, and said, "Don't you know? Our "China" borrowed someone from your Guowen Society, and it was Niu Han who came here. This guy is too irritable. He hasn't been here for long. The leader of the association was contradicted all over by him."

Lin Weimin gloated and said, "It seems that the deterrent power of the leaders of your Cultural Association is not good enough!"

As soon as Zhang Qi heard his tone, he said, "Okay, is it your kid who is playing tricks behind his back?"

"Nonsense! What do you mean I'm playing tricks behind your back? Let Lao Niu go to your place to help, but I can't control the decision of the club leader so leniently."

"Then you kid must not have worked well!"

"Blackmail! Is it blackmail?"

Lin Weimin flirted with Zhang Qi before saying, "Lao Niu is a donkey, you can't choke him, you have to coax him to work."

Zhang Qi hurriedly said: "If you tell me more details, I can also explain to the people in "China", so as to save them from conflicting with Niu Han again."

"Speaking of Lao Niu, that's not ordinary..."

Niu Han is not only a veteran in literary creation, but also a veteran in the matter of revolution.

He joined the revolution at the age of 13, joined the party at the age of 15, began to write poetry at the age of 17, edited the literary journal "Liuhuo" at the age of 22, was arrested for participating in the student movement at the age of 23, and was sentenced to two years in prison.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he successively served as executive deputy editor-in-chief of "Chinese Literature", editor-in-chief of "New Literature Historical Materials", and editor-in-chief of the May Fourth Literature Editing Office of People's Literature Publishing House.

He was arrested and imprisoned a few years ago, and he was not treated fairly until 80.

In the words of the old man in the club, the old cow has a bad temper and has never bowed his head to anyone in his life.

In the club, there are often acts of disobedience and resistance, not to mention helping out in the Cultural Association.

"This...is really an old comrade!"

There was a bit of helplessness in Zhang Qi's tone.

"You leaders, don't mess with him. Lao Niu not only moves his mouth, but also moves his hands when he's anxious. Last time..."

Lin Weimin told Zhang Qi about what happened to the editorial department of "New Literature Historical Materials" last time, which made him startled for a while.

"This person, this person...how can your Guowen Society transfer such a person for us?"

Lin Weimin said: "Old Zhang, you are being unreasonable. Lao Niu is the treasure of our Chinese Literature Society. He has excellent professional skills, a serious and responsible work attitude, and his character is nothing to say. If you are such a good person, you can't bite Lu Dongbin like a dog!"

Zhang Qi couldn't even say a word when Lin Weimin yelled at him.

He knew that the transfer of such a thorny head must have been negotiated by the Guowen Society.

This time, the Cultural Association seems to have suffered from being dumb!
(End of this chapter)