1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 411 The rain is coming
In September, there is not only the premiere of "The Kite Runner" on Broadway, but also the premiere of "The Phantom of the Opera" in London's West End.

The musical, which has been in preparation for more than a year and cost nearly 300 meters to create, officially kicked off on September 9 at Her Majesty's Theater in London's West End.

Because it is the latest work of Andrew, a talented composer, the performance was so grand that even Princess Diana of the royal family came to watch it in person.

"The Phantom of the Opera" not only has an extremely romantic plot, but also has beautiful melodies and wonderful performances by the actors. The mysterious and gorgeous stage that was designed and built with huge sums of money also has extraordinary effects, and even the costumes of the actors are extremely exquisite and elegant.

On the second day, the praise of the media in London was overwhelming, like a flood.

The performance of "The Phantom of the Opera" was an unprecedented success.

This information was summed up by Lin Weimin listening to Andrew's words during the international long-distance call.

"Now I really want to see the faces of those investors who opposed my use of Sarah and Michael. Those sons of bitches don't understand anything and can only point fingers all day long!"

The public performance of the work was successful, and Andrew was full of complacency and high spirits in words.

This kind of flamboyant nature of foreigners, Green can't be learned by the people, after all, his principle of life is to keep a low profile, no matter how low-key.

"Congratulations, Andrew!" Lin Weimin said.

"It should be congratulations to us! Lin, we succeeded!"

Andrew is very grateful to Lin Weimin, an investor who is only responsible for paying the money, never pointing fingers, and willing to support his ideas.

These days, there is no investor who does not pursue efficiency.

There are not many rich people like Lin Weimin who are stupid and have a lot of money, and also pursue artistic pursuits!

Andrew cherishes it very much!
Although more than half a month has passed since the premiere, Andrew still couldn't hide his excitement whenever he thought of the grand occasion of the premiere.

For half a month, he had to deal with various media interviews every day, just like Arthur Miller. Two days ago, he finally thought of contacting Lin Weimin to tell him the good news.

It's a pity that Lin Weimin is in China. He called several times before he finally got in touch.

After receiving the news of the successful performance of "The Phantom of the Opera", Lin Weimin was calm in his heart. After all, this work has the achievements of later generations.

The next thing Lin Weimin has to do is to wait, waiting for this work to bring him a steady stream of huge income.

In late October, the weather in Yanjing was getting cooler day by day, and Han Zhuangzhuang came back from the crew of "Red Sorghum".

The movie took more than three months, and now the shooting has been completed, and the next step is post-production, which has nothing to do with him as an actor.

In newspapers and magazines, discussions and criticisms about "Burning" continued.

The publication of this novel is like stepping on the tail of some people in the cultural world, which makes them feel a deep pain, wishing to swallow Lin Weimin alive.

Because of their work and status, this group of people has a lot of voice in the public opinion circle, and the attacks on Lin Weimin have never stopped.

However, what is different from the situation in "Lover" is that the power and resources in the hands of these people can only be used for talking, and the real threat and harm they can cause to Lin Weimin are minimal.

Therefore, Lin Weimin never paid attention to the clamor of these people.

After a lot of trouble, someone will come to clean them up.

This afternoon, Lin Weimin heard a burst of laughter from the editorial department in the office.

Pushing open the door, it turned out that Yu Hua was sitting there, like a glamorous courtesan, who had both ways.

Seeing him, Yu Hua instinctively stopped laughing, got up and said seriously: "Mr. Lin, you came just in time. I plan to write a novel and I am listening to everyone's opinions. You can also give me advice."

Yu Hua's words made Lin Weimin's face look better, "Okay, I'm almost graduating, and I finally thought of writing a work."

Yu Hua scratched his messy hair, "Mr. Lin, in fact, I have always planned to write a long novel. It's just that I didn't have enough ability and experience before, and I was in a state of learning."

"Then what's the matter, have you learned it this time?" Lin Weimin joked.

"It's not considered finished, but I just think I can try it. There are few classes this semester, and everyone has nothing to do. The main thing is writing."

Lin Weimin cast a contemptuous glance at Yu Hua. It's not that he has never been in the literary research institute, this kid didn't say a word of the truth.

No need to think about it, I know it must be the pressure from the school and the teacher.

This is also normal. I have been studying at the National Academy of Letters for almost two years, and now in the last semester, of course I have to show some results.

Just like Lin Weimin and his students, it was only half a year, but in September and October, isn't it the same?

The teachers and leaders of the Institute even personally contacted the publications for everyone, for fear that your works would not be published.

But it's a good thing that this kid can start writing novels.

Lin Weimin listened to Yu Hua tell the story he conceived, which roughly told the changes of a family from the perspective of the protagonist.

From his description alone, the overall tone of the story is sad and depressing.

"There is nothing wrong with the overall idea. If you can write this bleak, sad, and hopeless tone, the effect should be very good."

Lin Weimin's words gave Yu Hua some confidence, and he said, "Then I'll write when I get back."

"The dormitory in your Faculty of Arts is too noisy, and there are still many empty rooms upstairs, so it's better to write cleanly upstairs." Lin Weimin kindly suggested.

Yu Hua's eyes flickered when he heard this, and there was a little panic behind his back, "No need, no need. Teacher Lin, although we have few classes now, we still have to attend every day. It is not convenient to live in a guest house."

"That's it, forget it!" Lin Weimin's tone was full of regret.

Yu Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

It scared me to death, and I was almost locked in a dark room.

Mr. Lin's small black room is well-known, and all the contributors to the editorial department of "Contemporary" are known to everyone.

If you go in, you won't be able to get out until the novel is finished.

This approach is very effective for those writers who have a complete idea and a burst of inspiration.

But for a player like Hua who thinks and writes, if he wants to get out of it, he still has to peel off a layer of skin?

Don't go, definitely can't go!

Even if you don't write this novel, you can't go!

Yu Hua's refusal made Lin Weimin very regretful. Since Mr. Lin became the editor-in-chief, the small dark room upstairs has been empty for a long time.

It's not that Mr. Lin found out in conscience, it's because after becoming a leader, he can no longer serve the author friends personally like before.

Teacher Lin felt very guilty, and always wanted to find an opportunity to make up for his lack of work.

Unfortunately, no one gave him this chance.

It seems that Lu Yao has lived there for less than a month this year, and this guy is a regular visitor to the small black house, and there is nothing new about going there.

"By the way, Xiao Tong, how is the author who asked you to contact earlier?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Mr. Lin, that person said that he is a little busy at work. He was just transferred to work as an editor for a publication under their Cultural Bureau last month."

Lin Weimin said: "Okay. Then you think it's okay to write letters to him, keep in touch, and encourage him from time to time."

"Okay, Mr. Lin."

At the end of the day's work, Lin Weimin drove to Yanying Studio.

The preliminary preparations for the film version of "Dream of Red Mansions" have come to an end, and the training of Tao Huimin and the others is about to be completed, and the filming will officially start in a few days.

When he came to the guest house, Lin Weimin was about to go upstairs to find Tao Huimin when he ran into a familiar face.

"teacher LIN?"

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "Comrade Xiaoqing, hello!"

"You came here to look for Huimin?"

"Yes. You are here, are you here?"

Liu Xiaoqing nodded, "I just finished filming "Furong Town" directed by Xie Jin and came here."

Lin Weimin nodded. The actors of the movie version of "Dream of Red Mansions" were carefully selected from film studios and theater troupes all over the country, but some of the roles were decided early in the morning.

For example, the role of Wang Xifeng was left to Liu Xiaoqing by Xie Tieli early in the morning.

In recent years, Liu Xiaoqing can be said to be in full swing.Starring Xie Jin in "Furong Town", asking Xie Tieli to reserve a role for her is not a big deal for her.

The two chatted for a few words and passed by.

Lin Weimin found Tao Huimin and took her out for dinner. During the chat, he couldn't avoid mentioning the gossip about Liu Xiaoqing's work in "Furong Town".

In the domestic cultural circle, this matter is no longer a secret, and even many people know about it.

Liu Xiaoqing fell in love with Jiang Wenhao, the leading actor who just graduated two years ago in the crew of "Furong Town", and he did not shy away from it at all.

One must know that Liu Xiaoqing was not only over [-] years old at this time, he was even married, while Jiang Wen had just graduated, and before he acted in "Furong Town", he was just a little-known drama actor.

The news about Liu Xiaoqing and Jiang Wen soon reached the ears of her husband, who hit the crew in a rage.

It is said that the quarrel was very unpleasant, and then Liu Xiaoqing divorced her husband, and stayed with Jiang Wen in an open and honest manner.

Talking gossip, Lin Weimin thought of Jiang Wen's overly mature face again.

It doesn't matter if the young man looks anxious, the taste is still so strong!

A few days later, Cheng Zaochun called Lin Weimin to the office.

After chatting for a while, he asked about the publication of "Burning" in the United States.

Lin Weimin told the truth, "It was still published by Random House, with an initial printing of [-] copies. Everyone agreed that the possibility of this novel being a big hit is unlikely, but we can try to take some award-winning routes."

"Can you still win the award?" Cheng Zaochun's expression was a little surprised.

"Why can't you win the prize?" Lin Weimin didn't understand what he meant.

"Isn't your novel scolding the United States? Americans can still give you awards?"

Lin Weimin smiled, "In the United States, scolding the United States has never been a problem. What really makes Americans jump is when it touches on their political correctness, such as democracy, racial discrimination and other topics."

Cheng Zaochun nodded. He understood that this kind of political correctness also exists in China, but due to the liberalization of the cultural world in recent years, this kind of political correctness is gradually at risk of being broken.

And the reason why he asked Lin Weimin to come here today is also related to this matter.

"The day after tomorrow, you go to the publishing office to meet the border office." Cheng Zaochun confessed.

"See Border Agency? Just me?"

Cheng Zaochun nodded, and no matter what Lin Weimin asked, he didn't say anything more.

Two days later, Lin Weimin went to the publishing office.

We talked for a long time in the director's office, and the border bureau behaved similarly to Cheng Zaochun, just asking about the domestic and foreign publication of the novel "Burning".

It seemed that the waves were calm, but Lin Weimin felt a sense of depression.

Everyone didn't say it clearly, but Lin Weimin knew that things were definitely not that simple.

(End of this chapter)