1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 46 Investigation
Publishing works in magazines in the United States sounds like a far-fetched thing, but because of the middleman Mark Meng, everything seems to be feasible.

Regardless of whether he has dates or not, hit it with three shots first.

This is Lin Weimin's idea.

The name of the novel is "Knives Out", which is the reasoning movie starring Daniel Craig in later generations.

The movie itself is a very orthodox reasoning, with a very complete plot and exquisite details, which can be used almost immediately when it is adapted into a novel.

The 130-minute movie was condensed by Lin Weimin into a [-]-word novel, with a compact plot and a lot of information.

If this novel can really be published, according to what Mark Meng said about the manuscript fee standard of "Ellery Quinn's Reasoning Journal", one or two thousand dollars will definitely be indispensable.

I made an agreement with Mark Meng that the manuscript will be edited by him first, and Lin Weimin will come over next week to confirm the quality of his polishing. If there is no problem, I will mail it back to the United States in the name of Mark Meng to submit the manuscript.

Back at the Literature Research Institute, Lin Weimin found that there were a few more people in the institute. It was Jia Dashan who returned from his hometown with his wife and children.

During the vacation, the institute organized a trip to Beidaihe, and Jia Dashan wanted to go home to visit relatives, so he took his wife and children to Yanjing to have fun.

Lin Weimin greeted Jia Dashan's wife and children, and went to the canteen outside D school to buy some snacks for Jia Dashan's son. His son didn't dare to take it, but looked at his father Jia Dashan first.

After Jia Dashan nodded, he said "Thank you uncle" and took the things.

Jia Dashan's tutoring was very strict, and the rules were also very strict. In the next few days, Lin Weimin became more and more aware of this.

Jia Dashan arranged his wife and children in the dormitory next door to him, and did not live in the same room at night.

When Lin Weimin asked, he said it was because some inspirations and fragments always popped up in his mind. At this time, he would get up in a hurry and take out a pen and paper from under the quilt to record the inspirations.

"Sleeping with me, most people can't bear it."

"How many people in the dormitory with you didn't respond?" Lin Weimin was puzzled.

"After all, you are in the institute, so you must be more restrained."

In addition, there are rules when eating.In the lecture hall, there is a cafeteria. Jia Dashan usually does it by himself, but after his wife came, it all became his wife's business.

One day, Lin Weimin went to Jia Dashan's room to chat with him. After chatting for a while, Jia Dashan began to knock on the wall of the dormitory.

After a while, Jia Dashan's wife came over with tea, and Lin Weimin was dumbfounded.

If this elder brother lived in 40 years, he would probably be beaten to death by the little fairies, right?

Although these things had a certain impact on Lin Weimin's values, they couldn't hide his inner envy.

But the rules are the rules, Jia Dashan is not bad for his wife and children, and he brought his wife and children from his hometown to Yanjing to take them to have a good time.

So after coming back, whenever I have time, I will take my wife and children out for fun.

When Jia Dashan took his wife and children all over Beijing to play, Lin Weimin came to the editorial department of "Contemporary" again.

One is born, the second is cooked.

No need to introduce this time, he greeted the editors in the editorial department familiarly. Coincidentally, the middle-aged fat man he met when he came last time was here today.

After chatting with Rong Shihui for a few words, he asked in a low voice, "Editor Rong, is there any clue?"

"What are you talking about?" Rong Shihui smiled.

Seeing his expression, Lin Weimin felt confident, "Tell me, do you believe me?"

Rong Shihui glanced around, and said softly: "In principle, the leaders of the editorial department agree with the album, but your manuscripts are not yet complete. When you come back from the holiday, you will urge the students to hurry up and finish writing. , we strive to arrange the album until the end of the year, which can be regarded as a New Year gift to readers and friends."

Lin Weimin said happily, "That's great."

Then he lowered his voice and asked, "Then... what about me?"

"Such a big matter, do you expect it to be settled in a few days? I'm looking for Lao Tan, and this matter has to be discussed with the agency."

Lin Weimin was slightly disappointed when he heard that, at this moment Rong Shihui said again: "Old Tan asked you to come and sit in his office."

Lin Weimin was overjoyed. Could this be to investigate me?
He asked Rong Shihui to go to Tan Chaoyang's office, knocked on the door, the two entered the room, and Tan Chaoyang was buried in the manuscript.

Lin Weimin met him before, and when he saw Lin Weimin, he laughed, "Weimin is here?"

"Hello Director Qin!"

"Sit down, you're welcome."

Tan Chaoyang got up and poured a cup of tea, Rong Shihui sat down and helped out with a few words before getting up and leaving. After he left, the office fell into a brief calm.

"Wei Min, you came up with a very good idea for that album, how did you come up with it?" Tan Chaoyang asked proactively.

Lin Weimin didn't slander in public, and said sincerely, "Director Qin, to tell you the truth, the idea of ​​the album itself came up because I wanted to join the editorial department of "Contemporary"."

His frankness surprised Tan Chaoyang, and Tan Chaoyang continued to ask in a relaxed tone: "I have read all the manuscripts you brought over last time, and the stories are all good, but there is one problem, which is the popularity, including The "Latent" and "The Cliff" that you wrote yourself don't seem to be in line with the mainstream creative direction of the current literary world, right?"

Lin Weimin said seriously, "Director Qin, since the buzzing ended, the domestic mainstream literature has ushered in an unprecedented development. Do you think this will be the norm in the future?"

His rhetorical question made Tan Chaoyang unexpected, and Tan Chaoyang thought for a while, "Probably not, it will definitely go downhill slowly in the future."

Lin Weimin nodded and said, "That's right, I think so too. Not only that, but the direction of literary creation may have to change in the future."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you think it's unbelievable that such serious literary masterpieces as "Anna Karenina" and "War and Peace" can easily sell millions of copies in our country?

In my opinion, this is just a symptom of extremes.The excessive lack of food will cause the common people to snap up whatever food they see.

The same principle applies to literature.

The popular scar literature in the past few years and the popular reform literature in the past two years are actually developing according to this trend.I'm not saying that these things are bad, it's just that they are now more like pigs flying to the sky on the wind of the times. "

When Lin Weimin said this, he stopped.

Tan Chaoyang looked at him and said "pigs flying to the sky". Although he didn't want to admit it in his heart, what Lin Weimin said was indeed very reasonable.

"So, in your opinion, what should we do?" he asked.

　On the seventh day of Yang, I still have a low fever.When I had a severe fever a few days ago, my body hurt and I took some painkillers and I was able to sleep well.Now my throat is so sore that I can't sleep at all. I slept for three hours last night, and I can't sleep at all when I want to catch up on sleep during the day. It just hurts. It's torture.Sitting on the code word and sweating non-stop, I really can't stand it anymore.

　　Hurry up and heal this sickness!
　　I used to complain a lot when I was banned, but now I just want to say: Please forgive me for not knowing what is good or bad in the past.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)