1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 577 This is the only article that becomes a monument
While Lin Weimin was thinking about a new work, the phone in his office rang. It was Cheng Ximi who called from the public phone booth in front of his house, saying that Shi Tiesheng had finished writing his new work and asked Lin Weimin to arrange for someone to pick it up.

Lin Weimin put down the phone, put on his leather jacket and went out. There was still an hour before work.

He ran into Cheng Zaochun when he was going out, and Cheng Zaochun asked, "Why are you going?"

"Create manuscripts!" Lin Weimin replied hurriedly and left the door.

Cheng Zaochun nodded, he still has enough energy to work for the people, drafting manuscripts is always so busy...

Wait a minute, you are the editor-in-chief, what is the draft?

Cheng Zaochun looked at the direction where Lin Weimin disappeared, his face was full of anger.

Zhu Zian dares to bully me!

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"

Lin Weimin pushed open the door of Shichahai courtyard, and walked into the courtyard while shouting.

The door of the main room opened, and Shi Tiesheng was sitting at the door waiting for him, "I told you to send someone to pick it up, why did you come by yourself?"

"Your masterpiece has come out, why can't I come and see it? I'm your editor in charge!"

Lin Weimin laughed, and stretched out his hand to Shi Tiesheng, "Where's the manuscript?"

Shi Tiesheng shook his wheelchair, walked to the desk, and handed him a stack of manuscript paper.

As soon as I started, "More than 3000 words?"

"Thirteen thousand words."

Lin Weimin nodded, sat down on the chair, lowered his head and quietly flipped through the manuscript.

In fact, there is no need to flip through, he already knows the content of this manuscript.

Many articles are placed in textbooks, which is an honor for the author.

But for the work itself, it is a kind of burial.

Because those little hearts that have not experienced joys and sorrows have no capacity to carry their energy, and it would be tantamount to reckless to let you explain it like a cow.

Lin Weimin of later generations read this prose again when he grew up, only to find it incomparable and unique.

Time passed slowly, and after more than an hour, Lin Weimin raised his head and scanned the room.

The sky had already darkened, and the lights were turned on at some time, Shi Tiesheng leaned on the head of the bed and took a nap.

Hearing the movement, he opened his eyes and looked at Lin Weimin, "How do you feel?"

"it is good!"

Shi Tiesheng laughed, and asked, "What's a good way?"

Lin Weimin glanced at the manuscript again, stood up, and said solemnly, "There were no articles in the Chinese literary world in 1991, only yours, which has become a monument."

Shi Tiesheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this comment, and then said with a smile: "Don't give me ecstasy!"

"Hey, if I don't give you some ecstasy, how can I get this novel?" Lin Weimin joked.

"You are the editor-in-chief, why are you still working as an editor?"

"Hey, occupational disease! Occupational disease!"

After a few jokes, Lin Weimin became serious again, "Your article is good everywhere, but there is only one bad thing! It's very bad!"

Shi Tiesheng became nervous, "Where is the writing wrong? Is it serious?"

"Very serious!" Lin Weimin's face was stern, and it seemed that there was a serious problem. He looked at Shi Tiesheng and said, "Why is there no role for me?"

Shi Tiesheng was concerned about being bluffed by Lin Weimin, only then realized that he had spoofed him, and laughed angrily.

"I originally wanted to write about you, but unfortunately your answer was too vulgar and was not selected!"

Shi Tiesheng pointed to a section of the manuscript.

"Once I was chatting with a friend who was a writer. I asked him what was his initial motivation for learning to write? He thought for a while and said: 'For my mother. To make her proud.' I was shocked and speechless for a long time..."

Then Shi Tiesheng asked: "Do you remember what you said when I asked you this question?"

The images of that day flashed through Lin Weimin's mind, "I want to improve my life! It's hard without money, and it's even harder for a bachelor without money!"

He couldn't help but angrily said: "Why is it vulgar? I said so many philosophical things, why did you choose vulgar ones? Besides, you didn't say you would write it into a novel!"

Shi Tiesheng laughed heartily, "I really didn't say that I would write it into the novel, but what Mo Yan said was very noble, for the sake of my mother."

Lin Weimin was indignant, and said: "Mo Yan is shameless. He was greedy for officers wearing leather shoes, so he thought about writing novels to earn manuscript fees and buy a pair for himself."

He exposed Mo Yan's lie in anger, Shi Tiesheng couldn't help laughing, "Then I don't care, anyway, what he said at the time had a very noble purpose, you will be eliminated!"

Shi Tiesheng threatened again: "I will remember what you said, and I will sue you when I see Mo Yan next time!"

Lin Weimin didn't care, "Sue me! I still want to find him, this kid, he's one way in front of his face, but another way behind his back. A writer's mouth, a deceitful ghost!"

When the two were joking, Cheng Ximi prepared dinner and greeted him, "It's time to eat!"

After Lin Weimin had a meal at Shi Tiesheng's house, he left with the manuscript.

Early the next morning, he went to the editorial department of "Contemporary" first after work, and everyone was a little surprised to see him.

Since Lin Weimin became the editor-in-chief, before and after the move, even though he was still in the same unit, we definitely couldn't meet as often as before, and Lin Weimin couldn't even come to the editorial department once a week.

"What kind of wind is this that brought you here, leader?" Yao Shuzhi teased.

Lin Weimin was in a good mood and said, "The style of classic works!"

While talking, he took out the manuscript from his pocket and handed it to Yao Shuzhi, "Everyone have a look!"

The manuscript delivered by Lin Weimin himself must be extraordinary. Everyone immediately became interested and looked at the manuscript in Yao Shuzhi's hand greedily.

After delivering the manuscript, Lin Weimin left the editorial office and walked towards the front building. When he reached the door, he met Tong Zhonggui and Yu Hua.

Seeing Lin Weimin, Yu Hua, like a mouse seeing a cat, called out to Mr. Lin, and hurried into the building, while Tong Zhonggui respectfully called out to Mr. Lin.

Lin Weimin hummed and asked, "Why does Yu Hua work with you? Doesn't he live in a dormitory?"

"He stayed at my house last night!" Tong Zhonggui replied truthfully.

Lin Weimin smelled the alcohol smell on Tong Zhonggui's body, "Did you drink last night?"

Tong Zhonggui nodded.

Lin Weimin warned worriedly: "From now on, don't ask Yu Hua to go home, he is out of shape all day long."

Don't get you down!

Teacher Lin saved Yu Hua's face, and didn't say a word for the second half.

Yu Hua is a bit like the laughing and joking student in the class who always gets high marks in exams, while Tong Zhonggui is a bit like the serious and good student in the class.

If Tong Zhonggui was infected with Yu Hua's habit, wouldn't that be ruined?

Teacher Lin is determined not to let such a thing happen!
That afternoon, Lin Weimin was discussing the topic selection of the book with his colleagues in the planning office, when He Qizhi approached him.

Lin Weimin brought him into the office, and He Qizhi couldn't wait to say: "Weimin, that manuscript..."

"How is it?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

"Okay! That's great!" He Qizhi clapped his hands.

"Tiesheng wrote it for more than half a year, and I have been staring at it. I just finished the draft yesterday and brought it over!"

When Lin Weimin said this, there was a bit of complacency on his face.

He Qizhi praised: "In terms of drafting, no one in our agency can compare to you!"

Lin Weimin understood He Qizhi's character, and he had always disdained to flatter the leader.

Therefore, his words must be from the heart.

After thanking Lin Weimin for sending a good manuscript to "Contemporary", He Qizhi left the office.

After he left, Lin Weimin went to the editorial office of Tongwen News Agency.

When several young editors saw him, their lazy state immediately changed, and they almost sat upright.

Lin Weimin called Li Xuegang out of the editorial department, and asked, "How's the novel review going?"

Li Xuegang felt nervous for a while. Yu Hua told him yesterday that Mr. Lin was dissatisfied with their work efficiency. During this period of time, everyone has just been transferred to the Tongwen Agency. The work is relatively easy, and the interpersonal relationship is not so complicated. When it comes to novels, it is inevitable that everyone is a little lax in thinking.

Thinking wildly in his heart, Li Xuegang actively admitted his mistake, lowered his head and said: "Mr. Lin, I'm sorry, we have indeed been slack in our work recently and delayed our progress."

"There are so many senior editors in the agency, I didn't transfer them here, but let you be the editor-in-chief of this editorial department, because you are young and energetic, and you have to have a responsible attitude."

Lin Weimin's criticism made Li Xuegang even more ashamed, "You are right in your criticism. It is indeed my mistake in work. I will definitely urge everyone to do a good job in the work at hand."

Lin Weimin nodded, "Remember, you are the editor-in-chief, and you must show the momentum and attitude of the editor-in-chief. Work comes first. A good old man cannot be a leader."

Li Xuegang stood at attention solemnly, "I understand!"

"Well, let's go."

Lin Weimin watched Li Xuegang go back to the office.

Li Xuegang was only the editor of the second editor's office before, and the Tongwen News Agency had just been established. Lin Weimin felt that he had excellent professional ability, and he was eclectic.

The editors of the news agency's editorial department are young and young, and they are all about the same age. Lin Weimin knows very well that Li Xuegang must sometimes be embarrassed to exercise his leadership authority.

But the leader promotes you, not to make you a good person.

If you do a good job, it doesn't matter if you are a good old man.

If you don’t do your job well, if you treat yourself as a good old man, the people below will treat you as a fool, and the leaders will think you are incompetent.

Lin Weimin's criticism today can be regarded as a wake-up call for him.

The next day, Lin Weimin came to the editorial department of Tongwen News Agency again. He felt that the atmosphere in the office was indeed a little more serious than before, so he nodded unconsciously.

"Yu Hua!" Lin Weimin called out at the door.

Yu Hua stood up, "Mr. Lin, what do you need from me?"

"At the end of this month, the agency plans to hold a work seminar for "Alive"!"

Yu Hua was overjoyed when he heard the words, "Work seminar? Then I have to prepare well. Mr. Lin, when will the publication be finalized?"

"Alive" was published in the first issue of "Contemporary" this year, and it has only been two months now, and its influence has not yet fully fermented. Holding seminars for works is also a way of publicity.

"It's too early to say, wait until the seminar is over next month."

Yu Hua salivated and asked again: "Mr. Lin, can the royalties be implemented for this publication?"

Lin Weimin glanced at him, "How much do you want?"

"10%, what do you think?"

"How dare you think, Wang Shuo is only 10%."

Yu Hua scratched his head, is he going to be taller?
"Is the 8% head office okay?"

Lin Weimin waved his hands impatiently, "Let's talk about it later."

Yu Hua looked at the back of Lin Weimin leaving, and didn't dare to call him, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

8% is still high?
No matter how low it is, I'll just take the manuscript fee and forget it. Teacher Lin is now a leader, and his heart is getting darker and darker.

　Suddenly discovered a bug in the previous article, "Contemporary" had a prose column, and it was not until 93 that the prose column was separated to form "Chinese Prose" before the publication of prose was cancelled.The previous publication of Shi Tiesheng's essays has been changed from "People's Literature" to "Contemporary", hereby corrected.

　　
　
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