1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 643 Not getting a Nobel Prize is the loss of the prize

These days, publishing houses like the Guowen Society have overseas business, but the scale is basically negligible compared with our own, and the overseas distribution is under the responsibility of the International Book Trading Corporation. If you can't get it in your own hands, you can only accept RMB.

Therefore, to this day, the huge unit of Guowenshe does not even have a foreign exchange account, which is sad to say.

Lin Chunhui slapped the 8-meter knife, which really surprised Lao Cheng, who had never seen the world, and hurriedly called the director of finance for some money.

But after the initial excitement passed, Cheng Zaochun's mood calmed down again.

It doesn't matter whether it is 8 or 80, anyway, the Guowen Society can't keep it, so they have to settle foreign exchange by force, and then accept the RMB according to the official exchange rate.

He felt his heart bleed at the thought of losing so much foreign exchange.

You must know that this year the purchase of foreign libraries in various countries was spent in foreign exchange, which was approved only after he made a report. The Guowen Society has a fixed foreign exchange quota of 8000 yuan every year, and this year it has even exceeded the budget.

After making an appointment with Lin Chunhui to have dinner together in the evening, Cheng Zaochun sighed as he sent them away.

Lin Weimin knew him too well, of course he knew what he was worried about.

"World Literary Masterpiece Library" is only in the editing and review stage, and the boss of Wandao has already brought in a rice knife to spend money to introduce it. If it waits for publication, it may be able to achieve great success in overseas markets.

This overseas market includes Xiangjiang, Wandao, Haojiang and Southeast Asian countries where many Chinese gather.

But the Guowen Society doesn’t even have a foreign exchange account, and the money it makes is for nothing, and it’s all to add luster to the Bank of China.

"Don't sigh, I think this matter can be discussed. If we really earn foreign exchange for the country, we can talk to the above about opening an account and leave some money for us in proportion!"

These days, many state-owned enterprises have foreign business and can retain part of their foreign exchange funds. Of course, the Guowen Society does not have the commercial strength of others, but it should not be difficult to open an opening with the request from above.

"Old Cheng, whether you can keep this foreign exchange depends on how thick your skin is!"

Cheng Zaochun glared at Lin Weimin, if you can't speak, don't speak.

Forget it, let's go for a run.

Looking at today's situation, maybe the set of "World Literary Masterpieces Library" can really give the Guowen Society a big star. If there is a foreign exchange from time to time in the future, but they have to settle the foreign exchange forcibly, it will be like gouging him with a knife. What's the difference between the meat?
And it's still a blunt knife stabbing the flesh, and it hurts him every now and then.

The news that the boss of Youwandao came to Guowen Society with a rice knife to buy the copyright of "World Literary Classics Library" spread throughout Guowen Society in just an hour, and immediately reached the top 1 of Guowen Society's hot searches today, including "Lin Weimin" The news that he won the Strega Prize for Literature was suppressed.

"It's amazing, I came to the door with a rice knife. I have been in the Guowen Society for half my life, and this is the first time I have seen such a thing!"

"Who says it's not? It sounds like nonsense, but it really happened. Lin Weimin still has something to do!"

"Hey, at the beginning of the year, many people said that he was 'very happy'. This time, it was a slap in the face."

"I heard that the copyright fee alone is 16 meters. Is it true?"

"It should be true. It is said that it will be paid in three installments. This time is the first time, 8 yuan was given, and the next two times, 4 yuan each time."

"It's really amazing. I didn't expect our Guowen Society to earn foreign exchange one day!"

The fact that Lin Chunhui came to the door to ask for copyright with a rice knife was not only shocking, but also a kind of drama, which made colleagues discuss it endlessly.

The People's Society next door heard the news, and it was impossible not to be jealous.

Everyone works in the same building, why can you earn foreign exchange?

The news is still spreading, and within just one day, it has spread throughout Yanjing's publishing system.

Seeing that the news had spread to almost the same extent, Cheng Zaochun got into the car and went up to claim credit as a matter of course.

When he returned to the Guowen Society in the evening, he showed off to Lin Weimin with a happy face.

It's done.

The above promised that Guowen Society can open a foreign exchange account, and retain 20% of overseas copyright income.

Lin Chunhui paid 16 yuan for the copyright of "World Literary Masterpieces Library". In other words, with this income alone, the Guowen Society will be able to leave 3.2 yuan, which is almost equal to the three-year foreign exchange quota of the Guowen Society.

Cheng Zaochun's joy was understandable, but Lin Weimin urged: "Let Lao Song go to the bank with the documents, open an account first and deposit the money, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

Lao Song is the head of the finance department in the club.

"It makes sense, it makes sense. You are right in reminding him. Let him hurry up and do it tomorrow."

After the foreign exchange business was settled, Cheng Zaochun praised: "For the people, it seems that we made the right decision to publish the "World Literary Classics Library" this time."

Lin Weimin saw that the old comrades were a little smug again, and couldn't help but hit him: "Don't think too much, at best, you can sell the copyrights of several countries and regions, and it is estimated that it is only a few hundred thousand dollars."

Cheng Zaochun was not at all frustrated by being hit, "Isn't hundreds of thousands of meters enough? Our Chinese Society can keep [-] or [-] meters of knives. It will be convenient for us to do anything in the future. Even computer printing equipment is just around the corner. gone."

The old comrades have lost all their nonsense. When Xinhua Printing Factory launched computer printing equipment, it cost millions of dollars, and the factory manager almost ran away with his pants.

With the strength of the Guowen Society, only the year of the monkey and the month of the monkey can achieve their wish.

Although Lin Weimin didn't speak, Cheng Zaochun couldn't understand his eyes, he smiled kindly.

"Isn't this still you?"

Lin Weimin: ...

"World Literary Classics Library" sold its copyright before it was published. Anyway, it is a great joy for the Guowen Society. The atmosphere in the society is full of joy these days.

This morning, Lin Weimin was reviewing the manuscript, when he saw Hua deer poking around the door.

"Go in if you want, what are you doing sneakily?"

Yu Hua just came in, holding a magazine in his hand, with a delicate expression on his face.

"Mr. Lin, there is a publication, I think you should read it."

"Publications? Have you criticized the works published in the agency?"

Yu Hua didn't speak, and handed the publication to Lin Weimin.

It turned out to be "Southern Metropolis Weekend".

"Nandu Weekend" is a weekly magazine founded by Nandu Newspaper Media Group in 1984.

Since the 90s, "big close-up" reportage has become popular in the domestic literary world. This creative form created by Chinese writers has attracted the attention of a large number of readers in a short period of time. The authors often use "A city", "B province" " and so on to describe a vague place name, and even the protagonist of the report uses a pseudonym.

"Southern Metropolis Weekend" is the biggest beneficiary of this novel style. In the past two years, relying on the three magic weapons of "long-form serialization", "large-scale close-up", and "original layout", "Southern Metropolis Weekend" has been mixed in domestic newspapers and periodicals. The wind is booming, and the limelight is the same for a while.

Lin Weimin is in the publishing industry, and naturally understands the rise of "Southern Metropolis Weekend", but he despises it very much.

Anyone who has seen the so-called "reportage" of the vague "place names" and "person names" they play with knows very well the amount of "water" in them.

This water is not the water of the author of the web article, the water of the author of the web article, at least has a bit of conscience, and uses tap water, but the water used by "Nandu Weekend" is genuine "nuclear sewage".

To vividly describe a non-existent thing, to confuse black and white, to confuse right and wrong, knowing that it is based on imagination and fabrication, it is really a pen at the beginning, and the rest is all made up. This is the so-called "close-up" reportage.

Lin Weimin didn't like "Southern Metropolis Weekend", and he didn't know what Yu Hua's purpose was for bringing this publication, but he only glanced at it, and immediately saw the information related to himself.

"Lin Weimin: Losing the Nobel Prize for Literature is the Loss of the Award".

I am Nima!
Seeing this headline, Lin Weimin gasped. Did the UC editor come out 30 years earlier?

An interview article about Lin Weimin, the winner of the Strega Literary Prize, was grandly published on the front page of "Nandu Weekend". The article was not long, about [-] words.

It took Lin Weimin three to four minutes to finish the sweep, and he only felt a disgusting feeling of swallowing a fly in his heart.

He didn't even have to guess, it must have been written by a reporter who interviewed him at the airport a few days ago.

In the article, the reporter did not talk nonsense, and the basic facts were still told, but the only problem was Lin Weimin's answer to the question about the Nobel Prize for Literature.

This author directly tampered with Lin Weimin's words.

"Well, it's a lie to say that I didn't think about the Nobel Prize in Literature. I can't decide this matter. It's an honor to win it, but it's their loss. So, there's no need to take it so seriously."

The difference of a few words turned his original "normal heart" into a kind of "arrogance". In conjunction with the news that Shang Lin Weimin had just won the Strega Prize for Literature, the four words "little man succeeds" immediately Vivid on paper, incomparably vivid.

Damn you, it's a waste of talent not to be a screenwriter!
Zhao Gongli and Lin Weimin stared at the signature of the article. This person should be one of the reporters who interviewed him that day, or just a chief writer of "Nandu Weekend".

You say you can do the interview, and I’m quite cooperative. There is no grievance or enmity. Why do you have to tamper with my speech and make me look like a villain?
Lin Weimin couldn't figure it out. He could only think that this situation was because the media wanted to gain attention.

After all, the lower limit of southern media has never been high.

"teacher LIN!"

Seeing that Lin Weimin stared at the article for a long time without any response, Yu Hua couldn't help calling him.

Lin Weimin raised his head, his expression was calm, without any trace of anger.

"Did you buy this publication?"

"Well, I passed by the newsstand in the morning and saw your front page, so I bought it to have a look. I didn't expect..."

Yu Hua hesitated to speak.

A helpless smile appeared on Lin Weimin's face, "This reporter probably tampered with my words to gain attention."

Yu Hua was not surprised, he thought he knew Mr. Lin well, and knew that with his character, he would never say such a thing.

Yu Hua looked angry, "This kind of reporter is really outrageous, what the hell!"

Lin Weimin put the newspaper on the table, "In the past few years, with the great economic development, people are focused on making money and earning a lot of money. Not everyone has a conscience."

"Mr. Lin, you can't let them ferment this kind of false news. You have to contact the newspaper immediately and ask them to correct the news." Yu Hua reminded.

Yu Hua's words make sense, but the problem is that the nausea is here.

Nine of the reports in Nandu Weekend are true and one is false. Except for the eye-catching headlines and the falsification of one question, most of the content is true.

This situation is really not easy to deal with.

But if he really let it go like this, Lin Weimin would not even be able to pass his own test.

(End of this chapter)