1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 649 I Want to Find Little White Dragon
The fact that a film wins an award is not just a contest between the quality of the film itself and the relationship between people.

But Lin Weimin has great confidence in Zhang Yimou. It seems that this guy is born to win awards when making movies.

Looking at Lao Mouzi's career, not to mention other awards, just talk about the top three in Europe, one Palme d'Or, two Golden Lions, one Silver Lion, one Golden Bear, and one Silver Bear.

Not to mention the Chinese film industry, even if you look at the world, the honors he has won are rare, shining a light on the world film industry.

Although Chinese people always like to compare Cheng Kaige and Zhang Yimou, but in terms of film awards, Cheng Kaige can’t beat his old rival. There is only one "Farewell My Concubine" can fight.

Right now, "Farewell My Concubine" is being prepared, with an investment of 800 million meters.

Jiang Wen found that the investment of 200 million dollars was as rich as the landlord's Lao Cai, not to mention that Cheng Kaige got an investment of 800 million dollars.

Lao Cheng said: I have never fought such a rich battle.

With sufficient funds, an original work with world-class influence, the joining of famous stars, and the support of a smart and capable producer, after half a year of preparation, "Farewell My Concubine" will be launched in the middle of next month. Cheng Kaige has recently been proud of himself, smug.

After dinner, Han Zhuangzhuang and Zhang Yimou sat at Lin Weimin's house for a while.

Han Zhuangzhuang was sitting on the sofa whispering to Lin Weimin, seeing Zhang Yimou's eyes looking towards the two of them, he stopped talking with a guilty conscience.

Zhang Yimou felt a little restless, got up and said goodbye.

Lin Weimin said a few words of blessing and sent the two of them away.

Looking at Zhang Yimou's back, Lin Weimin thought, "Yimou, Yimou, I didn't see that, he has an honest and responsible face, and he has a lot of goofs."

In early September, Zhang Yimou and his team flew to Italy to participate in the film festival.

The Guowen Society has ushered in a major personnel change.

Uncle Zhai, the "Four Dynasties Veteran" who survived three presidents, has officially retired. Well, there were no flowers, no applause, only the future Uncle Zhou in the reception room came to see him off.

Uncle Zhai moved his nest one step at a time, and turned his head every three steps. It seemed that he was full of reluctance to part with the Guowen Society, a unit that he had worked for all his life.

Xiao Zhou saw it, and his heart was full of admiration for Uncle Zhai.

This is the unit as home!
"Yo, Uncle Zhai, are you leaving today?"

Lin Weimin just came back from outside, and happened to run into Uncle Zhai who was about to leave.

"For the people!" Uncle Zhai's face, which was originally full of sorrow, suddenly burst into a bright smile, and then said with a bit of sadness: "Yes, it's time to stop."

"You have worked hard for half your life, and it's time to go home and enjoy the family happiness."

Uncle Zhai echoed Lin Weimin's words, with a certain expectation in his eyes.

"Okay, let's not talk about it, I still have something to do."

Lin Weimin planned to enter the hospital as soon as he said that, Uncle Zhai couldn't hide the disappointment on his face.

Unexpectedly, Lin Weimin turned around suddenly at this time, "That's right. I almost forgot. Treating you to dinner tonight is to celebrate your glorious retirement, and Xiao Zhou will go with you."

Uncle Zhai, who had already been greatly disappointed, had an astonishing brilliance in his eyes when he heard these words.

"How embarrassing that is!"

"Hey! What's the point of being polite between us?"

With Lin Weimin's words, Uncle Zhai was satisfied, and waved his hand at him, "You go to work first, you go to work first, let's talk at night."

After Lin Weimin left, Uncle Zhai said to Xiao Zhou in a very "distressed" way: "Oh, I wanted to leave quietly without disturbing anyone, but look... Oh, I'm so embarrassed by this."

Xiao Zhou looked at Uncle Zhai adoringly, "Uncle Zhai, you are still the most popular old man, and the editor-in-chief is here to see you off."

The smile on Uncle Zhai's face was huge, "After all, I watched it grow up, and that's where the feelings are!"

"You have a really good relationship with Editor-in-Chief Lin." Xiao Zhou said with a bit of envy.

Uncle Zhai waved his hand modestly, "Don't talk about it, don't talk about it, they're all retired anyway."

He said to Xiao Zhou seriously: "Xiao Zhou, you must remember in the future that you must work hard. Although we are only guards, we are also an important position in the Chinese Cultural Society. Just like when you are a soldier at a border post, what you guard is the motherland. Guomen, we are in the reception room, and we are also guarding the gate of the Guowen Society."

Feeling the heavy responsibility on his shoulders, Xiao Zhou stood at attention solemnly, "Yes!"

Uncle Zhai was very satisfied with Xiao Zhou's reaction, patted him on the shoulder, and set off again, with brisk steps and a happy spring breeze, and Xiao Zhou helped him carry his things and followed closely behind.

Two days later, it's the weekend.

Lin Weimin received a call from Qu Xiaowei last night, saying that the little ancestor of their family wanted to be a godfather and wanted to come to their house as a guest.

Lin Weimin had no choice but to tell Sister Qin that there would be guests at home tomorrow and let her prepare in advance.

At around eight o'clock in the morning, a roar of motorcycles came from a distance and stopped at the gate of Lin Weimin's house.

Liu Haiyan got out of the car with her waist, and complained: "You can't slow down when you brake, and you will be startled when you get in the car. I will never ride in your car again."

Before Qu Xiaowei could speak back, his son Qu Xiangnan rushed towards the gate.

"Godfather, I'm coming!" Qu Xiangnan shouted impatiently.

"Er Bao, slow down." Liu Haiyan yelled from behind, closely following her son's steps.

Qu Xiaowei parked the car unhurriedly at the door, and Shi Shiran walked into the yard.

When he reached the door of the main room, he saw his son Qu Xiangnan dangling around Lin Weimin's thigh, and he almost couldn't hug him.

Lin Weimin asked dumbfoundedly: "What's the situation with this kid? Didn't he not let me hug him before?"

Liu Haiyan scolded: "What year are you talking about the old almanac?"

She said again: "Don't mention it. After reading the "Spirited Away" you posted on "Children's Age", I am so obsessed with Mini Mini now that I almost regard you as an idol."

Qu Xiangnan shouted at this time: "Godfather, what happened after Qianxun? Can you tell me about it?"

"The magazine is still being serialized, so I can't tell you casually, won't you know when you read the next issue?"

Qu Xiangnan was a little disappointed when he heard the words, but still begged: "Just tell me, I promise not to tell anyone else."

Lin Weimin picked him up and asked, "Then tell me honestly, you need to know in advance what you plan to do next?"

The IQ of the primary school student who just entered the fourth grade is not enough. When pressed by Lin Weimin, he confessed honestly: "I want to tell my classmates and they all like to listen."

This is your kid's guarantee?
Needless to say, this "classmate" must be a woman.

Pick up girls with Lao Tzu's novels!

If you really have a father, you have a son, just like your father!
Lin Weimin's teasing eyes made Qu Xiaowei a little embarrassed, he drove his son to play somewhere else, and changed the subject, "Where's Xiaodoubao?"

"I took it out for a walk, and I'll be back later. I didn't expect you to come so early."

"I don't think it's too early, but this kid knows that he will come to your house today, so he is more active than usual in school." Qu Xiaowei complained.

Lin Weimin looked at his face, and said solemnly: "You are middle-aged, you have to be a little restrained."

Liu Haiyan at the side spat on Lin Weimin when he heard the words, and gave him a big roll of his eyes by the way.

"It has nothing to do with me. His dark circles are caused by going out to practice."

Lin Weimin looked at Qu Xiaowei in surprise, "Practice Tan'er? What kind of Tan'er are you practicing?"

"Clothing stall. Didn't he say he was going to go to sea last year? You all disagree, and neither do your family members.

But he..."

Liu Haiyan twisted Qu Xiaowei's arm while talking, and continued: "I'm not dead, I've been thinking about this matter all the time. If I can't go to the sea, he came up with a devious strategy and went to the training booth first."

Lin Weimin asked with interest: "How did you practice? Tell me."

"On Xiushui Street, there is a stall selling men's clothing." Qu Xiaowei said.

"Where do you buy it from?"

"I know an old Wu who specializes in buying goods from the south, and everything is bought from him."

After hearing Qu Xiaowei say a few words, Lin Weimin already understood, "Business isn't going well, is it?"

Qu Xiaowei was surprised, "How do you know?"

nonsense!

Can I not know?Just your mallet!

There have been people setting up stalls on Xiushui Street since the 80s, and now it has become a fairly large-scale free market, not only in Yanjing City, but also in the whole country.

It mainly sells clothing, underwear and small household goods produced by factories in the south. The stall fee there is low and the flow of people is large. Like Zhongguancun, it is one of the most popular places to set up stalls in Yanjing.

It’s a pity that it’s too late to set up stalls on Silk Street at this time. In the 80s, Silk Street was a paradise for getting rich, especially in the two years when prices soared. money.

And what Qu Xiaowei sells is men's clothing... Women, children, old people, dogs, men, this consumption chain is not a joke.

The most important thing is that he doesn't even own the purchase channel. It's a ghost if he can make a lot of money, and it's not bad if he can make hard money.

"Ah! Now the business is not doing well. There are too many people practicing stalls. I feel that there are not as many people shopping as there are practicing stalls." Qu Xiaowei complained.

Lin Weimin shook his head speechlessly. What kind of business is he doing with his head? It's a good stick.

However, Qu Xiaowei was right about one thing. It has been more than a year since Xiaoping’s southern tour, and the tide of commercialization of one billion people and [-] million merchants is sweeping this ancient country.

"Isn't it good to be in your class honestly?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Aren't I also responding to the government's call? Let me tell you, part-time jobs still involve too much energy. Otherwise, I would definitely earn much more than I do now." Qu Xiaowei said confidently.

Such blind confidence!
While the two were talking, they heard the sound of a child crying loudly.

Listen carefully, it sounds like Qu Xiangnan's voice.

The two searched for it following the sound, and saw that the pen holder in the study room was down on the desk, several brushes were scattered all over the floor, and Liu Haiyan was dragging Qu Xiangnan to spank his ass.

No need to ask, Qu Xiangnan must have done it.

Qu Xiangnan cried loudly after being beaten by his mother, and Liu Haiyan was so angry that he asked loudly, "What are you doing in the study? Did your godfather let you in? Take a look at what this study asked you to do?"

Lin Weimin persuaded: "Okay, Haiyan, don't beat him up yet, wait until you get home at night."

"Are you the one who persuaded the fight?" Qu Xiaowei went to Liu Haiyan, rescued Qu Xiangnan, and asked, "Erbao, what are you doing in the study? This is your godfather's study, and there are important things in it." Things, how can you move around casually?"

Qu Xiangnan was beaten with snot and tears, crying so hard, he said intermittently: "I...I want to find... find Xiaobailong!"

(End of this chapter)