1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 686
The news of Lin Weimin's suspension has spread throughout the cultural circles of Yanjing after a few days of fermentation, and the reason for the suspension has also been widely spread - the refusal of the Ministry of Officials to go to the Ministry of Radio, Film and Television to take over as the director of the Film Bureau.

Many people's first reaction when they heard this was nonsense. Is there anyone who is not willing to do such a good thing?
The editor-in-chief of the Guowen Society and the director of the Film Bureau seem to be at the same level, but their powers and responsibilities are completely different.

It may seem like a horizontal transfer, but anyone with a bit of common sense can tell that this is definitely a promotion.

And this kind of cross-field transfer is very difficult without the appreciation of leaders.

No matter how you look at it, this is an excellent opportunity!

But when everyone heard the news, they were not too surprised.

After all, it was Lin Weimin!

He is already the editor-in-chief of the Chinese Literature Society at the young age of 1000. All the novels he has created are classics and are sold well both at home and abroad. Just donate.

For such a person, a mere director of the film bureau is really nothing.

Many people appreciate Lin Weimin's indifferent and bright ambitions. Of course, there are also many people who don't like Lin Weimin and want to mutter behind their backs, "Growing fame".

The public opinion outside is discussing Lin Weimin, but it has nothing to do with him.

For a week after the suspension, Lin Weimin ate, drank, played, called friends, and played with cats and dogs. His life was peaceful and joyful until he received a call from Lao Cheng.

"I said, did you forget something?"

Lin Weimin pretended to be stupid and tried to get away with it, "I'm on vacation, what can happen. Let me tell you, I'm thinking about my mistakes at home right now, deeply reflecting on my disappointment to the organization. Don't disturb me."

Cheng Zaochun got used to it as soon as he opened his mouth, and he didn't get angry. He just read Lin Weimin's itinerary for the next two weeks on the phone.

"The donkeys of the production team can't be used like that!" Lin Weimin shouted.

"The donkeys of the production team can't be used like this, but you are now a wild donkey without household registration." Old Cheng said sharply.

Suspended employees have no human rights, right?

Lin Weimin had already thought about how Lao Cheng would "walk away with tea" on the day of his retirement.

Two days later, Lin Weimin appeared at Yanjing Railway Station.

"Editor-in-Chief!"

Qin Yunxiang from the publishing department waited until Lin Weimin reached out to pick up Lin Weimin's suitcase, but Lin Weimin didn't let him pick it up.

"Where are the others? Are they all here?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Not even Yuxiu."

This book signing event is a nationwide book signing organized by the Guowen Press and Xinhua Bookstore.

It has been nearly five months since the Cloth Tiger series was launched, and it has been widely welcomed by readers.

In the first batch of three works, such blockbuster works as "Abandoned City" and "Flower Season Rainy Season" appeared. The sales volume of "Abandoned City" has exceeded 350 million copies, and the sales volume of "Flower Season Rainy Season" has also exceeded 150 million copies.

The second batch of five works is not as exaggerated as "Abandoned Capital" and "Flower Season and Rainy Season". However, within two months after publication, Liang Xiaosheng's "Annihilation" and Zhao Mei's "Lang Yuan" also calmly exceeded 40 copies sales.

Everyone understands that works such as "Abandoned Capital" and "Flower Season and Rainy Season" are hard to come by. It is already very rare that the second batch of Buhu series can reach the level of 40 volumes in two months.

Up to now, the cumulative sales volume of the Buhuo series has exceeded 720 million copies, and it has gained millions of readers nationwide, and has completely established the position of the best-selling series in the Chinese publishing industry.

This nationwide signing event can be said to be a feedback to readers, and it can also be seen as a promotion for the author himself and the Buhuo series, and it can be seen as an action to show momentum.

Lin Weimin, the editor-in-chief (suspended), led the team, two people from the publishing department, and four writers, namely Jia Pingwa, Yuxiu, Liang Xiaosheng and Zhao Mei.

The two people in the publishing department are in order to connect with bookstores around the world and deal with trivial matters, while the selection of writers is determined entirely based on the sales volume of their works.

In fact, a few days ago, Jia Pingwa and the other four had signed a sale in Yanjing, and the next stop was Jinmen.

When I got on the train, because it was a short distance, everyone took hard seats.

Not long after the train left, Liang Xiaosheng began to take things out of his bag, boiled eggs, steamed buns, miso, green onions, cucumbers...

"Have you brought the rice cooker and rice?" Lin Weimin teased.

"If it wasn't for the lack of electricity, do you think no one would dare to take it?" Liang Xiaosheng replied.

He enthusiastically shared things with everyone. Although it was only a little over two hours away, eating by train was a ritual, and it was indispensable.

After getting off the train, everyone first checked into the guest house.

The area around Heping Road is the commercial center of Jinmen. There are several bookstores here. The Xinhua Bookstore on Heping Road, located opposite the department store, is the largest bookstore in Jinmen.

When Lin Weimin and others arrived at the Xinhua Bookstore on Heping Road the next day, there was already a long queue at the door.

In the 90s, literature declined, but literature lovers did not die, they just had to turn their energies from literature to other things due to various pressures.

Xinhua Bookstore warmed up today's writer's signing meeting half a month in advance, and readers who had left the bookstore sprung up one after another like bamboo shoots after a rain.

Lin Weimin looked at the lively scene at the door of the bookstore, and thought in his heart that such scenes would probably become less and less in the future.

The signing activity at Xinhua Bookstore on Heping Road lasted for a day, and at least 1000 readers came. On the first day, the shoulders and wrists of Jia Pingwa and others were already half useless.

Although it is a signature, most people will write a word of blessing, so the actual workload is much greater than the usual amount of writing.

In the evening, the bookstore arranges a meal, rests for the night, and the group sets off again the next day.

This time the location is much farther away, it is Xi'an, Jia Pingwa's lair.

The largest Xinhua Bookstore in Xi’an, Xi’an people used to call it Bell Tower Bookstore, is located in the northeast of the Bell Tower, one of the landmark buildings in Xi’an, and on the east side of the Post Office Building.

The signing session was the same as yesterday, the scene was lively, and the readers who came came lined up a long queue of hundreds of meters.

Several writers were diligently signing their names, but an egg suddenly flew out of the crowd, hitting Jia Pingwa in the face.

In an instant, eggshells and egg liquid splashed, and the little girl Yuxiu who was sitting next to Jia Pingwa screamed out in shock, and the readers who were queuing up also had a commotion.

Jia Pingwa stood there stunned by the smash, and before the bookstore staff could react, a high-pitched voice came from the crowd.

"Down with the rogue writer Jia Pingwa!"

Lin Weimin was the first to react, pointing in the direction of the crowd, "Go find that person."

Qin Yunxiang and Wang Hongjun, another boy from the publishing department, responded to the sound and rushed towards the rioters. After a short time of commotion among the readers, Qin Yunxiang and Wang Hongjun twisted a young man with glasses and brought them to Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin was not idle when Qin Yunxiang and Wang Hongjun went to arrest people. First, he asked Jia Pingwa to wipe his face and clean up the scene.

Seeing Jia Pingwa's depression, she comforted him and asked, "Do you need to rest?"

"It's okay, so many readers have come, we can't let them down," Jia Pingwa said.

Lin Weimin spoke a few words to appease the readers who were queuing. On the other side, the young man under the control of Qin Yunxiang and Wang Hongjun was still clamoring, "Why do you arrest me? Do you think you are a prostitute?"

Lin Weimin came to the young man with a cold face.

"Why did you catch you, don't you know?"

"Still fucked? I think you're the fucked up!"

"What? If you don't like a work, you have to knock it down! If you don't like a writer, you have to criticize it! Tell me, what is your behavior called?"

The young man shouted: "What he wrote is a big poison, why can't it be overthrown? Literature is art and noble. We must not allow such a person to tarnish literature, let alone make him grandstanding in the palace."

"You also said that literature is art, you can have different opinions, you can also criticize and debate, but it must be within a reasonable range.

What you are doing now is blatantly insulting others, using the name of nobility to act despicable in reality.

Also, literature does not need to be maintained by anyone, and no one can tarnish it. Literature is pushed to the palace by the people.If one day, the palace of literature is pushed down in the wilderness, it must not be because of people like you, but because literature is cut off from the people! "

Lin Weimin's words were sonorous and forceful, and as soon as he finished speaking, someone in the queue immediately shouted "Yes".

Then the people around immediately responded, "Okay! Well said!"

If a writer is going to be knocked down because he wrote a novel that some people don’t like within the normal creative framework, then what is the difference from literary inquisition?

Most of the people present today have experienced that era, and their nerves are extremely sensitive. The young man's behavior obviously touched everyone's nerves, but Lin Weimin's words were like a shot in the arm, arousing the common hatred of everyone present.

The young man looked at the reactions of everyone present, with puzzled and bewildered expressions on his face.

Shouldn't rogue writers who write rogue novels like Jia Pingwa be shot down?

"Do you not understand why everyone dislikes your behavior so much?"

The young man looked at Lin Weimin and didn't answer, but his eyes gave him affirmation.

"Do you know me?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Lin Weimin."

The young man's eyes sparkled when he said that, he came to trouble Jia Pingwa today, but it didn't prevent him from liking literature, not to mention Lin Weimin was standing in front of him.

"Then let me ask you, if you find me with a novel now and say: Teacher Lin, I wrote a novel, can you read it for me?
I flipped through your novel and threw it on the ground, saying: What kind of shit was written.

You retort: ​​I'm not writing shit.

I said: It's shit, I, Lin Weimin, said shit, it's shit.

Is my behavior different from yours just now?How do you feel? "

After Lin Weimin finished speaking, he stared at the young man with a thoughtful look on his face, and he understood Lin Weimin's meaning in a moment.

Lin Weimin signaled Qin Yunxiang and Wang Hongjun to let go of this young man. He could tell that this young man was not a bad person. He seemed to like literature very much, but his thinking was a little extreme.

Lin Weimin knew that it was impossible for a stubborn person to be persuaded so easily. He didn't give the young man time to think, and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. You can go back and think about it slowly. I only have one request for you, and I sincerely give it to Jia Ping." Comrade Wa apologize, can it be done?"

The young man showed disdain, and was about to say "impossible", when Lin Weimin said, "Think carefully, if you don't apologize, I will choose to call the police. You are a public security case, and you will not be sentenced. You will be detained for two days at most. , but it will be recorded on the record, which will affect your future education, military service, work and promotion."

When the young man heard the words, the disdain on his face disappeared, his lips pursed, hesitating.

mock up!I can't cure you anymore?

After being intimidated by Lin Weimin, the young man flinched back and said in a low voice, "I apologize to him."

Lin Weimin nodded, "Okay, then just wait."

The signing session lasted for a whole day. The young man committed the crime in the morning and was held in the bookstore by Lin Weimin for most of the day. It was not until the evening when Jia Pingwa waited for the writer to finish his work that he had the opportunity to apologize.

Most of the day is enough to cool down a young man's enthusiastic but short-lived enthusiasm, and his attitude when he apologizes is considered sincere.

Jia Pingwa accepted his apology, and then said: "Although your criticism is very radical, I will accept it. I will be more cautious and restrained in describing X in the future."

The young man was a little happy when he heard the words, and apologized again sincerely.

The young man walked away happily, and Jia Pingwa smiled wryly at Lin Weimin, "I'll show you a joke!"

"Today's joke may be an anecdote in another 20 years!" Lin Weimin laughed.

One sentence makes people suddenly enlightened!
(End of this chapter)