Chapter 254 You Know Me

The return journey took a day. When the train arrived in Yanjing, it was morning. Everyone went home and rested for a day before going to work again.

After separating from his colleagues, Lin Weimin first sent Shi Tiesheng home. Seeing his son come back, Shi's father finally felt relieved.

I just wonder what the old man would think if he knew that Lin Weimin used Shi Tiesheng as a suicide squad and rushed around the basketball court?

The most likely possibility is that a sign will be put up at the entrance of No. 26 Lama Temple Street, reading "Lin Weimin and dogs are not allowed to enter."

After seeing Shi Tiesheng off, Lin Weimin returned home and had a good rest for the day.

The next morning, I rode my motorcycle to work.

Just now, when I was at the gate of Guowen Society and was about to say hello to my colleagues who had just arrived, I saw a familiar figure squatting at the gate. When he saw Lin Weimin coming, he immediately stood up and stopped Lin Weimin's motorcycle.

"Where have you been these days?"

Lin Weimin almost thought that his memory was disordered and that he had married a shrew, and that during this period of time, he had been out fooling around.

He looked at Wang Shuo's face full of resentment and asked puzzledly: "What's wrong with you?"

Wang Shuo had a complicated expression on his face. Seeing that he looked embarrassed, Lin Weimin knew that he must have encountered some trouble, and it was not easy to talk about it in front of everyone.

"Come on, follow me to the office."

When they arrived at the office, no one was there yet, so Lin Weimin poured Wang Shuo a cup of hot tea.

"Okay, tell me, what's going on?"

Wang Shuo looked at Lin Weimin with a complicated look in his eyes again. After waiting for a long time, he finally uttered a word.

"Have you ever had your mouth blessed?"

"Hey? You're here to curse me? Do you believe I can kick you out?"

After striking down Wang Shuo's arrogance, Lin Weimin drank his tea and stopped asking questions in a hurry.

After leaving him alone for a while, Wang Shuo couldn't bear it anymore.

"Xie Jing was arrested!"

Lin Weimin was not surprised at all. "How long was the sentence?"

"Half a year."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "That's good. Just think of it as hiding from the limelight."

Wang Shuo was furious, "You are gloating over other people's misfortune."

"Be content. If he had been caught a month later, it would have been ten years. Do you believe it?"

Wang Shuo stopped talking.

This year has been an eventful one, and a thunderstorm is brewing during this period.

That's why Lin Weimin said that it was a good thing that Xie Jing was arrested at this time. He was given a light sentence of six months, and he would be a brave man again when he came out.

Wang Shuo sat dejectedly on the chair, like a stray dog.

Lin Weimin then asked: "Can't do business anymore?"

"Nonsense! I almost got folded inside, what the hell is going on!"

"What are you going to do next?"

"have no idea."

Wang Shuo had a bewildered look on his face. Although he usually looked fearless, he was actually the most cowardly of the bunch having grown up in a compound, and he only knew how to talk big.

Xie Jing was almost scared out of his wits when something happened to him. He used to think that he had connections and connections behind him, so it didn't matter if something happened to him.

But this time Xie Jingzhen went in, and he was completely dumbfounded.

The most crucial thing is that after Xie Jing was arrested, he was fined a huge sum of money, so much so that he wiped out all the profits that the two had made since they started speculating.

Wang Shuo did not hesitate when taking the money, but he couldn't help but regret it afterwards.

He should have kept some for himself. Now his life has become a problem.

The outside world is in turmoil now, and he can't do the illegal things in his mind.

I also quit my job.

After being stuck at home for several days, Wang Shuo thought about what Lin Weimin had said to him.

It’s fucking amazing!

So he ran to the Guowen Publishing House to find Lin Weimin, but unexpectedly he happened to meet Lin Weimin who was going to Yantai to hold a writers' club.

Wang Shuo waited at the door of the Chinese Literature Society for a week.

Seeing Wang Shuo like this, Lin Weimin couldn't help but tease him, "What's the matter, Master Shuo? Are you depressed already?"

Wang Shuo couldn't pretend anymore and said with a sad face: "Don't make fun of me!"

Lin Weimin chuckled twice.

At this time, Rong Shihui walked into the office, followed by He Qizhi.

Colleagues came in one by one, and it became inconvenient to talk about some things.

Lin Weimin picked up a 500-word manuscript on the table and threw it in front of Wang Shuo.

"What's the meaning?"

"Looking at you like this, I guess you can't make it. Follow me, at least you can make a living!"

Lin Weimin's tone sounded as if Gao Qiqiang was recruiting younger brothers.

Wang Shuo waved the manuscript in his hand, excited, "Who do you think you are?"

Lin Weimin said calmly, "Eight yuan for a thousand words. If you think about it, you can get a thousand yuan for a novella!"

The manuscript waving in the air stopped there. Wang Shuo's face flushed, and the veins on his forehead popped out. He said, "It's not about money..."

"Mainly...I just love literature."

Then came some difficult-to-understand words, like "You're the one begging me for help", "I don't even look at other magazines", "I don't care about the royalties when I write novels", etc., which attracted the attention of other colleagues in the office.

Lin Weimin frowned and said, "Alright, alright, there's no end to this. When can you hand in the manuscript?"

Just after he finished bragging, when he heard that Lin Weimin was going to get serious and even mentioned "submitting the manuscript", Wang Shuo started to avoid the topic again.

"Weimin, you know me. I have very high standards for my writing. I have to write a manuscript until I am satisfied..."

"That's half a month."

Lin Weimin did not give Wang Shuo a chance to continue speaking. He widened his eyes and seemed to want to make a few remarks.

"What's the matter? Master Shuo, is this okay?"

Lin Weimin's tone reminded Wang Shuo of the summer afternoon of his first year in junior high school.

Standing in the school public toilet, the water stains from the opposite side had already sprayed onto his trouser legs, and he looked very smug.

And he, Wang Shuo, a man, absolutely cannot be cowardly at this time.

Just like that day when he took off his pants, took out his water gun and madly sprayed the opposite side.

Wang Shuo stood up suddenly and threw the manuscript in his hand.

"Wait! Submit the manuscript in half a month!"

After saying that, he walked away!

Several colleagues who had just entered the office looked at each other, and everyone seemed to have witnessed another interesting scene.

Why is it that when it comes to Lin Weimin, things always become bizarre?

"For the people?" Rong Shihui shouted.

Lin Weimin looked at him.

"Just now was... a manuscript collection?"

"Yeah!" Lin Weimin hummed.

He Qizhi couldn't help but ask, "Do you usually compile articles like this?"

"That's not the case. This thing...depends on the person." Lin Weimin explained.

Everyone nodded as if they understood.

So, Weimin was able to become deputy editor-in-chief so quickly because of this skill?

Learned it!

Lin Weimin didn’t know what his colleagues had learned, he only knew that he had recruited a new powerful general.

Tsk tsk tsk…

No matter how others criticize him, the quality of Wang Shuo's works is there and cannot be questioned.

Some people may not be able to stand Wang Shuo's blasphemy against elite culture, some people may oppose Wang Shuo's unscrupulous ridicule of traditional spirit, and some people may be angry at Wang Shuo's playing word games and treating literature as a game of life.

But everyone must admit one fact, that is - Wang Shuo's works have influenced an entire generation.

Teacher Lin is deeply gratified that such a writer who holds a unique position in the history of Chinese literature can embark on the path of literature under his kind advice.

Today, Teacher Lin has made outstanding contributions to Chinese literature.

Colleagues came to work one after another, and the office became lively. The topic naturally revolved around the "Yantai Writers' Conference" which had just ended.

Everyone was discussing with great relish the interesting things that happened during the writers' conference, and naturally they couldn't help but make fun of the fact that Lin Weimin had written another self-criticism, without any respect for the leader at all.

After chatting for a long time, Meng Weizai appeared and called everyone to a meeting in the front building.

The grand writers' conference has ended. Contemporary Magazine spent a lot of money on this conference. Guowen Publishing House did not pay any money, but it used a lot of connections.

All efforts are made for the manuscript, and the focus of discussion in the meeting is naturally the manuscript.

The quality of several manuscripts completed during the writing conference was highly praised by the editor-in-chief Wei Junyi, which is equivalent to determining the success of the writing conference.

For Contemporary Magazine, with this successful case, future writers' clubs will be easier to apply for and operate.

The next issue to be discussed is the follow-up of the works that the writers participating in the writing conference are currently conceiving and creating.

All writers have editors. Wei Junyi asked about the situation one by one. When it was Lin Weimin's turn, he thought about the big satellite that Cheng Zhongshi and Lu Yao had sent to him.

When it was his turn to describe the works of Cheng Zhongshi and Lu Yao, Lin Weimin hesitated and said, "I can't really say for sure!"

Wei Junyi frowned and asked, "Why can't you say for sure? There should be a rough deadline for when the manuscript can be submitted, right?"

Thinking of the great works of a million words that the two had planned for him, Lin Weimin said, "Editor-in-chief, I think we shouldn't put too much pressure on the authors. Since everyone has come to participate in the writers' meeting, they will definitely not take it lightly. Everyone must have the idea of ​​being loyal to the people who entrusted them with their work..."

Wei Junyi sensed a hint of uneasiness in Lin Weimin's words.

At this time, Lin Weimin continued, "Editor-in-Chief, you know me. I have always been very caring towards my authors..."

“Puff!”

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and saw Yao Shuzhi and Zhu Changsheng smiling apologetically at everyone, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Lin Weimin ignored the two people's interruption and said, "I think the deadline for submission varies from person to person. Lao Cheng and Lu Yao are both like a loud drum that doesn't need a heavy hammer..."

"Alright, alright!" Wei Junyi interrupted him impatiently, frowning and saying, "If you can't submit it for the time being, just say so. Why are you looking for so many subjective reasons? What do you mean you love the author so much that you come here to show off? If Lu Yao knew about this, would he agree with you?"

“Puff!”

“Puff!”

The conference room was filled with mocking laughter, and everyone finally broke down in the face of Wei Junyi's serious complaints.

If we want to know who in the Guowen Society can control Lin Weimin, the Monkey King, we have to look at Old Lady Wei!

Everyone looked at Lin Weimin, and an idea popped into their minds at the same time.

How can you say such shameless words with your eight-centimeter-wide mouth?

(End of this chapter)