Chapter 330 It Still Has to Be You

When he came to the Institute of Cultural Research again, Lin Weimin was warmly received by Xu Gang.

She pulled him to sit on the sofa, poured him a cup of tea, asked him about his health, and finally said, "I heard you were promoted to editor-in-chief?"

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "You are really well-informed. I just found out about this when I just came back. The higher-ups issued a document stating that retired old comrades are not suitable to be editors-in-chief, so the publishing house is thinking of promoting me."

Xu Gangxiang looked at Lin Weimin and said with some sigh: "Only 25? And he's already the editor-in-chief of Contemporary Magazine!"

Then he added: "Mr. Wan created Thunderstorm at the age of 23 and Sunrise at the age of 25. You, as a student, are not inferior to your teacher!"

Lin Weimin said, "Director, if you keep praising me like this, I can't stay in this room any longer."

The two of them laughed twice before getting down to business.

Since 1983, the Institute of Literature has been actively preparing for the establishment of the National Academy of Literature. Two months ago in November, the Ministry of Rites finally approved the report of the Cultural Association on transforming the Institute of Literature into a national academy of literature.

In December, the sign that had been hanging in front of the Institute of Literature and Art for decades was taken down. Meng Weizai said that the Institute of Literature and Art was an old habit and it should now be called the "National Academy of Literature and Art."

The Institute of Literature will be restructured into the College of Literature and will soon be included in the national higher education system. Its admission standards, examination methods, academic system, teaching plans and facilities are all similar to those of universities and are moving towards formalization.

In view of the actual situation in the literary world, the School of Literature still plans to organize short-term training courses to help literary practitioners who are unable to carry out long-term studies for various reasons.

It was only after talking with Xu Gang that Lin Weimin found out that the new dean was about to take office and that he, the former director, would have to step down.

“In the future, the operation of the Faculty of Arts will become more and more formal, and the situation where one can enter the school by publishing two articles and getting a recommendation from a journal as before will become less and less common.

I thought, while I am still here, I should make plans for those comrades who have no other options, so that everyone can come in and learn. I am afraid that such opportunities will become less and less in the future!"

This time, Xu Gang not only informed "Contemporary" but also all the major publications that had good relations with the Institute of Literature Research.

Let everyone register all the students who can register as soon as possible. Xu Gang hopes to do his part for everyone at the end of his term.

Xu Gang finished speaking with emotion, leaving Lin Weimin silent for a while.

Through the conversation with Xu Gang, he has clearly understood the current situation of the School of Arts.

Although the Institute of Literature and Art was also under the management of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles in the past, it still had some autonomy. A few years ago, when it organized short-term training courses, students were recommended by publications from all over the country, and the Institute of Literature and Art selected the best candidates, so it had considerable autonomy.

But now, with the establishment of the School of Literature, a group of fresh blood is being injected into the School of Literature. You can't say that this is a case of discarding the donkey after it has done its job or putting the bow away after the bird has been used up. After all, the Institute of Literature has been upgraded to the School of Literature, and with its scale, it is inevitable that new forces will be added.

But we have to admit that the influence of the Literary Association on the School of Arts is getting bigger and bigger, and it is impossible for the School of Arts to be as independent as before.

Not only did Xu Gang step down, but the School of Literature no longer had the decision-making power in the selection of students as it did in the past. It had to listen to the Writers Association, and it was even more impossible for it to directly connect with local publications.

Thinking of these things, Lin Weimin's heart was filled with sighs.

He had no way of judging whether this change was good or bad, but his study experience at the Institute of Literature was an indelible memory for him, so he naturally leaned towards the Institute of Literature in his heart.

"You go back and communicate with the authors of Contemporary Magazine and just give them the names of the names. I will communicate with the Writers Association. This will be the last time and they will give me this little face." Xu Gang said to Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin nodded, "Okay, I'll make a list when I get back and give it to you as soon as possible."

After leaving Xu Gang's office, Lin Weimin met two familiar faces and greeted them.

Coming out of the Faculty of Arts, he couldn't help but look back.

Brand new buildings, brand new school buildings, brand new environment, everything is brand new.

His eyes rested on the sign hanging at the school gate, which was newly put up.

A brand new National Academy of Letters was established.

There is no more Institute of Literature!

Lin Weimin's eyes were full of melancholy. He recalled his trip to northern Shaanxi with Shi Tiesheng. How similar they were!

After returning to the Guowen Society and reporting to Meng Weizai, Meng Weizai once again pushed the task of contacting the students onto Lin Weimin.

"You are young and have just become the editor-in-chief. This is a training for you."

What the hell is exercise, you old... comrade, you can be lazy so confidently, no wonder you can be a leader.

I returned to the editorial office and discussed with my colleagues about the authors we had on hand. We made a list and contacted each one according to how optimistic the editors were about their work.

The list was first sent to the National Academy of Arts for Xu Gang to review. After the candidates were confirmed, Lin Weimin began to contact people and he went to look for the candidates in Yenching in person.

Lin Weimin first looked for Wang Shuo.

“I can’t go, I have to cook for Chen Xujia!”

"Cooking is not a big deal. Let her handle a meal on her own. This is a rare opportunity."

"What's so difficult about it? It's just a way to make connections. I'm not going!"

Lin Weimin came out of Wang Shuo's house cursing, and ran to the Labor Reform Bureau where Hai Yan was working.

"No, Mr. Lin, you can see that I can't spare the time at work."

Lin Weimin looked at the iron walls and steel fences around him and didn't dare to speak.

He finally went to Acheng's house. Acheng gave him more face than Wang Shuo and Haiyan. When he heard that Lin Weimin was going to recommend him to study at the College of Arts, he was very happy. He pulled Lin Weimin aside to chat, and at the end he said that he actually didn't like socializing and didn't like the learning style of the College of Arts.

Teacher Lin came out of Acheng's house with a gloomy face and couldn't help but spit in hatred.

You are the worst of them. If you don't want to go, why do you keep talking to me for so long?

Teacher Lin felt deeply frustrated after being rejected many times.

My subordinates are all gods!

When he returned to the Guowen Press, he took up the office phone with a clear conscience and kicked Comrade Lao Meng out, using an excuse that Lao Meng could not refuse at all.

"Go and have a talk with Lao Tan. He has been in a bad mood recently."

Lin Weimin was the only one left in the office, and he started making phone calls.

Zhijiang, sea salt.

The lunch break in the cultural center was quiet and peaceful. Yu Hua was sleeping soundly on a camp bed in the office, but was woken up by someone.

"There's a phone call for you!" said colleague Haiping.

Yu Hua yawned and answered the phone with a bit of sleepiness. "Hello, this is Yu Hua. Who is this?"

"Hey, Teacher Lin, hello, hello, what are you calling me about?"

"National Academy of Arts? Continuing education?"

"Yes, of course I am willing!"

"I'll talk to my boss at work. Don't worry, I'll definitely go."

"Okay, okay, bye!"

The call lasted only two minutes, but Yu Hua's sleepiness had long since disappeared, replaced by a heart full of joy and excitement.

He almost ran back to the office. Haiping lay on his camp bed, flipping through a copy of "The Red and the Black".

He glanced at Yu Hua and saw that he was full of joy, so he asked, "What good news is this?"

Yu Hua said excitedly: "Good news! Very good news! I'm going to study at the National Academy of Arts!"

"National Academy of Literature? Sounds familiar!" Haiping suddenly remembered something, stood up and went to the table to flip through the pages, finally finding a copy of last month's edition of Literary Gazette.

In a corner of the Literary Gazette, there was an article the size of a tofu block, which contained the news that the "National Academy of Literature" was officially established.

"The National Academy of Arts is the Institute of Literature. Teacher Lin studied there!" Yu Hua shouted loudly.

Haiping looked at Yu Hua's excitement and couldn't help feeling a little envious and jealous.

This is the National Academy of Arts!

Haiping works at the Cultural Center and knows a lot about the literary world. The predecessor, the Institute of Literature, was established in the 1950s, so I won't mention its glorious history.

Just talking about the writers who have come out of the Institute of Literature Research since the 1980s, there are Lin Weimin, Jiang Zilong, Gu Hua, Huang Anyi, Jin Ying...

Although the classes of students in later years were not as strong as the one in 1980, they also produced a lot of talents.

Being able to study in a place like this is not just about learning or gilding the lily, it also means a qualitative leap in improving your network!

Just as Yu Hua was shouting excitedly, an old man pushed the door open and walked in. "What are you doing? I heard you guys making a lot of noise in the corridor!"

When Yu Hua saw the old man, he rushed to him and scared the old man.

"Director, I need a leave!"

"Why do you want to ask for leave? You only go to work at noon every day. How dare you ask for leave?" The old man scolded Yu Hua without giving him any face.

Yu Hua didn't mind the old man's tone at all, and said excitedly: "Director, I'm going to the National Academy of Literature for further studies. Teacher Lin just called me."

"National College of Arts? Teacher Lin?"

Yu Hua explained: "The National Academy of Literature is the Institute of Literature, and Mr. Lin is Lin Weimin, the editor of Contemporary."

The curator suddenly realized and looked at Yu Hua again, finding him much more pleasing to the eye.

"Not bad, not bad. This proves that your talent and ability are recognized by the industry."

"Leader, this is fake..."

"Approved!"

Yu Hua was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, Director!"

…

Lin Weimin felt extremely relieved when he heard Yu Hua's ecstatic voice on the other end of the phone.

It has to be you!

After a lot of running around, Lin Weimin finally got a student qualified for further study at the Faculty of Arts.

After finishing the call, Lin Weimin returned to the office.

Upon learning that he had been rejected one after another by his authors, his colleagues looked at him strangely.

Liu Yin couldn't help but ask, "Who are these people under your command?"

Lin Weimin spread his hands and said, "How should I know? These thieves really don't give me face!"

My colleagues couldn't help but laugh.

Of the six places reserved, only two have been confirmed. Ma Yuan is in XZ and cannot be contacted for the time being. Even if he can go, there will only be three people.

When have the further study places in the Faculty of Arts ever been treated like this?

(End of this chapter)