Chapter 577: This is the only article that stands as a monument

When Lin Weimin was thinking about his new work, the phone in his office rang. It was Cheng Ximi calling from the public telephone booth at his doorstep, saying that Shi Tiesheng's new work had been completed and asked Lin Weimin to arrange someone to pick it up.

Lin Weimin put down the phone, put on his leather jacket and went out. There was still an hour before work.

When he went out, he ran into Cheng Zaochun, who asked, "Where are you going?"

"Let's go collect the manuscripts!" Lin Weimin replied, and rushed out the door.

Cheng Zaochun nodded. He was still very enthusiastic about working for the people. He was always so enthusiastic in collecting articles...

Wait a minute, you are the editor-in-chief, what are you doing compiling manuscripts?

Cheng Zaochun looked in the direction where Lin Weimin disappeared, his face full of anger.

How dare you bully me!

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"

Lin Weimin pushed open the gate of the Shichahai courtyard and walked into the courtyard while calling out.

The door to the main house opened, and Shi Tiesheng was sitting at the door waiting for him. "I asked you to send someone to get it, why did you come here by yourself?"

"Your masterpiece is out, why can't I come and take a look? I'm your editor!"

Lin Weimin laughed and stretched out his hand to Shi Tiesheng, "Where's the manuscript?"

Shi Tiesheng pushed his wheelchair to the desk and handed him a stack of manuscript paper.

Once I got started, "More than 13,000 words?"

"Thirteen thousand words."

Lin Weimin nodded, sat down on the chair, lowered his head and quietly flipped through the manuscript.

In fact, there is no need to translate it, he already knows the content of the manuscript.

For many articles, being included in textbooks is a kind of honor for the authors.

But for the work itself, it is a kind of burying.

Because those little hearts that have not experienced the joys and sorrows of life have absolutely no capacity to carry their energy, no matter how skillfully you explain it, it would be a waste of God's gift.

It was not until Lin Weimin grew up and reread this essay that he realized its incomparable and uniqueness.

Time passed slowly. After more than an hour, Lin Weimin raised his head and looked around the house.

It had already darkened, and the lights were turned on at some point. Shi Tiesheng leaned against the head of the bed and took a nap.

Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes and looked at Lin Weimin, "How do you feel?"

"good!"

Shi Tiesheng laughed and asked, "What's the good way?"

Lin Weimin took another look at the manuscript, stood up, and said solemnly, "There were no other articles in the Chinese literary world in 1991, except for yours, which has become a monument."

Shi Tiesheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this comment, then he laughed and said, "Don't give me the drug that makes me ecstasy!"

"Hehe, if I don't give you some love potion, how can I get this novel?" Lin Weimin joked.

"You are the editor-in-chief, why are you still doing editorial work?"

"Oh, occupational disease! Occupational disease!"

After joking for a while, Lin Weimin turned serious again, "Everything about your article is good, except for one thing! It's very bad!"

Shi Tiesheng became nervous, "What's wrong with the writing? Is it serious?"

"Very serious!" Lin Weimin's face was grim. It looked like a big problem. He looked at Shi Tiesheng and said, "Why is there no role for me?"

Shi Tiesheng was so concerned that he was confused and frightened by Lin Weimin. Only then did he realize that he had been fooled by him. He was both angry and amused.

"I wanted to write about you, but your answer was too vulgar and didn't make the cut!"

Shi Tiesheng pointed to a paragraph in the manuscript.

"I was chatting with a writer friend once, and I asked him what was his initial motivation for learning to write. He thought for a while and said, 'For my mother. To make her proud.' I was shocked and speechless for a long time..."

Then Shi Tiesheng asked: "Do you remember what you said when I asked you this question?"

Lin Weimin's mind flashed back to the scene of that day. "To improve life! It's hard to be poor, and it's even harder to be a bachelor without money!"

He couldn't help but get angry and said, "How is it vulgar? I said so many philosophical things, why did you pick the vulgar ones? Besides, you didn't say you wanted to write it into the novel!"

Shi Tiesheng laughed heartily, "I didn't say I wanted to write it into the novel, but what Mo Yan said was very noble, for the sake of my mother."

Lin Weimin was indignant and said, "Mo Yan is shameless. He was jealous of the officers wearing leather shoes, so he wanted to write a novel to earn royalties so that he could buy himself a pair."

He was so angry that he exposed Mo Yan's lies. Shi Tiesheng couldn't help laughing, "Then I don't care. Anyway, the purpose he said at that time was very noble, so yours is eliminated!"

Shi Tiesheng threatened again: "I will remember what you said. I will report you to Mo Yan next time I see him!"

Lin Weimin didn't care. "Go ahead and sue me! I'll go find him later. This guy says one thing to your face and another behind your back. Writers are always deceiving!"

While the two were joking, Cheng Ximi prepared dinner and called out, "Let's eat!"

Lin Weimin had a meal at Shi Tiesheng's house, then left with the manuscript.

The next morning, he went to the editorial office of Contemporary Magazine first. Everyone was a little surprised to see him.

Ever since Lin Weimin took over as editor-in-chief and moved to the former, although we are still in the same unit, we certainly cannot meet as often as before. Lin Weimin can hardly come to the editorial office once a week.

"What wind brings you here, leader?" Yao Shuzhi asked jokingly.

Lin Weimin was in a good mood and said, "The style of classic works!"

As he spoke, he took out the manuscript from his pocket and handed it to Yao Shuzhi, "Everyone, take a look!"

The manuscript that was delivered personally by Lin Weimin must be extraordinary. Everyone immediately became interested and looked at the manuscript in Yao Shuzhi's hand with envy.

After delivering the manuscript, Lin Weimin left the editorial office and walked towards the front building. When he reached the door, he met Tong Zhonggui and Yu Hua. The two of them walked into the yard arm in arm, talking and laughing.

When Yu Hua saw Lin Weimin, he called out "Teacher Lin" like a mouse seeing a cat and hurried into the building. Tong Zhonggui respectfully called out "Teacher Lin".

Lin Weimin hummed and asked, "Why does Yu Hua work with you? Doesn't he live in the dormitory?"

"He stayed at my house last night!" Tong Zhonggui answered truthfully.

Lin Weimin smelled the alcohol on Tong Zhonggui's body and asked, "Did you drink last night?"

Tong Zhonggui nodded.

Lin Weimin warned worriedly: "Don't invite Yu Hua to your house anymore in the future. He is always so unruly."

Don't lead you astray!

Teacher Lin saved Yu Hua's face and did not say the second half of the sentence.

Yu Hua is a bit like the student in the class who is always laughing and joking but always gets high scores in exams, while Tong Zhonggui is a bit like the serious good student in the class.

What if Tong Zhonggui develops the same habits as Yu Hua, wouldn’t he be ruined?

Teacher Lin must not let this happen!

That afternoon, Lin Weimin was discussing the topic of the book with his colleagues in the planning office when He Qizhi came over.

Lin Weimin brought him into the office, and He Qizhi couldn't wait to say, "Weimin, that manuscript..."

"How is it?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

"Good! That's great!" He Qizhi clapped his hands.

"Tie Sheng has been writing this for more than half a year. I have been keeping an eye on it. He just finished the manuscript yesterday and brought it to me!"

When Lin Weimin said this, there was a hint of pride on his face.

He Qizhi praised: "When it comes to manuscript compilation, no one in our agency can compare to you!"

Lin Weimin knew He Qizhi's character. He had always disdained to flatter his superiors.

Therefore, his words must be sincere.

After thanking Lin Weimin for submitting a good manuscript to Contemporary Magazine, He Qizhi left the office.

After he left, Lin Weimin went to the editorial department of Tongwen Press.

When several young editors saw him, their lazy state immediately changed and they were almost sitting up straight.

Lin Weimin called Li Xuegang out of the editorial office and asked, "How is the novel review going?"

Li Xuegang felt nervous. Yu Hua told him yesterday that Teacher Lin was dissatisfied with their work efficiency. They had just been transferred to Tongwen Press, and the work was relatively easy, the interpersonal relationships were not that complicated, and the job content was to review martial arts novels, so it was inevitable that they were a little lax in their thinking.

With random thoughts in his mind, Li Xuegang actively admitted his mistake and said with his head down: "Teacher Lin, I'm sorry, we have indeed been lax in our work recently and have delayed our progress."

"There are so many senior editors in the company, but I didn't transfer you here. Instead, I made you the editor-in-chief of this editorial department because I saw that you are young and energetic. You must have a responsible attitude."

Lin Weimin's criticism made Li Xuegang feel even more ashamed. "You are right. It is indeed my fault. I will urge everyone to do the job well."

Lin Weimin nodded, "Remember, you are the editor-in-chief, you must show the editor-in-chief's momentum and attitude. Work is the first priority. You can't be a leader if you are just a pushover."

Li Xuegang stood at attention, "I understand!"

"Well, go ahead."

Lin Weimin watched Li Xuegang return to the office.

Li Xuegang was previously only an editor in the second editorial office. When Tongwen Press was first established, Lin Weimin felt that he had strong professional abilities and was willing to recruit talents without any restrictions, so he promoted him to the position of editor-in-chief, which was a sign of his high regard for him.

The editors in the editorial department of Tongwen Press are all young people with almost the same age difference. Lin Weimin is well aware that Li Xuegang would sometimes be too embarrassed to enforce his leadership authority.

But your leader doesn't promote you to be a good guy.

If you do your job well, it doesn't matter if you are a nice guy.

If you don't do your job well and act like a good guy, your subordinates will treat you like a fool and your boss will think you are incompetent.

Lin Weimin’s criticism today can be regarded as a warning to him.

The next day, Lin Weimin came to the editorial department of Tongwen Press again and felt that the atmosphere in the office was indeed a little more serious than before. He nodded unconsciously.

"Yu Hua!" Lin Weimin called out at the door.

Yu Hua stood up and said, "Teacher Lin, do you want to talk to me about something?"

"The publishing house plans to hold a seminar for To Live later this month!"

Yu Hua was delighted when he heard this. "Works seminar? Then I have to prepare well. Teacher Lin, when will the publication be finalized?"

"To Live" was published in the first issue of "Contemporary" this year. It has been just over two months since then, and its influence has not yet fully fermented. Holding a seminar on the work is also a way of promoting it.

"It's too early to tell now. Let's wait until the seminar is over next month."

Yu Hua asked with a drooling face, "Teacher Lin, can the royalties be settled for this publication?"

Lin Weimin glanced at him and asked, "How much do you want?"

"10%. What do you think?"

"You're really bold. Wang Shuo only has 10%."

Yu Hua scratched his head. Is it getting higher?

“Then 8% should be fine, right?”

Lin Weimin waved his hands impatiently, "We'll talk about it when the time comes."

Yu Hua looked at Lin Weimin's back as he left, and didn't dare to call him, feeling a little regretful.

Is 8% still high?

If it's any lower, I'll just take the royalties. Teacher Lin is now a leader, and his heart is getting darker and darker.

Suddenly I found a bug in the previous article. Contemporary has an essay column, but it was not until 1993 when the essay column was separated to form Chinese Essays that essays were cancelled. The publication of Shi Tiesheng's essays in the previous article has been changed from People's Literature to Contemporary. I would like to make a correction.

(End of this chapter)