Chapter 124: Yanying's 78th-grade Graduation Project
The voice that called out to Lin Weimin was full of energy and had the unique charm of Beijing accent.
Lin Weimin turned his head and saw a young man with a full beard.
"Teacher Lin!" Tian Zhuangzhuang came closer, a little out of breath.
"Classmate, do you have something to talk to me about?" Lin Weimin asked.
Tian Zhuangzhuang nodded and said, "Teacher Lin, let me introduce myself. I am Tian Zhuangzhuang, a student of the Directing Department, Class of 1978."
"I just saw you in the classroom. What do you want from me?"
"Teacher Lin, why don't we find a place to talk."
Lin Weimin and Ni Zhen looked at each other and said, "Let's talk here. I'm ready to leave."
"Okay then. Teacher Lin, this is what's going on. We, the students of the 1978 directing department, will graduate next year. This year, the school has started to prepare our graduation works. I hope to use your "Death of Euler" as our graduation work."
Tian Zhuangzhuang finished his words in one breath and looked at Lin Weimin with hope.
"this……"
Lin Weimin's thoughtful tone made Tian Zhuangzhuang feel nervous.
If Lin Weimin remembers correctly, the graduation work of Tian Zhuangzhuang and other students from Class 1978 should have been "The Small Courtyard".
"Are you sure you want to use my "Death of Yura"?"
Tian Zhuangzhuang hesitated for a moment and said, "Actually, there are two options now. One is your "Death of Euler" and the other is "Miscellaneous Notes from the Courtyard" by writer Huang Anyi."
Lin Weimin laughed and said, "What a fate! An Yi and I were classmates."
Tian Zhuangzhuang said: "Teacher Lin, I personally prefer your "Death of Euler". Kaige and I both like this work very much."
Lin Weimin looked at Tian Zhuangzhuang's cautious expression and said, "If we consider the content alone, perhaps "Miscellaneous Notes from the Small Courtyard" is more suitable as your graduation work."
Tian Zhuangzhuang was a little surprised, "Teacher Lin..."
Lin Weimin waved his hand. "Don't get me wrong. It's not that I don't want you to use it. It's just that "The Death of Yura" is too short, and a lot of the content is metaphysical, which is difficult to express in a concrete way.
I recommended An Yi's "Miscellaneous Notes from a Small Courtyard" to Contemporary. The dramatic tension of this novel is not so prominent, but it wins in terms of details and is delicate enough. If you shoot it seriously, the effect should be good."
"But for this matter, you should talk to the teachers at school yourself. Whether you use "Miscellaneous Notes from the Small Courtyard" or "The Death of Yura", I welcome it very much. I can give you a call from An Yi."
After hearing his words, Tian Zhuangzhuang felt grateful.
"Thank you so much, Teacher Lin."
"You're welcome. Just talk to your school leaders and get the royalties paid."
Tian Zhuangzhuang was stunned for a moment, then thought of the jokes that Teacher Lin played on the students of the Agricultural University in class, and immediately realized that this must be Teacher Lin's humor.
"Don't think I'm joking, I'm serious. You guys from the film school, you don't expect us writers to work for you for free, do you?"
Having his thoughts exposed, Tian Zhuangzhuang's face flashed with embarrassment, "How can that be, Teacher Lin, we will definitely pay the royalties."
"That's what you said!"
After Lin Weimin left, Tian Zhuangzhuang stood at the school gate and looked at his back. A voice beside him said, "Your name is Tian Zhuangzhuang?"
Tian Zhuangzhuang turned around and saw a tall and majestic figure, "Yes."
Han Zhuangzhuang said: "I know you, you are quite famous in school. What a coincidence, my name is Han Zhuangzhuang."
He looked at Han Zhuangzhuang with some surprise and asked, "Do you know Teacher Lin?"
"He is my uncle."
Uncle?
Tian Zhuangzhuang looked at Lin Weimin who was already far away, and then looked at Han Zhuangzhuang who was as strong as an ox.
It’s so hard to recognize these uncle and nephew!
Tian Zhuangzhuang is a smart man. When he learned that Han Zhuangzhuang and Lin Weimin are uncle and nephew, he warmly hugged Han Zhuangzhuang's shoulders.
He was almost a head shorter than Han Zhuangzhuang and looked a little funny.
"Brother, do you want to participate in the filming of our 78th class's joint graduation work?"
Han Zhuangzhuang had no doubts and asked happily, "Can I?"
"Of course, with your looks that are even more handsome than Pan An, it would be a waste of your talent to join our crew."
After hearing what he said, Han Zhuangzhuang's confidence suddenly rose, "You really have good vision."
Tian Zhuangzhuang's gaze inadvertently looked in the direction where Lin Weimin was leaving.
Teacher Lin, don’t blame me for not having moral integrity. It’s because the school’s funding is limited!
The next day after returning from Yanying, Lin Weimin went to work as usual.
When I walked to the message room, I was stopped by Master Zhai, who pointed to a sack of letters on the floor and said, "Take it away quickly. The people in the front building are too lazy to deliver it to you."
Lin Weimin reluctantly carried the sack to the office.
"Look at Wei Min's popularity. Our magazine Contemporary doesn't receive as many letters as you alone." Rong Shihui joked with a smile.
"Please stop making sarcastic remarks. There are so many letters that I don't know how long it will take me to finish opening them." Lin Weimin smiled bitterly.
Yao Shuzhi jumped out and said, "I can help you!"
"Are you so kind?" Lin Weimin looked at her sideways.
Yao Shuzhi snorted, "You don't know how to appreciate a good person."
Then he rolled his eyes and said, "Think about it, three dollars a day will do."
Lin Weimin glared at her.
While a few people were chatting, Xie Mingqing knocked on the office door.
"Hello, rare guest, why are you here, Teacher Xie?" Lin Weimin invited him in and poured him a glass of water.
Xie Mingqing took a sip of water and said, "I came here to talk to you about the publication of Farewell My Concubine."
Several colleagues in the office immediately pricked up their ears when they heard this.
Lin Weimin said with some surprise: "Publishing? Isn't it a bit too fast?"
Xie Mingqing said: "It's a bit fast, but who can blame Farewell My Concubine for being so popular right now? The leaders can't wait any longer."
Rong Shihui asked, "Old Xie, your April issue has sold nearly 600,000 copies, right?"
"Almost. We should have another reprint in a few days."
"Aren't you afraid that Farewell My Concubine will not sell well when it is published at this time?"
Xie Mingqing said, "Talking about publishing now doesn't mean it will be published right away. The publishing house will definitely have to wait a while until the excitement of the April issue has died down a bit."
He turned to Lin Weimin and said, "How is it? Weimin has no objection, right?"
Lin Weimin shook his head. "As long as the royalties are in place, I have no objection."
Xie Mingqing pointed at him and smiled, "You, you, you didn't collect enough money from our publishing house? You never forget this."
"My family was poor when I was a child, and I had to earn a lot of money. I'm counting on the royalties to marry a wife!" Lin Weimin joked.
His colleagues pointed at him and laughed, and laughter broke out in the office.
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