Chapter 126 Escorted to Beijing
"Go? Where to?" Lu Yao wondered.
"Where else can we go? Yanjing!" Lin Weimin said angrily.
Lu Yao looked like he didn't know what to say, "I haven't finished revising the manuscript yet!"
"What the hell! It's the same if we go to Yanjing? Our editorial department is a bunch of editors, but you can't do it behind closed doors here?"
It seemed that Lu Yao was used to Lin Weimin's bad temper. He was not angry and was even a little happy at the thought of going to Yanjing.
"I kind of miss the pastries in Yanjing. The conditions in Ganquan County are too poor!"
Lin Weimin looked at Lu Yao speechlessly. Apart from writing and enjoying life, this guy really didn't care about life and death!
Lu Yao is a very contradictory person. He can be frugal in many aspects of life, but he can be extravagant in some aspects.
For example, smoking. He likes to smoke and he wants to smoke good cigarettes. He smokes two or three packs of cigarettes a day. An ordinary worker’s monthly salary is not enough to cover his cigarette expenses.
Lin Weimin glanced at the messy manuscripts piled on the table and said, "This time it was Old Tan who made an exception and allowed you to come to Beijing to revise the manuscript. You are an author he is optimistic about, so don't let him down."
Qin Chaoyang was very kind to Lu Yao. When he heard his name, Lu Yao's expression became serious. "Okay, I'll clean up."
While Lu Yao was tidying up, Lin Weimin was leaning against the wall looking at his manuscript. Just as Lu Yao said, the first draft of "The Melody of Life" was almost completed, and it was just the right time to go to Yanjing to revise the manuscript.
Before coming here, Lin Weimin saw in the letter that Lu Yao named the novel he was writing "The Music of Life", and he was a little worried that his appearance might have changed the course of history.
After reading the manuscript, he felt relieved. The story was still the same, except the name was wrong.
"This manuscript of yours..."
Lu Yao looked up while packing up, "What's wrong?"
"Why is it called "The Music of Life"? It doesn't have any momentum at all."
"How can that be called imposing?" Lu Yao asked unconvinced.
"Change the name." Lin Weimin touched his chin, "I think we should call it 'Life'!"
"Life?" Lu Yao read the name and felt that it seemed to be more powerful than the name he had chosen himself.
"Okay, I'll listen to you and call it "Life"."
Lin Weimin felt happy.
When Lu Yao had packed up his things, he urged, "Okay, let's go."
"No, there's something else."
"What's up?"
"I haven't finished my preparations yet." Lu Yao said seriously.
Lin Weimin frowned. You have almost finished writing the manuscript, and you tell me that the preparation work has not been completed?
Lin Weimin resisted the urge to kick the guy, and then the two of them ran to the Baiyun Mountain Temple in Yulin.
Standing in front of the majestic Main Hall, Lin Weimin was filled with dismay.
"I ran hundreds of miles. This is what you call preparation."
Lu Yao said with a guilty conscience: "You don't understand!"
I don't understand you fucking!
Lin Weimin was puzzled. Buzz buzz buzz. It had only been a few years. How come these monsters showed up so quickly?
Forget it, just be patient for now.
Before their works are published, writers are like pregnant women, with unpredictable temperaments.
After Lu Yao kowtowed nine times and three times, he knelt on the ground and shook the fortune stick box devoutly. A fortune stick fell to the ground with the words "鹤鸣九小" written on it.
Before the old monk could finish his words, Lin Weimin said, "It's settled. Great luck. Let's go!"
His patience had been worn out by Lu Yao, and he had already decided in his heart that after arriving in Yanjing, if he let this thief Sun go out even once, he would be the loser.
Lin Weimin paid for Lu Yao's train ticket back to Yanjing, as he had already spent his last bit of money on the way to Yulin.
It took another two days, and Lin Weimin finally brought Lu Yao back to the Chinese Literature Society.
Lin Weimin did not give him any chance to breathe. He directly took him to the third floor of the guesthouse in the back building and locked him in a small dark room.
He also threatened the writers in other dormitories fiercely: "Whoever dares to come and play with Lu Yao will never get his manuscript published again!"
Everyone was silent.
At that moment, Lin Weimin was the biggest bully in the Guowen Society, and even Old Lady Wei had to bow down in front of him.
After a week of hard work, Lin Weimin returned to the editorial department exhausted and ran to Qin Chaoyang's office to report to him.
After hearing about what he had experienced along the way, Qin Chaoyang was both angry and amused. He was angry about Lu Yao's antics, and amused by Lin Weimin's tactics in dealing with Lu Yao.
"Okay, as long as he can revise the manuscript peacefully here and not cause any trouble, I'll be satisfied!"
Qin Chaoyang then consoled him, "Weimin, you have only been an editor for a short time, so consider this as an opportunity to gain some experience."
Looking at Qin Chaoyang's expression and tone, Lin Weimin felt the experience and bitterness behind the old man's expression, and felt inexplicably comforted in his heart.
I really want to hear the old comrade share his experience!
After a whole week's journey from Yanjing to Shaanxi, Lin Weimin returned to his home in Shichahai and had a good sleep. After waking up, he took a bath and finally regained his energy.
When I returned to the Chinese Literature Society again, I was inevitably teased by my colleagues.
In the past few days, his deeds of escorting Lu Yao to Beijing from Shaanxi have been made into jokes and widely circulated in the Guowen Society.
Lin Weimin couldn't help but sigh, why are the mouths of these people who do writing work like that old woman's belt?
He only told Comrade Lao Tan about this matter, so it goes without saying who told him the story.
Rong Shihui patted Lin Weimin on the shoulder and said, "In our line of work, you just have to get used to it."
The tone of their voice would make people who didn't know think they were doing something illegal.
Traveling to other places to meet with writers like Lin Weimin did is an experience that every editor in the publishing house has. As Rong Shihui said, the job of an editor involves compiling, commissioning, and urging for manuscripts all year round, so it is not uncommon to encounter anything.
After canceling his vacation, Lin Weimin worked for another two days. During the weekend, he went to Yenching University to visit Mark Meng.
Since the successful publication of Knives Out in the U.S. magazine Ellery Queen, the two have only met twice. One was before the winter break at Yenching University when Mark Meng was going back to the U.S. to visit relatives. The other was after school started in March when he brought a group of international student friends to visit Lin Weimin.
After not seeing each other for a long time, the group of people felt particularly cordial when they met.
During the communication, Lin Weimin could clearly feel that the Chinese of these foreigners had improved a lot. Most of them could communicate fluently except for a slight accent.
This is not because they are gifted, but because they are in an environment where Chinese is spoken every day, so they have no choice but to learn quickly. Otherwise, how can we say that the environment is a teacher for learning a language?
Xiao Heiyangzi took out the April issue of People's Literature and said to Lin Weimin with stars in her eyes: "Mr. Lin, your Farewell My Concubine is so well written. It is a masterpiece in the true sense of the word!"
(End of this chapter)
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