Chapter 135: Lucky General
In the 1980s, it was not easy to transfer jobs, let alone Zheng Guo's transfer across regions.
Unfortunately, no matter how much Lin Weimin tried to hint at it, the boy still refused to confess, which made him even more mysterious.
It is a happy thing for Lin Weimin that his familiar friend has returned.
Time slowly came to July, and the fourth issue of "Contemporary" this year was officially on the market. The comrades in the editorial department could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Since the release of the spy war album last year, the sales of Contemporary have successfully exceeded 600,000 copies. Since the change to a bimonthly publication, sales have been steadily increasing, and the print run of Contemporary in July reached 700,000 copies.
For Contemporary, which has just been established for two years, this is definitely a number to be proud of.
"Weimin is truly a blessing to our National Literature Society!"
Meng Weizai had just finished a meeting in the society, and he said to Wei Junyi beside him.
At the meeting just now, the publishing house reported the sales of "People's Literature" this quarter. The sales of the April issue reached 750,000 copies. Although the sales of the May and June issues declined, they still maintained the 700,000 copy mark.
Compared with the sales of just over 500,000 copies per issue a few months ago, this figure is a leap forward.
And everyone knows the source, it’s because of Lin Weimin’s "Farewell My Concubine".
The April issue has been on the market for three months, and we are still receiving letters from readers all over the country.
The publishing house conducted a statistics and found that more than 95% of the letters from readers mentioned the work "Farewell My Concubine", and 45% of the letters were written specifically to Lin Weimin.
Among all the letters, more than 60% of the readers mentioned that they hoped Guowen Publishing House could publish a single volume for "Farewell My Concubine".
At the end of last year, the sales of "Contemporary" surged because of Lin Weimin's "The Cliff", and in the first half of this year, the sales of "People's Literature" surged because of Lin Weimin's "Farewell My Concubine".
It is no exaggeration to say that such a precious child is a lucky one.
In addition to these, Lin Weimin also has a lot of ideas in his work. The suggestions for the reader survey questionnaire he gave to the publishing house have now been popularized in "Contemporary".
Wei Junyi has gray hair and a smile on her face. "This kid is good in every way, but he's a little too jumpy."
“Can you be called a young man if you don’t dance?”
"Look at you, you started protecting your child before I even started talking." Wei Junyi said with a smile.
Meng Weizai also laughed, "We have to protect him. This kid is always messing around and causing trouble!"
Wei Junyi said: "I think this should be considered a happy trouble."
The two men parted ways while chatting and laughing. Meng Weizai went into the back building and went up to the second floor, where he saw Lin Weimin squatting in the corridor with a pile of letters scattered on the ground.
"What are you doing?"
Lin Weimin raised his head, "Director!"
"These are all letters of submission, sort them. It's too hot in the office, so the corridor is cool."
"Yes." Meng Weizai nodded, and then said, "We just had a meeting. The publishing house plans to publish Farewell My Concubine in September."
Upon hearing the news, Lin Weimin remained calm. The publication of Farewell My Concubine was a foregone conclusion.
It’s just that the sales performance of the April issue of "People's Literature" has always been very good, so the publishing house is not in a hurry.
The sales ceiling for the April issue is now foreseeable, with a maximum of over 800,000 copies. It is just right for "Farewell My Concubine" to be on the market in September.
The two exchanged a few words, and Meng Weizai returned to the office, while Lin Weimin continued to sort out the submission letters on the floor.
After get off work, Lin Weimin returned home, unloaded a package of readers' letters from the back seat of his bicycle and delivered it to the back room.
There are now two rows of bookshelves in the room, all made by Zheng Guo, painted and looking very presentable.
Recently, the number of letters from readers forwarded to him by the publishing house has decreased a lot. He can only collect one package a week, which contains about a few hundred letters.
Lin Weimin stacked the letters and carefully placed them upright on the bookshelf.
After putting the letter away, he took a few steps back.
The two bookshelves commissioned by Zheng Guo are 1.8 meters high, 2.4 meters wide, and 40 centimeters deep, with 24 separate compartments inside. The two bookshelves together take up exactly one wall.
During this period, Lin Weimin received nearly 20,000 letters from readers through the publishing house, and now they have been sorted and put into the bookshelf.
It took Lin Weimin three whole nights just to sort out these letters from readers, which took up a total of fourteen grids and did not even fill up one bookshelf.
For any creator, appreciating these letters from readers is a very fulfilling experience.
Lin Weimin couldn't help but think of the fairy tale king, Mr. Deng Yuanjie. He bought a house to store readers' letters, but he is just building a bookshelf, which is not full yet. He has a long way to go!
The next day was Friday, and the eldest nephew Han Zhuangzhuang brought Tian Zhuangzhuang, Xie Xiaojing, Cui Xiaoqin and others to Lin Weimin's courtyard.
After entering the courtyard, the three of them looked at the exquisite and elegant courtyard with envy.
Cui Xiaoqin said privately: "Writers are indeed rich. Teacher Lin's courtyard must cost at least four or five thousand yuan to buy, right?"
"Vulgar! Too vulgar!" Xie Xiaojing said disdainfully, "Teacher Lin wants taste."
He looked around and was filled with indescribable love for Lin Weimin's courtyard.
"Come, sit down."
It was a scorching hot July and even though it was already evening, the weather was still hot and people were sweating. Lin Weimin moved chairs for them to sit under a tree in the yard, and Han Zhuangzhuang went to make tea for everyone.
"Have some tea, it's so hot in this weather!" Lin Weimin said politely.
Tian Zhuangzhuang was drinking tea and thinking, Teacher Lin is obviously younger than them, but being with him feels like being with an elder.
After chatting for a while, Xie Xiaojing took out the script of "The Small Courtyard" which they had revised during this period.
"Teacher Lin, last time you helped point out a lot of problems with the script, and we went back and made some serious revisions. This time, we'd like to trouble you to take a look at it again."
Lin Weimin took the script and said, "Let me take a look!"
When Lin Weimin was reading the script, no one spoke. Xie Xiaojing and Cui Xiaoqin looked a little nervous. They were the main writers of the script and were really afraid that Teacher Lin would find a lot of problems this time. They would be too embarrassed to face anyone.
The sun is about to set, and its afterglow shines on the courtyard.
The sounds of children playing could be heard in the alley, the people next door were busy buying groceries, and the crickets that had been sleeping all day began to become active.
Although all kinds of sounds were mixed together, several people inexplicably felt the beauty of quiet and peace.
Compared with last time, Lin Weimin read the script much more seriously this time.
After spending nearly half an hour carefully reading the script, Lin Weimin nodded and said, "The revision is not bad. I put a lot of effort into it."
Xie Xiaojing and Cui Xiaoqin felt relieved when they heard this.
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