Chapter 153 Joint Production
The news about the famous writer Lin Weimin's crazy pursuit of a female overseas student had been circulating in Yanjing City for a few days. There was very little entertainment news these days, and when people heard gossip about a writer like Lin Weimin, they were very enthusiastic about it.
But any hot news has a time limit. The heat will die down in a week at most.
The news had been circulating for more than a week, and people's interest in talking about it gradually died down, just when everyone thought the matter was settled.
A cute girl with a Nihong accent appeared at the door of the Chinese Literature Society. She was holding an exquisite lunch box and was explaining to the guard with an anxious expression.
Unfortunately, her Chinese was a little distorted, and as she spent too long explaining, she became anxious and the more she spoke, the less clear she became.
But the guard still understood the name she kept repeating: "Lin Jun", "Lin Jun".
The guard thought for a long time and there was no one named Lin Jun in the Chinese Literature Society?
It happened that someone was leaving at this time, and the guard quickly stopped the person and asked, "Is there anyone named Lin Jun in our Chinese Literature Club?"
"Lin Jun? I don't know him." The man looked at the anxious girl and asked, "Is she looking for someone?"
The girl asked anxiously: "Nihao, do you know Lin Jun?"
Um?
The man was stunned at first, then immediately realized that the accent was obviously that of a foreigner. Looking at the girl's jet-black hair and dark eyes, he instantly thought of the hot news that circulated a few days ago.
He pulled the guard over and whispered a few words to him. While they were talking, their eyes kept wandering over the girl.
"So you are looking for him!" the guard suddenly realized.
The man left with a gossipy look in his eyes. The guard enthusiastically took the girl to the back building and led her directly to the door of the "Contemporary" editorial office on the second floor.
"Lin Jun!"
"Yoko? Why are you here?" Lin Weimin looked at little black Yoko in surprise.
Little Hei Yoko smiled sweetly and said, "I'm here to bring you lunch. Look, I spent several days walking around to buy this beautiful lunch box, specially for bringing you lunch."
The colleagues in the office all looked like they were watching the fun, and even the security guard who came with Xiao Hei Yoko had a gossipy look on his face.
Lin Weimin had never seen the security guard escort visiting guests to the office, so his purpose was obvious.
He pulled Little Black Yoko and said, "Let's talk outside."
Lin Weimin walked in front, holding Xiao Hei Yangzi's arm. She followed behind, looking at Lin Weimin's back with a happy face.
The two of them came to the corner of the corridor, and Lin Weimin said, "Yangzi, why are you here to bring me lunch?"
Xiao Heiyangzi smiled and said, "Lin Jun works hard every day, I want you to have a delicious meal."
"Don't you know we have a cafeteria?"
"I know. But how can the food in the cafeteria compare to Yoko's cooking?" Little Black Yoko handed the lunch box to Lin Weimin.
Lin Weimin really took a look and found it to be a very standard Nihong-style lunch box.
He really wanted to say, Yoko, your cooking skills are no match for the cafeteria chef.
But when he thought of Meng Weizai's advice that he should not let Yoko be too sad, he realized that it was difficult to strike the right balance!
"I've finished lunch."
"It's okay, you can have it for dinner."
hiss!
Lin Weimin has a toothache.
Seeing the expectant expression on Xiao Hei Yangzi's face, he reluctantly took the food box and said, "Okay, I'll eat it tonight."
"But just this once, don't ever give it to me again." Lin Weimin warned.
"Why? Lin Jun doesn't like the food I cook?"
"It's not that I don't like it. Oh, how can I explain it to you?"
Lin Weimin was scratching his head anxiously.
Xiao Hei Yoko looked at his expression, with a bit of disappointment on her face, "Lin Jun, is Yoko's appearance causing you trouble?"
Looking at her expression, Lin Weimin felt a little reluctant and said against his will, "That's not the case."
"Really? That's great!" A sunny and sweet smile immediately appeared on Xiao Hei Yangzi's face, and she happily pulled Lin Weimin's arm.
Oh my, this annoying little goblin!
For the first time, Lin Weimin felt helpless in front of a woman.
It shouldn't be like this!
"Well, Mr. Lin, please enjoy my kindness. I will come again tomorrow."
Will you come tomorrow?
Lin Weimin was horrified. If you continue like this, my whole reputation will be ruined by you.
"Yoko, don't come tomorrow."
"Ah, Lin Jun, do you have anything to do tomorrow? Then I'll come the day after tomorrow."
"Don't come the day after tomorrow either."
"Oh, is that so? Then the day after tomorrow I will ..."
"Stop!"
Lin Weimin stopped the possibility of endless wrangling and said to Xiaohei Yangzi in a serious tone: "Yangzi! I have already made it very clear to you at Yanda that day. I actually..."
"Ah, Lin Jun, I remember now. I have classes in the afternoon, so I'll go back first."
Little Heiyangzi didn't give Lin Weimin a chance to finish his words. He stuffed the lunch box into his hands and ran down the stairs without looking back.
Lin Weimin was left standing there alone, looking disheveled in the wind.
He looked through the corridor window at the jumping figure of little Hei Yangzi as he disappeared at the gate of the Chinese Literature Society, and he did not come back to his senses for a long time.
Lin Weimin thought about it for a long time and found that he seemed to have been tricked by Yoko.
He looked at the food box in his hand. There was a blue cloth bag on the outside, which was obviously hand-sewn. There was a cute lamb embroidered on it.
The cloth bag contained an exquisite ceramic lunch box, which should be rare in that era. At least it was the first time Lin Weimin saw it.
Just from the detail of the lunch box, you can see the thought that Hei Yoko put into it.
Having lived alone in this era for nearly three years, Lin Weimin felt an inexplicable warmth flowing in his heart.
I didn't realize it before, but this girl is quite clever and dexterous.
Lin Weimin turned around and was about to go back to the office, but he was shocked to see six or seven heads blocking the door of the office.
The colleagues withdrew their heads guiltily. When Lin Weimin entered the office again, everyone was sitting at their desks, busy with their own work, with serious expressions.
Lin Weimin even suspected that he was dazzled.
He shook his head helplessly. Why is this person so gossipy?
After get off work, Lin Weimin returned to the Shichahai courtyard carrying an exquisite ceramic lunch box.
Han Zhuangzhuang was cooking. "Uncle, wait a moment. Dinner will be ready soon."
"I don't want to eat anymore. You can eat it yourself."
Lin Weimin said something and opened the lunch box.
In September's weather, it was okay for the food to be left out for half a day. Lin Weimin took a bite and frowned.
Where does this girl Yoko get her confidence from that she actually dares to compete for favor with the cafeteria chef?
Lin Weimin looked at the lunch box filled with food and thought, forget it, forget it, food cannot be wasted.
Han Zhuangzhuang came out of the kitchen with food in his hand, sweating profusely. Seeing Lin Weimin's mouth full of greasy food, he asked in surprise, "Uncle, where did you get the food?"
"Someone gave it to me."
Han Zhuangzhuang looked suspicious, "Who can bring you food?"
Then, his brain reacted and he shouted, "My old aunt?"
“Cough, cough, cough!” Lin Weimin was so scared that he coughed up all the food in his throat and scolded, “What old aunt? She’s just an ordinary aunt.”
"An ordinary auntie?" Han Zhuangzhuang yelled, "Don't fool me. Can an ordinary auntie bring you food?"
Lin Weimin said angrily, "What does it have to do with you whether the meal is delivered or not? Are you going to eat or not? If not, go back to your room and sleep."
People are under the eaves, Han Zhuangzhuang is short of breath, "Eat it!"
The heat of the news about "writer Lin Weimin courting a female overseas student" gradually died down, but the incident had a sequel within the Guowen Publishing House.
The female foreign student pursued by Lin Weimin came to bring him food!
The next day at work, as soon as Lin Weimin walked up to the second floor of the back building, he saw Meng Weizai standing at the door of the office with a gloomy face.
He instinctively felt guilty, and greeted from a distance: "Good morning, leader!"
Meng Weizai didn't say anything. The air pressure in the corridor was terribly low.
"You kid, you didn't take my words to heart at all!"
Lin Weimin knew that he couldn't play dumb anymore at this time. "Leader, this is not my fault! I was following your instructions. I had to draw a clear line with her and be careful about my attitude. You don't even know that you're making me worried!"
Meng Weizai's face was full of distrust. He looked at Lin Weimin and said earnestly, "You, please be more careful!"
"Yes, yes, yes, Leader, you are right."
After warning Lin Weimin, Meng Weizai stopped dwelling on the matter. After all, it was more of Lin Weimin's private matter.
After spending a day at the company, Lin Weimin was surrounded by gossipy looks and whispers.
Back in the courtyard, I finally felt at peace.
Coincidentally, Han Zhuangzhuang was not at home today, so Lin Weimin finally calmed down and started writing the script of "The Cliff" in his study.
The time agreed upon between him and Qindao TV Station for writing the script is three months. This time is more than enough for Lin Weimin. He plans to finish the script as soon as possible to avoid distractions.
With the added bonus of later movies and TV series, Lin Weimin had almost no bottleneck in his creation, and he completed the TV series script of "The Cliff" in just a few days.
That day at work, he had just sent the script to the mailbox when Meng Weizai found him.
"Leader, what's the matter?"
"Come to my office."
Calling Lin Weimin to the office, Meng Weizai introduced an old man with silver hair to Lin Weimin.
"This is Mr. Jin Shan, a famous performing artist and now the director of the Television Arts Committee. I came here to talk to you about the adaptation of The Cliff."
Adapting "The Cliff"?
What is going on? Ren Hao from Qindao TV Station just left, and Lin Weimin had already promised him.
Seeing the doubt on his face, Jin Shan laughed, "Your Director Meng just told me that someone from Qindao TV came to see you before, and you agreed to adapt The Cliff."
Lin Weimin nodded and said, "That's true. I'm so sorry, Teacher Jin!"
Jin Shan waved his hand and said, "Teacher Lin, don't rush to refuse. I want to make a suggestion. Do you think it's okay?"
"Teacher, you say."
"How about this? You act as a middleman and we contact Qindao TV. How about our TV Drama Art Committee and Qindao TV jointly produce this TV series?"
Lin Weimin looked at Jinshan with some surprise. He didn't expect him to come up with such an idea.
While he was in a daze, Jinshan asked, "Teacher Lin, what do you think of my suggestion?"
"Of course."
With one more production unit, there will definitely be more funding, personnel and connections, which will be beneficial to the adaptation of the TV series.
Lin Weimin happily contacted Qindao TV Station and explained the situation over the phone. Qindao TV Station verbally agreed that such a big matter must be discussed in detail in person, but Lin Weimin did not need to be involved in this matter.
Lin Weimin also mentioned that the script of "The Cliff" had been completed, and Jinshan became interested and wanted to see it first.
Lin Weimin had no choice but to go get the script back and hand it to Jinshan.
The volume of TV drama scripts is much larger than that of drama scripts. The script written by Lin Weimin consists of 20 episodes, with each episode containing more than 12,000 words, totaling more than 200,000 words.
Jinshan couldn't finish watching the whole series in a short time, so he only watched the first five episodes and was amazed!
"good!"
"With this script, our TV series will be 100% successful!"
He stood up and looked at Lin Weimin excitedly, "I've heard from friends at the People's Art Theatre before that Teacher Lin, you are Mr. Wan's last disciple, and you have outstanding creative ability. I see today that you are indeed extraordinary."
"Teacher Jin, you are too kind!" Lin Weimin said modestly.
Jin Shan held the script in his hand, his expression still full of excitement, "We have found a treasure this time!"
He solemnly placed the script in Lin Weimin's hands and said, "Teacher Lin, please mail the script to Qindao TV Station first. Our Art Committee will contact the TV station for the next matter. I will communicate with you after it is confirmed."
"Okay, no problem."
After sending Jinshan away, Lin Weimin sent the script to the mailbox again, and this time the script was really sent.
Lin Weimin breathed a sigh of relief after completing the desk work for another project.
At this time, it was already mid-September, and Han Zhuangzhuang brought Lin Weimin a piece of news.
Yanying sent the graduation work "The Small Courtyard" of the Class of 1978 students to the Tokyo Film Festival for screening.
The filming of "The Courtyard" was completed more than half a month ago, and post-production was also carried out. The final film is about 15 minutes long and cannot be called a movie, but only a short film.
Sending them to the film festival to participate in the exhibition can be regarded as a training for students by Yanying, allowing them to have some experience.
Lin Weimin helped a lot with the script of "The Small Courtyard" and hardly intervened in the post-production shooting. He was very clear that "The Small Courtyard" was just a practice work for students and it would be great if it could get a passing evaluation, but he could not expect a higher score.
Han Zhuangzhuang, on the other hand, was unusually excited. He played a supporting role in "The Courtyard", and now the film was sent to the Tokyo Film Festival for screening. He was so excited that he only calmed down after being scolded by Lin Weimin.
"How is the preparation going?" Lin Weimin asked Han Zhuangzhuang.
The People's Art Theatre's recruitment this year is scheduled for mid-September, and the exam will be held in two days.
Han Zhuangzhuang patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, uncle, I didn't learn in vain these days!"
Lin Weimin habitually wanted to put him in the ICU, but then he thought, forget it, the exam is coming soon, he should give the child some confidence.
"Well, that's good. Teacher Ouyang also told me that you have some talent in acting."
Han Zhuangzhuang was pleasantly surprised and said, "Really? He scolded me yesterday and said I was as stupid as a pig."
Forehead……
The slap in the face came so quickly. Lin Weimin patted his nephew on the shoulder and said, "Prepare well in the next two days."
Han Zhuangzhuang's expression became serious, "Uncle, don't worry, your nephew will never embarrass you!"
He knew very well how much favor his uncle owed him for his deeds.
The update time is adjusted to 8 am.
(End of this chapter)
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