Chapter 195 CCTV New Year Drama
After spending twenty days outside, he returned to Yanjing. In early September, the hot summer in Yanjing had mostly passed. Lin Weimin felt a hint of coolness in the air. It was evening, and compared to the still sultry weather in Zhijiang, the evening in Yanjing was simply too comfortable.
After getting off the train, Lin Weimin did not go home directly. Instead, he found a bathhouse and washed away his fatigue and sweat before returning to Shichahai.
"Zhuangzhuang, open the door!"
Lin Weimin knocked on the door for a long time before he remembered that Han Zhuangzhuang should be performing in Shanghai with the crew of "Farewell My Concubine" at this time.
He used the key to open the gate. Han Zhuangzhuang had been gone for a long time, and the furniture in the house was covered with dust.
Lin Weimin didn't have time to clean up these things. He was exhausted this week and needed a good rest.
After putting down his luggage, taking off his clothes and lying on the bed, Lin Weimin fell into a deep sleep in just a few minutes.
The next morning, Lin Weimin rode his motorcycle to the Guowen Press to work in high spirits.
"Hey, Weimin is back?"
"Long time no see, Weimin!"
Greeting everyone along the way, Lin Weimin came to the second floor of the back building and found Meng Weizai's office.
"Boss, I'm here to cancel my leave!"
Meng Weizai had just entered the office and was making tea. "Okay, I see. Have all the authors met?"
"That's for sure. When have we ever been late for work?"
Lin Weimin sat down on the sofa naturally without being asked to do so, and made himself a cup of tea.
Meng Weizai glared at him and asked, "Did you gain anything?"
Lin Weimin patted the black briefcase he was carrying. "Three manuscripts, two novellas and one short story. The quality is impeccable. The other two will be sent to our editorial department soon."
"If you say there's nothing to say, then there's nothing to say? Did you promise that they would definitely post it?"
Lin Weimin chuckled twice, and Meng Weizai said, "Don't be so decisive next time."
"I understand. Leader, the quality is indeed good." Lin Weimin defended himself.
Meng Weizai said: "Of course I trust your vision, but don't make promises to others easily if you are not sure about everything."
Lin Weimin could naturally hear the good intentions and guidance in Meng Weizai's words, "I understand."
"Does anyone have any opinions or suggestions about the work of our editorial department or publication?"
When Lin Weimin heard this, he immediately became excited, "It's true!"
Meng Weizai immediately became interested. He came to the sofa with a teacup and sat next to Lin Weimin. "Tell me about it in detail."
"Leader, when I communicate with everyone in Zhijiang, the term I hear most is - pen club."
"Pen Club?"
"That's right. In the past two days, publications have sprung up everywhere like mushrooms after rain. There are new publications almost every day, and most of them are pure literary publications.
These publications use all kinds of tricks to attract authors from all over the world.
The most common method is to hold a literary conference. Relying on the connections of publications, local literary associations, cultural departments and other means, literary conferences with various names emerge in an endless stream.
Meng Weizai nodded slightly when he heard this, "I know a little about this, it's popular among everyone now!"
"Leader, you should understand that the author resources nationwide are actually very limited."
When Lin Weimin said this, Meng Weizai already understood what he meant, "We have held writers' meetings before."
"It's different now. Leader, the writers' clubs used to be so simple, and we mostly invited people who contributed to our publications or were potential author friends.
Today’s pen clubs are more utilitarian. There are only so many authors and so many works by them. Relying solely on discovering new talents has too much uncertainty.”
Lin Weimin took out a magazine from his bag. It was the August issue of "Shanghai Literature".
"You see, this column 'Correspondence on Modernism' contains comments by Ma Jicai, Li Tuo and Liu Xinwu on Gao Xingjian's book 'An Initial Exploration of Modern Fiction Techniques', which has caused a certain response.
At least when I was in Zhijiang, their discussion in Shanghai Literature triggered a debate on the issue of "modernism" in the local literary world.
“I am showing you this not to explain why it was not published in our magazine. After all, we don’t have such a column in Contemporary.
What I want to say is that with the improvement of living standards and communication means, the communication between our generation of authors will be more frequent than before, and this kind of debate will become more and more common in the future.
What this debate brings is the influence I mentioned when I insisted on returning manuscripts to my author friends. "
Meng Weizai completely understood what Lin Weimin meant. He thought for a moment and said, "You mean that we should also seek to expand the influence of Contemporary in the literary world, including but not limited to holding writers' meetings."
Lin Weimin clapped his hands, "That's right. In an era of great contention, nations frequently fight each other, the strong become stronger, the weak perish..."
"Go!" Lin Weimin was about to say something when he was interrupted by Meng Weizai.
He thought about it quietly, and several ideas flashed through his mind.
There are many ways to enhance the influence of a publication, such as the influence of published works, which is hard power, but also involves a certain element of luck.
For example, taking the issue of awards, but now "Contemporary" has the support of the National Literature Publishing House, which together with the Writers Association has monopolized the awards for outstanding short and medium-length novels across the country. If "Contemporary" starts another award, it would be a waste of resources.
Another option is to hold writers' conferences as Lin Weimin mentioned. This is possible, but now everyone is doing it in a big way, so it may not be easy for Contemporary Magazine to stand out.
Meng Weizai thought for a long time and finally turned his attention to Lin Weimin.
"You've been talking for a long time, what good ideas do you have?"
"Hehe, what can I do?" Lin Weimin was about to keep it a secret when he saw Meng Weizai's eyes and said seriously, "Expanding influence is not something that can be done overnight. The most effective way now is to hold a writers' meeting..."
When he said this, a hint of disappointment flashed in Meng Weizai's eyes. I thought you could have some good ideas.
"in addition……"
Meng Weizai pricked up his ears.
Lin Weimin blinked at him, "Do you remember the letter Mr. Shen wrote to the Literary Association last year?"
Meng Weizai's eyes lit up and he nodded.
"The old man's last wish was to set up a long-length literary award to encourage writers to create. Has the jury of the Literary Association been established by now?"
"What's your idea, kid?"
"What do you think if we can also make an album of our award-winning works?"
Meng Weizai was surprised, "You are such a bold thinker."
Lin Weimin said calmly: "Why would I not dare to think of anything? We are a state-owned enterprise after all."
"You are the one with the national title? Where do you put the people in the front building? They are the legitimate members of the Cultural Association."
Lin Weimin argued: "But he is not pure, he releases everything, how can we be so focused. Our sales are a little higher than theirs now, right? Besides, their political attributes are stronger after all, so it is not appropriate for them to make this kind of album."
Meng Weizai shook his head and said, "This matter is too difficult."
"So, you have to take charge of this matter. First, deal with Old Yan and Old Madam Wei, and then ask Wen..."
Lin Weimin stopped talking halfway through and said, "Hey, it's so funny!" He was being disrespectful again.
“What I mean is that we should first reach a consensus within the National Literature Society, and then focus on the Writers Association. The chairman of the jury is Mr. Ba, which is not easy to do!” Lin Weimin finally sighed.
Meng Weizai understood what Lin Weimin meant. In addition to a host of titles, Ba Lao was also the founder and editor-in-chief of Harvest magazine.
"Don't talk nonsense. Can't you be more careful with your mouth?" Meng Weizai's scolding was more of a show of care.
Lin Weimin stopped talking.
After thinking for a long time, Meng Weizai still hadn't made up his mind, so he said, "Let me ask about this first, and don't tell anyone else."
"Don't worry, I'm tight-lipped!"
After coming out of Meng Weizai's office, his colleagues couldn't help but chat with Lin Weimin for a few more minutes after seeing him for the first time in more than half a month.
Having just returned to work, Lin Weimin needed some time to adapt, so he spent the day slacking off.
When it was almost time to get off work in the evening, Lin Weimin received a call from Mr. Jinshan from the Art Committee.
Two days after Lin Weimin passed away, Teacher Jinshan called him to tell him some news, but Lin Weimin had already passed away at that time, so he was not informed of the news.
The production of "The Cliff" was completed last month, and the film was sent by Mr. Jinshan to the newly established CCTV TV Drama Production Center.
The TV Drama Production Center had just been established at that time and was working on some works. "The Cliff" was co-produced by the Art Committee and the Recording Department. The center's director Yuan Ruolin finalized the deal after watching the first two episodes.
"We won't be holding a New Year's Day gala this year. We'll just broadcast The Cliff."
Yuan Ruolin's words made the final decision, confirming that "The Cliff" would be aired on CCTV on New Year's Eve.
Upon hearing the news, even Qindao TV had to adjust the original broadcast date of "The Cliff" to match the broadcast date of CCTV.
After all, co-broadcasting the first long-form TV series in China with CCTV is also a historic event for Qindao TV Station.
Although we still have to wait for a few more months, everyone at the Art Committee and Qindao TV Station are happy to do it.
The fact that the TV series can be broadcast on CCTV means that the audience base has expanded dozens of times, and it is truly aimed at the national audience.
For Lin Weimin, it is also a great joy that the TV series adapted from his work can be broadcast on CCTV on New Year's Eve.
In later times, this would definitely be CCTV's opening drama of the year.
Naturally, he wanted it very much.
"This is a great thing!" Lin Weimin said happily.
"Okay, you've been informed of this matter, so just wait for the broadcast of "Cliff"."
After a few more pleasantries, the call between Lin Weimin and Teacher Jinshan ended.
(End of this chapter)
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