Chapter 223 Wang Tai's Sincerity
After just going through a review, no program was cancelled, and all the existing programs will most likely be seen by audiences across the country at the New Year's Eve party.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; there couldn't be any better news than this.
It was already midnight when the interrogation ended. Huang Yihe did not let Lin Weimin go home, but took him to the Temple of Heaven Hotel.
"Tomorrow is the weekend anyway."
After staying in the hotel room for one night, I heard some singing coming from the corridor when I woke up. It was the Xiaobaihua Yue Opera Troupe practicing.
He glanced at Tao Huimin in the crowd, and their eyes met. Lin Weimin went upstairs, and Tao Huimin immediately found an excuse to slip out.
"Why are you here?"
"The inspection last night was too late, so I just stayed in the hotel for the night."
"What are the results of the review? Did it go smoothly?" Tao Huimin's face was filled with some worry.
After the review ended last night, only the programs of Lin Weimin and Li Guyi were retained. The review team must have raised some questions.
"It's okay, the show will go on as normal."
"That's great!" Tao Huimin felt relieved.
The two of them couldn't help but show their affection to each other during this short period of time, and they only restrained themselves when someone went out and people came and went in the corridor.
In the morning, Tao Huimin had to rehearse with the troupe, so Lin Weimin stayed in the hotel.
It's a rare leisurely weekend, and he just wants to lie in bed.
Unfortunately, he was called out by Huang Yihe after just lying down for a few minutes. He was also at the Temple of Heaven Hotel last night.
"Teacher Lin, do you have anything to do today? Can you come to our desk?"
"what?"
"Our director is looking for you."
Lin Weimin was surprised, "Why did your director want to see me?"
"No, you'll know when you get there."
Huang Yihe took Lin Weimin out, and Lin Weimin rode a motorcycle to take him to the radio compound.
As soon as I entered the office, I saw CCTV's director Wang Feng chatting with several other people from the director team.
"Wang Tai, I'm sorry, I'm late."
Wang Feng smiled and said, "I know you guys stayed up until late last night. Thank you for your hard work."
He greeted Lin Weimin and said, "It's a good thing that everyone is here, let's discuss something. What do you think of the name of the party?"
CCTV has put a lot of effort into preparing for this gala, which basically breaks the previous conventional pattern. Both the content and form have been innovative, but the name has not yet been determined.
If we continue to use the "New Year's Eve Gala" from previous years, it will always feel a little lacking and not worth all the effort.
Several people in the director's group looked at each other, and Deng Zaijun was the first to say, "I think it would be a good idea to use the Spring Festival Gala."
"Where's Yang Jie?"
Yang Jie looked thoughtful, "How about the New Year's Gala?"
Wang Feng called out the name again, "Yihe!"
Huang Yihe said: "My idea is the Spring Festival Gala."
After listening to the opinions of several people, Wang Feng scratched his head. He felt that they were all good and he didn't know how to choose for a while.
After the directors finished speaking, they looked at each other. Huang Yihe said, "How about we let the station and the show's program staff vote?"
Wang Feng shook his head and said, "Everyone is so busy. It's a waste of time to hold a vote just for something like this. The live broadcast will start in a few days."
As he spoke, he saw Lin Weimin sipping tea nearby, and suddenly an idea came to him, so he asked, "Teacher Lin, which name do you think is better?"
Lin Weimin put down his teacup and said, "Everything is fine."
Wang Feng smiled and said, "Which one do you think is the most suitable?"
“I think everyone’s opinions can be combined.”
Wang Feng asked: "How to integrate?"
"How about calling it the Spring Festival Gala?" Lin Weimin said in a relaxed tone.
"Spring Festival Gala?"
Everyone present was stunned when they heard the name. They thought it was nothing special at first, but after repeating it a few times, they felt that it was much more fluent than Huang Yihe and Yang Jie's names.
Although not as concise as Deng Zaijun's name, every word accurately hits the key points of the evening party.
"Spring Festival, party, evening party, hmm, both accurate and catchy." Wang Feng muttered the name and nodded in praise.
He then asked, "What do you think?"
Huang Yihe and others shook their heads, "We have no objection."
It's just a name. The name given by Teacher Lin really combines the ideas of several people and it is easy to pronounce.
No one realizes that the name "Spring Festival Gala" will accompany the Chinese people through decades of ups and downs in the future.
"Okay, then it's settled, let's call it the Spring Festival Gala." Wang Feng made the decision.
“Thank you, Teacher Lin!”
"Wang Tai, you are too polite. I just combined everyone's ideas."
After chatting and laughing for a while, Wang Feng asked Huang Yihe and others to continue their work, and he pulled Lin Weimin out of the office.
It was obvious that Lin Weimin had something to say to him.
The two of them were standing outside the radio compound. The sun was shining brightly today, and they were huddled under the window of a bungalow, not feeling cold at all.
Wang Feng first handed Lin Weimin a cigarette and exchanged a few words with him.
After talking for a while, he got down to business. "Teacher Lin, the broadcast of 'The Cliff' on our station has really achieved historic success!"
"Yeah, I didn't expect that either. Thanks to Mr. Jinshan and Director Ren, and yes, Director Deng."
Wang Feng said: "Your script is still the best. Our family has watched this TV series from beginning to end. After watching it for the second time, we also watched it on Yanjing TV. We can't get enough!"
After finishing the compliments, Wang Feng finally got to the point.
"The broadcast effect of "Cliff" is so good. Teacher Lin, have you ever thought about adding your other works to the adaptation list?"
Lin Weimin had already guessed the purpose of Wang Feng's conversation with him, and his face remained calm. "The success of The Cliff is the result of the right time, right place, and right people. Changing the time, changing the broadcast platform, or changing the staff may not have achieved such an effect."
Wang Feng smiled and said, "Then let's keep using this team. I'll recruit Ren Hao to our station, and Mr. Lin will let our station produce the TV series "The Sound of Wind". How about that?"
Lin Weimin shook his head and said, "Wang Tai, The Sound of the Wind is not easy to film!"
Lin Weimin has not read the original novel of "The Sound of Wind". The "The Sound of Wind" he created is completely based on the movie version. If it is presented in the form of a TV series, the effect will definitely be much worse. The most important thing is that the script adaptation requires a lot of thought, and he does not want to spend his energy on it for the time being.
"Is that so?" Wang Feng's tone was filled with regret. He asked tentatively, "What about "Live"?"
Among Lin Weimin's works, the three spy novels "The Disguiser", "The Cliff" and "The Sound of the Wind" are the most suitable for adaptation into TV series.
"Lurking"?
Sun Honglei’s small, piercing eyes flashed through Lin Weimin’s mind.
"Lost" is a novella, and it takes a lot of effort to adapt it into a TV drama script.
Perhaps because he could see the embarrassment on Lin Weimin's face, Wang Feng's mind was working, thinking about what method he could use to convince Lin Weimin to agree to hand over the adaptation rights of the novel to CCTV.
"Teacher Lin, your works are all excellent. A hasty adaptation may lose their charm. I think you can be the editor-in-chief and check the script.
In addition, CCTV will definitely give you a satisfactory price for your remuneration.”
Wang Feng's words made Lin Weimin's eyes light up. As for whether to check or not, I'm not such a rigid person. Let's talk about the remuneration first.
"Well, I'm also worried about the adaptation. Wang Tai, you know that the editorial department is quite busy, and writing can't be put aside easily..."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Lin, you are right." Wang Feng saw that Lin Weimin showed some signs of loosening up, so he immediately took advantage of the situation and said, "If you have any other concerns, please tell me. I will do my best to meet your needs."
Lin Weimin shook his head. "I don't have any extra requests. I certainly can't participate too much in the script adaptation, but my requirement is that the finalization of the script must be approved by me. In addition, no random changes are allowed during filming. Even a single word must be approved by me."
Nowadays, the profession of screenwriter has not reached the point where anyone can be hired as the screenwriter in the future. It is highly respected in the creative process, so Wang Feng thinks that Lin Weimin's request is normal.
It’s a bit harsh that “even changing a single word requires permission”, but it is not unacceptable in order to obtain the adaptation rights of Lin Weimin’s work.
"That's no problem. The script is the basis of a play. We will definitely respect your authority as the screenwriter, Mr. Lin."
Lin Weimin nodded slightly, "Then there is the choice of actors..."
"You wrote the novels, and no one knows better than you what kind of actors are suitable for the roles."
Wang Tai knows how to behave himself, and Teacher Lin said he feels fully respected.
"Then there is the royalties..."
CCTV is a national television station after all, it can’t be too shabby, right?
Lin Weimin looked at Wang Feng, waiting for him to name his price. After talking for a long time, this was the key point.
Wang Feng understood immediately and hesitated for only a few seconds before he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you 3,000 yuan for the manuscript. What do you think, Mr. Lin?"
Three thousand yuan is definitely a huge sum of money for domestic film and television creation these days. The scriptwriting fee for a movie or TV series these days is usually less than one thousand yuan.
Of course, Wang Feng didn't just shout out this price on impulse.
He is a person in the literary and artistic circle, so he naturally knows the range of royalties for publishing a novel like Lin Weimin's. Three thousand yuan is basically equivalent to the amount of royalties for Lin Weimin publishing a novel.
This price is quite sincere.
Teacher Lin nodded with satisfaction, and indeed felt Wang Tai's sincerity.
As I said, price is not important, what matters is respect.
"Okay, I agree."
Lin Weimin finally let go, and Wang Feng felt a surge of joy in his heart.
After laughing twice, he suddenly stopped, he was just busy being happy. Teacher Lin didn't say which work he would give the adaptation rights to!
Or maybe both?
Second update. There will be another update in the afternoon.
(End of this chapter)
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