Chapter 247 Carrying Tiesheng on the Train
A writers' conference is probably hosted by a publishing house or editorial department. It would be best to find a few units with reception capabilities to gather the writers in a scenic spot, provide food and accommodation, and give them sightseeing tours.
For the organizers, being able to attract talented authors means being able to book good manuscripts and surpass their competitors in the short term.
For an author, being invited to participate in a writing club is a great honor. It means that his or her writing has received attention and recognition, and the chances of having the work published are high.
But for Contemporary Magazine and Guowen Publishing House, including the writers they invited, the situation is slightly different.
"Contemporary" has never lacked manuscripts. At the beginning of its publication, Guowen Publishing House put all its efforts into publishing "Contemporary". In the field of domestic literary publications, "Contemporary" is a "rich second generation" that was born with a silver spoon in its mouth.
In just a few issues, Contemporary has established a firm foothold in the field of domestic literary publications and firmly occupied a leading position.
Then, Lin Weimin appeared. This young man was amazing.
Although he was not even an editor of Contemporary Magazine at the beginning, he had the ability to stir up trouble.
Because of his appearance, the sales of "Contemporary" and "People's Literature" are increasing day by day, and their influence is also growing.
Contemporary magazine now receives thousands of manuscripts every day.
The writers invited by Contemporary this time, whether they are long-established seniors or rising stars cultivated in recent years, have a reputation for their creative abilities and will never have to worry about having no place to publish their works.
The only difference is the level of publication in which it is published.
On the platform of Yanjing Railway Station, a group of people were waiting. Wei Junyi looked at his watch with a somewhat impatient expression.
"This Lin Weimin, the agency has given him everything to take care of. It's time to set off, but he hasn't even arrived yet."
"It's almost here, it should be here soon."
This time, the "Contemporary Novel Writing Seminar" was led by the publishing house's editor-in-chief Wei Junyi. The Contemporary magazine side included chief editor Qin Chaoyang and deputy chief editor Lin Weimin, and the rest included several key editors of the editorial department, including Rong Shihui, Zhu Changsheng, He Qizhi, Zhang Zhonge, Liu Yin and Yao Shuzhi.
A large group of people arrived at the train station early and waited for a long time, but there was no sign of Lin Weimin.
You have to know that he was the one who organized this writers' conference. If he missed the train, it would be very difficult.
"Here we come! Here we come!" Several editors waved towards the entrance.
Lin Weimin was seen waving to everyone with one hand and pushing a wheelchair with the other. In the wheelchair was a tall young man with dark skin.
Qin Chaoyang said: "The person in the wheelchair should be Shi Tiesheng. Weimin said yesterday that he would pick him up in the morning."
Wei Junyi nodded.
At this time, Lin Weimin pushed Shi Tiesheng closer to everyone and introduced Shi Tiesheng to everyone. Several colleagues cast interested glances at Shi Tiesheng.
Shi Tiesheng first became associated with Contemporary magazine in the second issue after its founding. His article "The Law Professor and His Wife" was published in the second issue.
After saying hello, the train was about to leave, luckily it was not a holiday.
Everyone lined up and got on the bus one by one. When it was Lin Weimin's turn, he asked Zhu Changsheng to help him tilt the wheelchair forward, and then he squatted down.
"Tiesheng, hold on to my shoulders."
Shi Tiesheng held Lin Weimin's shoulders tightly with both hands. Lin Weimin held his thighs with both hands, exerted strength from his waist and legs, and lifted Shi Tiesheng up on his back in one go.
Shi Tiesheng is tall and has a big frame, but he has very little flesh on his body. This is one of the sequelae of his long-term illness.
"You ate all this meat in vain!" Lin Weimin joked.
Shi Tiesheng smiled and said, "Isn't this just to make it easier for you to carry it?"
The two men joked, and Lin Weimin carried Shi Tiesheng into the car.
Lin Weimin carried Shi Tiesheng to his berth.
"This soft sleeper is for you. Just make do with it."
"It's boring to stay here. It'll be more lively with more people around," said Shi Tiesheng.
There were many people coming this time. Wei Junyi, Qin Chaoyang and Lin Weimin were all cadres above level 12. Their units bought soft sleeper tickets for them, while the others had hard sleeper tickets.
"Then I'll carry you over there and come back after you're done talking."
"I'll just be over there."
"It's more comfortable here. It's been almost 20 hours along the way."
Lin Weimin gave some advice and Shi Tiesheng did not insist.
The two went to the hard sleeper compartment where their colleagues were. It was much more lively here than the four-person room that Lin Weimin and his friends were staying in. When the two arrived, everyone was still chatting excitedly.
It is normal for an editor to travel all over the world to collect manuscripts, but that is hard work and far less relaxing than attending writers' clubs.
This time, a group of nine people came out from the editorial department, and the colleagues who stayed in Yanjing were almost crying with envy.
"Come on, everyone, try our braised chicken feet." Liu Yin enthusiastically took out food to share with everyone.
"Teacher Yan is such a good man, even the cooking is so good!" Yao Shuzhi praised after tasting the chicken feet.
Liu Yin's husband is Yan Gang, also in the same industry, and currently works as an editor at the Literary Gazette.
The manuscript that Literary Gazette asked Lin Weimin to write at the beginning of this year was commissioned by Yan Gang through Liu Yin.
Rong Shihui was sucking on a chicken foot, and he took out a bottle of Erguotou from somewhere and clinked glasses with He Qizhi's beer bottle.
"Old Yan is very clever and skillful. He helped make the sofa in our office!"
As everyone chatted, Shi Tiesheng asked Lin Weimin to take out the things he brought from his bag. Lin Weimin spread out the things and said, "My uncle has brought you a lot of things!"
"The poor are poor on the road, so you must bring some dry food along the way!"
Lin Weimin was carrying a bag of tea eggs, which must have at least 20 eggs. "You call this a little?"
"Aren't we all here?"
Shi Tiesheng distributed the tea eggs to everyone with a smile, and Lin Weimin also got one.
Yao Shuzhi ate a tea egg and asked, "Weimin, you didn't bring anything?"
"What to bring?"
"Food?"
Lin Weimin shook his head. "Why bring that thing? Just buy something when you're hungry."
Lin Weimin, who was used to taking the high-speed rail in his later life, did not have the habit of bringing food with him when taking the train. Yao Shuzhi said, "Otherwise, he is a rich man. He only needs to bring a wallet when he goes out."
Lin Weimin said, "You, you really learned bad things from Zheng Guo. Now you are always stingy and calculating."
Everyone started laughing, and Yao Shuzhi rolled her eyes at Lin Weimin.
The train gradually left the urban area of Yanjing. Looking at the vast sky and earth outside the window, everyone couldn't help but feel refreshed and chatted all the way.
"Just now I saw someone on the train reading the novel Chasing the Murderer that Weimin published in Youth Literature!"
"Changsheng, your eyesight is too good, isn't it? You can see this clearly as they walk by?"
The topic unconsciously jumped to "Chasing a Murderer". After a few days of fermentation, the impact caused by "Chasing a Murderer" has begun to emerge. Colleagues in the editorial department have read this novel under the recommendation of Zhu Changsheng and Yao Shuzhi, but everyone has not yet discussed this novel publicly.
Just when everyone was chatting enthusiastically, two girls knocked on the side door of the carriage and everyone looked over.
The two girls looked a little shy, "Hello, teachers. We are from the next car. I just overheard what you said. Excuse me, is Teacher Lin Weimin here?"
Everyone looked at Lin Weimin. He stood up helplessly and said, "I am Lin Weimin. What can I do for you?"
The two girls suddenly became excited and asked in disbelief, "Are you really Mr. Lin Weimin?"
Lin Weimin looked at everyone and said, "That should be the case. That's what everyone calls me anyway!"
His joke made the two girls laugh. "Teacher Lin, it's great to meet you. We would like you to sign for us, is that ok?"
Lin Weimin nodded, "Of course."
The girls immediately handed over the books they were holding, "Thank you, Teacher Lin!"
It can be seen that the two people are indeed Lin Weimin's readers. They handed over four books in total, one of which was "Youth Literature" which was just published this month, and the other three were "Farewell My Concubine", "The Sound of the Wind" and "The Horse Lather" which were previously published by Guowen Publishing House.
"Teacher Lin, your novels are so well written!" The round-faced girl complimented Lin Weimin when he was signing.
Lin Weimin joked, "Oh? What if we pick the best one?"
The round-faced girl thought for a moment and said, "I think it's Farewell My Concubine."
"What about you?" Lin Weimin asked another girl.
Another girl answered: "I think 'The Hunt' is the best!"
Lin Weimin was slightly surprised. "Why do you say that Chasing the Murderer is the best? These days I have been hearing people around me say that this book is too difficult to understand."
"It's good because it's hard to understand. Some writers will deliberately create mystery in order to pursue the so-called style, but Mr. Lin, your "Chasing the Murderer" is not like that. All the narratives in this novel are for the sake of the novel and also constitute the novel.
Every time of unraveling the mystery, no one is redundant. Only readers who have truly read and understood this novel can understand the shock and despair contained in the novel.
This overwhelming feeling is something I have never felt when reading your other works. Of course, your other works are not bad either.
I just think that, relatively speaking, the sensory and psychological stimulation brought by "The Murderer" left a deep impression on me, which is enough to make people remember it for a lifetime. I remember that the last time I had this feeling was when I read Maugham's "The Moon and Sixpence".
The girl talked incessantly about her views on "Chasing the Murderer", which showed that she really liked this novel.
Lin Weimin was delighted and said with a smile: "You think too highly of me by putting me on the same level as Maugham!"
"In my mind, Mr. Lin, your talent is no less than that of Maugham."
Lin Weimin felt a little embarrassed when being praised by a girl, mainly because there were so many colleagues and friends behind him.
"Moreover... I think the greater role of your novel is that it sets an extremely standard and classic example for the new style of avant-garde novels. I have read your speech on avant-garde novels at Yenching Normal University before. Your work not only covers the characteristics of avant-garde novels you mentioned, but also raises the pattern of avant-garde novels to a new height.
Although there is Ma Yuan's "The Temptation of Gangdise" before, I still think that your "Chasing the Murderer" should be called the pioneering work of avant-garde literature! "
Yoho!
This is really a die-hard fan. Lin Weimin was really blushing this time because of the praise.
The little girl is very young, but she is kind-hearted and has a keen eye.
The second update will be later. Just when I wanted to take a break, my child got a fever.
(End of this chapter)
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