Chapter 282: A Visitor from Hong Kong
There was a heavy snowfall in Yanjing on New Year's Eve, and the entire city was covered in snow.
It's cold before frost and cold after snow.
There are almost no people going to work on the streets, but there are many people out for fun.
Lin Weimin's Yamaha 125 was driving slowly on the road. The cold wind blew across his cheeks and poured into his neck, making him feel very refreshed, but Teacher Lin's heart was burning with joy.
Starting today, Teacher Lin stood up.
We rode a motorcycle all the way to the radio compound on Nanlishi Road. The bungalow in the corner of the compound was the temporary residence of the screenwriter team of "Dream of Red Mansions".
Today is New Year's Day, a legal holiday, but it has nothing to do with the three big beasts from the screenwriter team of "Dream of Red Mansions".
Taking on the job of producing the TV series Dream of the Red Chamber is not only an honor, but also a responsibility and a shackle. One billion people across the country are watching me.
Lin Weimin pushed the door open and walked in, bringing in a gust of cold wind.
Zhou Ling was curled up in a corner of the office, chewing a steamed bun and writing quickly at his desk. It was obvious that he had worked until late last night and got up early without cleaning up, and immediately started working.
A sudden cold wind blew and he couldn't help but shrink his neck. The other two screenwriters were in a similar situation.
Before the script of "Dream of the Red Chamber" was finalized, the three of them were at risk of sudden death on the spot every day.
"Teacher Lin is here!"
The three screenwriters greeted Lin Weimin, who took out the script and said, "I read it a little slowly."
Zhou Lei took the script and glanced at it, and he saw the dense annotations on the script. His scalp tingled and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He handed the script back to Liu Genglu and Zhou Ling. The three of them looked at each other and their bitter smiles deepened.
The writing of the script for Dream of the Red Chamber was very intense. In fact, it had already started in May this year, and the first draft was due in December. One can imagine the pressure and workload the three screenwriters had to endure.
Lin Weimin also understood them very well and said with a smile: "This is my advice as a consultant. It's up to you whether to listen to it or not. Don't feel pressured."
"Teacher Lin, please don't get me wrong. We don't have any objections. It's mainly because your suggestions for revision involve too much content. I'm afraid it won't be completed in a short time."
"Haha, I still say the same thing. The decision is up to you, don't feel pressured." Lin Weimin said in a calm tone and with a friendly attitude.
Despite what he said, Zhou Lei and the other two did not dare to neglect him.
Every invited member of the advisory committee is a great man. Among the dozens of great men in Lin Weimin's advisory committee, some are special, mainly in terms of age.
He is really too young, so young that it makes people jealous.
But it is precisely because of this that it makes people feel more terrifying.
You can be on par with many seniors when you are in your twenties, but what about twenty years later?
Or, what if he reaches the age of the great men on the advisory committee today?
Wouldn't that mean it has become a spirit?
We are all in the literary circle. How dare you neglect such a person?
Even if there are voices criticizing Lin Weimin everywhere now, so what? Even if he has been dormant for ten years and then comes out again, he is only in his early thirties.
Zhang Ailing said: You should become famous as early as possible. If it comes too late, the happiness will not be so satisfying.
For someone like Lin Weimin who became famous at a young age, his natural talent was naturally a gift from God, but age was like the indestructible sword of the Heavenly Sword. No matter how dissatisfied you are with him, as long as you cannot kill him, you will definitely be injured by his sword.
"What are you talking about? Without your valuable suggestions, there would be no wonderful script!" Zhou Lei said politely.
Lin Weimin is indeed very young in age, but his skills in drama creation are real. Zhou Lei has watched his "The Intouchables" and "Farewell My Concubine" more than once, and he admits that he cannot reach Lin Weimin's level.
After chatting with a few people for a while, Lin Weimin left the office and unexpectedly ran into Ren Hao.
"Teacher Lin!" Ren Hao exclaimed in surprise.
"Director Ren!" Lin Weimin greeted.
He saw that there was a middle-aged man wearing glasses and carrying a reporter's bag next to Ren Hao. He didn't want to say more, so he said hello and wanted to leave.
Ren Hao took him aside and took the initiative to introduce him: "Reporter Li, this is Lin Weimin, the original author of our "Live", and Mr. Lin, who is also the original author and screenwriter of "The Cliff."
"Teacher Lin, this is reporter Li Xiangyang from the Yenching Youth Daily!"
Lin Weimin had no choice but to stop and shake hands. The middle-aged man, whom Ren Hao called Reporter Li, brightened up when he heard Lin Weimin's name.
"Teacher Lin is really young and promising. Seeing is believing..."
Reporter Li is a very good talker. He held Lin Weimin's hand tightly and refused to let go. It was obvious that he had bad intentions.
Just when Lin Weimin was getting impatient and preparing to leave, reporter Li finally spoke.
"Teacher Lin, would you like to accept an interview with our Yanjing Youth Daily?"
"Interview me? What's there for me to interview?" Lin Weimin played dumb.
Li Xiangyang smiled meaningfully, "Teacher Lin, you are a very interesting interview subject!"
Lin Weimin saw teasing in Li Xiangyang's smile, but no hostility.
He also said casually: "Forget it. I am now a rat crossing the street that everyone wants to beat."
"Hahaha, Teacher Lin, you're joking. When a work is published, there will naturally be good and bad reviews. I particularly like your work.
You are usually too low-key, so I have never had the opportunity to interview you. I happened to meet you today, so why not have a chat with you?
There has been a lot of public opinion about you recently, don't you want to respond?"
Although he thought Li Xiangyang might be a very good interviewer, Lin Weimin still remembered everyone's advice to him.
"No, no."
Lin Weimin's refusal instead aroused Li Xiangyang's interest even more. He had recently been planning to write an article about Lin Weimin and his controversial novel "The Lover". Today he finally met the real subject, how could he let him go easily?
"Say a few words, Mr. Lin. I'll just take up a little time of your time, but at least say a few words!"
Li Xiangyang looked like a respectable man, but he was unexpectedly difficult to deal with, making Lin Weimin almost think that he had encountered a paparazzi from later generations.
Faced with such a dog-skin plaster, Lin Weimin felt helpless.
"What do you want me to say? Good or bad reviews are the readers' rights, so let them speak!
If you really want me to say something, I only have one thing to say.
Let the bullets fly for a while!"
Let the bullets fly for a while?
Li Xiangyang savored Lin Weimin's words carefully. The more he thought about them, the more he enjoyed them. Suddenly, he was filled with inspiration and forgot about the interview he had arranged with Lin Weimin.
He decided that the review article about Lin Weimin and "The Lover" should be named "Let the Bullets Fly for a While."
Hey, although I didn't get to interview Lin Weimin, this sentence should be significant enough after some polishing.
This is a statement in some way, right?
Li Xiangyang thought happily.
When he returned to his home in Tuanjiehu, Tao Huimin was sitting on the sofa at home, watching TV and waiting for him, bored.
"Are you back? Have you eaten?" She took Lin Weimin's leather jacket like a newlywed wife and hung it on the hanger at the door.
"Not yet. Aren't I going to come back and eat with you?"
Teacher Lin couldn't help but hug her, their skin touching, their breathing quickened.
Young people, you don’t know what moderation is!
Lunch was changed to dinner, and Teacher Lin ate with great satisfaction.
It was the coldest time of winter and it got dark very early outside. After dinner, the two of them sat on the sofa. Tao Huimin leaned on Lin Weimin's shoulder and watched TV while Lin Weimin was talking to the blue sky.
"Your movie 'Insidious' is so good!" she said suddenly.
Last night was New Year's Eve, and the second work adapted from Lin Weimin's novel, "The Hidden Corner", was once again broadcast on CCTV, becoming the opening drama of the new year.
Because of Tao Huimin's sudden arrival, Teacher Lin lost control last night and missed the first day of "The Disguiser".
This morning, Tao Huimin was bored at home and happened to see a rebroadcast of a TV series.
The two of them talked sweet nothings to each other until eight o'clock, when CCTV-1 started broadcasting again, and they quietly enjoyed the TV series.
Lin Weimin's "The Hidden" was derived from a TV series before the time travel. After being adapted back into a TV series, the plot setting, conflicts, and character images have all been impeccably restored to the style of the original work.
The only flaw is probably that the performances of actors of this era are still somewhat formulaic, looking a bit rigid and not so natural.
Of course, this is because Lin Weimin has the experience of watching the drama before traveling through time for comparison.
In fact, for TV viewers in the 1980s, "Insidious" was already exciting enough.
For example, now, Tao Huimin stared at the TV screen with her clear eyes without blinking, noticing at all that there was something extra in her vital parts.
Young people don’t know what moderation is.
Another sleepless night!
It is said that the land of gentleness is the grave of heroes.
In the past, Teacher Lin didn’t believe this.
As a man, how can I indulge in love affairs? I can't let women take up too much of my energy.
But the experience of the past few days has taught Teacher Su Lelin a lesson.
Never be too confident at any time.
Without practice, there is no right to speak.
Which one of King Zhou of Shang and King Fuchai was not a heroic ruler, more awesome than your teacher Lin?
What happened in the end?
He still became a tyrant obsessed with beauty!
Every failure is a learning experience, and Teacher Lin has grown again.
A few days later, someone knocked on the door of the Tuanjiehu apartment building again.
When the door opened, Qin Chaoyang was shocked when he saw Lin Weimin's face.
"Yo! What's wrong with you?"
Lin Weimin touched his cheek and asked, "What's wrong?"
Qin Chaoyang sighed in his heart, it must be because of the recent ups and downs outside. He pretended to be strong at work, and now he has been stuck at home for so many days on vacation, it must be hard.
well!
Comrade Lao Tan expressed deep sympathy, but at the same time he hated those troublemakers to the core.
"For the people, who?"
At this time, a beautiful and elegant figure suddenly appeared in the living room and asked Lin Weimin.
"The leader of our unit." Lin Weimin said, and his eyes turned to the old man behind Qin Chaoyang.
While Lin Weimin and Qin Chaoyang were talking, the old man looked at Lin Weimin with a bit of curiosity and surprise.
Qin Chaoyang is over sixty years old, and the old man following behind him also looks to be over sixty. The two old men arrived together, and Lin Weimin quickly invited them into the house.
"Come in! Come in!"
Tao Huimin hurriedly poured a cup of hot tea for the two guests. Qin Chaoyang heard from Liu Yin that this young girl should be Lin Weimin's girlfriend.
It looks like the two of them are living together now?
Tsk tsk tsk, young man, degenerate!
"Weimin, do you still remember the deputy editor-in-chief of Sing Tao Evening News, Cheng Yi Qiu, who called Lao Yan's office before?" Qin Chaoyang asked seriously.
Lin Weimin nodded, "Of course I remember."
Teacher Lin was deeply impressed by being treated as a bumpkin and a beggar.
Qin Chaoyang raised his hand and introduced the old man next to him, "This is Mr. Liu Yichang, the editor-in-chief of Sing Tao Evening News."
Lin Weimin's expression was unexpected. What did this mean?
"Hello, Mr. Lin."
Liu Yichang greeted him with an apologetic smile on his face, and said, "Mr. Lin, I am really sorry. Deputy Editor-in-Chief Cheng is actually a serious and responsible person at work. However, it is precisely because of his seriousness and responsibility that he sometimes makes a fool of himself. I have come here specially to apologize to you on behalf of our Sing Tao Evening News and Deputy Editor-in-Chief Cheng."
The old comrade, who was over 60 years old, apologized to himself sincerely and said that he could not deal with Lin Weimin anymore.
I just stayed out of the world for a few days, but my status has become so high? Is it worth it for a major newspaper editor in Hong Kong to personally come to the mainland to apologize?
"Mr. Liu, please don't say that. It's embarrassing for a junior like me!" Lin Weimin said politely.
Qin Chaoyang laughed and said, "Oh, it was all a misunderstanding. Mr. Liu made a special trip to Yanjing. He really showed his sincerity!"
Lin Weimin took a covert look at Lao Tan and felt that he had the temperament of a brothel owner.
No matter how dumb he was, he understood that there was no way someone would go all the way to Yanjing just to apologize to him.
I'm not the prime minister.
They continued chatting politely, and soon Lin Weimin understood Liu Yichang's purpose.
He came for the reprinting, not only for the Sing Tao Evening News to reprint "The Lover", but also for several other works of Lin Weimin, which Liu Yichang also hoped to bring to Hong Kong.
Except for "The Lover" which was prepared for the Sing Tao Evening Post, Liu Yichang prepared the other works for the comprehensive literary monthly "Hong Kong Literature" which he was preparing.
Hong Kong's cultural atmosphere has been weak since ancient times. It was only in recent years that many domestic literati flocked to Hong Kong, which boosted the cultural development of this city.
By the 1970s, the basic structure of Hong Kong's local culture was composed of YY culture, ZY literature and local culture.
Since the late 1970s, this structure has been broken. With the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and the United States and the end of the lease approaching, ZY culture in Hong Kong's cultural circle has gradually become the mainstream.
But Hong Kong was under British rule at that time. The British noticed this situation and immediately began to organize forces to suppress it.
Contemporary Literature and Art ceased publication in 1979, Ocean Literature and Art was discontinued in 1980, and writers Ruan Lang and Xu Su died in 1981...
In just ten years, the ZY camp in Hong Kong suffered heavy losses.
(End of this chapter)
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