Chapter 298 He Can Be Replaced
Today, the Institute of Literature has moved to Balizhuang in Chaoyang District. Compared with the time when Lin Weimin and his colleagues had to borrow the Chaoyang District Committee's D School as a school building, the school conditions have improved dramatically. It now has independent classrooms, dormitories and canteens, as well as courtyards and gates.
Standing at the gate with the sign of the Institute of Cultural Research again, Lin Weimin's heart was filled with emotions.
If you don't return to your hometown when you are rich and powerful, it's like walking in the night in brocade clothes. I...
"Comrade, wait a moment!"
Before Lin Weimin could finish his fantasy, the security guard at the door stopped him.
Lin Weimin couldn't help but sigh that now they can afford to hire professional security guards, which is really a great improvement.
"What do you do?"
"Hello, I'm the teacher who's here to give you a lecture!"
"teacher?"
The guard, who was in his fifties or sixties, stared at Lin Weimin for a few seconds.
He looks like a student, and he dares to pretend to be a teacher?
Most likely, they are students who want to attend classes in school.
"Does anyone know anyone?" The security guard didn't want to make things difficult for Lin Weimin. All the young people who could come to the Institute of Literature to take classes were good kids.
Lin Weimin hesitated for a moment, "Is Teacher Tang Yuqiu here?"
The guard was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this guy actually knew someone. "Do you know Teacher Tang?"
As soon as the guard finished asking this question, he suddenly called out to the door, "Teacher Tang, it's just right, someone is looking for you, do you know him?"
Lin Weimin turned his head and looked outside the door, and saw Tang Yuqiu, whose hair had turned a little gray, walking into the school.
Tang Yuqiu only took a glance and was pleasantly surprised. "Lin Weimin?"
"Teacher Tang!" Lin Weimin responded with a smile.
"Oh, oh, why are you back?" Tang Yuqiu pulled Lin Weimin and looked left and right.
Since graduating from the Institute of Literature, although Lin Weimin would visit Tang Yuqiu every Chinese New Year, Tang Yuqiu was still very surprised to see him again at the Institute of Literature.
"Teacher Rong is ill. Didn't the institute invite him to give lectures to the students before? He can't give the lecture this time, so he asked me to come over."
Tang Yuqiu asked with concern: "Teacher Rong is sick? Is it serious?"
"Fortunately, it's a chronic disease, nothing serious, just need to be treated for a while."
"That's good." Tang Yuqiu was relieved and asked, "Teacher Rong wants you to teach in his place?"
"He asked me to come here first to seek the opinions of the institute."
"What are you still looking for? Is there anyone more suitable than you?" Tang Yuqiu asked excitedly.
"Teacher Tang, you can just look at your own child however you like," Lin Weimin said jokingly.
The intimacy in Lin Weimin's words made Tang Yuqiu smile with relief. She said, "Of course, my own children are good at everything. You have done so well in Contemporary Magazine in the past two years. You were promoted to deputy editor-in-chief, and you have not fallen behind in writing. You are good at everything. It is just right for you to pass on your experience to those younger students."
Tang Yuqiu took Lin Weimin into the school and met many old acquaintances.
Director Xu Gang, teachers You Xiaoshan and Wang Yifen, as well as typist Xiaolin and librarian Xiaojing...
Teacher Tang Yuqiu excitedly took Lin Weimin around the campus, and more and more people gathered around the two of them.
Not to mention the predecessors of the first four classes of the Institute of Literature, Lin Weimin has been considered the most outstanding student trained by the Institute since the fifth class resumed operations in 1980.
Among their class, many students have already become famous in the domestic literary world.
For example, Jiang Zilong, Gu Hua, Huang Anyi, Jin Ying...
Compared with these people, Lin Weimin is somewhat different. Everyone has a very deep impression of him.
Thinking back to the days when this kid was in the Institute of Literature, all the jokes he made and the troubles he caused, we still talk about them from time to time when we chat.
For teachers, the most mischievous students in the class are often the ones who impress them the most.
What surprised everyone even more was Lin Weimin's development after he left the Institute of Cultural Research.
Novels were published one after another, and the response was greater than the previous one. Later I heard that some of them were even published abroad.
At work, I joined the editorial department of Contemporary Magazine and was promoted to deputy editor-in-chief after working there for two years.
There may be deputy editors-in-chief of 22 or 23 years old in publications across the country, but it is impossible for them to exist in a publication of the level of Contemporary. It is simply unheard of.
At this age and with such achievements, when people talk about it, there is always some disbelief in their tone. Is this still the lawless devil they know?
After not seeing each other for a long time, everyone felt particularly friendly towards Lin Weimin, and a group of people stood by the school flower bed and chatted endlessly.
I don’t know how much time passed before the ringing of the phone interrupted everyone’s conversation.
Nowadays, the training time in the Institute of Literature and Art is not like that of Lin Weimin and his colleagues, which was only a few months and there was only one class of students.
There are two batches of students studying in the Institute of Literature and Art now, the seventh and eighth batches of students. The course lasts four semesters and it will take two years to graduate.
The small garden where Lin Weimin and his friends were chatting was just outside the classroom where the students went to school. During class, the students noticed that the teachers were sitting in a group and were very curious.
The get out of class was over now. Some students leaned against the windows, while others walked out of the classroom, all casting their eyes on the young man who was the center of attention beside the flower bed.
Seeing that many students were curious about Lin Weimin, Tang Yuqiu smiled and said, "It just so happens that Weimin is here today. Let him give the students a personal example to show them how excellent the students who graduate from our Institute of Literature are!"
Xiaojing and Xiaolin were the first to applaud. As everyone cheered, Director Xu Gang smiled and shook his head, "How about it? Weimin, go tell your younger classmates about it?"
"There's nothing to talk about!"
Xiao Jing shouted, "Why didn't you tell me? Tell me about your million-dollar manuscript fee!"
Expecting writers to keep secrets is as difficult as climbing to heaven.
"It's not that exaggerated."
“Then tell us about your editorial department of Contemporary Magazine. Our seventh session happens to be a literary editing class, so we can listen to it,” suggested Teacher You Xiaoshan.
"Just think of it as a rehearsal for your lecture in a few days. It's a good opportunity to get to know the students first!"
A group of teachers persuaded him and Lin Weimin had no choice but to agree.
The teachers went to the two classes in advance to inform them of the temporary extra classes. Everyone already knew from listening to the teachers' private discussion just now that the young man surrounded by the teachers today was Lin Weimin.
After the teacher announced the news and left, the classroom suddenly suddenly became noisy.
Like Lin Weimin and his classmates, these students were able to study at the Institute of Literature and Research because they had already published works in well-known journals, received good reviews, and some were even authors who had won national awards.
But when they heard the name Lin Weimin, everyone couldn't help but get excited.
In recent years, there is probably no writer more popular than Lin Weimin in the domestic literary world.
Jiang Zilong, who became famous for his reform literature, cannot be compared to him; Gu Hua, who won the first Yanbing Literature Award for "Furong Town", cannot be compared to him; and Lu Yao, who became famous all over the country for "Life", cannot be compared to him.
These people have been very popular in recent years and are writers admired by many literature lovers.
But compared with Lin Weimin, they are still far behind.
He is young, has won many awards, his works are popular, the adaptation effect is good, and the sales are good. His main job is the deputy editor-in-chief of the well-known magazine "Contemporary".
Lin Weimin is like a hexagonal warrior with full combat power and no flaws.
Among these students of the Institute of Literature and Art, there may be some who are dissatisfied with Lin Weimin, but there is absolutely no one who does not recognize Lin Weimin's achievements in writing.
This last-minute class was scheduled after noon, taking up the students' rest time, but no one complained. Who wouldn't want to meet the famous Lin Weimin?
The teachers arranged the students from the two classes into one classroom. The classroom was crowded and many people were standing, but that could not conceal everyone's enthusiasm.
Lin Weimin walked up to the podium under the eager gazes of the crowd. After exchanging glances with the students below the podium for a few seconds, Lin Weimin greeted everyone with a smile on his face.
"It's so friendly to see you all. A few years ago, I was like you all, sitting in the classroom of the Institute of Literature and Studies to study. Oh, by the way, some of you may be different, you are standing."
The students burst into laughter. There were not enough chairs in the classroom, so many people were standing.
"The main reason I came to the Institute of Literature Research today is that Rong Shihui, who had promised to give lectures to everyone at the institute, is ill and has entrusted me to teach you for a few days. In a few days, I will share with you knowledge related to literary creation and editing in class.
Today, at the request of several teachers, I am here to chat with you and share my previous experience studying at the Institute of Literature and Arts, just to encourage you all.”
Lin Weimin looked calm and spoke in a relaxed tone at the podium, and his demeanor was impressive.
He talked leisurely about his experience studying at the Institute of Literature Research a few years ago. He did not shy away from his lawlessness when he was in the institute. He even did not let go of the embarrassing things of his classmates, and made fun of them one by one. From time to time, he would express his inner complaints, and every few words he said would be a joke, which caused laughter in the classroom.
Among the more than one hundred students under the podium, no one could have imagined that Lin Weimin, now a nationally famous writer, would be so bold when he was studying at the Institute of Literature and Art.
Everyone recalled the time they spent studying at the Institute of Literature and Research, and it seemed that things were not so conventional.
Seeing it this way, I suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
The average age of the students in the seventh and eighth classes is slightly younger than that in the fifth class, but still limited in age, and there are many students over 30 years old.
Although everyone is older than Lin Weimin, no one would underestimate the young man on the podium.
The achievements he has made in writing may be something that many of you will need to look up to for the rest of your lives.
At their age, they can see this kind of thing very clearly.
What's more, Lin Weimin's works are indeed extremely excellent, and many of the students here today are loyal readers of Lin Weimin.
When it came to the question-and-answer session, everyone was extremely enthusiastic.
Lin Weimin pointed to a slightly plump middle-aged man with small eyes. He stood up and introduced himself as Wang Peng. The first question he asked was about the recent controversial issue of Lin Weimin's royalties.
"It's being rumored in the domestic literary world that your work was published in the United States and received a million dollars in royalties. We are all very curious about whether this is true or not."
After he asked this question, everyone's eyes were on Lin Weimin.
Writers are ashamed to talk about profit, except for royalties.
This thing concerns everyone's life and property, and no one doesn't care.
Lin Weimin shook his head helplessly and said with a subtle expression: "This question is not easy to answer!"
Although Lin Weimin did not give a direct answer, his expression and tone said it all.
If the royalties weren't that high, they would have just denied it directly. But now this answer is basically a tacit agreement.
The classroom was suddenly in an uproar.
Everyone has heard of it before, but it seems like something very far away from us.
But now, Lin Weimin, the person involved, stood in front of everyone and acknowledged the matter. Not only that, he was a student several years earlier than everyone else.
When they thought of this, many students felt excited.
At this moment, Lin Weimin standing on the podium was like the First Emperor Ying Zheng sitting on a chariot, and the group of Xiang Yus below the stage had only one thought in their minds.
He can be replaced!
(End of this chapter)
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