Chapter 301 This manuscript has been published, I said
The round-faced middle-aged man looked at Lin Weimin in surprise, said nothing, and took out the manuscript from his bag.
It looked like it was newly transcribed. Having been an editor for such a long time, Lin Weimin could tell the condition of the manuscript at a glance.
He opened the gate, let the round-faced middle-aged man in, and parked the car in the yard.
"Come in and sit for a while. I'll show you the manuscript."
He led the round-faced middle-aged man into the study and poured him a cup of hot water from a thermos. "Let me take a look at the manuscript first!"
After Lin Weimin finished speaking, he sat down at his desk and read the manuscript.
The round-faced middle-aged man who was left there had a calm expression and looked at Lin Weimin's study with a bit of curiosity.
When he saw Li Keran's "Cowherding in Autumn Field" hanging on the wall, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
When he was eight years old, his father was labeled as a member of the Y faction. He was not qualified to do anything in school and could not participate in any activities. He could only go to Liulichang to read ancient books and look at calligraphy and paintings. Such coincidences gave him a strong appreciation and creative ability in calligraphy and painting.
While Lin Weimin was reading the manuscript, he stood up and walked to the painting and looked at it for a long time. When he was satisfied, he ran to the bookshelf.
He found that there were not only many famous domestic and foreign classics here, but also many ancient books.
Such a collection of books should be worthy of the title of writer Lin Weimin, he thought to himself as he flipped through the books.
"If you like it, I'll give you a few copies."
A voice suddenly came from behind him. The round-faced middle-aged man turned around and found that Lin Weimin had finished reading the manuscript at some point and was looking at him with interest.
He smiled and said nothing.
Lin Weimin asked again: "How should I call you, Zhong Acheng or Acheng?"
"My friends all call me Ah Cheng."
His name was written on the manuscript that Acheng brought.
He was born in the year the People's Republic of China was founded. If you look into it carefully, you can say that he came from the old society.
My father is Zhong Dianyu, the author of the first film review in New China, "A Review of "Children of China"". He is a famous film critic and was in charge of film in the Ministry of Rites after the founding of the People's Republic of China.
With such a father, Ah Cheng's life should have been smooth sailing. Unfortunately, his happy life was broken before he graduated from elementary school. He lived in a muddle-headed way until he reached middle school. At the age of 19, he went to the countryside.
He stayed there for ten years and did not return to the city until 1979.
After returning to the city, he was first busy assisting his father in organizing and publishing his works. Then he went to Yenching Airport to paint murals, hold art exhibitions, and draw illustrations for writers' novels to be published.
Later, he got a job at China National Publications Import & Export Corporation. Since he had no academic qualifications, he could only work as an art editor for World Book magazine.
"Your manuscript..." Lin Weimin pointed at the manuscript on the table.
Ah Cheng, who had always been fearless, inexplicably felt a little uneasy, just like a bride who had her veil taken off and was waiting to be picked by her husband.
“Very well written!”
Lin Weimin's high evaluation made Acheng feel relieved.
"Can you talk about the original intention of writing this novel?" Lin Weimin asked.
"For the royalties!" Ah Cheng said bluntly.
Lin Weimin nodded. Just now he could say at the door that he was too busy to go to the company to read the manuscript. Now it is not surprising for him to say that he writes for the royalties.
"Then we have something in common. I write books for the royalties," Lin Weimin said with a smile.
Ah Cheng looked at Lin Weimin in surprise, "I'm a nobody, so it's okay for me to say that. But now that you're so famous, it's not a good idea to say that, right?"
"What should I say then?"
"For literature?"
After Ah Cheng said this, the two of them couldn't help but laugh, like old friends who had known each other for many years.
Just a few words can bring people closer to each other. This is not only Lin Weimin's ability, but also Acheng's ability.
He is a chatty guy.
He was the guest today and talked a lot about his own experiences.
He went to Yunnan to work in the countryside. There was nothing delicious there, lack of oil and meat, and the vegetables were monotonous. But there was one good thing: rice was enough to fill you up.
Ah Cheng jokingly said that his delicate skin and tender flesh were mostly due to the rice fed on him from Yunnan.
Ah Cheng said that the years in Yunnan helped him develop his storytelling skills. He had read a lot of books since he was young and had a good memory. He could be called well-informed and even brought a box of books with him when he went to Yunnan to work in the countryside.
The educated youth worked during the day and gathered in the thatched house where he lived at night. A kerosene lamp was lit, and the room was full of people. Cigarette butts flickered in the dim light, and the room was filled with smoke.
Relying on his storytelling ability, Ah Cheng thrived among the educated youth group and felt like a fish in water.
When he said this, there was a hint of complacency on his face.
Acheng talked about his experiences of listening to "enemy radio stations" and watching movies in Yunnan, and a look of reminiscence appeared on his face.
"Memories can be beautified," Lin Weimin said.
Ah Cheng suddenly realized, "You are right."
After talking about the life of educated youth, we talked about returning to the city.
Acheng returned to the city in 1979. At that time, the educated youth who were unable to return to the city gathered together and "made a big fuss" before they were considered to have returned to the city.
"At that time, everything seemed new to me. Even the police would stare at me for a while, because they are the symbol of the city!" Ah Cheng said as he started to laugh.
"You are really bringing disgrace to the people of Yanjing!" Lin Weimin teased.
Ah Cheng waved his hand, "It was only for a while, now I am too annoyed."
"Ha ha!"
After returning to Yanjing, Acheng spent most of his spare time watching movies and helping his father.
He was unemployed at that time, and his father happened to need to publish a book. With his assistance, his father Zhong Dianyu successively published two books, "Lu Chen Collection" and "Film Aesthetics".
I help my father and don't get paid, but I can get some share of the royalties, but not much.
Acheng, who got married as soon as he returned to the city, needed money and wanted to seek independence.
He is a man who is very active. A few years ago, the very famous Stars Art Exhibition in Yenching University was organized by him and a few friends. At that time, they went to various schools in Yenching University to give lectures to attract popularity for the exhibition.
It was a pity that it was of no use. You can’t hold an art exhibition without money, and I couldn’t do it by the second year.
After many twists and turns, Acheng became the art editor of World Book magazine.
"I don't have any money! I really don't have any money. I can't even afford to buy popsicles for my son."
When Ah Cheng said this, he felt somewhat depressed.
Lin Weimin consoled him, "Your manuscript is very good, so you will definitely get paid for it. Your son can have as many popsicles as he wants in the future."
Ah Cheng laughed, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face as he imagined such a scene.
"Do you know why I asked you to read the manuscript?" A Cheng asked Lin Weimin.
Lin Weimin shook his head. He was also curious. Even though Ah Cheng said he didn't have time because of work, he could always write a letter to submit his article. Or there were so many editors in the editorial department, so he could find anyone.
"Hey, I heard that your royalties are worth millions of dollars."
Lin Weimin was surprised. "What does my high royalty have to do with you? Do you want to fight against the local tyrants and divide their land?"
Ah Cheng shook his head, "No! I also heard that you are a collector."
Lin Weimin nodded, "That's true."
"Everyone says you are a wealthy collector."
A bold collector?
This name is nice, and it sounds similar to Su Shi. Lin Weimin had a somewhat complacent look on his face.
Ah Cheng used his finger as a pen, "It's this 'Hao'."
Lin Weimin's face fell. Which thief was plotting against me behind my back?
He then asked: "What does this have to do with you?"
"I have been visiting Liulichang since I was a child. If you want to collect, I can be your broker and I will charge you a fair price!"
Lin Weimin couldn't help but laugh and said, "You're waiting for me here?"
After a few jokes, Lin Weimin took Acheng out for a meal.
After leaving the hotel, Lin Weimin said to Ah Cheng, "There is no problem with the manuscript. It will definitely be published. Go to the editorial office in a few days and I will give you the manuscript fee slip."
Acheng returned home with great pleasure.
After seeing Ah Cheng off, Lin Weimin returned to his study and looked at the manuscript on the desk, an unstoppable smile appeared on his face.
The next day.
In the morning, Qin Chaoyang just entered the office and was wiping the table.
Suddenly, with a bang, a stack of manuscripts fell on the desk, giving the old man a fright.
"If I have a heart attack one day, you will be in big trouble!" Qin Chaoyang cursed.
Lin Weimin ignored him and said, "Stop talking nonsense! This manuscript has been published. I said so!"
Looking at the arrogant tone, there is no doubt that he has found another awesome article.
Comrade Lao Tan was not angry at all. He picked up the manuscript on the table and started flipping through it.
Lin Weimin slowly poured himself a cup of tea, sat on the sofa, and waited quietly for Qin Chaoyang.
When I have nothing to do, I observe the expressions of the old comrades.
This expression is so beautiful.
He frowned, surely the character's experience made him worried.
Smacking your lips? This is a great manuscript.
After a long time, Qin Chaoyang finally finished reading the manuscript and looked up at Lin Weimin again.
"How is it?" Lin Weimin asked.
"Great!" Qin Chaoyang exclaimed.
"How is it a good idea?" Lin Weimin asked with some pride.
The manuscript was written by his team, so I have to hear a few good words from him at this time to feel comfortable.
Comrade Lao Tan despises Lin Weimin's behavior of being a villain who has succeeded, but who can blame him for putting together such a good manuscript?
There's no harm in giving a few compliments.
"At a time when scar literature and root-seeking literature are active, this novel does not accuse people of blood and tears, does not pretend, and does not engage in sensationalism. The language is very interesting, and the text is sophisticated and restrained. It is a work that will be passed down. It will definitely win a national award next year."
Lin Weimin was very pleased with Lao Tan's flattery. He nodded and said, "Not bad, not bad. The leader still has good vision!"
Qin Chaoyang laughed and scolded: "Do I need your praise?"
After saying that, he returned the manuscript to Lin Weimin.
The two of them were reviewing the manuscript privately, and they still had to go through the necessary procedures and let other colleagues in the editorial department take a look at it as well.
Lin Weimin received a few compliments and left Qin Chaoyang's office with satisfaction. He returned to the editorial department and handed the manuscript to He Qizhi.
"You guys should take a look at the new manuscript first. If there's no problem, I'll join the team next month."
He Qizhi asked in surprise: "Cutting in line?"
"Contemporary" has no worries about manuscripts now. It is very common for a work by an unknown newcomer to wait for three or four issues unless there are special circumstances. The "queue jumping" that Lin Weimin mentioned is a special treatment given by the editorial department to those famous authors or those with particularly outstanding works.
He Qizhi immediately flipped through the manuscript.
The morning was almost over, and about ten minutes before lunch, colleagues in the office were chatting.
The sound of "bang" startled everyone.
Following the sound, I saw He Qizhi's face was ruddy and his eyes were shining. He didn't care about the pain caused by slamming his palm on the table.
Holding the manuscript in his hand, he asked Lin Weimin excitedly.
"Where did this manuscript, this "Chess King", come from?"
"I'm from the team!" Lin Weimin was chatting with everyone. He sat on a chair and looked up at He Qizhi.
He Qizhi looked down at him and said hurriedly, "Of course I know it's from the group, but where's the author? From the submission? Introduced by someone else?"
Lin Weimin's tone was still so nonchalant.
"You're talking about this! None of that. The manuscript that was delivered to me at my house happened last night."
???
My colleagues were confused.
We are all editors, so why does the manuscript compilation process always become weird when it comes to you?
(End of this chapter)
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