Chapter 302 You are everyone's blessing
A few days later, in the morning, the office should be quiet at this time on normal days, but today it was a bit restless.
"Weimin, are you coming in the morning?"
"Yes, I specially asked him to take leave to come here."
Lin Weimin replied to He Qizhi.
That day, Lin Weimin asked Lao Tan to read the manuscript of "The Chess King" and took the manuscript back to the office, which immediately aroused enthusiastic feedback from colleagues.
It has been a long time since we have seen such a surprising work.
What’s more important is that this author named Acheng seemed to have popped out of nowhere, and no one had ever even heard of him before.
In the first few years after Acheng returned to the city, he was very close to the people from Today, and he was present at many cultural activities in Yanjing during those years.
However, "Contemporary" and "Today" have completely different lines, so no one in the editorial department has heard of him.
An unknown newcomer, but his performance was so mature and amazing. Everyone was curious about what kind of person this Ah Cheng was.
As everyone was eagerly waiting, Acheng finally knocked on the door of the editorial office.
Just like Tang Sanzang who entered the Spider Cave, he was instantly surrounded by numerous "goblins".
Acheng is a person who is never afraid of big occasions.
Facing many editors who were very interested in him, he handled it with ease, occasionally inserting a few jokes into the conversation, making everyone laugh.
In less than an hour, all the colleagues in the editorial department were very fond of Acheng.
I am even more convinced that novels like "The Chess King" were written by him.
"That's enough. That's enough. I'm here to get the manuscript fee. I have to go back to work later."
Lin Weimin interrupted his colleagues' enthusiastic chat and rescued Ah Cheng from the group.
Lin Weimin went to get the manuscript fee slip for Ah Cheng, handed it to him, and said jokingly: "You'd better not come to our editorial department in the future. It will directly affect our work efficiency!"
A Cheng smiled and was about to speak but stopped when his eyes fell on the number on the manuscript fee slip.
"One hundred and forty yuan!" Ah Cheng exclaimed.
The total number of words in "The Chess King" is only 14,000, and the fee is 140 yuan, which is the standard fee of 10 yuan per thousand words.
Although Acheng has never published any work in a publication, he has been in the cultural circle for several years and is naturally clear about the current standards for royalties.
Ten yuan per thousand words is the maximum standard for most publications.
Lin Weimin said: "The quality of The Chess King is very high, so the payment should be commensurate with its quality."
"Contemporary" has been gaining momentum in the past two years, and has already shown a tendency to take the leading position in the field of domestic literary publications.
If you publish a novel in such a publication, you will still get a fee of ten yuan per thousand words.
Although Acheng had helped his father publish books before, this was the first time for Acheng to actually have his work published.
Who wouldn’t be excited and happy to receive such attention?
Ah Cheng laughed heartily. It is said that a gentleman will die for his friend. He now deeply experienced this feeling.
Lin Weimin patted Ah Cheng on the shoulder and said, "If you have any manuscripts in the future, remember to send them to us."
Ah Cheng nodded, "No problem."
Just for the money, I have to send it to you!
Nowadays, there are not many publications as generous as "Contemporary"!
Lin Weimin took out a package wrapped in newspaper from the drawer of his desk and handed it to Acheng.
Ah Cheng opened the newspaper and saw several ancient books inside. He looked surprised.
"this……"
"I saw you liked these books very much at my house that day, so I gave them to you!" said Lin Weimin.
Ah Cheng's usual calm mood was broken.
We can tell that he loves books as much as his life when he traveled thousands of miles to work in the countryside carrying a large box of books.
Not to mention that the books Lin Weimin gave him were extremely rare ancient books, and their value could not be measured by money.
“This…I…”
Ah Cheng, who is always eloquent, was speechless for a moment.
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Just consider this as a celebration of your first novel being published in our Contemporary. Write well in the future and try to publish more novels. It would be best if you could publish them in a collection."
Faced with Lin Weimin's good wishes, A Cheng said nothing, but nodded heavily with a firm look in his eyes.
"Um!"
After seeing Acheng off, Lin Weimin returned to the office.
Pairs of eyes were staring at him wherever he went. Even someone as thick-skinned as Lin Weimin couldn't stand it to some extent.
"What are you doing?" he couldn't help but ask.
Liu Yin sighed, "I finally understand why you are so good at compiling manuscripts!"
"Why?" Lin Weimin asked.
Liu Yin looked at him deeply and said nothing.
He Qizhi said quietly: "Please cater to his preferences, use both kindness and force, and use both soft and hard tactics."
Yao Shuzhi added: "The most important thing is to be willing to spend money!"
The others nodded in agreement. The last sentence was very important.
Lin Weimin couldn't help but spit on them, "Vulgar! Too vulgar! Your thinking is so narrow!"
Unfortunately, his method works well for those authors, but doesn't seem to work well for his colleagues.
Everyone scoffed at his words.
Everyone envies this kid's skills, but it's really impossible to learn them!
They can lend you royalties worth hundreds or thousands of dollars at will, and they can give you rare and expensive ancient books at will.
If these people were alive in the future, they would probably spit on Lin Weimin and curse him: "Damn RMB player!"
Another day, Rong Shihui has been discharged from the hospital and is now recuperating at home. Lin Weimin takes his place to teach the students at the Institute of Literature Research.
With the communication in the previous class, the students were not unfamiliar with him. The atmosphere in the class was very harmonious, and Lin Weimin's friendly and humorous style won everyone's welcome.
After the class, Lin Weimin did not leave in a hurry, but started chatting with everyone.
Each of these students is an author who has published works or even won national awards. Many of them can be transferred to the Writers Association to become full-time writers. They are all potential contributors to Contemporary Magazine.
In Lin Weimin's eyes, these are all good crops of leeks!
It would be unjust to miss such an opportunity!
As they chatted, they started talking about the recent major events at the Institute of Cultural Research.
Two major events have been circulating in the institute recently.
One thing is that the institute will have an exam in the second half of the year. Once the students of the seventh literary editing class and the eighth literary creation class pass the exam, they will be admitted to the Chinese Department of Yenching University's Writer Class for one year of study after graduating from the Institute of Literature. They will graduate before the summer vacation of 1987 and will be awarded a four-year undergraduate degree certificate from Yenching University.
Another thing is that the Writers Association is reporting to the higher authorities to transform the Institute of Literature, the cradle of Chinese writers, into a national academy of literature.
Judging from the name, the National Academy of Literature is ten or twenty blocks more impressive than the Institute of Literature.
These two things complement each other. Rumors have been circulating since Lin Weimin and his classmates entered the Institute of Literature and Art. In order to obtain academic qualifications, the Institute even submitted a report to the Ministry through the Cultural Association, but it was not approved.
Otherwise, Teacher Lin would now have a master's degree from Yenching University.
That’s right, the Institute of Literature and Art was so bold back then that it dared to ask for a six-year master’s degree from Yan University after only three months of training.
"You guys are really lucky to have come at the right time. You can get your Yanda diploma after graduation," Lin Weimin said with emotion.
"Teacher Lin, you were not bad back then! We heard that the teachers who taught you were all masters. Didn't you become Mr. Wan's disciple when you were in the Institute of Literature?"
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "You guys have found out a lot!"
"You don't need to ask for your gossip, there are plenty of people who tell you."
Lin Weimin asked, "What did you say just now? The teachers who gave the lectures back then were all masters. Are you saying that the level of our teachers is not good enough?"
The person who took over the conversation was suddenly speechless and looked embarrassed, which made everyone laugh.
Everyone naturally knew that Lin Weimin was joking.
After everyone had finished laughing, Lin Weimin said seriously, "Our group is indeed a little special. After all, it is the first batch of students after the Institute of Literature and Art resumed its operation, so there will be some preferential treatment."
"We were not like you back then. At that time, the Institute of Literature and Art was renting a building from the Chaoyang District Committee's D School. Our classrooms were their cafeteria and our dormitories were their offices."
When Lin Weimin said this, everyone nodded.
Now that the Institute of Literature and Art has moved to Balizhuang and has its own independent school building, the conditions are definitely much better than before.
"However, no matter what the external conditions are, the most important thing is to come to the Institute of Literature to improve yourself. You all came to study at the institute because you were recommended by various journals. Everyone has published works, and some have even won national awards. Compared to most people who want to pursue a career in literature, you are already very lucky."
When Lin Weimin was speaking, the person he was thinking of was his classmate Cheng Shixu.
“I hope that everyone who comes to the Institute of Literature will not regard this experience as a qualification, but an opportunity to learn and improve.”
The students heard the hope in Lin Weimin’s words and were deeply moved.
After having enough communication with the students, Lin Weimin left the classroom because he had to attend the next class soon.
After leaving the classroom, Lin Weimin did not leave the Institute of Cultural Research immediately, but instead found the director Xu Gang.
Asked about the cooperation between the Cultural Association and Wuhan University.
"Why are you asking this?" Xu Gang asked curiously.
Lin Weimin pondered for a moment and said, "I asked this for Cheng Shixu. Director, do you still remember it?"
"I have an impression of Cheng Shixu. He is a studious young man who takes everything seriously."
"After the training, Shi Xu returned to his hometown. In the past few years..."
After listening to Lin Weimin's description of Cheng Shixu's situation in recent years, Xu Gang was filled with sadness.
"Creation is not only about talent, but also about luck. Cheng Shixu's writing skills are not a problem."
"Yes, he must have reached a bottleneck. So I thought I should take this opportunity to let him take some advanced training. Maybe it will have a miraculous effect."
Xu Gang nodded, "You are right."
He patted the armrest of the chair and said, "After all, he is a student from our Institute of Literature. Leave this matter to me!"
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Thank you very much, Director!"
"What can I thank you for?" Xu Gang looked at Lin Weimin with a sincere expression. "It's a good thing for everyone to have you in the fifth term of the Institute of Literature and Art. It seems that everyone can ask you for help when they have any problems. Last time it was Guo Yudao, and this time it's Cheng Shixu."
When Xu Gang mentioned Guo Yudao, the smile on Lin Weimin's face faded, "What a pity for Old Guo!"
"Yeah!" Xu Gang also looked regretful.
(End of this chapter)
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