Chapter 307: A Little Less
The Chinese Literature Foundation was established in 1986. In short, this organization is awesome. The following is omitted.
The reading activity that Lin Weimin participated in before traveling through time was just a very small-scale activity among the many activities planned by the foundation every year.
He remembered that the foundation initially approached the famous Hong Kong patriotic businessman, Fok Kwun Tai, to raise HK$5 million as the foundation's start-up capital.
Five million Hong Kong dollars in the 1980s was a huge sum of money in China. It was precisely because of this crucial donation that a solid foundation was laid for the establishment of the foundation.
From Zhang Qi's words, Lin Weimin knew that the first person he thought of after he came up with the idea of establishing a foundation was himself.
In today's Chinese literary world, who doesn't know that Lin Weimin is rich!
The domestic standard of royalties is already first-rate, and with a large output of works, his royalties have already crushed many of his peers.
At the same time, his works have been adapted into many TV series and dramas, which also bring in considerable income.
The most crucial thing is the overseas publication of the works. In the past two years, the news that Lin Weimin received huge royalties for the overseas publication of his works has been widely discussed in the domestic literary circles.
At first it was said to be tens of thousands of Mi Dao, then it became hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, and this year it was even more exaggerated, with an actual number of millions of Mi Dao.
There's no reason not to grab such a big fat sheep!
Lin Weimin's wealth cannot be compared with that of Huo Guantai, but if he becomes the first donor of the Chinese Literature Foundation, this title seems to be not bad.
With this great cause, when the future foundation is established, it wouldn't be too much to become a director, right?
The presidents are all at the level of the domestic nine-bag elders, so I must be considered a protector.
When you think about it this way, it’s really worth the money!
Lin Weimin laughed and said, "Okay, this name is great! It's quite generous. Just for this name, I have to donate some money!"
Zhang Qi was overjoyed when he heard this. "Oh, thank you so much! Thank you so much!"
Regardless of how much can be donated, Lin Weimin is the first writer Zhang Qi has found, and being able to raise money is already a good start.
After Lin Weimin laughed loudly, he pretended to be silent.
Zhang Qi became nervous again when he saw his face.
What does this mean? Are you still trying to change your mind?
"Since it's called the Chinese Literature Foundation, it can't be too shabby!" Lin Weimin muttered.
Zhang Qi breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he was thinking about this issue. Listening to Lin Weimin's tone, he felt a little more expectant.
"I still have fifty thousand dollars in the bank, so it's a little less."
Zhang Qi was delighted when he heard Lin Weimin's words. Fifty thousand yuan!
Not a small amount, not a small amount!
He originally thought it would be good enough to make tens of thousands of dollars.
He didn't come just for Lin Weimin. All the famous writers and literary predecessors in the country were recorded in his little notebook, and no one could escape.
A few thousand yuan per person, and hundreds of thousands of yuan for a hundred people. With this money, he can start the preparation work for the establishment of the foundation.
Then, by borrowing the names of these literary predecessors, you can...lobby some companies and businessmen, and then the foundation will be set up, right?
"Oh, Mr. Lin, thank you so much for your generosity!"
Zhang Qi held Lin Weimin's hand and shook it vigorously, almost shaking out Lin Weimin's overnight meal.
"Stop, stop, stop. Wait a moment before shaking again."
Lin Weimin pulled his hand away from Zhang Qi and said, "I mean, 50,000 yuan is a little too little. It just so happens that I got some royalties from publishing my novel in Hong Kong."
The novel was published in Hong Kong?
Zhang Qi was surprised. When did this happen? His colleagues in China hadn't heard anything about it.
"Teacher Lin's work has been published in Hong Kong? When did it happen?"
"It was just a coincidence that a senior from Hong Kong came to visit me. At the end of last year, he made a statement..."
Lin Weimin hesitated. He was busy collecting his royalties and didn't care much about the serialization in Sing Tao Evening News.
"It should be the beginning of this year." He said casually.
Zhang Qi complimented him again. In the past, he only knew that Lin Weimin's works were published in the United States, but now they are also published in Hong Kong. Isn't this aiming for an internationally renowned writer?
"What about the royalties..." Zhang Qi asked again.
It's not that he is a money-grubber, he's just used to living a hard life, and when he unexpectedly runs into Lin Weimin, a rich man, he can't help himself!
"I was thinking, why not round it up? One hundred thousand yuan is not a lot, and we can use it as the start-up capital for our Chinese Literature Foundation!"
One hundred thousand yuan? That's not a lot?
Zhang Qi criticized Teacher Lin’s decadent values in his heart.
But Zhang Qi was still so happy that he was ecstatic and incoherent, "Ha! Teacher Lin, it's too much! Too much!"
"Not much, not much. Our foundation is named after the country, so it can't be too shabby."
Lin Weimin said "our foundation" twice, which suddenly touched Zhang Qi's heart.
Teacher Lin is a really good person!
He really treats the foundation's affairs as his own.
He shook Lin Weimin's hand again, "Thank you, thank you!"
"Please don't be polite. I have done my best." Lin Weimin interrupted Zhang Qi's thanks and changed the subject, asking, "With my money, what are you going to do next?"
"I plan to visit all the literary predecessors and great writers in the country and raise as much donations as possible. Then I will organize some activities to expand the scale of fundraising."
Teacher Lin is the first donor of the foundation after all. The establishment of future foundations must include Teacher Lin's name, which means he is one of us. Zhang Qi did not hide anything and put all his thoughts forward.
Lin Weimin was shocked after hearing Zhang Qi's idea.
No, you can look for other domestic writers. There are so many senior masters. Wouldn’t it seem unimportant for me, the originator?
This won't work.
"Teacher Zhang, I have to say something to you. To do big things, you have to have a big picture!"
Zhang Qi didn't understand why Lin Weimin's temperament suddenly changed. How could one describe this temperament? It made people want to stand up and applaud.
"Just looking at the pockets of these writers in China, they all have to work hard to make money, how much money can we have?"
"You have to look outward, look far ahead!"
Zhang Qi followed the direction of the finger. This... is too high? I can't reach it.
Zhang Qi felt that he was bold enough to want to set up this foundation, but he didn't expect that Teacher Lin was even bolder, so daring.
"Teacher Lin, we can't reach that part of the sea!"
"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! This is all misunderstanding!" Lin Weimin waved his hands. "I didn't mean in the sea, I meant overseas."
"overseas?"
Lin Weimin reminded: "Hong Kong!"
"Hong Kong?" Zhang Qi pondered.
"It's not just Hong Kong, it also includes Macao. There are many patriotic businessmen who are pro-China. If we work hard, it shouldn't be a problem to raise the funds needed by the foundation."
Zhang Qi said, "Teacher Lin, I have also considered the method you mentioned. I am afraid that we need the help of comrades from relevant departments to make connections!"
Lin Weimin nodded and said, "It is definitely necessary for comrades from relevant departments to come forward to help, but I think this is the safest way. After all, none of our domestic writers are wealthy. Even if they donate more, how much can they donate? It's just a drop in the bucket! Only businessmen in Hong Kong have enough strength to support this foundation."
Zhang Qi thought about it and felt that what Lin Weimin said made sense. His previous thinking was too simple.
Lin Weimin is the only writer in China who is as wealthy as Shen Yanbing. Among the other writers, even the Yanbing Literature Award, which was established in accordance with Shen Yanbing's will using his royalties, only donated 250,000 yuan in royalties, which is Mr. Shen Yanbing's life savings!
Compared to these domestic works, the wealthy businessmen in Hong Kong have much more money. As long as they can convince one or two people...
Zhang Qi's confidence strengthened when he thought of this. This foundation must be established. Not to mention anything else, even if it was just for the sake of Teacher Lin's financial support and advice, he had to do this well.
With Lin Weimin's advice, Zhang Qi changed his mind and decided to continue on the path of fleecing the sheep and cheating the rich.
The two chatted for a while, discussing the details of how to successfully run the foundation. Zhang Qi immediately regarded Lin Weimin as a close friend.
"Teacher Lin, the establishment of our foundation cannot be separated from you!"
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "At most I can give you some advice and some money, but I'm afraid you'll have to do the rest on your own."
What he wants is the reputation of the foundation, but he doesn't want to go through the trouble of setting up and running the foundation.
He knew that before traveling through time, Zhang Qi had to travel to Hong Kong more than a dozen times in order to get Huo Guantai to donate money before he got the other party to agree to donate 5 million Hong Kong dollars.
Fundraising is really not something that humans should do.
After talking so much with Zhang Qi, Teacher Lin's ambition gradually expanded.
Since he contributes money and offers advice, it wouldn't be too much to make him vice president, right?
While the two were talking, Lin Weimin heard someone calling his name in the corridor. He apologized and looked out. It was He Qizhi.
"Mo Yan came to the office and said he had something to talk to you about. It sounded urgent."
Zhang Qi said: "Teacher Lin, go ahead and do your work. I'll wait for you for a while."
Lin Weimin followed He Qizhi back to the second floor and saw Mo Yan, who looked anxious and helpless.
"Teacher Lin, I have something I want to ask you for help!"
"Don't be anxious, tell me slowly, what's the matter?" Lin Weimin soothed.
It turned out that a few days ago, Mo Yan heard the news that the Literature Department of the PLA Academy of Art had resumed enrollment. This time, the resumption of enrollment in the Literature Department of the PLA Academy of Art was not a unified enrollment. The targets of enrollment were young military cadres who had published works in nationally published publications. The course lasted two years, and a college diploma would be awarded after graduation.
He took a special leave and went to Yanjing to register for the exam, but was told that the registration had ended. Mo Yan was immediately panicked and didn't know what to do.
He didn't know anyone in Yanjing, so the first person he thought of in this situation was Lin Weimin.
"Teacher Lin, can you help me think of a solution?" Mo Yan's eyes were pleading.
Going to college is an obsession for him. Even though he has made some achievements in literary creation and the development of the army has improved, he still can't let go of the idea of going to college.
Lin Weimin watched Mo Yan take out the "Lian Chi" and "Contemporary" magazines he had prepared from his bag. These were all prepared by him for the registration for the Military Art Academy.
In front was Cheng Shixu, and behind was Mo Yan. Recently, I have been dealing with the issue of going to school!
After all, Mo Yan was a writer brought up by himself, so Lin Weimin would definitely help him if he could. But regarding the matter of enrolling for the Military Art Academy, Lin Weimin thought about it and felt that he couldn't seem to be of much help!
"Military Art!"
Lin Weimin asked his colleagues, "Does anyone know anyone from the PLA Art Academy?"
Everyone shook their heads, and He Qizhi said, "Ask Lao Meng and Lao Tan."
Lin Weimin went to the two people's office to ask, and found out that Lao Meng did know the former dean of the PLA Art Academy, but that was more than ten years ago, and the person is no longer alive.
Lin Weimin stood there in deep thought for a long time, and suddenly remembered that there was a Zhang Qi upstairs.
He is now in charge of the routine work of national literature, so maybe he can be of some help.
"Wait a minute, I'll ask someone for you."
Lin Weimin said something to Mo Yan, then turned back upstairs to find Zhang Qi.
"Teacher Zhang, I have something I want to ask you."
"What's up?"
"Do you know anyone from the Military Art Academy's Literature Department?"
Zhang Qi asked, "Who? Xu Huaizhong?"
Lin Weimin showed excitement on his face, "Do you know him?"
"I know him! Isn't Xu Huaizhong the dean of the literature department? Their literature department has been reopened, and our Literature Association has helped them!"
Lin Weimin clapped his hands, "That's great!"
He told Zhang Qi about Mo Yan's situation and showed Zhang Qi the articles that Mo Yan had published.
"Well, he's a good candidate!" Zhang Qi had read the novel, and his eyes flashed with admiration. "Then I'll help him make the contact."
Lin Weimin said happily: "Great, that's great!"
Just now he was afraid that the plan would not work out, so he did not let Zhang Qi and Mo Yan meet. Now that they have agreed to help, the matter is basically certain.
Lin Weimin took Zhang Qi downstairs and introduced him to Mo Yan, "You have to thank Teacher Zhang very much!"
Mo Yan excitedly bowed to Zhang Qi repeatedly, "Thank you, Teacher Zhang!"
"Don't be like this, don't be like this, I'm just trying to help."
Zhang Qi held Mo Yan and looked at the time again, "This matter should be dealt with sooner rather than later. I think I should take you to the Military Art Academy directly."
"Okay, so we don't have to worry too much." Lin Weimin said.
(End of this chapter)
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