Chapter 308: The Grace of Rebirth
The Military Art Academy is located in Weigong Village in the northwest corner of Yanjing City, quite a distance away from Chaonei Street where the National Literature Society is located.
Weigongcun is still a suburb at this time. It is very desolate along the way, and the school is surrounded by wheat fields.
A few people entered the school and found the office of the Department of Literature. There was only an officer named Liu in the office. He was tidying up his aluminum lunch box and looked like he had just finished his meal.
Mo Yan met him when he came to register in the morning.
"Comrade, it's you again?" Secretary Liu immediately recognized Mo Yan.
Mo Yan nodded and said nothing.
Secretary Liu saw that he came this time with two people following him and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Zhang Qi took the initiative to speak: "Comrade, let's go find Director Xu Huaizhong."
"Looking for Director Xu?" Officer Liu glanced at Mo Yan and realized that this person was probably calling for reinforcements and wanted to go through the back door. "What do you want to see Director Xu for?"
Zhang Qi took out his work ID and said, "It's like this. My name is Zhang Qi, and I'm from the National Federation of Literary and Art Circles..."
After listening to Zhang Qi's self-introduction, Secretary Liu's attitude changed visibly and he enthusiastically brought chairs to several people.
"Please sit down and wait for a while. I will call you when Director Xu comes back."
Lin Weimin and Mo Yan looked at each other and laughed.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, Officer Liu heard some noise in the corridor, opened the door, turned around and said to them, "Director Xu is back!"
Lin Weimin looked at Zhang Qi, who stood up and walked out of the office. A short and fat old man with gray hair came towards him.
Zhang Qi walked up to Xu Huaizhong and greeted him, took the initiative to explain the purpose of his visit today, and introduced Lin Weimin and Mo Yan to him.
Lin Weimin said: "Director Xu, I'm sorry to cause you trouble."
At this moment, he was like a parent taking his child through the back door. Mo Yan looked at his back, his heart filled with emotion.
Xu Huaizhong brought a few people to the office, briefly learned about Mo Yan's situation, and then opened the magazines that Mo Yan brought with his own works.
After a long time, Xu Huaizhong raised his head.
"We at the Military Art Academy almost missed out on a talented person!"
Hearing Xu Huaizhong's words, Mo Yan's heart was filled with joy, and his small eyes as big as green beans were full of hope.
The PLA Academy of Art's recruitment this time is open to young officers from across the country. Mo Yan has published several articles in "Lian Chi" and two novellas in top national literary journals such as "Contemporary". In terms of qualifications alone, even if he is placed among all the registered candidates across the country, few can compare to him.
Of course, what Xu Huaizhong appreciates more is the creative talent and ability shown by Mo Yan in his works.
After reading the manuscript, Xu Huaizhong immediately agreed to Mo Yan's registration.
A few people ran back to Secretary Liu's office, completed the registration procedures, and got their admission tickets.
Looking at the thin admission ticket in his hand, Mo Yan was so excited that he bowed deeply to the people present.
Xu Huaizhong smiled and said, "Don't be happy too soon. The exam will be on July 1st, and there is still half a month before the exam. Your work score will definitely be fine, but if you can't pass the cultural exam, you still can't enter the military art school. Then I won't be able to help you."
After hearing Xu Huaizhong's reminder, Mo Yan's face became serious.
He doesn't have much time left!
"Director Xu, thank you so much!" said Lin Weimin.
Xu Huaizhong waved his hand. "Comrade Mo Yan's ability to publish his work in your Contemporary magazine is enough to prove his talent in creation. If he misses the exam this time because he didn't register in time, it would be a loss for our Military Art Academy."
After some thanks, Lin Weimin and his companions left the military art school.
He looked at his watch and it was already past two in the afternoon.
In order to rush to the military art academy, they didn't even have time to eat lunch. Back in the city, Lin Weimin found a restaurant to treat Zhang Qi to a meal. Mo Yan insisted on paying, but he stopped him.
After ordering the dishes, several people ate and chatted, mainly Lin Weimin and Zhang Qi.
Mo Yan felt a little dizzy as he listened to the conversation between the two.
To which foundation does Teacher Lin want to donate 100,000 yuan?
This number echoed in Mo Yan's mind, and even the joy of successfully registering just now was washed away.
My current salary is about 60 yuan a month, which is 720 yuan a year, 7,200 yuan in ten years, and 72,000 yuan in a hundred years.
The donation that Teacher Lin casually mentioned is actually more than my entire life income?
After Mo Yan finished settling the accounts, he began to feel a little dazed.
Even after dinner, he didn't react when Lin Weimin asked him to leave.
After coming out of the hotel, Mo Yan expressed his gratitude to Lin Weimin again.
Two years ago, Teacher Lin found him when he was still penniless in the army and gave him hands-on guidance, which enabled him to have two of his works published in "Contemporary". He achieved a leap in his life and became a well-known author.
Today, it was still Teacher Lin who helped him with going to college.
Although Teacher Lin told him not to take it to heart, Mo Yan still felt that Teacher Lin was not only a mentor but also a creator.
Mo Yan left with a grateful heart.
Lin Weimin’s donation has been confirmed, a full 100,000 yuan.
Zhang Qi planned to hold a donation ceremony when he returned, and invite several heavyweight media to interview him and publicize the matter. This was what he and Lin Weimin had discussed.
According to Lin Weimin's personality, he would definitely be as low-key as possible when making donations, for fear of showing off his wealth and being noticed by others.
But after going through the "Lover" controversy from the end of last year to the beginning of this year, Lin Weimin finally understood that sometimes you really can't just keep a low profile.
A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.
Only when you are strong enough and have the ability to withstand risks, and make the other party have concerns, will they not act recklessly.
Donate to the foundation prepared by Zhang Qi, and don’t say what will happen after it is established.
The immediate effect is the attitude of the Cultural Association.
Lin Weimin had been a member of the National Federation of Literary and Art Circles as early as his time at the Institute of Literature and Art Research. However, due to the impression he had before he traveled through time, he did not have a good impression of the Federation, so he never went to any activities held by the Federation. When they wanted to hold a seminar or symposium on his works, he would not even show up.
Therefore, even though he is now considered the most influential young writer in the country, his presence in the Writers Association is still very low.
Now that we have this donation, if there is any negative news about Lin Weimin in the domestic literary world in the future, you, the Writers Association, will not sit idly by like you did last time, right?
Lin Weimin's original intention of not mixing in circles has not changed, but he believes that it is necessary to spend the money, not in order to gain a certain status in the Writers Association, but precisely to break away from the constraints of the Writers Association to some extent and establish an image of being detached from the world.
Becoming a financial sponsor is the first step in building this kind of image.
With this donation, when the foundation is established, even if he never donates again in the future, he will be a guest of honor of the Literary Association and will be respected.
This is the benefit of taking the lead!
Anyway, it's no secret that he's rich, so he might as well donate openly and gain a good reputation.
In 1984, Lin Weimin donated 100,000 yuan, which was a record.
I can’t say about other fields, but at least in the domestic literary world, there is no precedent.
The time when Mr. Shen Yanbing donated money does not count, as he donated the money to establish the Yanbing Literature Award.
A week later, Lin Weimin was at No. 2 Shatan North Street, the headquarters of the National Federation of Literary and Art Circles.
The earliest office location of the National Federation of Literary and Art Circles was at No. 22 Dongzongbu Hutong, a three-courtyard compound that combined Chinese and Western styles. Later, various literary and art associations were established one after another. As the area of Dongzongbu Hutong was insufficient, the associations had to have their offices dispersed externally. Among them, a three-story building among the six buildings at No. 5 Dongsi Toutiao was reserved for use by various associations of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.
In the early 1950s, the city of Yanjing was undergoing massive construction. The Cultural Association building was built at No. 64 Wangfu Street, and the Cultural Association moved in in 1957.
The Cultural Association ceased its activities in 1969 and resumed them in 1978. The office of the Cultural Association was moved to No. 2 Shatan North Street.
This is also the office location of the Red Flag magazine. After the Cultural Association moved in, they built several rows of wooden houses as temporary offices.
Lin Weimin was slightly surprised when he first came in.
Isn’t this a bit too shabby?
Zhang Qi came out to greet Lin Weimin and enthusiastically pulled him into one of the wooden houses. As soon as they entered, they saw a room full of people, making the already small room seem even more crowded.
"this……"
Everyone looked at Lin Weimin with smiles on their faces. Zhang Qi took Lin Weimin and introduced them to him one by one.
"No need to introduce this person, you must know him, Mr. Zhang Guangnian." This was the former editor-in-chief of People's Literature, and Wang Meng took over from him.
"This is Secretary Bao Chang, this is Secretary General Yang Zhimin..."
Lin Weimin got to know a group of people and felt like he was going home to see his relatives during the Chinese New Year. After he introduced them, he didn't recognize any of them except those he had known before.
Zhang Qi said, "Today, except for Mr. Ba who is far away in Shanghai, all the comrades from the Cultural Association are here to witness your donation ceremony."
Lin Weimin said helplessly: "Teacher Zhang, aren't you making this too grand?"
Zhang Guangnian smiled and said, "There are even more grand ones..."
As he spoke, he pulled over a few unfamiliar faces that Zhang Qi had not introduced earlier, "These two are reporters from the People's Daily, and these two are our comrades from the Literature and Art Newspaper. You will have to be interviewed later!"
After Zhang Guangnian finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.
After the joke, the crowded but informal donation ceremony officially began.
Amid the surprised gazes of the crowd, Lin Weimin opened the briefcase he was carrying and shook out the contents inside as if he was taking out trash.
Stacks of neatly wrapped banknotes fell one after another, banging on the desk of the Literary Association and in the hearts of everyone present.
The visual impact of cash far exceeds people's expectations.
In later generations, when many real estate companies negotiated with ordinary people about demolition, the most common thing they did, besides violence, was to show cash.
When you open a torn bag, you will see dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of stacks of red banknotes in front of you. The smell of money will instantly crush the backbone of a family.
Today, Lin Weimin acted as a notorious real estate developer, using his copper-smelling money to bring disaster to the most cultural place in the country.
"Teacher Zhang, what is our process?"
Seeing a group of people looking at the mountain of money on the table without any reaction, Lin Weimin took the initiative to speak.
Zhang Qi finally reacted and said, "Look around me, come on, stand still, stand still!"
In fact, the donation ceremony was very simple. They just posed for a photo, and then everyone thanked Lin Weimin.
The most important thing is the interviews with the two media outlets.
The People's Daily represents the national media and was invited by the Writers Association.
One is the Literary Gazette, which represents the Writers Association’s own voice channel.
The combined influence of the two media is enough to cover most urban and rural areas in the country.
The Writers Association not only needs to publicize Lin Weimin's donation, but also needs to do a good job of publicity for the Chinese Literature Foundation that they are planning to establish.
The donation ceremony, which was like the moon being surrounded by stars, ended. Lin Weimin sat by the window in the wooden house of the Cultural Association and accepted interviews from two reporters.
(End of this chapter)
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