Chapter 333 True Big Dipper
What makes Lin Weimin different from many people is that he achieved results when he was young enough, which most writers will never be able to achieve in their lifetime.
As long as he is willing, opportunities to go abroad for inspection, study and exchange are readily available.
Even if he had to go abroad at his own expense, Lin Weimin could afford it.
So, why should he get involved in this mess?
After hearing what he said, Mr. Wan couldn't help but scold him: "I really don't know where your arrogance comes from. It's obviously a good thing."
Lin Weimin joked: "American imperialism is determined to destroy us, so we must always be vigilant!"
Mr. Wan smiled at his jokes.
After coming out of Mr. Wan's house and walking to the front of the building, Lin Weimin thought of Feng Xiaogang who was shivering from the cold just now.
He exhaled a breath of white air. In such cold weather, he ran here and squatted. Apart from anything else, this kind of perseverance alone was something that not everyone could match. Just consider it as a good relationship.
The next morning, before Lin Weimin entered the compound of the National Literature Society, he saw Feng Xiaogang standing at the gate and waving to him.
"You're here early." Lin Weimin said with a smile after getting out of the car.
"I know you're busy, and I'm afraid to waste your time, so I came here early."
Feng Xiaogang followed Lin Weimin into the back building.
When they arrived at the office, Lin Weimin poured him a cup of tea. Since Lao Tan hadn't come over yet, Lin Weimin didn't say much and went straight to the point: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"
Feng Xiaogang looked a little embarrassed, "I'm really embarrassed to talk about this..."
"Then don't say it!"
Lin Weimin's words made Feng Xiaogang's face freeze. Seeing the relaxed smile on his face, Feng Xiaogang realized that he was joking.
"You, stop talking nonsense. Just say what you want to say. There's no point in beating around the bush."
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Feng Xiaogang's face. Teacher Lin saw through his little thoughts very well, but he kept them hidden and made a fool of himself.
"I want you to help me find a job."
Feng Xiaogang finally spoke out his true feelings and looked at Lin Weimin with some trepidation in his eyes.
"Help you find a job? You haven't found one yet?" Lin Weimin asked.
"No. I have a job, in an urban construction company. But they assigned me to the trade union, and I don't like it. It has nothing to do with my major, and there isn't much development prospect for it." Feng Xiaogang thought that since he had already talked about it, he might as well stop pretending and just say whatever he wanted to say. He also saw that Teacher Lin was an open-minded person, so he might as well be straightforward.
"I'm almost 30 now, and I don't want to just live a life of idleness and wait for death. I work in the army as an art designer, which at least has something to do with art.
Among the people I know, you are the only great writer in the literary world. From the first time we met that day, I saw that you were a kind person, so I dared to run to Mr. Wan's door to wait for you, just thinking of chatting with you and seeing if I could find a way to change my job. "
Feng Xiaogang spoke out his true feelings without hesitation, and except for the suspicion of flattery, he spoke from the bottom of his heart.
After listening to him, Lin Weimin frowned.
Feng Xiaogang carefully observed his expression, feeling uneasy.
"How do you know I can definitely do something as big as changing jobs?"
Facing Lin Weimin's question, Feng Xiaogang's mind raced, "I don't know if you can do it. But my family is just an ordinary family, and we don't have any relatives around us, so I can only place my hope on you."
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Now that you say that, I feel a little stressed!"
Feng Xiaogang hurriedly said, "Teacher Lin, please don't misunderstand me. I'm not relying on you. I just really have no other options."
As he spoke, he took out a few rolled-up paintings from his bag and said, "These are my daily exercises. You can take a look. I really love literary work."
Lin Weimin took Feng Xiaogang's painting and took a look at it.
He knew nothing about painting, but he had thousands of famous paintings and calligraphy at home, and he could tell the general level of the subject by occasionally glancing at them.
Feng Xiaogang's level is certainly not as good as that of a professional painter, but to be an artist for a film studio, he is more than qualified.
Lin Weimin put the painting aside and said to Feng Xiaogang, "It's a good painting. Is this your specialty?"
Feng Xiaogang nodded.
"So, you're planning to go into a film studio or a TV station?"
"People's Art Theatre is fine too!"
Lin Weimin laughed in silence, "You have already found out everything!"
"Who in Yanjing doesn't know about your glorious deeds?"
After being praised by Feng Xiaogang again, Lin Weimin sighed in his heart, Ku Zi is a talented person!
"To enter the People's Art Theatre, you have to start as a student. Can you do it?"
When Feng Xiaogang heard this, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and after a moment he said, "Yes!"
Lin Weimin smiled and shook his head, "That will have to happen when we have time to recruit people."
Feng Xiaogang felt disappointed when he heard this.
"Let's be honest. I can help you find a job, but not much. I don't own this company, so I can just hire someone if I want. But..."
When Lin Weimin said this, Feng Xiaogang's eyes lit up again.
"But right now I have two opportunities. One is my play, The Whistleblower, which CCTV is preparing to make into a TV series. The other is that a novel by one of my authors was picked up by the Yanjing Television Studio and is also being adapted into a TV series, and I've added my name as the screenwriter.
I can introduce you to be an artist, but you can only be a temporary worker. If you want to be a regular employee, you have to let people see your ability.”
Feng Xiaogang was ecstatic. Although he had known that it would not be difficult for Teacher Lin to arrange a job for him, he had never expected that he could choose one of the two when asked to help him find a job.
CCTV and Yanzhi are both good units. The most important thing is that they are in line with his major.
Feng Xiaogang suppressed his inner excitement and said, "I'll listen to you. I'll go to whichever place you tell me to go to."
“It doesn’t matter if you’re a temporary worker?”
"What are you talking about? This is such a good job. You're hiring me as a temporary worker only out of your favor!" Feng Xiaogang said.
Lin Weimin nodded slightly. "Logically speaking, CCTV is a big name, so if you want to go, you should definitely go to CCTV, but my suggestion is to go to Yanjing Television Studio."
Lin Weimin then gave Feng Xiaogang an analysis, "CCTV is a big name, and it sounds good to work there. But they have too many talented people, and if you are an artist who has just started your career, you may not be able to make it there. Even if you have the ability, you still have to rely on seniority to be promoted.
The Yanjing Television Studio is different. It was just established two years ago and is in need of talent. The comrade in charge of the production of "Plain Clothes Police" is Zheng Xiaolong, who is not much older than you. This time he can already take charge of the "Plain Clothes Police" on his own.
If you can show your ability after entering the Yan system, it will definitely be easier to make progress than in CCTV..."
Feng Xiaogang listened to Lin Weimin's analysis with gratitude in his heart.
He and Teacher Lin were just casual acquaintances and had no connections with them. He just went to Teacher Lin's house out of the blue to ask for help in finding a job, and he was already very surprised that the teacher agreed to do so.
Who could have expected that Teacher Lin had even thought about his future path.
Although Feng Xiaogang is ruthless in flattery, he is also a man of character.
Before Lin Weimin finished speaking, his eyes were red.
"What's going on?" Lin Weimin asked in surprise.
Feng Xiaogang choked up and said, "Teacher Lin, you are so kind to me. Even my own parents are not as kind to me as you are."
His disgusting flattery gave Lin Weimin goose bumps all over his body.
I couldn't help but complain in my heart, why don't you kneel down and acknowledge him as your godfather?
"Not really, not really. It's just a job. Whether you can do it for a long time depends on your own efforts!"
Feng Xiaogang looked solemn and said firmly: "Teacher Lin, don't worry, I will never embarrass you!"
"That's enough." Lin Weimin patted his shoulder, "Just your words are enough."
The two of them talked for a while when Qin Chaoyang just came into the office.
Lin Weimin said, "Okay, let's do this for now. Wait for my news later."
"good."
Lin Weimin escorted Feng Xiaogang out of the office. He expressed his gratitude and when he reached the stairs and saw that there was no one around, he took out a small wooden box from his arms.
"What are you doing?" Lin Weimin frowned.
Seeing his surprised expression, Feng Xiaogang hurriedly explained: "Teacher Lin, please don't misunderstand. I know you are a great writer and you are not short of money. But I have received such a big favor from you, and I would feel bad if I didn't express my gratitude. This thing is not worth much, and it can be considered an elegant item..."
Lin Weimin pushed the things back and asked, "Is this the reason I helped you?"
"I know your character. You have to understand me. I did this not for you, but to make myself feel better. Just think of it as helping me again."
Feng Xiaogang's eyes were full of sincerity and his expression was genuine, and he refused to take back the hand holding the small wooden box.
Lin Weimin took the box reluctantly, opened it and took a look. It was a snuff bottle, and the texture looked like jade.
“This thing isn’t cheap, is it?”
Feng Xiaogang saw him collect the things and smiled, "It's not much money!"
Lin Weimin shook his head. This thing might not cost much to Lin Weimin, but it was definitely not cheap to Feng Xiaogang.
"How much is it?"
Feng Xiaogang saw that his tone was not good, so he told the truth: "Three hundred yuan!"
In order to buy this snuff bottle, Feng Xiaogang almost emptied his savings.
Mr. Lin's reputation for love of collecting is no longer a secret in Yenching. His most famous feat is his sweeping of all the major art shops in Yenching.
Feng Xiaogang originally planned to buy a painting to give away, but he found out after visiting art shops.
I don’t know if it’s because of Mr. Lin’s frequent purchases, but there are not many paintings by famous artists available on the market now.
Even if there are some art shops, the prices are more expensive than before and are beyond his affordability.
If you buy a work from a less famous painter, it would seem like you are not sincere.
Besides, Teacher Lin has so many paintings at home, and if I give him a painting by a famous artist, people may not pay much attention to it.
After much thought, he decided to take a different approach and asked someone to buy this jade snuff bottle.
There are fewer fake antiques these days, but they are not cheap. If the money used to buy this jade snuff bottle was used to buy a house, it could buy one and a half rooms in the compound.
If the house is demolished in the future, you can at least make a few million.
Feng Xiaogang certainly didn't know that demolition was equivalent to a second reincarnation, but he had the concept of giving away one and a half houses, which shows his sincerity.
Although he felt sad, he felt it was worth it.
Lin Weimin put the box in his pocket and took out his wallet in front of Feng Xiaogang.
"Teacher Lin, what are you doing? Aren't you slapping me in the face?" Feng Xiaogang quickly stopped Lin Weimin from counting the money.
Lin Weimin said, "You've already bought it. If I don't accept it, you can't return it, and the money will be wasted. So, I might as well buy it!"
"You..." Feng Xiaogang sighed, tears of gratitude in his heart.
Lin Weimin stuffed the money into his hand and said, "Okay, that's it. Wait for my news later!"
Feng Xiaogang walked out of the door of the Guowen Publishing House and touched the money in his pocket. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.
Turning his head to look at the towering National Literature Society building, he suddenly remembered the compliment he said to Lin Weimin when he first met him.
But now, he really wanted to say something from the bottom of his heart.
Teacher Lin, you are my North Star!
(End of this chapter)
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