Chapter 334 Don't Cut the Long View
A few days later, when Zheng Xiaolong came to discuss the script, Lin Weimin mentioned Feng Xiaogang.
He was not very familiar with Feng Xiaogang, but the reason he agreed to help was because when they were chatting before, Zheng Xiaolong mentioned that Yanzhi was short of talent.
It has just been established for two years, and apart from the film "Four Generations Under One Roof", Yanzhi has not produced any decent works. There are also few people, and when it wants to transfer some talents from other units, no one is willing to come.
Otherwise, Zheng Xiaolong, who is just in his thirties, would not have taken the lead and become the producer of "Plainclothes Policemen".
After listening to Lin Weimin's introduction of Feng Xiaogang's situation, Zheng Xiaolong said, "It's fine to let him come, but I can't guarantee you about the position. So, if he can follow through with the play "Plainclothes Police", I will talk to the leaders and give him a position."
Zheng Xiaolong must give face to Teacher Lin, but he also has to make some conditions.
Lin Weimin nodded and said with a smile: "That's as it should be. He's quite talented. You'll know once you meet him and get to know him."
Two days later, Lin Weimin called Zheng Xiaolong and Feng Xiaogang together, and the work issue was successfully resolved.
When Feng Xiaogang saw Zheng Xiaolong, he started to flatter him so much that Zheng Xiaolong opened his mouth in dismay.
Lin Weimin looked at this scene and thought to himself, no wonder you two can get along together in the future, it turns out you like this!
It is February in the Gregorian calendar, and there is still more than half a month to the Chinese New Year. Today is Friday.
In the office, Qin Chaoyang pointed at the newspaper he was reading and asked, "Weimin, take a look. Your novel was published in this publication, right?"
Qin Chaoyang suddenly said something, but Lin Weimin didn't understand what he meant. He took the newspaper and read it, then he realized what was going on.
It turned out that there was an article about tofu blocks published in today's Guangming Daily.
The title is "The launch of the monthly magazine " and the content is very brief, only about one or two hundred words.
"The monthly magazine "Hong Kong Literature", edited by the famous Hong Kong writer Liu Yichang and published by Hong Kong Literature Magazine, was officially launched on January 5 this year.
It is difficult to publish purely literary magazines in Hong Kong, and there are only a handful of them. The official launch of "Hong Kong Literature" has its own extraordinary significance, and can bring a breath of fresh air to the Hong Kong literary world. This 16-page, 100-page purely literary magazine publishes literary works, literary reviews, and literary historical research from various schools in Taiwan, Hong Kong, Macau, Southeast Asia, Europe and the United States. The magazine advocates and promotes the atmosphere of reading and creation, and is committed to communicating Chinese literary creation and criticism at home and abroad. The authors of the first issue include William Yip, Minoru Takeuchi, Zhao Lingyang, etc. "
Although the article is small, the significance it represents is extraordinary.
Guangming Daily is a national newspaper that rarely publishes news from Hong Kong. Even if it does, it only reports major political and economic events. However, it has now published a news article about the founding of a literary magazine.
No one dares to underestimate an article even if it is only the size of a piece of tofu.
Lin Weimin looked at the author's name "Lao Yi" under the title and fell into deep thought. He didn't know who this big shot was.
Qin Chaoyang exclaimed: "This magazine is extraordinary!"
Lin Weimin came back to his senses and nodded. It was indeed unusual.
As the two were talking, Tong Zhonggui came to the office and handed over a manuscript.
"Whose manuscript is it?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile. He thought it was the manuscript sent over after review.
Tong Zhonggui looked a little shy, "Teacher Lin, this is what I wrote."
"Is your manuscript the one I talked about last time?"
"yes."
Lin Weimin looked at the name on the first page of the manuscript, "The Escape in 1934".
During the creative process, Tong Zhonggui asked Lin Weimin many questions, but they were all about writing itself. The content of the novel was not revealed to Lin Weimin. He read the manuscript with great interest.
The atmosphere in the room was quiet. Qin Chaoyang was reviewing the manuscript, making comments from time to time, and his pen made a rustling sound on the paper. Lin Weimin was reading the manuscript and taking a sip of tea from time to time.
Tong Zhonggui sat next to Lin Weimin, looking a little nervous and occasionally rubbing his fingers.
After more than half an hour, Lin Weimin finally looked up and saw Tong Zhonggui's worried look. He smiled and asked, "What's the matter? Are you nervous?"
Tong Zhonggui nodded honestly.
"That's right. This should be your first novella. You must be nervous."
Tong Zhonggui looked at Lin Weimin eagerly, his eyes mixed with hope and anxiety.
"Teacher Lin, what do you think of this novel?"
Lin Weimin rolled up the manuscript and held it in his hand. He did not answer Tong Zhonggui's question, but asked, "You are also an editor now. What do you think of this manuscript?"
Tong Zhonggui didn't expect that Lin Weimin would outwit him. He was stunned for a moment, speechless for several seconds before he said, "I think... it should be pretty good, right?"
The question at the end of the conversation showed that Tong Zhonggui lacked confidence. This situation was really torturous.
Lin Weimin said earnestly: "A writer must have the ability to look beyond his works and see himself. Otherwise, it is easy to fall into the state of self-centeredness and narcissism, and his works will be appreciated by few people and he will be admired by himself."
Tong Zhonggui then understood the purpose of Lin Weimin's question.
Feeling Lin Weimin's good intentions, Tong Zhonggui said sincerely: "Teacher Lin, I will remember it."
Lin Weimin nodded slightly, and then said, "Let's talk about your novel. It's good overall, and it follows the path of avant-garde novels. It's quite innovative, the narrative technique is unique, and the overall environment is created with fantasy and mystery. The only shortcoming is that it's a little loose."
Lin Weimin stopped talking here and looked at Tong Zhonggui, "But it doesn't matter. As your first novella, your novel is already excellent enough."
When Tong Zhonggui heard this, a hint of excitement appeared on his face.
He was happy that the novel received high praise, and even happier that the praise came from Teacher Lin.
At this time, Lin Weimin turned to Qin Chaoyang and said, "Please help check it. I think Xiao Tong's novel is more than enough to be published in our Contemporary Magazine!"
Qin Chaoyang took the manuscript and said jokingly, "You seem to be strict with yourself but lenient with others! You don't send your own novels to us, but you accept all manuscripts from Xiao Tong."
Lin Weimin said with a smile: "It's a good idea to keep the money within the family! If you don't let Xiao Tong publish it here, what if he submits it to Harvest? Wouldn't that be aiding the enemy?"
After a few jokes, when Qin Chaoyang finished reading the manuscript, he smiled and said to Tong Zhonggui: "Little Tong is good, you have made great progress!"
Tong Zhonggui thanked him happily.
Lin Weimin said: "How is it? I think it's okay to publish it, right?"
"Your own apprentice should take good care of him! Xiao Tong, you really found a good master!"
Qin Chaoyang's teasing made Tong Zhonggui a little shy, but he agreed with what Qin Chaoyang said.
Although there is no such thing as a "master" within the Chinese Literature Society, in his heart, Teacher Lin is like a master.
Although the manuscript has been confirmed to be accepted, the specific publication date needs to wait for typesetting.
The only benefit of Tong Zhonggui being an internal member of the editorial department is that he can get the manuscript fee invoice in advance.
Compared with the 6 yuan per thousand words when "Memories of the Mulberry Garden" was first published, the fee this time was raised to 8 yuan per thousand words.
Not only because it was his second novel and of high quality, but also because the royalties for publications across the country have been rising in the past year.
The full text of "The Escape in 1934" is more than 28,000 words, which brought Tong Zhonggui an income of 160 yuan.
This royalty fee is equivalent to his three months salary.
When Tong Zhonggui received the thin bill for royalties, he couldn't help but think of the first time he received 30 yuan in royalties. The royalties at that time were not even a fraction of what they are now, but the excitement he felt then was far greater than it is now.
Of course he was happy when he received the payment for his manuscript, but he would never feel the excitement and joy he felt at that time again.
Now, Tong Zhonggui has bigger goals.
He wanted to be like Teacher Lin and settle down in Yenching with the money he earned from writing. It would be best if he could buy a courtyard house with its own entrance and exit.
He now lives in Housun Park Hutong, where many of his colleagues live. In addition to that place, his colleagues are also distributed in Hongxing Hutong and Dongbuzong Hutong.
Except for a few leaders, most colleagues' housing and living conditions are not satisfactory.
It would take at least ten to eight years to wait for a house to be allocated to you based on seniority. Even if you get a house, it will definitely not be a big place.
Tong Zhonggui didn't want to be like his colleagues who had to live in a pigeon-cage-sized house for decades.
The royalties became the best weapon to change his situation.
Tong Zhonggui touched the manuscript fee receipt and was one step closer to the courtyard.
As the Spring Festival Gala gets closer, Lin Weimin goes to the radio compound more and more frequently. Not only the radio compound, but also the joint rehearsal at the Workers' Stadium, he occasionally goes there.
Although I have decided not to get involved in the Spring Festival Gala, I still have to complete the work at hand.
As the number of rehearsals increased, Huang Yihe has gradually realized the disadvantages of holding the Spring Festival Gala in a large venue like the Workers' Stadium.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
Now that the matter is done and the military order has been issued, he can only go ahead with it.
In their spare time, Huang Yihe and Lin Weimin hid in a corner of the Workers' Stadium stage to smoke. Suddenly, he remembered that when the preparations for this year's Spring Festival Gala were just beginning, Lin Weimin seemed to disagree with his ideas in words and deeds.
Unfortunately, at that time, I couldn't listen at all and was only thinking about getting the big one.
Looking back now, he suddenly realized it.
"Teacher Lin, you already knew about this situation!"
Lin Weimin chuckled twice and said, "I was just imagining this."
Huang Yihe showed a bitter smile, he should have taken Teacher Lin's opinion seriously.
"Oh!" Huang Yihe sighed in vain.
Lin Weimin said: "I'll give you a piece of advice!"
"What advice?"
"Don't cut the long shot!"
Huang Yihe was stunned at first, then he couldn't help laughing.
This suggestion sounded ridiculous at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that at this point, this seemed to be all he could do.
"Okay, it doesn't cut into the long view!"
(End of this chapter)
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