Chapter 404: The poem is good, please write a novel
Facing Xie Mingqing's confusion, Lin Weimin remained calm and asked, "Is it not possible to write it this way?"
Xie Mingqing shook his head. "It's not that it's impossible. It's just... you know, the current atmosphere among the people..."
The old comrade hesitated to speak, looking embarrassed.
Lin Weimin looked very relaxed. He put the teacup on the table and said, "It is precisely because of the current public opinion environment that I have to write more."
"The current public opinion is wrong. Western countries are not paradise."
Hearing what he said, Comrade Xie frowned even deeper, "You are being hard on yourself!"
Lin Weimin said impatiently: "Stop dithering, can you please send it?"
Xie Mingqing looked at him helplessly, "Yes! Why not? Who dares not to publish your editor-in-chief Lin's latest masterpiece?"
"The old comrade doesn't have much courage and says a lot of weird things!" Lin Weimin said sarcastically.
"Yeah, what courage do you have, old comrade? It's just consumables. I'll be seconded out tomorrow so I don't get in your way!"
Xie Mingqing responded without giving in, which choked Lin Weimin.
I don't know which thief spread the news, but the fact that Lao Niu was seconded to the editorial department of "China" was not kept secret. Now all literary societies in the country know that it was him who instigated it.
Lin Weimin imagined the scene of Lao Niu returning to the Guowen Society one day.
Convex!
"The Old Count of Monte Cristo"!
No, "The Revenge of the Old Prince"!
This matter has nothing to do with me. It was all done by Cheng Zaochun, the guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes. I'm just a small editor-in-chief. How can I decide such a big thing?
Not long after Xie Mingqing left, Liu Xinwu came again.
Wang Meng was promoted from his position at People's Literature, and Liu Xinwu succeeded him as editor-in-chief.
He came mainly to communicate with Lin Weimin about the publication of "Burning".
"There will definitely be no problem publishing "Burning" in our "People's Literature". But you have to think carefully, because you will definitely be criticized after this novel is published." Liu Xinwu reminded.
Lin Weimin smiled easily and said, "If I was afraid of being scolded, I would not have written this novel."
Seeing that Lin Weimin was determined to do so, Liu Xinwu stopped persuading him and immediately decided to publish "Burning" in the September issue of "People's Literature".
After Liu Xinwu left, Ma Dudu came to the Chinese Literature Society that afternoon.
The phrase "joyful" cannot be used to describe Ma Dudu. This boy has half an eyebrow, and you can't see any joy. He does look a bit wretched, but the general idea is correct.
"What good news is this?" Lin Weimin asked.
Ma Dudu took out a set of books from her bag and pulled out a book from it. "Our publishing house has published a national series of young writers' literature, and there is a collection of my short stories in it."
When Ma Dudu spoke, the corners of his mouth were always raised.
At this time, even though he had witnessed Mr. Lin’s extravagant and inhumane collecting style, Ma Dudu was still the young man who loved literature.
Lin Weimin took the collection of novels and said with a smile, "You've published a book? Congratulations!"
Ma Dudu's smile became a little shy. Talking about books in front of Teacher Lin seemed a bit like showing off one's knowledge in front of an expert.
But he was really happy!
This is the first book in his life.
Lin Weimin flipped through Ma Dudu's collection of novels. It was not very thick, just over a hundred pages, with nine short stories in the table of contents.
The two chatted for a long time about the collection of novels.
Finally, Ma Dudu said, "This is the first time my work has been published, and I don't know how it will turn out. Please read it when you have time, and I'd love to trouble you to give me some advice."
"It's not really about giving me advice, but we can have a discussion when we have time."
Dudu is also a good young man with literary ideals!
Ma Dudu smiled, thanked Lin Weimin and prepared to leave.
"Hey, books!"
Lin Weimin pointed to the remaining books on the table and said.
"It's not reasonable for me to give you just one book out of a set of books." Ma Dudu said with a smile and left the editorial office.
Lin Weimin stood up and picked up the stack of books, intending to put them in the filing cabinet first and look at them when he had time. Suddenly, he saw a familiar name among the spines of the books.
Lin Weimin couldn't help but pull out the book from a pile of books. After taking a closer look, he found that it was actually a collection of poems.
Has this person written poetry?
After reading a few poems, I was surprised to find that they were well written.
Talented people are talented no matter what they write!
Lin Weimin sighed in his heart, then came to the editorial department and put the poetry collection he had just taken out on Tong Zhonggui's desk.
Tong Zhonggui was reviewing the manuscript. He raised his head and looked at Lin Weimin.
"This author writes good poems. Let's see if we can contact him and ask him to write an article for us!" Lin Weimin instructed.
Tong Zhonggui was stunned for a moment, "Teacher Lin, are we going to revise the version again?"
"What version?"
Tong Zhonggui clearly heard Teacher Lin say that he wanted to commission an article from the poet.
"I want you to discuss a few novel manuscripts with this author!" Lin Weimin understood what he meant and emphasized.
Tong Zhonggui didn't react for a moment, and nodded in confusion, "Oh, okay!"
After Lin Weimin left, he finally came to his senses.
Are you good at writing poetry? Can you please write some novels?
Is this human language?
Tong Zhonggui looked at the collection of poems on the table with a confused look on his face.
The CPU almost burned out!
"Our editor-in-chief Lin, what's going on here?" Yao Shuzhi asked.
Tong Zhonggui looked at Yao Shuzhi blankly and said, "I don't know!"
Yao Shuzhi comforted him, "It's okay, Xiao Tong, don't take it to heart, he is just like that, he does whatever he wants."
Liu Yin is also one of those who speak ill of leaders behind their backs. "Our editor-in-chief Lin is really amazing. He came to Xiao Tong with a collection of poems and asked him to write for him, not caring whether he can write novels or not."
Tong Zhonggui deeply agreed with the remarks made by the two elder sisters.
At this time, He Qizhi said: "Weimin never jokes about collecting manuscripts. He never misses the people he likes!"
His words made Tong Zhonggui give up what he was about to say.
Teacher He is right!
Tong Zhonggui has been working at Contemporary Magazine for two years, and his ears are almost callused from hearing about the magical manuscript collection experiences when Lin Weimin was the editor-in-chief.
Ma Yuan, who was looking for trouble, picked up Er Yuehe at the entrance of CCTV and Hai Yan in front of the Guowen Society...
Any author or work that Teacher Lin is optimistic about rarely has any mistakes. After publication, they are always extremely popular and have a strong influence.
Even though "The Ordinary World", which is now being criticized overwhelmingly by critics, has been selling well for more than two months since its release, and its influence is catching up with that of "Life".
All these thoughts flashed through Tong Zhonggui's mind, and he couldn't help but pick up the collection of poems on the table.
Tong Zhonggui studied Chinese at Yenching Normal University. In Yenching University, nine out of ten literature enthusiasts wrote poetry, and the remaining one wrote novels.
He had been writing poetry before and had published two of them, but later he turned to writing novels.
There seems to be no threshold to modern poetry, and anyone can write a few words.
But often, things with no threshold have the highest threshold.
Since there is no threshold, there is no comparison of hard work, accumulation, or learning.
Compare what?
Just two words: talent!
After reading several poems in the collection, he had only one feeling.
Damn, it seems you write better than me!
Sorry, that was crude.
It should be poetic, unrestrained, full of vitality and otherworldly.
Putting down the collection of poems, Tong Zhonggui began to think seriously.
This guy is such a good poet, if he were to write a novel, he wouldn't be too bad either.
Tong Zhonggui couldn't help but think of the scene just now.
"This author writes good poems. I want to ask him to write a manuscript for me!"
Teacher Lin’s level is more than one level higher than mine!
With a sigh in his heart, Tong Zhonggui resigned himself to opening the novel's title page and read the author's introduction.
From Sichuan?
It seems a bit inappropriate to contact the publishing house directly, so I'll ask around first.
Not long after Lin Weimin returned to the office, the phone rang. It was Zhang Qi calling.
As soon as Zhang Qi opened his mouth, he sounded a little complaining.
"Weimin, what's the situation with Niu Han in your community?"
Lin Weimin pretended to be dumb and asked, "Niu Han? What happened to Niu Han?"
Zhang Qi sighed and said, "Don't you know? Our China asked your Guowen Press to lend a person, and the person who came is Niu Han. This guy has a very bad temper. Not long after he came, the editorial department, including the leaders of the Literary Association, were all contradicted by him."
Lin Weimin gloated: "It seems that the deterrent power of your Cultural Association leaders is not very good!"
Zhang Qi heard his tone and said, "Okay, is it you who is behind this?"
"Nonsense! What do you mean I am behind this? Letting Lao Niu go to your place to help you was the decision of the commune leader, I can't be so lax about it."
"Then you kid definitely didn't play a good role!"
"Blackmail! Are you blackmailing me?"
Lin Weimin talked to Zhang Qi for a while before saying, "Lao Niu is a donkey that goes with the flow. You can't choke him. You have to coax him to work."
Zhang Qi hurriedly said, "Tell me more details so that I can explain it to the people at China to prevent them from having another conflict with Niu Han."
"Speaking of Lao Niu, he is no ordinary person..."
Niu Han is not only a veteran in literary creation, but also in revolution.
He joined the revolution at the age of 13, joined the party at the age of 15, began to write poetry at the age of 17, was the editor-in-chief of the literary magazine "Liuhuo" at the age of 22, and was arrested by the Guo Party for participating in the student movement at the age of 23 and sentenced to two years in prison.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he served as executive deputy editor of "Chinese Literature", editor-in-chief of "New Literature Materials", and chief editor of the May Fourth Literature Editorial Office of the People's Literature Publishing House.
He was arrested and detained in previous years, and it was not until 1980 that he received fair treatment.
In the words of the old people in the community, Lao Niu has a bad temper and has never bowed his head to anyone in his life.
In the society, people often disobey orders, let alone helping out in the Literary Association.
"This... is truly an old comrade!"
There was a hint of helplessness in Zhang Qi's tone.
"You leaders must not mess with him. Lao Niu doesn't just talk, he also uses his hands when he gets angry. Last time..."
Lin Weimin told Zhang Qi about what happened in the editorial department of "New Literature Materials" last time, which frightened him.
"This person, this person... How could your Chinese Literature Society assign such a person to us?"
Lin Weimin said, "Lao Zhang, you are being unreasonable. Lao Niu is the treasure of our Chinese Literature Society. He has excellent professional level, a serious and responsible work attitude, and his character is impeccable. We only loaned out such a good person because of the friendship between our brother units. You can't bite Lu Dongbin!"
Zhang Qi was so angry at Lin Weimin that he couldn't say a word.
He knew that the transfer of such a troublemaker must have been a plan made by the Chinese Literature Society.
It seems that the Literary Association has suffered a loss this time!
(End of this chapter)
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