Chapter 417 Dean, I was just kidding!
The group's revelry lasted for a while before everyone finally calmed down.
Zhang Yimou said gratefully: "It was Teacher Lin who helped me again this time, otherwise I don't know if I could make it in time to attend the film festival."
The other few people all participated in the project establishment, preparation and filming of "Red Sorghum" from beginning to end. They were naturally very aware of Lin Weimin's contribution to this film and expressed their gratitude to Lin Weimin repeatedly.
"Okay, don't say these words anymore."
Lin Weimin waved his hand, not taking any credit for himself, and even treated everyone to a meal. He also gave everyone some encouragement before they left.
Gu Changwei looked at the Crown car disappearing from view and sighed, "Yimou, you are so lucky to have such a noble person like Teacher Lin to support you. Your ancestors are so grateful!"
This statement sounded a bit flattering, but Zhang Yimou did not mind it because he also agreed with Gu Changwei's words.
Without Teacher Lin’s support along the way, how could I become a director, make my own movie, or even participate in an international film festival?
Noble person!
This word is so accurate, why didn’t I think of it?
With the approval of the Film Bureau, Red Sorghum's participation in the competition went smoothly. After the formalities were completed, the most important thing was to obtain passports for Zhang Yimou and other participants.
Zhang Yimou made a special trip to the Guowen Publishing House to invite Lin Weimin to go to Berlin with him.
But Lin Weimin declined, "Just go ahead."
Zhang Yimou was about to leave with some regret, but was stopped by Lin Weimin again.
"Do I have a formal dress for attending the film festival?" Lin Weimin asked Zhang Yimou.
Dress?
This word touched upon Zhang Yimou's blind spot in knowledge. In that era, there wasn't even any entertainment industry in China, so where did the dresses come from?
Lin Weimin took Zhang Yimou to the Friendship Store and bought two high-end suits.
As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. Maybe A-mou's temperament is too outstanding, and even wearing this high-end suit, he still can't hide his vicissitudes of life.
"Okay, let's leave it at that." Lin Weimin said helplessly.
Zhang Yimou spent more than 2,000 foreign exchange certificates on two suits. He looked a little embarrassed and said, "Teacher Lin, how can I feel embarrassed about this?"
"What's the big deal? Just think of it as sponsoring you. Media from all over the world will come to the Berlin Film Festival to interview. When you interview and take photos, you can't dress too poorly, which will affect foreigners' impression of us."
When it comes to the issue of national image, Zhang Yimou is silent and says that we should dress better.
I owe Teacher Lin another favor, and I probably won’t be able to repay it in this lifetime!
Time flies and New Year's Day has passed.
According to the Western calendar, it is already 1987.
That day, Tang Yuqiu found Lin Weimin on behalf of the National Academy of Arts.
"Teacher Tang, why are you here?" Lin Weimin was very surprised to see Tang Yuqiu.
After pouring a cup of tea for Tang Yuqiu and exchanging a few pleasantries, Tang Yuqiu explained her purpose of visit.
It turned out that the new dean of the National Academy of Literature had just taken office and found that the number of books in the library had always been small and there was occasional loss. The students who had been studying there in the past few years had complained about this many times.
However, the funds of the institute were limited, and the money allocated from above for purchasing books was not much. The new dean came up with an idea. He sent a letter to the alumni of the National Academy of Literature, including the predecessor Institute of Literature, to solicit everyone's works, and to display and preserve them in a special counter of the institute for students to borrow.
Since Lin Weimin was in Yanjing, he did not write a letter, but asked Tang Yuqiu to take time to visit him.
"The letters to everyone were sent out some time ago, and some people have replied recently. The response from everyone is still very enthusiastic."
As Tang Yuqiu spoke, a somewhat relieved smile appeared on her face.
Lin Weimin said, "But our Institute of Literature and the School of Literature have not held many sessions in total, and there are only a few hundred students. Even if everyone sent in their works, it would only be a drop in the bucket!"
"It's better than nothing. Besides, the hospital still has some funds." Tang Yuqiu's tone was somewhat helpless.
From the Institute of Literature Research to the National Academy of Chinese Literature, the school funding has never been sufficient, and the faculty and staff have had a difficult time.
Lin Weimin pondered for a moment and said, "How about this, I will donate some books to the hospital."
Tang Yuqiu was overjoyed and looked at Lin Weimin with expectant eyes.
“How much can you donate?”
Lin Weimin recalled the cramped little library of the Institute of Literature and Art when he was at the Chaoyang District Committee D School, “How many books can be stored in the library now?”
Tang Yuqiu said uncertainly: "The library is much bigger now than before, it can hold at least 100,000 books."
Hearing this, Lin Weimin felt more confident, "How many more books do we need to fill the space?"
Tang Yuqiu understood what Lin Weimin meant and asked, "Why are you going to donate so much?"
"Since you have finally made a donation, why not give the full amount? This will save you the trouble of running around."
Lin Weimin's words made Tang Yuqiu's nose sore, and she felt that this student was not taught in vain, but she still said: "It won't take that much, the hospital still has funds, and others have to donate too."
"Books are like Han Xin selecting soldiers, the more the better. We are a liberal arts college after all, and if the library can't be filled, it would be embarrassing to tell others about it!"
Lin Weimin's tone was relaxed yet a little exaggerated, which made Tang Yuqiu think of the time when this boy was in the Institute of Literature Research, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
"This donation is tens of thousands of dollars," said Tang Yuqiu.
Lin Weimin said jokingly, "Teacher Tang, if I ask the dean to erect a monument for me next to the library, can he do it?"
Tang Yuqiu couldn't help but give Lin Weimin a cold look. This boy became unserious as soon as he started talking.
"Should we set up a memorial tablet for you?"
"Can't you expect me to be good?"
After a few jokes, Lin Weimin and Tang Yuqiu decided to donate the books.
She returned to the National Academy of Arts and told the new dean He Zhenbang about Lin Weimin's plan to donate books, and He Zhenbang was overjoyed.
"Oh! This is great! Comrade Weimin has helped our hospital a lot." He Zhenbang paced back and forth happily in the office.
Tang Yuqiu said at this time: "Dean, it will cost a lot of money to donate the entire library. Shouldn't our institute also show some appreciation?"
He Zhenbang became interested and asked, "Was this proposed by Comrade Weimin? How did he want to express it?"
Tang Yuqiu waved her hands hastily, "No, no, it was my own idea. So many books would cost at least 30,000 or 40,000 yuan, and we certainly can't give anything back financially, but Weimin is so enthusiastic in helping our work, I think the institute should at least show some appreciation."
After listening to Tang Yuqiu's opinion, He Zhenbang thought for a moment and nodded, "You are right. This amount of money is not a small amount. Comrade Weimin has made great contributions to the hospital, and we should show our appreciation..."
After hearing what came out of the dean's mouth, Tang Yuqiu quickly regretted his recklessness.
Dean, you are the dean after all, can't you be a little more reserved? It's just a few tens of thousands of books.
Under He Zhenbang's gaze, Tang Yuqiu nodded with difficulty, "That's a good idea!"
With Tang Yuqiu's support, He Zhenbang nodded again with satisfaction, and then said to himself: "I'm afraid this matter needs to be discussed at the meeting."
Tang Yuqiu couldn't help but complain in his heart, you even knew to discuss it in the meeting.
At this time, she heard He Zhenbang mutter: "It's not a big problem!"
Tang Yuqiu was completely speechless.
The National Academy of Literature was very efficient in purchasing books. It contacted Xinhua Bookstore directly and mobilized all teachers in the academy to select books. The library was filled in more than a week. He Zhenbang also specifically asked Tang Yuqiu to invite Lin Weimin from the Chinese Literature Society to the National Academy of Literature.
On January 12, Lin Weimin arrived at the National Academy of Arts as scheduled.
In the office, he met the newly appointed dean He Zhenbang. Dean He was very enthusiastic and praised Lin Weimin as rare in the world. Lin Weimin was really a little overwhelmed.
I just donated some books, it's not necessary.
After the greetings, President He took Lin Weimin to the library.
When Tang Yuqiu invited Lin Weimin, he told him that the college was planning to hold a simple donation ceremony, and Lin Weimin readily agreed.
At this moment, the library was crowded with people, and all the students of the academy were gathered here.
How familiar this scene is!
In later years, Lin Weimin also stood under the rostrum and listened to the elementary school/middle school/university leaders on the rostrum giving long speeches to "encourage" their classmates.
I never thought that I would end up like this.
The young dragon slayer eventually turned into a dragon.
This feeling is so damn good!
Many students were called to the library in the freezing cold. Their mentality was different from that of Lin Weimin when he was in school. Most of them were happy and excited.
For most students, further study at the Faculty of Arts is an opportunity that is hard to come by.
The library is the place that everyone visits most frequently besides classes. In the past, everyone complained about the small number of books in the library, which sometimes forced them to go to other libraries to borrow books. The trip back and forth was not only troublesome but also a waste of time.
Now, senior brother Lin Weimin has donated tens of thousands of books to the college at once, and it is said that the library is full.
He really is worthy of being called Lin Baiwan!
None of the students thought that Lin Weimin was seeking fame or showing off his wealth. Spending tens of thousands of dollars to donate books to the school is such a noble thing to do!
Senior Brother Lin, you are a role model for our generation!
Yu Hua stood in the crowd, looking at Lin Weimin and the dean standing together, unable to hide his envy. Teacher Lin really deserves to be listed in the column of "Outstanding Alumni"!
He Zhenbang took Lin Weimin and came to the door of the library in full view of everyone.
Lin Weimin had already discovered something wrong. There was a piece of red cloth hanging on the sign at the entrance of the library.
What does this mean?
Before Lin Weimin asked any questions, President He gave an enthusiastic speech, the theme of which was naturally to express his gratitude to Lin Weimin for his generous donation of tens of thousands of books to the college.
At the end of his speech, Dean He did not forget to mention Lin Weimin, "Now, let us invite our outstanding alumnus of the School of Literature, the famous novelist, dramatist, editor, and also the senior of all the students in the audience, Comrade Lin Weimin, to say a few words to everyone!"
shame!
Lin Weimin has always felt that he has made some achievements in being shameless.
But compared with President He, he is still young.
Novelist, playwright, editor!
Even if you dare to say it, I dare not admit it!
Lin Weimin looked at the students below the stage and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Well... Dean He, thank you for your compliment. I was trained by our School of Arts, and I just did my best to contribute to the construction of the school. I hope that these books I donated can help my classmates' creative careers, which is a great deed for me!"
After saying a few brief words, President He led the applause, and the audience also applauded loudly.
Brother Lin, be humble!
"Okay! Next, Comrade Weimin will unveil the plaque for our School of Literature Library!"
Dean He shouted loudly and signaled Lin Weimin with his eyes.
Lin Weimin looked at the hanging red cloth and had a bad feeling in his heart.
My eyes couldn't help but turn to Teacher Tang. When you invited me here, you didn't tell me that this would happen!
Tang Yuqiu gave Lin Weimin a look. Didn't you ask for this yourself? How about it? Are you satisfied this time?
Under President He's eyes full of expectations and encouragement, Lin Weimin exerted force with his hands and pulled off the red cloth.
In the sunlight, the brand new bronze nameplate sparkled, with the five big characters "Library for the People" clearly written on it.
shame!
How fucking shameful!
Lin Weimin really wanted to say to President He: President, I was just kidding!
(End of this chapter)
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