Chapter 42: Courtesy
Rong Shihui looked into Lin Weimin's eyes, and after a moment, a smile appeared on his face.
"No wonder Yuqiu said you are full of nonsense."
"Editor Rong, how can this be nonsense? Planning this kind of album will also be beneficial to Contemporary Magazine!"
Rong Shihui hesitated, and after thinking it over he had to admit that Lin Weimin's proposal was indeed very attractive.
"What do you think? Editor Rong, do you think my proposal is feasible?"
Rong Shihui felt that he couldn't let this boy lead him by the nose after seeing through his thoughts. He asked, "I say, boy, if you want to publish something, just publish it yourself. It's ok to worry about your classmates, but you even worry about our editorial department?"
"Hey, we're not strangers!"
Rong Shihui showed a suspicious look. The more he looked at Lin Weimin in front of him, the more suspicious he seemed.
Lin Weimin felt uncomfortable being stared at, "Don't look at me like that!"
Then he looked around, leaned over and whispered, "Are you free tonight? I'll treat you to some food outside!"
Rong Shihui had a look on his face that said, "As expected." Lin Weimin said, "Don't look at me like that. It makes me look like a conspirator. Give me some face."
Rong Shihui chuckled, "Okay, got it."
"Okay then, I'll call you after work."
After saying that, Lin Weimin stood up, said hello to several other editors, and prepared to leave.
"Weimin, when you have time, go to the front building and meet Xie Mingqing." Rong Shihui reminded.
Lin Weimin nodded. "Got it. Thank you Editor Rong for reminding me. I almost forgot about it if you hadn't mentioned it."
Xie Mingqing published an article in "Reading" commenting on "The Death of Euler", which was helpful to Lin Weimin in any way. It would be a bit unreasonable not to say hello to them when he arrived at No. 166 Chaonei Street.
I left the back building and ran to the front building, where I met Xie Mingqing. We exchanged a few simple greetings, mainly to express my gratitude, since we were not familiar with each other after all.
Xie Mingqing was very enthusiastic when he saw Lin Weimin. "I met An Shishan a while ago. He was also studying with you at the Institute of Literature, right?"
"right."
"Good, good, your Institute of Literature has produced some great talent!"
"Thank you for the award."
Speaking of the reason for coming here, Xie Mingqing learned that Lin Weimin had written another long manuscript, and couldn't help but sigh: "You young people are still full of energy. You can produce results in such a short time."
The two chatted for a while, and Xie Mingqing introduced Lin Weimin to other people in the editorial department again.
Ge Luo, Tu Guangqun, Wang Chaoyin, Xiang Qian, Liu Cuilin...
The editorial team of "People's Literature" is much larger than that of "Contemporary". The novel group alone is divided into the South Group and the North Group. Although it sometimes shares connections and resources with "Contemporary", it has a deeper foundation after all.
Everyone casually chatted with Lin Weimin about his writing career and learned that he started writing in 1979, which was last year. After publishing his second novel, he won the National Excellent Short Story Award and was able to receive training at the Institute of Literature.
So far this year, two novels, "The Death of Yura" and "Lush", have been published in "Contemporary" and "Zhongshan" respectively. Among them, "The Death of Yura" has been recognized by many editors and writers in the industry in a short time. It is very magical and has a unique style in today's literary world where scar literature and reform literature dominate the mainstream.
"The Lurker" is also not bad. It achieves a certain level of artistry while taking into account popularity. The plot is full of ups and downs, making it hard to stop reading, and has received praise from many readers.
When everyone learned that Lin Weimin was only 20 years old this year, they were a little bit unconvinced.
Writing certainly requires a certain amount of talent, but the accumulation of life experience is equally indispensable. After some discussion, we can only attribute this situation to natural talent.
The editors in the editorial department naturally look upon Lin Weimin, a young writer with a creative talent far beyond that of ordinary people, with great admiration and love.
He had originally planned to chat politely for only a few minutes, but in the end he stayed in the editorial office of People's Literature for more than two hours. Lin Weimin only stood up to say goodbye when it was almost time to get off work.
After waiting at the gate for a while, Lin Weimin saw Rong Shihui pushing a bicycle and waved to him hurriedly.
She got on the back seat of Rong Shihui's bike very naturally and directed him to ride towards Bianyifang.
When they arrived outside Bian Yi Fang, Rong Shihui said jokingly, "When you give a gift to someone, you must be asking for something!"
"Hey, I really want to treat you, so don't be polite." Lin Weimin pushed him into the restaurant.
Yanjing Roast Duck is a famous dish, but more people know about Quanjude and fewer about Bianyifang.
There is actually not much difference between the two companies, mainly in terms of craftsmanship. One uses a hanging oven and the other uses a steaming oven.
In addition to roast duck, Bianyifang specializes in Shandong cuisine.
Lin Weimin ordered a roast duck, mustard duck feet and fish fillets in wine sauce, and he wanted to order more.
"Okay, that's enough. You can't eat any more." Rong Shihui hurriedly stopped him.
When the meal was almost finished, Rong Shihui said, "Okay, now that we've finished the meal, tell me the purpose of today!"
"Hehe!" Lin Weimin laughed and said a little embarrassedly: "Editor Rong, I just want to ask you, does our editorial department or publishing house need anyone else?"
Rong Shihui was stunned for a moment. He never expected that Lin Weimin's invitation today was for this matter.
"What? You want to join our club?"
Lin Weimin nodded honestly, "Yes."
Then, Lin Weimin began to talk about his experiences over the years.
Little cabbage, yellow in the field. When I was two or three years old, I lost my mother.
That's roughly what I mean.
Rong Shihui felt upset after hearing this, "I didn't expect this! Weimin, you have suffered so much these years!"
"Hi!" Lin Weimin shook his head, waved his hands and sighed. His smooth movements fully reflected the helplessness of an orphan without a father or mother and no one to rely on.
"It is a great opportunity for me to be able to study at the Institute of Literature and Art. Editor Rong, I am now helpless in my hometown of Fengtian. It is difficult for me to find a decent job, and it is impossible for me to settle down in the rural area of Longjiang.
So, I wanted to take advantage of this training opportunity to see if I could find a job in Yanjing.
My requirements are not high, just a decent job that allows me to continue writing. "
Lin Weimin spoke pitifully, but his eyes were on the editing position.
"this……"
Rong Shihui was just an ordinary editor of Contemporary Magazine. Although he was very sympathetic to Lin Weimin's situation, he had no power in such matters.
"Well, let me ask for you. You may not know that all new editors in the publishing house are freshly graduated college students."
"Thank you, thank you."
"Don't thank me yet, we haven't even started yet." Rong Shihui looked at Lin Weimin and said, "No wonder you're treating me to a meal and talking about the album today. It looks like you're waiting for me here!"
"Alas, I am also forced to do this."
Rong Shihui took a sip of wine and said, "That's true. It's really not easy for you, kid."
(End of this chapter)
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