Chapter 427 Value
Dongjiao is near Tuanjie. After work these two days, Lin Weimin took Tao Huimin to find an empty dirt road, and accompanied Tao Huimin to practice driving before it got completely dark.
His Crown car is an automatic transmission, so it is very easy to use. The road conditions are not complicated, there are few traffic signs, and there is no problem with parking. Tao Huimin learned almost everything in two days.
On the weekend morning, Lin Weimin asked Tao Huimin to drive around the Second Ring Road again. Feeling that Tao Huimin was already driving well, he said to her, "I'll take you to the vehicle management office to get a driver's license tomorrow morning."
Tao Huimin drove the car attentively and nodded slightly nervously.
In the evening, Lin Weimin drove to Donglaishun.
Zheng Xiaolong and Feng Xiaogang were waiting at the door at this moment. When they saw Lin Weimin getting out of the Mercedes-Benz, they looked shocked.
Feng Xiaogang smiled broadly, "Hi, Mr. Lin, have you changed your car again? This logo is a Mercedes-Benz, right?"
Lin Weimin smiled and nodded. Feng Xiaogang said, "Teacher Lin, you are so low-key. You have been driving for so many years before buying a Mercedes-Benz. You are not like those nouveau riche who have one million in their pockets and want to drive a two million car."
You call this low-key?
Zheng Xiaolong complained about Feng Xiaogang's words in his heart, but he was used to it now. Feng Xiaogang was a man who said one thing to one person and another thing to another person, but at least his work attitude and ability were impeccable, so the relationship between the two had always been very good.
In fact, what Feng Xiaogang said is correct. In the past two years, there are more and more private cars on the streets of Yanjing. If you stop them and check them, 90% of them are relying on their connections to engage in reselling business.
"Your car has been stopped many times on the road, right?" Feng Xiaogang asked Lin Weimin. This is called chatting with someone.
Lin Weimin couldn't help but think of Liu Zhenyun. They were both chatting with people, but their purposes were completely different.
Liu Zhenyun's flattering chats are, to some extent, a display of his own superiority, while Feng Xiaogang's are purely for the purpose of pleasing others.
"Occasionally, I will be stopped by traffic police when I arrive at the guardhouse," said Lin Weimin.
These days, the main roads of Yanjing are dotted with guardhouses. Whenever it comes to waiting for the traffic lights, Lin Weimin's Mercedes-Benz will become the most eye-catching presence at the intersection. There are not only a handful of Mercedes-Benz with Yanjing license plates in Yanjing, but this is the only one.
The traffic police was naturally very curious, and stopped Lin Weimin to chat with him while waiting for the traffic light. This kind of situation was not uncommon.
Today was the day Zheng Xiaolong arranged, and he continued to wait for people at the door, while Feng Xiaogang accompanied Lin Weimin into Donglaishun.
After a while, Wang Shuo came in with a protruding belly.
He is not even 30 years old yet, but he already smells greasy. "The Troublemakers" is going to be made into a movie, and he is so arrogant.
"What's the matter? Have you come up with the script?" Lin Weimin teased.
He kept talking about things that were not related to the topic. Wang Shuo suddenly felt depressed and his stomach was no longer full.
“Almost there, almost there.”
That means there is still a long way to go.
When Feng Xiaogang heard the word "script", he asked curiously, and Wang Shuo then told him in a very "low-key" manner that "The Troublemakers" was going to be adapted.
"Hey! I put your movie 'The Troublemakers' on my bedside table and read it when I have nothing to do. It's really well written!" Feng Xiaogang praised.
Wang Shuo was not familiar with Feng Xiaogang, so he was instinctively a little disgusted when he heard him say that, and he asked critically, "It's well written? Why is it good?"
Feng Xiaogang was stunned for a moment. He immediately realized Wang Shuo's emotional change. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Your novel seems cynical and absurd, but it is precisely this absurdity that accurately reflects the confusion and loss of our generation..."
Wang Shuo's original intention was to give Feng Xiaogang, the sycophant, a warning, but he didn't expect that this guy not only really read the novel, but also understood it quite thoroughly and could speak in a very convincing manner.
"To be honest, I was in the army before. When I was demobilized, I was just like Yu Guan, Ma Qing, and Yang Chong in your novel. I was running around in society and seemed to be able to do anything, but I had no idea where my way out was. It was like... like..."
Feng Xiaogang paused as he was speaking, trying to find an accurate word to describe it.
Lin Weimin said: "It's like a fly landing on the glass. It looks like the future is bright, but in fact it is a dead end."
Feng Xiaogang clapped his hands happily and shouted, "Teacher Lin is indeed a great writer. His metaphor is so accurate, it's like a fly landing on the glass. If I hadn't met these two noble people, Teacher Lin and Xiaolong, I really don't know what I could have done."
Hearing Feng Xiaogang mention him again, Lin Weimin waved his hand, signaling him not to mention these things anymore.
After hearing these words, Wang Shuo's impression of Feng Xiaogang improved a lot.
People may flatter you, but they don't flatter you randomly.
Moreover, the two had similar experiences. Both served in the army. After Feng Xiaogang was demobilized, he became the "Western Grain Governor", while after Wang Shuo was demobilized, he became a "fake medicine salesman".
This experience made Wang Shuo feel a sense of mutual appreciation.
The two chatted about their experiences in the army and soon became familiar with each other.
While the two were chatting, other people arrived one after another.
Lin Weimin didn't expect to see Zhao Baogang and Li Chengru here. They were also surprised and surprised to see Lin Weimin.
"Teacher Lin? I didn't expect you to come today!"
"Haha, long time no see."
Lin Weimin greeted the two of them and introduced Ma Dudu, who had just arrived, to everyone.
"Dudu's family grew up in a military compound. He is now an editor at Youth Literature. He is also a writer and has written many novels."
Feng Xiaogang said in support, "I know, I know, Tonight's Full Moon, what a great film!"
Seeing that Feng Xiaogang had actually read her novel, Ma Dudu was immediately impressed by Feng Xiaogang.
You know what, the pants at this time really look like a literary youth.
After waiting for nearly half an hour, everyone finally arrived. Ten people came today. In addition to the people Lin Weimin knew, there were three people who were childhood friends of Zheng Xiaolong and Wang Shuo in the military compound. Zheng Xiaolong specially asked the waiter to put the two tables together. Of course, Lin Weimin didn't let them sit down.
People generally don't have much to eat these days. Those present are all young people in their twenties and thirties, full of energy and vigor. When the mutton was served, almost every plate was eaten up. Only after more than twenty plates had been eaten did everyone slow down their chopsticks and have time to chat.
Many of these people came from military compounds, so naturally they would talk about the compound when they chatted.
The military compounds in Yanjing are arranged from Gongzhufen to Xishan, with the Air Force first, followed by the Navy, and finally the Army.
Ma Dudu was born in an Air Force compound. When he was mentioned, his expression of pride was beyond words. Wang Shuo, Zheng Xiaolong and others also looked approving.
Lin Weimin had not experienced their life and growing environment, so naturally he could not understand their situation.
Wang Shuo sighed, "I really miss those old days!"
Feng Xiaogang flattered him: "Master Shuo, you have such a good writing style, why don't you write something to commemorate your passing?"
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "That's a good idea. Write an article and send it to me later!"
Wang Shuo glared at him, "Do you think writing is like taking a shit? One shit a day?"
"If you want to say no, just say no. Don't make so many excuses!" Lin Weimin said.
"Who can't? Who can't?"
Men are most afraid of being told that they are not good enough, especially men who are not good enough.
Master Shuo is under the control of Teacher Lin!
"Write it then!" Wang Shuo gritted his teeth.
Teacher Lin nodded and said that the boy is teachable.
When talking about novels, Lin Weimin inevitably became the center of discussion. There are very few young people who have not read his novels.
The most discussed works are "The Ming Dynasty 1566" and "Burning".
These two novels were published relatively recently, and everyone read them late, so naturally they were deeply impressed and there is much to talk about.
"I feel that since you finished writing "Chasing the Murderer", the reading threshold of your novels, Mr. Lin, has become higher and higher," said Feng Xiaogang.
Lin Weimin asked in surprise: "The threshold is high?"
Feng Xiaogang said: "You didn't feel it when you were writing, but we readers felt it very clearly. Think about it, for a novel like The Ming Dynasty 1566, most young people can read it, but how many of them can really understand the twists and turns in it?"
"But I see that Ming Dynasty 1566 is selling pretty well?"
What Lin Weimin said was right. "The Ming Dynasty 1566" was published in the second half of the previous year. The sales of the two issues of "People's Literature" that published this novel were close to two million copies.
The novel was published by Guowen Publishing House last year and has sold one million and two hundred thousand copies to date.
Feng Xiaogang shook his head. "It's true that novels sell well. But as far as I know, many of them are bought by officials to pretend to be boys. Didn't you say that your novel was recommended by the Great Elder?"
Feng Xiaogang said this and winked at Lin Weimin.
"That's a non-existent thing!" Lin Weimin said.
Ma Dudu couldn't help but interrupt when he heard this: "Teacher Lin is really amazing! Not only those officials, but even the big bosses in Hong Kong treasure Teacher Lin's novels!"
When everyone heard him say this, they all became interested, "What's going on? What's going on? Tell us!"
Ma Dudu looked at Lin Weimin and asked, "Teacher Lin, do you mind?"
"Don't keep us in suspense, you kid. Teacher Lin didn't stop you!" Zheng Xiaolong urged.
Ma Dudu raised half an eyebrow, somewhat proudly, and then recounted what happened in Lin Weimin's manuscript of "The Ming Dynasty 1566".
After hearing this, everyone looked at each other.
It would be fine if the thief stole the manuscript, but he was able to sell it after stealing it. The most terrifying thing is that there is actually a big boss willing to take it over.
This is a full 200,000 Hong Kong dollars!
A few years ago, Xu Huachi spent more than 200,000 Hong Kong dollars to buy more than 9,000 paintings by famous artists from the Foreign Guest Service Department. This shocked the people of Yanjing for a whole year and became a hot topic on the streets of Yanjing at that time.
Today, it is still Hong Kong dollars, still 200,000, and the big boss in Hong Kong only bought one manuscript of Teacher Lin.
One manuscript = nine thousand paintings by famous artists?
(End of this chapter)
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