Chapter 459 The Knife Holder
Faced with the leader's questions, Lin Weimin put down his pen lightly.
"Leader, I have written the self-criticism. Which publication do you think I should publish it in?"
His words were irrelevant to the question, but they made the leader fully understand his attitude.
The leader said with some anger: "It's just writing a self-criticism, is it that difficult?"
This time, Lin Weimin finally became serious and nodded seriously.
"It's just that difficult. Leader, once a person's waist is bent once, it's hard to straighten it up again!"
After listening to Lin Weimin's words, the leader stared at him for a long time, and the anger in his eyes dissipated.
Finally, he regained his composure and said, "Zaochun told me the other day that your novel satirizes us bureaucrats who do nothing."
"It's just a novel, don't take it seriously, please don't say that, or I'll have one more crime to go on."
The leader ignored Lin Weimin's sarcasm and pointed at the "self-criticism" on the table. "Don't try to be clever with me. If you have the ability, publish this in the newspaper."
Lin Weimin muttered, "I'll send it out later."
The leader saw that he was desperate and said angrily, "I think you don't want to be the director anymore!"
"Leader, we have to speak with conscience! Why don't I want to do this? Someone doesn't want me to do this!"
The leader waved his hands impatiently, "Stop making trouble here! If your novel wasn't so explicit, how could they catch you?"
"Leader, look at you, why are you reciting the lines from my novel again?" Lin Weimin teased.
The leader was so angry that he almost fainted and couldn't help but curse: "You f---"
Seeing Lin Weimin's reckless behavior, the leader was too lazy to scold him anymore and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, let's go, let's go!"
Just as Lin Weimin was about to leave, the leader pointed at the "self-criticism" on the table and said, "Take this away. Don't leave it here to get in my way!"
Lin Weimin glanced at his leader and said, "Then I take it?"
The leader didn't say anything.
Lin Weimin asked again: "Am I rich?"
The leader didn't say anything again.
Lin Weimin smiled and said before leaving: "Thank you, Border Office!"
After he left, the leader sighed helplessly.
I asked this Monkey King to come here today, intending to put some pressure on him and make him surrender.
But Monkey King is Monkey King, how can he be suppressed so easily?
The leader understood Cheng Zaochun's daily difficulties, but he was one of them after all...
Stir it up, stir it up! Just stir it up, stir up public opinion into a mess, stir up all parties to be hostile to each other and split into pieces, then everyone will behave themselves!
After returning from the Publishing House, Lin Weimin just entered the gate of Guowen Publishing House and saw Cheng Zaochun standing at the door of the front building waving at him.
He was parking the car when Cheng Zaochun walked to the car eagerly and asked anxiously, "What's going on? How do we deal with you?"
Lin Weimin parked the car leisurely, got out of the car and said, "What do you mean by how to deal with it? Old Cheng, you are just misrepresenting the emperor's order. The leader didn't say that he would deal with me."
"Not dealing with you?" Cheng Zaochun was shocked and said in disbelief, "It was you who forged the imperial edict, wasn't it?"
"I see that you are eager for me to be punished, right?"
Cheng Zaochun was annoyed by his nonsense and wanted to kick him. "Can you talk about something serious?"
Seeing that he was a little irritable, Lin Weimin restrained himself a little and took out the "self-criticism" he had written.
"Did you see that? The 'imperial edict' we brought back!"
Cheng Zaochun took the thin paper and flipped through it. "What does it mean?"
Lin Weimin then repeated the conversation that had just taken place in the leader's office. After listening to it, Cheng Zaochun frowned and looked thoughtful.
After a long pause, he said, "What does the leader mean by this? Are you planning to support you?"
"I don't know whether he supports me or not. I guess he thinks my attitude is too tough and he can't force me to admit my mistakes, so he wants me to make a scene."
Cheng Zaochun stroked his chin and said thoughtfully: "If you really make a fuss, the other side will also be under pressure."
"That's right. Either the east wind prevails over the west wind, or the west wind prevails over the east wind! They do it on the first day of the month, and I do it on the fifteenth. It's very reasonable."
Cheng Zaochun frowned again, "The leader asked me to force you to admit your mistakes? What does he mean?"
"What else can it mean? Two plans. If you can just let me apologize, it would be best to settle the matter peacefully. If you force me to apologize under pressure from other departments, it will also damage the dignity of our system, including the leadership!"
On the way back, Lin Weimin had already figured out his leader's thoughts.
After hearing what he said, Cheng Zaochun couldn't help but nodded in agreement, but he felt a little uncomfortable.
In this case, wouldn't I be a nobody here and there?
Lin Weimin saw through his thoughts, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "This is how minions are, they don't have much say!"
"You are a heartless thing!" Cheng Zaochun scolded Lin Weimin angrily. He was worried just now.
Lin Weimin laughed, put his arm around his shoulders, walked into his office, and picked up the phone on the desk.
"What are you doing?" Cheng Zaochun hung up the phone.
"What else can we do? Make trouble!"
"What's the matter?"
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Look for the weasel."
Things are different now.
Previously, the Cultural Association wanted him to speak out and use him as a knife.
But now, he has to be the one holding the knife.
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A few days later, the latest issue of "Wenyi Bao" was published as scheduled.
This important newspaper in the field of literature and art in China is one of the key publications subscribed by countless domestic government agencies and state-owned factories. It is also one of the publications frequently read by many cadres and employees, especially in the field of culture. After being changed to a weekly newspaper in July 1985, it has continued to be so until now.
When getting a new issue of a magazine, many people habitually flip through it page by page, and then some people notice the differences in today's publication.
"This is?"
Article title: "Hunting", author: Lin Weimin.
“The gun went off.
Did you see who fired the shot?
I can’t see clearly, he’s on the moral high ground, he’s in the sun.”
Many people frowned when they saw the article on the page that was smaller than a piece of tofu. What kind of article was this? A novel? A modern poem?
Those who have read the novel "The Hunt" were aware of something when they saw the three words "Lin Weimin". After carefully reading these few short lines, they felt a chill down their spine for some reason.
Considering the recent overwhelming criticism from the public, they instantly understood the meaning of these three sentences.
These three sentences, just over twenty words, completely condense the plot of the novel "The Hunt". They can be seen as the central idea of "The Hunt", or as Lin Weimin's inner monologue and resistance.
If you think carefully about the plot of the novel "The Hunt", it is so similar to the situation that Lin Weimin is facing now!
Many people read the brief words in the publication, and their emotions gradually condensed into a sense of empathy.
It is generally acknowledged that the novel "The Hunt" is well-written. Even if readers do not agree with the concepts contained therein, no one can deny the artistic value of this work.
But now, with some newspapers making specious statements and making groundless accusations against the novel, more and more ordinary people have joined the ranks of criticizing the novel.
When many readers who have read "The Hunt" heard the accusations around them, they were very clear that most of them had not even read the novel, but had only heard some truncated content from hearsay.
How familiar this scene is!
Some sensitive people have completely digested the hidden meaning behind this passage. It is a cry, a resistance, and a request for help.
Those who understand the meaning of this passage will feel their hearts in turmoil, and there is an emotion spreading that they feel they have to express.
A few days after this issue of Literary Gazette was published, the number of letters from readers increased, and most of them were directed at Lin Weimin's article, which was as short as it could be, published in Literary Gazette.
People can't even tell what style it is written in, but that doesn't stop readers from empathizing with the story.
Most of the people who wrote these letters have one common characteristic, that is, they are all intellectuals who have experienced an era of the collapse of rituals and music, and have suffered greatly from it.
Now seeing Lin Weimin’s situation, they can no longer sit idly by.
The editors of Literary Gazette looked at the letters from readers that poured in like snowflakes, and their hearts finally settled down.
Since the beginning of this year, the Literary Gazette, as the main battlefield of the Literary Association, has been criticized. Some time ago, because of the publication of "Hunting", Lin Weimin was attacked and criticized. The leaders of the Literary Association hoped to use Lin Weimin's voice to divert the pressure of public opinion, but unfortunately he was rejected by Lin Weimin.
But just a few days ago, perhaps because of the pressure from the critical voices, Lin Weimin found the leader of the Writers Association and took the initiative to ask for cooperation, which made the Writers Association overjoyed.
Now, I see more and more feedback from readers, and the tendency is so obvious.
Not only that, influenced by Lin Weimin's short article "Hunting", more and more people began to express their opinions in other media.
Within a few days, public opinion was no longer as one-sided as before.
The comrades from the Literary Association and the Literary Gazette were overjoyed.
Another interesting point is that many of the people who spoke up for Lin Weimin this time are influential figures in the cultural world, and many of them were people who had criticized Lin Weimin and the novel after the publication of "Burning".
Everyone who is familiar with these two situations has felt the absurdity and irony of reality.
Comrades in the Literary Association were discussing privately, why just a few dozen words could have such great power?
Everyone was puzzled.
Zhang Guangnian, who was quite familiar with Lin Weimin, said thoughtfully: "Weimin's creative characteristics are very obvious. He is very sharp. These three sentences of his were definitely not impromptu. I suspect that they were already written when he was writing the novel "Hunting."
Someone said: "I am just very curious. If you only understand these three sentences superficially, they actually have nothing to do with "The Hunt". But after reading it, you can feel the strong emotions. Lin Weimin is really amazing!"
"That's true. Hey, do you think this paragraph was originally part of the novel? It suddenly occurred to me that this might be the ending that Lin Weimin gave up at the time."
"What ending?"
"Teacher Gao did not die from a beating by thugs, but was shot in the dark. This paragraph can be used as the ending. For example, Teacher Gao did not die immediately, but left these few words on the way to the hospital."
With their minds opened up, this topic quickly aroused everyone's interest. "You know what, your idea is quite interesting."
"Write it down, write it down. Expand on it and publish it in the next issue of the publication. It will definitely be popular." Someone encouraged.
Zhang Guangnian watched everyone's enthusiastic discussion, but his mood was not very good.
Bao Chang asked in a low voice: "Why are you unhappy?"
Zhang Guangnian glanced at him and asked, "What are you happy about?"
"The articles written by Weimin have worked. Now the two sides are becoming more and more evenly matched, and the pressure on us has also been reduced a lot."
Zhang Guangnian pursed his lips towards the group of young people who were talking and said, "Look at this. Has our pressure been reduced?"
Bao Chang followed his gaze and fell into deep thought.
(End of this chapter)
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