Chapter 54: Demons Dance
After finishing talking about the manuscript, Lin Weimin quietly pulled Rong Shihui aside and asked, "Old Rong, is there any progress on my matter?"
"I don't know. I asked Lao Tan about it, and he just said that he had told the leader."
"Is that so?" Lin Weimin rubbed his chin with his fingers, feeling unsure. It seemed he should go back to Xu Gang to sound out the truth.
After he left, Rong Shihui looked at the manuscripts in his hand with a perverted smile on his face. He suddenly had so many high-quality works on hand that he didn't know which one to start with. This was the happiness of being an editor.
Unfortunately, he was only happy for a few seconds before the other people in the office took away most of the manuscript in his hands bit by bit like wool being snatched away.
After get off work, Qin Chaoyang passed by the office and saw several people concentrating on reviewing manuscripts. He asked curiously, "Why haven't you left yet?"
Rong Shihui raised his head and said, "Lin Weimin just sent over a batch of manuscripts this afternoon."
Qin Chaoyang immediately became interested. "Another manuscript? It seems that the level of the students in the Institute of Literature Research is not low!"
"The manuscripts are indeed quite good, at least above standard."
"Show it to me when you're done reading it."
Qin Chaoyang was about to leave after he finished speaking, but was stopped by Rong Shihui.
"What's wrong?"
Rong Shihui walked up to him and whispered, "Have you made any progress on the work? Lin Weimin asked about it this afternoon."
Qin Chaoyang smiled bitterly, "I have finished the report, but there is no feedback from the two leaders yet. I will ask them tomorrow."
Seeing that Lin Weimin is working so hard to help the editorial department collect manuscripts, it would be unreasonable not to do our part.
Rong Shihui and Qin Chaoyang both thought so.
It was already evening time for dinner when Lin Weimin returned to the Institute of Literature. After dinner, he discovered that several of his classmates were acting stealthily.
"What are you doing?" Lin Weimin came over and asked.
"You'll know in a moment."
After dinner, Lin Weimin saw several classmates move the tables and chairs in the cafeteria to one side, leaving a huge open space in the middle of the cafeteria. Aibaier took out the tape recorder from the institute, put it on the table, plugged it in, and then put a tape into the tape recorder.
When the button is pressed, dynamic dance music instantly fills the entire cafeteria.
"This..." Lin Weimin didn't react for a moment.
Qu Xiaowei bumped his shoulder hard, his face beaming with joy, "Dance! You've never seen one before? You're such an old-fashioned guy!"
I've never seen such a tacky dance party!
Lin Weimin complained in his heart.
He saw several young people in the class rushing into the center of the cafeteria which was used as a dance floor, and began to sway their bodies wildly, which made Lin Weimin feel a little bit uncomfortable.
Then he saw Qu Xiaowei took out an afro wig from somewhere and rushed into the dance floor with such an afro hairstyle.
It was only then that Lin Weimin noticed that there were two people in the class who were wearing bell-bottom pants. They tucked the bottom of their shirts into their waistbands, which looked very modern from the perspective of that era.
“It’s this dance step…”
Lin Weimin grimaced as he watched, his hips and waist were as hard as his brother's.
He can't even follow the drum beats, he's just being stubborn and stubborn.
This situation did not change until several female classmates joined in. After all, they were women, and their flexibility and figure were not comparable to those of the rough guys, so it became a lot more pleasing to the eye.
Lin Weimin did not leave, but leaned on the table and chatted with his classmates.
“Who researched this?”
"Ye Xin and his friends were out playing yesterday when they ran into a group of young people playing. They thought it was interesting, so they bought two cassettes and started playing."
The dance party was indeed popular in the early 1980s. However, due to the deteriorating public security situation in recent years and the country's efforts to improve public security, this new thing called the dance party suffered a severe blow in the near future.
Men and women, dim room, swaying bodies, ambiguous music, these words put together can make people imagine a lot.
Fortunately, it is only the 80th year now, and the society’s beating has not yet begun.
Lin Weimin looked at the people in the class dancing wildly and could only sigh that it is you cultured people who know how to have fun!
The fact that the Institute of Literature held a dance party could not be concealed, and the first people to know about it were the people from School D. The leaders said nothing about it, but the young people could not resist the temptation and took the initiative to join the group. This group of people also took the initiative to provide tapes for the dance party.
Dancing is really addictive. Although the party was only held for three or four days, many students have already been obsessed with it and they always talk about it.
Lin Weimin basically did not participate, at most he just stood by and admired his classmates' enchanting dancing.
That day, he saw Xu Gang was free, so he took the initiative to approach him and talk to him.
"Director, are you busy?"
Xu Gang was too lazy to respond to this meaningless nonsense, and said, "If you have something to say, just say it."
Lin Weimin chuckled twice, "Well, it's about work..."
When he said this, Xu Gang's expression became amused, "This matter..."
Lin Weimin cursed in his heart, now he even dragged Qiao'er into this.
"The director is smoking!"
Lin Weimin obediently handed over a cigarette.
Xu Gang took the cigarette and looked at it. "Oh, Zhong|Nan|hai? Where did you get it from?"
"A friend gave it to me." Lin Weimin took the opportunity to add fuel to Xu Gang's fire.
Actually, he bought this cigarette when he went to the Friendship Store to buy a bicycle. Lin Weimin himself does not smoke, but most people around him smoke, so he had an idea and bought a Zhong|N|Hai cigarette.
This cigarette originated from the great leader's hobby of cigarettes. Legend has it that the Yanjing Tobacco Factory received a special task to produce special cigarettes for the leaders. The special Red South China Sea has always been a special cigarette for receiving foreign guests, and it can only be bought in the Friendship Store.
After Xu Gang finished smoking a few puffs, Lin Weimin said, "Director, regarding work..."
Xu Gang looked at Lin Weimin and asked, "Are you worried?"
Lin Weimin nodded.
Xu Gang blew out a puff of smoke and said calmly, "I'm afraid I can't help you with this matter!"
Lin Weimin was immediately anxious when he heard this, "That's impossible! Director, who are you? Isn't my job just a matter of your word?"
"Come on, come on, stop flattering me. I really can't help you this time."
Seeing Xu Gang's firm tone, he felt anxious and puzzled. This Chinese Literature Society really didn't give any face at all. Was the threshold so high?
Not to mention his own suggestions for making the album and his close relationship with Contemporary Magazine, even Xu Gang’s visit to the magazine was useless?
Xu Gang looked at his expression and felt very happy. He finally let this kid suffer a setback.
The more Lin Weimin thought about it, the more depressed he felt. Just when he looked up, he saw Xu Gang's expression.
What do you mean? You old man, are you still gloating?
On second thought, there was something wrong with the director’s expression!
(End of this chapter)
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