Chapter 57: Asking is a dish
Shi Tiesheng's illness gradually improved, and Lin Weimin was very happy for his friend.
That day Rong Shihui came to the Institute of Literature.
"Editor Rong, why are you here?"
"I'll send you the manuscript."
Rong Shihui took out the manuscripts from his bag. "Among these manuscripts, three were rejected directly. As for the other nine, your classmates need to revise them according to the requirements. We have made detailed comments on the manuscripts. If anyone does not understand, they can ask them to communicate with our editorial department."
The total word count of the 17 manuscripts adds up to more than 500,000 words, which is a huge project for the editors. The feedback they received in such a short time shows how serious and dedicated these editors are.
Only 5 out of 17 manuscripts can be published directly in the magazine, which is a ratio that is neither high nor low. Among them is Lin Weimin's novel "The Cliff".
"Okay, got it."
"How about An Yi's novel?"
Rong Shihui said: "It can be published and will be scheduled for the next issue."
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "That's good."
After Rong Shihui finished speaking, he wanted to leave, but Lin Weimin stopped him and said, "Don't leave yet."
"what?"
"Since I'm here, I might as well talk to my classmates about some issues related to manuscript revision, so that I don't come here in vain."
"All right."
The classmates were very welcoming to Rong Shihui's arrival. He was a senior editor of a famous magazine. For those people in the class who made a living by writing, his guidance was very useful.
After a while, a group of people gathered around Rong Shihui. Finally, they moved the position to the cafeteria and asked Rong Shihui to temporarily share an editing class with everyone. He even had lunch in the Institute of Literature and Research, and finally regained his freedom in the afternoon.
"Wow, you people in the Institute of Literature are so enthusiastic!" Rong Shihui said with lingering fear.
Lin Weimin chuckled and said, "You have to understand everyone. We are about to graduate. Whether the work can be published represents everyone's learning results. How can we not be serious?"
"Yes, yes, I understand. You guys are all the best at shoemaking. Previously, Xu Gang even went to Lao Meng and asked us to collect some of your students' manuscripts when you graduate, and see if there's anything we like that can be published.
I didn't expect that you, the boy, thought about what the leader thought and was anxious about what the leader was anxious about, and solved a big problem for your Director Xu!"
"Hey, I just stumbled upon this by accident."
After chatting for a while, Rong Shihui took the initiative to mention work.
"Don't worry about your job, Lao Tan told me it should be stable."
"Really?" Lin Weimin asked in surprise.
"Really? What Old Yan said must be correct. Just wait for your transfer order after graduation."
Lin Weimin held Rong Shihui's hand and said, "Thank you, President Yan, thank you, Editor-in-Chief Wei, thank you, Director Meng, thank you, Qin..."
“Alright, alright…” Rong Shihui pulled his hand out impatiently, with a look of disdain on his face, “You’re not good enough to show off. If someone doesn’t know you, they’d think you won some big prize.”
"Hey, aren't I excited?"
"You can be happy, but don't get carried away. Study hard during this period and don't do anything weird." Rong Shihui warned.
"Don't worry."
Lin Weimin was in high spirits and hummed a little tune as he returned to the office. When he saw Huang Zonghan coming towards him, he raised his voice.
"Old Huang, An Yi's article is going to be published in Contemporary Magazine."
Huang Zonghan looked at him speechlessly, "Didn't Editor Rong say that?"
"Did I tell you that? Maybe I forgot."
"What a character!" Huang Zonghan was very dissatisfied with Lin Weimin's boasting.
There were some happy and some sad people in today's class. More than 20 people participated in Lin Weimin's collective writing project and produced 17 manuscripts.
5 articles can be included in the album directly, 9 articles need to be revised, and 3 articles are directly rejected without even the chance to be revised.
The first two are easy to deal with, but the three unlucky guys who were shot were really a bit embarrassing.
We are all classmates, and we all wrote stories with the same theme and core. Others’ works were published, but yours were not.
Don’t ask, if you ask it’s a dish.
Among these three big losers, one of them is Cheng Shixu.
My buddy was devastated this time. Originally, Lin Weimin's writing plan was tailor-made for him, but he was eliminated directly. He felt like crying.
Fortunately, he had two brothers in distress to accompany him, one was Qu Xiaowei and the other was Jiao Yundian.
"Okay, don't be so sad. It's just a rejection. It's not like we haven't experienced this before." Lin Weimin put his arm around Cheng Shixu's shoulders and consoled him, "Look at that guy. Isn't he still alive and kicking?"
Cheng Shixu followed Lin Weimin's gaze and saw Qu Xiaowei fiddling with the tape in his hand. He had his signature afro wig on his head and was preparing for the dance party in the evening.
When Cheng Shixu saw Qu Xiaowei, he couldn't help but feel even more sad. Now he could only compete with this guy.
The waves caused by Rong Shihui's arrival in the class gradually subsided. Those whose manuscripts were rejected tried hard to try other directions, and those who needed to revise their manuscripts worked hard to revise them.
In the evening, Lin Weimin rode his bicycle out of School D and headed west.
Lin Weimin knocked on the door of No. 10, Door 6, Building 22, Muxidi.
It was Wan Fang who opened the door, and Lin Weimin politely greeted her, "Senior Sister."
"Hello, people. Come in."
Li Yuru was cooking. Mr. Wan was not in the study today, but sitting in the living room.
Seeing Lin Weimin coming, Mr. Wan made him a cup of tea.
"Sit for a while and wait for dinner." said Mr. Wan.
"Okay." Lin Weimin sat down and chatted with Mr. Wan.
After dinner, Mr. Wan called Lin Weimin into the study.
Just like the previous times, I first asked about some book lists and the content of the drama, and Lin Weimin answered fluently.
Mr. Wan nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, you are quite serious."
"As your student, do you still need to worry about such things?" Lin Weimin couldn't help but shudder.
"You don't act like an adult at all. You need to be more steady."
"Oh." Lin Weimin responded.
Lin Weimin observed Mr. Wan's expression, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Teacher, have you said hello to the Chinese Literature Society?"
This question is the purpose of Lin Weimin's visit today.
When Xu Gang revealed the secret to him before, the first person he thought of was Mr. Wan.
There is no one else around Lin Weimin except Mr. Wan who can arrange his work clearly with just one sentence.
Mr. Wan looked at Lin Weimin and smiled, "Yes."
It is indeed so.
Lin Weimin stood up excitedly, "Teacher, I... really don't know how to thank you."
Mr. Wan waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down.
"I mentioned your job before, and it seemed like you were in a difficult situation. It just so happens that I can help you. I accept you as my student, and I really don't know how many useful things I can teach you. If I can solve this problem, it will not be in vain for you to call me teacher."
"teacher……"
Lin Weimin's face was filled with emotion.
(End of this chapter)
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