Chapter 643: Not Winning the Nobel Prize is a Loss of the Prize
Nowadays, publishing houses like Guowen Publishing House all have overseas business, but the scale is basically negligible compared with that of the main publishing house, and overseas distribution is the responsibility of the International Book Trading Corporation. The meager foreign exchange income cannot be collected by them, and they can only receive RMB.
Therefore, to this day, such a large organization as the Guowen Society does not even have a foreign exchange account, which is really sad to say.
Lin Chunhui slapped down 80,000 yuan with one slap, which really shocked the inexperienced Old Cheng. He hurriedly called the director of finance to bring some money.
But after the initial excitement passed, Cheng Zaochun's mood calmed down again.
No matter whether it is 80,000 or 800,000, Guowen Publishing House cannot keep it anyway and has to convert it into RMB at the official exchange rate.
When he thought about losing so much foreign exchange, he felt his heart bleed.
You have to know that the money used to purchase documents from various countries this year was all in foreign exchange, and it was all approved after he wrote a report. The Guowen Publishing House has a fixed foreign exchange quota of 18,000 yuan every year, and this year it has even exceeded the budget.
After making an appointment with Lin Chunhui to have dinner together in the evening, Cheng Zaochun saw them off and sighed.
Lin Weimin knew him too well and of course knew what he was worried about.
The World Literature Classics Collection is only in the editing stage now, but a boss from Taiwan has already come with money to introduce it. If it is published, it may be able to achieve great success in the overseas market.
This overseas market includes Hong Kong, Taiwan, Macau and Southeast Asian countries where many Chinese people gather.
But Guowen Press didn’t even have a foreign exchange account, so any money it earned was in vain, and all that money was just bringing glory to the Bank of China.
"Don't sigh. I think we can talk about this. If we really earn foreign exchange for the country, we can talk to the higher-ups and have them open an account for us and leave us some money in proportion!"
Nowadays, many state-owned enterprises with overseas business can retain part of the foreign exchange. Guowenshe certainly does not have their kind of trade strength, but it should not be difficult to beg the higher-ups for an opening.
"Old Cheng, whether you can keep this foreign exchange depends on whether you are thick-skinned enough!"
Cheng Zaochun glared at Lin Weimin and said, "If you don't know how to speak, then don't speak."
Forget it, let’s go for a run.
Judging from the current situation, maybe the "World Literature Classics Collection" can really give Guowen Publishing House a big boost. If there is a sum of foreign exchange from time to time in the future, but they have to be forced to convert it into RMB, what's the difference between that and cutting their flesh with a knife?
Moreover, the knife was blunt and it would hurt him from time to time.
The news that a big boss from Taiwan Island came to Guowen Press with rice and knives to buy the copyright of "World Literature Classics Collection" spread throughout Guowen Press in just one hour, and immediately topped the Guowen Press's top search list of the day, suppressing the news that "Lin Weimin won the Strega Literature Award."
"This is incredible. They showed up at my door with a rice knife in hand. I've been in the Chinese Literature Society for half my life, and this is the first time I've seen something like this!"
"Who said it wasn't true? It sounds ridiculous, but it really happened. Lin Weimin is really capable!"
"Hehe, at the beginning of the year, many people said that I was 'ambitious', but this time they've been slapped in the face."
"I heard that the copyright fee alone is 160,000 US dollars. Is it true?"
"It should be true. They said they would give it to me in three installments. This was the first time, 80,000 yuan was given, and the next two times, 40,000 yuan each time."
"It's really amazing. I never thought our Chinese Literature Society would be able to earn foreign exchange one day!"
The story of Lin Chunhui carrying a rice knife and going to the door to ask for copyright was not only shocking, but also dramatic, which made his colleagues enjoy discussing it.
When the People's Publishing House next door heard the news, it was impossible not to feel jealous.
We all work in the same building, so how can you earn foreign exchange?
The news continued to spread, and within just one day, it had spread throughout the publishing system in Yanjing.
Seeing that the news had spread almost everywhere, Cheng Zaochun got in the car and naturally ran up to the higher-ups to claim credit.
When he returned to the Guowen Society in the evening, he showed off to Lin Weimin with a happy face.
The deal was done.
The higher-ups promised that Guowen Publishing House could open a foreign exchange account and retain 20% of its overseas copyright income.
The copyright fee that Lin Chunhui paid for the "World Literature Classics Collection" was 160,000 US dollars. So from this income alone, Guowen Publishing House can keep 32,000 US dollars, which is almost enough for Guowen Publishing House's foreign exchange quota for three years.
Cheng Zaochun's joy was understandable, but Lin Weimin urged, "Hurry up and ask Lao Song to take the documents to the bank, open an account and deposit the money first, so as to avoid any more trouble later."
Lao Song is the director of the financial department of the company.
"That makes sense, that makes sense. You are right to remind him. Let him hurry up and do it tomorrow."
The foreign exchange issue was settled, and Cheng Zaochun praised: "Weimin, it seems that this time we made the right decision to publish the World Literature Masterpieces Collection."
Seeing that the old comrade was a little proud again, Lin Weimin couldn't help but discourage him, "Don't think too much. At best, we can sell the copyright to a few countries and regions, and it's estimated to be only a few hundred thousand dollars."
Cheng Zaochun was not frustrated at all. "Aren't hundreds of thousands of Mi Pai enough? If our Guowen Press can keep 100,000 or 80,000 Mi Pai, it will be convenient for us to do anything in the future. Even the introduction of computer printing equipment is just around the corner."
The old comrade was talking nonsense all the time. When Xinhua Printing Factory first installed computer printing equipment, it cost millions of dollars, and the factory director almost ran away with his underwear.
With the strength of the Guowen Society, we will finally achieve our goal in the near future.
Although Lin Weimin didn't say anything, how could Cheng Zaochun not understand the look in his eyes? He was smiling with a kind look.
"Aren't you still here?"
Lin Weimin: …
The copyright of "Collection of World Literary Masterpieces" was sold before it was published. No matter how you look at it, it is a great joyous event for the Guowen Publishing House. The atmosphere in the publishing house has been full of joy these days.
That morning, Lin Weimin was reviewing the manuscript when he saw Yu Hua peeking at the door with a suspicious look in his eyes.
"If you want to go in, just go in. Why are you being so sneaky?"
Yu Hua just came in, holding a publication in his hand with a subtle expression on his face.
"Teacher Lin, there is a publication that I think you should take a look at."
"Publications? Criticizing the works published by the publishing house?"
Yu Hua said nothing and handed the publication to Lin Weimin.
It turned out to be "Nandu Weekend".
"Nandu Weekend" is a weekly magazine founded by Nandu Newspaper and Media Group in 1984.
Since the 1990s, "close-up" reportage has become popular in the domestic literary world. This creative form, created by Chinese writers, has attracted the attention of a large number of readers in a short period of time. Authors often use names such as "City A" and "Province B" to describe a vague place name, and even the protagonists of the reports use pseudonyms.
"Nandu Weekend" is the biggest beneficiary of this new style of writing. In the past two years, relying on its three magic weapons, "long serials", "close-ups" and "original layout", "Nandu Weekend" has been thriving in the domestic newspaper and periodical industry and has become the talk of the town.
Lin Weimin was in the publishing industry, so he was naturally aware of the rise of Southern Metropolis Weekend, but he was very disgusted with it.
Anyone who has read the so-called "reportage" that they play with, which uses vague "place names" and "names of people", knows very well how much "water" it contains.
This water is not the water used by online writers. Online writers at least have some conscience and use tap water. But the water used by Southern Metropolis Weekend is real "nuclear sewage."
To describe a fictitious event vividly, to reverse right and wrong, to confuse right and wrong, knowing full well that it is all imagined and fabricated. It is really just a matter of starting with a pen and the rest is all made up. This is the so-called "close-up" reportage.
Lin Weimin had no favorable impression of Southern Metropolis Weekend, and he had no idea what Yu Hua's purpose was in getting this publication, but he only took a glance at it and immediately saw information related to himself.
"Lin Weimin: Not winning the Nobel Prize in Literature is a loss for the award."
Damn it!
Seeing this title, Lin Weimin took a deep breath. The UC editor came out thirty years early?
An interview article about Strega Prize winner Lin Weimin was published on the front page of Southern Metropolis Weekend. The article was not long, only about 2,000 words.
Lin Weimin finished sweeping in three or four minutes, feeling nauseous as if he had swallowed a fly.
He didn't even have to guess, this must have been the work of a reporter who interviewed him at the airport a few days ago.
The reporter did not talk nonsense in the article and stated the basic facts, but the only problem was when Lin Weimin answered the question about the Nobel Prize in Literature.
This author directly tampered with Lin Weimin's words.
"As for the Nobel Prize in Literature, it would be a lie to say that I didn't think about it. It's not something I can decide. If they win, it's an honor, but if they don't, it's a loss. So there's no need to take it so seriously."
Just a few words changed his original "normal mind" into a kind of "arrogance". Combined with the news that Lin Weimin had just won the Strega Prize for Literature, the four words "a villain succeeds" immediately jumped onto the paper, extremely vivid.
Damn it, it’s a waste of your talent not to be a screenwriter!
Zhao Gongli and Lin Weimin stared at the signature of the article. This person should be one of the reporters who interviewed him that day, or just a chief writer of "Nandu Weekend".
You said you want to interview me, so go ahead and I cooperated. We have no grudges against each other. Why do you have to tamper with my words and portray me as a villain? What is your intention?
Lin Weimin was a little confused and could only conclude that this situation was a media attempt to attract attention.
After all, the bottom line of southern media has always been low.
"Teacher Lin!"
Seeing that Lin Weimin had been staring at the article for a long time without any reaction, Yu Hua couldn't help but call him.
Lin Weimin raised his head, his expression calm, without any anger at all.
"Did you buy this publication?"
"Well, I passed by the newsstand this morning and saw your front page, so I bought it to read. I didn't expect..."
Yu Hua hesitated to speak.
Lin Weimin showed a somewhat helpless smile on his face, "This reporter probably tampered with my words just to attract attention."
Yu Hua was not surprised. He thought he knew Teacher Lin well and knew that given his personality, he would never say such a thing.
Yu Hua was furious. "This kind of reporter is really outrageous. What a jerk!"
Lin Weimin put the newspaper on the table and said, "In recent years, the economy has developed rapidly, and people are only interested in money and making a lot of money. Conscience is not something that everyone has anymore."
"Teacher Lin, we cannot allow this kind of false news to ferment. You must quickly contact the newspaper and ask them to correct the news." Yu Hua reminded.
What Yu Hua said makes sense, but the problem is that it's disgusting.
This report article by Southern Metropolis Daily contains nine true and one false content. Except for the eye-catching title and the tampering of one question, most of the content is true.
This situation is not easy to deal with.
But if he really lets it go, Lin Weimin himself won't be able to get over it.
(End of this chapter)
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