Chapter 713: I still have to follow the editor-in-chief
Yu Hua was a little depressed.
The review he wrote was published in the important literary journal "Yenching Literature".
But it seemed to have little influence. He wandered around various offices for two days but saw no colleagues discussing it, and no critics wrote articles specifically to criticize him.
This result was nothing compared to the reaction after Tong Zhonggui's article was published, and he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.
After comparing the two articles over and over again, he sadly discovered that he seemed to be too conservative. He focused the discussion of the article on the novel "The Thirteenth Son of the South China Sea", which was itself a strategic mistake.
Within half a month, more than 20 review articles about "The Thirteenth Son of the South China Sea" have been published in major newspapers and magazines across the country. Almost all of them praise the novel. Yu Hua's article seems unremarkable among them.
On the contrary, Tong Zhonggui's article, although obviously off-topic in the second half, produced a unique effect by virtue of its unconditional flattery of Teacher Lin.
Yu Hua summed up the experience and lessons learned, and couldn't help but admire Tong Zhonggui in his heart.
It’s a pity that Xiao Tong doesn’t want to be a leader!
However, the flattery has been done, and even though the response has been a little small, Teacher Lin still has to be made aware of it!
When Yu Hua was thinking about how to "inadvertently" let Teacher Lin know about his comment, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the picture on TV.
"The domestic film Farewell My Concubine, directed by Cheng Kaige and adapted from the original novel by Lin Weimin and distributed by Yanjing Film Studio, won the Best Foreign Language Film Award at the 66th Academy Awards ceremony held in Los Angeles last night.
The original novel of "Farewell My Concubine" has a very high reputation and influence overseas. The adapted film won the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film, which is the first time that a Chinese film has won this honor.
Before the Academy Awards, Farewell My Concubine also won the New York Film Critics Circle Award, the Los Angeles Film Association Award, the American Television Film Golden Globe Award and many other Academy Award precursor awards..."
Did "Farewell My Concubine" win the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film?
Yu Hua was stunned for a long time, and only reacted after the news was over.
Before the mid-1980s, the three major European film festivals were the most prestigious in the eyes of the Chinese film industry. However, with the reform and opening up in recent years, more and more information from outside has been reported by domestic media. Since when, the American Academy Awards has gradually become the most important film award in the hearts of domestic filmmakers.
In the late 1980s, the media began to hype the concept of so-called "Oscar-winning films," which were actually just films selected by the Film Bureau.
Over the past few years, not only the media and filmmakers, but also many ordinary people have been completely brainwashed and regard the Academy Awards as a world-class award on par with the Nobel Prize.
The next morning, after breakfast, Yu Hua left the house and passed by a newsstand. He casually glanced at the newspaper.
Sure enough, the news that "Farewell My Concubine" won the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film" has become the headlines of major newspapers. This headline is much more important than the news reports in the Youth Rag Tiger Series.
He flipped through seven newspapers, and five of them put the news on the headlines. The other two newspapers, although not on the headlines, also placed it in an important position on the front page.
This is the influence of the Oscars!
Yu Hua was sighing when the newspaper selling lady said something.
"Are you going to buy it or not?"
"purchase!"
Yu Hua bought more than a dozen newspapers, all of which reported that "Farewell My Concubine" won the Oscar.
He took the newspaper to the Guowen Publishing House, and the first thing he did was to run to Lin Weimin's office.
"Teacher Lin, congratulations! Congratulations to you!"
Yu Hua greeted people with a smile and slammed a pile of newspapers on Lin Weimin's desk. He also "accidentally" dropped the article of "Yenching Literature" with his comments on Lin Weimin's desk.
Lin Weimin had just arrived at the office. Last night he had received a call from Xu Feng in the United States. After Xu Feng’s call, he received several more calls congratulating him.
There was Old Teng who had just retired to the second line, Cheng Zhigu from Yanying Studio, and even the head of China Film...
"Farewell My Concubine" won the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film. The production company and the original author didn't make much of a fuss, but it did make the relevant units very excited.
“…This is a small step for you, but a big step for Chinese cinema! You have changed the history of Chinese cinema.”
Yu Hua learned a profound lesson from the previous lesson, and showed no mercy in his words. Anyway, there was no outsider around at the moment, so when would he lick her?
“Dededede!”
Lin Weimin interrupted his disgusting flattery and asked, "Why are you here to talk about the ozone layer when you're not at work?"
It doesn’t matter if the leader is impatient. The flattery has been delivered, and Yu Hua left the office with peace of mind.
After returning to Tongwen Press, my colleagues were indeed discussing the fact that "Farewell My Concubine" won the award. They were all extremely excited, as if they had won the award.
Putting aside the media's excessive hype about the Oscars, this is indeed something that the Chinese people should be proud of. After all, it is a heavyweight award, and no one has ever won it before.
“Isn’t the editor-in-chief’s book going to be a big seller again this time?” said a colleague.
"Of course. Last year, it sold over 10 million copies. With the Oscars this year, how can we not sell an extra million copies?"
"It's amazing! One person has two books with sales of tens of millions!"
Colleagues were happily discussing Lin Weimin and "Farewell My Concubine", and Cheng Zaochun also found Lin Weimin.
"Print more, you must print more vigorously! Haha!"
Lin Weimin looked helpless, "You came here just to talk about this?"
Cheng Zaochun controlled his emotions and said, "Of course it's not just this one thing. It's been more than half a month since Nanhai Shisanlang was published. I think we can hold a seminar on the work next month."
"Isn't that necessary?"
The purpose of a work seminar is largely to promote the work and gain recognition from colleagues in the industry. With Lin Weimin's current status, he does not need to consider these things at all.
"Well, we have to do it. Although this form doesn't bring any benefits to you now, it is a form of publicity after all. It can not only expand the influence of the work, but also expand the influence of our Chinese Literature Society!
People from Guangdong have contacted the company, saying that they hope that their province can hold a seminar on this work, um…"
At this point, Cheng Zaochun's expression became awkward, and Lin Weimin had already guessed what he was going to say.
After the publication of "The Thirteenth Son of the South China Sea", people from Guangdong contacted him, and the content was exactly the same as what Cheng Zaochun said. In order to invite Lin Weimin, Guangdong specifically stated that they could arrange round-trip air tickets, accommodation and all necessary receptions for the thirty guests.
Thirty guests are already a lot for a large-scale work seminar, but since the invitation came from Guangdong, it must be mainly people from Guangdong's cultural circles. Lin Weimin does not need thirty people to attend at all.
To put it bluntly, giving so many places means allowing everyone to travel at public expense!
He had been working outside for nearly three months in the second half of last year. It was just the beginning of the new year and Lin Weimin really didn't want to work there anymore, so he politely declined the proposal from Guangdong.
Unexpectedly, they found a breakthrough from Cheng Zaochun's side.
"You won't agree, will you?" Lin Weimin asked.
"No, I'm asking for your opinion too!"
"It takes at least a week to make this trip..."
Cheng Zaochun advised: "You are so busy at work, you should go out and relax when you have time!"
Lin Weimin teased, "You've been bought off by such a small favor?"
"I heard that the editor at Buhuhu has been a bit upset lately!"
“The work pressure is too great!”
Lin Weimin immediately understood what Cheng Zaochun meant. "You want everyone to go out and relax?"
Cheng Zaochun nodded, "Last year, these comrades really made great contributions to the commune. It's good to have this opportunity you provided for everyone to relax. After all, the youth tigers will be busy again soon, and you can also go out and relax!"
Lin Weimin thought about it and felt that it made some sense.
It was he who took care of the Youth Cloth Tiger project. The publishing house was short of staff, which invisibly increased the workload of many editors. This benefit was a reward for everyone.
"Okay, no matter how busy you are at work, these few days won't make a difference. Just think of it as a combination of work and rest. You reply over there and we'll go over when you set a time." Lin Weimin said.
Cheng Zaochun left the office satisfied.
Half a day later, a thunderous cheer and shout suddenly broke out in the temporary office of the Buhuhu Book Series, scaring several surrounding offices.
"Are you going to rebel?" the old editor in the Foreign Language Department muttered. The noise coming from the office of the Tiger Series was still noisy, and everyone started discussing.
Just then, a young editor in the office came back from outside, and everyone asked, "Xiao Peng, what happened just now?"
"It is said that a seminar will be held in Guangdong on the editor-in-chief's novel."
It is not uncommon to hold symposiums on Lin Weimin's works. "The Thirteenth Son of the South China Sea" tells the story of a famous Cantonese opera artist, so it is reasonable to hold a symposium on his works in Guangdong. But why are the people over at the Buhuhu Book Series so excited about this?
"What are they so excited about?"
"Guangdong has given us 30 places. In addition to the critics and scholars that the company often invites, all the people from Bu Lao Hu will go too."
Xiao Peng said this with an envious expression on his face.
"All of them?"
All the colleagues were filled with surprise, this was a big deal!
We are all editors, and we all understand that this kind of work seminar held in other places, apart from the content of the seminar itself, the rest is basically sightseeing, eating, drinking and having fun, which can be regarded as a publicly funded tour.
"Well, thirty people, but we haven't gathered enough people yet. There are still a few spots left. They said they will be divided among several editorial offices in the company."
After hearing Xiao Peng's words, everyone also showed envious expressions.
"Everyone benefits from following the editor-in-chief!" Xiao Peng said with a smile.
All the colleagues nodded in agreement. Not only did they benefit from this, but it was a big benefit in itself!
A trip for 30 people to Guangdong would cost at least 30,000 to 40,000 yuan. It's really a big investment!
In less than half an hour, the news that the editorial team of the Ragdoll series was going on a public-funded tour to Guangdong with the help of Lin Weimin spread throughout the Guowen Publishing House.
At the same time, the remaining few places have become the focus of everyone's attention.
These days, Guangdong is the bridgehead of reform and opening up, and many popular things in the inland areas are introduced from Guangdong’s ports.
Being able to take a free trip to Guangdong is a great benefit.
You still have to follow the editor-in-chief!
(End of this chapter)
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