Chapter 783 The most wise decision in my life
"Feng*Fei*" has been published for several months and the controversy has never stopped. In the beginning, due to the low-key handling of the matter by Guowen Publishing House, not many people participated in the crusade against Mo Yan.
But as time goes by, "Feng*Fei*" is like the bright moon in the night sky, which cannot be hidden at all, and the criticism of this novel and its author Mo Yan is getting louder and louder.
Recently, several conservative old writers have joined the ranks of those denouncing Mo Yan. The voices of condemnation have suddenly become louder, causing Mo Yan to feel somewhat panicked.
When Yu Hua said this, his expression seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"Just say it if you have something to say!" Lin Weimin said.
Yu Hua said: "I think Mo Yan might have had some gourd leftovers from you!"
"What's the meaning?"
Yu Hua explained: "In fact, it's not just his novels that have been criticized recently. Jia Pingwa's Wasted City and Wang Xiaobo's The Golden Age have also not escaped criticism. You approved the publication of these three novels..."
"Are you saying this trend is abnormal?"
Yu Hua nodded slightly, "I think it's more like it's directed at you."
Lin Weimin fell silent after hearing this. He had always been unpopular among the pro-American and liberal factions in China, who considered him to be a conservative remnant.
On the other hand, due to many controversial points in his works, Lin Weimin is also not well-received by conservative writers, who consider him to be a spokesperson for liberalism.
In short, you can't please both sides.
Fortunately, Lin Weimin has a strong mass base and has been given more and more titles over the years, so he has ignored most of the dissatisfaction and criticisms from the outside world.
Now, liberals attack him as a conservative, and conservatives attack his writers as liberals.
I have to say that this operation is full of irony and dramatic black humor.
"Mo Yan can't bear it anymore?" Lin Weimin asked.
Yu Hua replied: "He is under a lot of pressure, but his leader is under even more pressure."
Writing letters to certain departments is not a normal procedure for expressing academic criticism.
The rhetoric of some people's letters is open and aboveboard. They first express their love for the cause of * and then talk about their indignation at anti-* novels. If this kind of letter is placed on the desk of any leader, it is like a pulled grenade. Who would not be terrified?
"So what is he going to do?"
"What can I do? Change my career!"
"Have you thought about it?"
"That's right. Anyway, if he doesn't leave now, he will feel embarrassed to stay any longer and cause trouble to others, right?"
Yu Hua's eyes rolled around as he spoke, and he had a lot of evil thoughts in mind.
Lin Weimin knew him too well and asked, "So what? Are you planning to come here and cause me trouble?"
Yu Hua smiled brightly upon hearing this, "Hey, Teacher Lin, you are Hu Baoyi from Yanjing!"
Lin Weimin was speechless. Can you cover up your scheme against me a little? This is too blatant!
He thought for a moment and said, "He can definitely get a higher salary here than he does in the army, but he can't join the Chinese Literature Society."
Mo Yan asked Lin Weimin for help in changing his career, so he certainly couldn't just ignore it. In the past two years, the Guowen Society has had a lot of business and many vacancies, so it would not be difficult to arrange a job for Mo Yan.
Yu Hua smiled and said, "No problem, no problem. As for the welfare benefits in the community, what else can he complain about? Besides, he is not as discerning as I am. He came to you early. Now that he comes, it's good enough to get this treatment!"
Lin Weimin glanced at him and asked, "How did you get here at that time? Don't you have any idea?"
If I hadn't seen you leaving the house with nothing...
"Why didn't he tell me directly if he had something to say?" Lin Weimin asked.
Yu Hua said with a smile: "He has been back in the army for several years and has rarely contacted you..."
Yu Hua said a lot, but it can be summed up in two words - unfamiliar.
Mo Yan is not like Yu Hua, with a rather dull personality. When he was studying at Yenching University a few years ago, he published many works and was in frequent contact with Lin Weimin. After returning to the army, the environment became closed and they naturally had less contact.
Everything else is easy to talk about, but changing careers and finding a job is a big deal. Mo Yan was a little embarrassed to speak up, so he had to use Yu Hua to talk about it.
"Okay, let him apply to the army, and I will accept him." Lin Weimin instructed Yu Hua.
"Okay!" Yu Hua responded happily.
Lin Weimin originally thought that Mo Yan would have to wait one or two months before reporting to Yanjing, but he did not expect that just one week after Yu Hua told him about this, Mo Yan appeared in the Chinese Literature Society.
"What's going on? Are your troops sending the God of Plague?" Lin Weimin joked.
Mo Yan's face showed a bit of embarrassment. "Recently, someone wrote to ** to report my problems. The leaders were under a lot of pressure. I took the initiative to apply for a transfer, and the leaders were very happy. I submitted a report in the morning and it was approved in the afternoon."
Mo Yan said this with an embarrassed look on his face, and Lin Weimin couldn't help but burst out laughing.
After laughing, Lin Weimin said to Mo Yan, "Okay, let's go. Now the leaders of the army can rest assured."
After having someone complete the entry formalities for Mo Yan, Lin Weimin said to him, "Let's go, I'll take you to see your new unit."
Leading Mo Yan out of the Chinese Literature Society, Lin Weimin asked on the way: "Have you arranged a place to stay?"
"I've found a guest house first. In a couple of days I'll be ready to clean up my yard and bring my family over."
When talking about residence, Mo Yan's eyes were wide with smile, things in this world are so mysterious.
When he was studying in Yanjing, he had thought about staying here, but when he thought about taking the army's salary and allowances for so many years in vain, and then having to leave the army after returning from his studies, he couldn't make up his mind.
Now, because of the novel, he has become a person that the leaders in the army are afraid to avoid, so he has to return to Yanjing to ask Teacher Lin for help in arranging a job.
The courtyard house he bought with the inspiration of Teacher Lin and Tong Zhonggui finally came in handy this time.
Lin Weimin said with a smile: "Your yard is not cheap now!"
Speaking of this, Mo Yan laughed even more happily.
The housing prices in Yanjing fluctuated a bit in 1992 and 1993, but have resumed a steady upward trend in the past two years. Yu Hua also told him that his courtyard house could now be sold for at least 500,000 yuan.
Mo Yan recalled the inexplicable impulse to buy a house back then, and felt that the gears of fate were turning.
Lin Weimin brought Mo Yan to the office of Wenhua Film and Television on the first floor of the Guowen Society's staff building. It was deserted when they entered. There were only two people in the office, a cashier, Sister Xu, and Xiao Gong, a clerk who had just been employed for a short time.
"Where is Xiao Tong?" Lin Weimin asked as he entered the room.
The new clerk was very young and knew Lin Weimin. When he saw him asking about Tong Zhonggui, he looked a little nervous and didn't know how to answer.
Sister Xu looked calm and said very experiencedly, "Director Tong has gone to the set."
Lin Weimin didn't take it seriously, and didn't even ask which film set they were going to.
He introduced her to Sister Xu: "This is the newcomer in the company... Chief Screenwriter Comrade Mo Yan. His salary and benefits have been determined by the company. He will be managed by Xiao Tong for the time being. You can introduce the company's situation to him later."
It's hard for Teacher Lin to come up with a title now. After all, Mo Yan is a well-known writer. He can't just be an unknown soldier when he comes to Wenhua Film and Television, although that is the fact.
The editor-in-chief personally sent Mo Yan to take up the post, so Sister Xu naturally did not dare to neglect him. She enthusiastically introduced the company's situation to Mo Yan and took him to visit several nearby offices.
Several offices nearby are also affiliated units of the Guowen Press. When they are gathered together, there is a harmonious atmosphere like that of a big family.
"Okay, you can just stay here and relax from now on. If you have any questions, talk to Xiao Tong. If you two can't decide, come and ask me. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. I'll ask Yu Hua to arrange something to welcome you."
Lin Weimin said a few words to Mo Yan and left. After he left, the office returned to a quiet atmosphere.
The clerk was tidying up Mo Yan's desk, and Sister Xu was reading a newspaper, occasionally sipping tea.
Mo Yan hesitated for a moment and asked Sister Xu: "When will Zhong Gui come?"
Sister Xu looked at her watch. "Oh, that's possible. He said he was writing a new novel recently. I guess he stayed up late again last night and didn't get up."
Mo Yan was stunned for a moment. Didn’t he say he was going to the set?
Then he realized that it must be just an excuse.
Mo Yan looked at Sister Xu's relaxed and indifferent expression, was silent for a moment, and had a sudden realization in his heart.
A blessing in disguise.
Mo Yan asked Sister Xu for some company information, saying that he wanted to take a look. Sister Xu looked through the pages and found a bunch of scripts.
"You've seen the company's situation. Actually, there's nothing wrong. The films we invested in have already started shooting. Oh, by the way, Zhang Yimou's film hasn't started shooting yet. He's still working on the script.
There is not much information, just a lot of scripts. These are the ones that will be filmed, and these are the ones that were eliminated. Just take a look at them, and don’t spread them around.”
Sister Xu handed all the scripts to Mo Yan, and then said, "You just started work today, don't rush to read the script. Take a walk around and get familiar with the environment..."
As the two were talking, Tong Zhonggui walked into the office. Seeing Mo Yan, he was surprised and asked, "Why are you here so soon?"
After he finished speaking, he realized that this was a bit inappropriate, and explained: "Yu Hua just told me last week that you wanted to change your career."
Mo Yan smiled and said, "I am a hot potato right now. The leaders don't dare to keep me. They can't wait for me to leave!"
Tong Zhonggui said with a laugh: "It's good to change the environment. Wenhua has just been established and is in need of manpower."
He then asked, "What position has the company assigned to you?"
Mo Yan thought for a moment and said, "Chief screenwriter."
"Chief screenwriter? When did this position come into being?"
Sister Xu interrupted, "The editor-in-chief said you are in charge."
Mo Yan said: "I'll trouble you to take care of me from now on."
"Don't be so restrained. You just got here and don't know the situation of our company yet..."
Tong Zhonggui stopped talking here, thinking that it would take a while to explain it clearly, and said, "Come on, I'll take you around, they are all brother units."
Mo Yan said: "Sister Xu has already taken me there just now."
"Oh." Tong Zhonggui thought for a moment and said, "Want to go out for a walk?"
"Where are you going?"
"Go to Yimou. He is working on Mr. Lin's film, If You Are the One. Liu Heng is the screenwriter."
Mo Yan hesitated and said, "Then this side..."
Tong Zhonggui said: "Going to review the script is also official business."
Sister Xu also said: "That's right, that's right!"
Mo Yan suddenly didn't want to talk anymore.
Changing career was truly the wisest decision he had ever made in his life!
Mo Yan ran away on his first day at work, but next to Wenhua Film and Television, a discussion about him was going on.
"I didn't expect Lian Moyan to join the Chinese Literature Society."
"That's normal. There is never a shortage of writers, poets, and translators in the National Literature Society."
"His novel hasn't received very good reviews recently. I saw a lot of people criticizing it!"
"As a literary critic, which writer's novels don't get criticized? Editor-in-Chief Lin is such a great writer, why should he be criticized?"
…
Several editors in the editorial department of "The King of Painting" were chatting when Wang Yongsheng walked in from outside.
Hearing that the great writer Mo Yan had come to work at Wenhua Film and Television, he smiled and said, "The team in our family building has grown again!"
After chatting with everyone for a while, someone asked, "Editor-in-chief, can Xiao Yao come over?"
Wang Yongsheng said, "Come, 80 yuan per page for the manuscript. If you come, I will give him the manga adaptation of Spirited Away. How can you not come with such a generous offer?"
"Can he do it? He hasn't even finished a full length novel yet!"
"It has to work. The painting style of Spirited Away is quite demanding, and only Xiao Yan can meet the requirements, but he has to paint Season of Flowers and Rain, and Snow Coconut. It's good enough to recruit Xiao Yao back, so you guys can help review it!"
It has been more than four months since the magazine resumed publication in May, and Hua Wang has published nine issues. After the sales of the third issue exceeded 2 million copies, the sales of the following issues gradually stabilized, and the current highest sales of a single issue has reached 2.8 million copies.
This achievement has far surpassed the original "Painting Book King" and has swept away all the domestic peers who mainly published Nihong comics.
No one dares to laugh at the fact that Guowen Publishing House spent 1 million to buy "The King of Picture Books".
(End of this chapter)
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