Chapter 79 Lin Weimin
What do you think of when you mention Wanjiabao?
"Thunderstorm", "Sunrise", "Wilderness", "People of Yanjing", "Wang Zhaojun"...
The only person who can be ranked alongside him in the history of modern Chinese drama is the equally great Lao She.
How does Tang Yuqiu think he has the qualifications to be on par with Mr. Wan?
"Weimin, I appreciate your kindness. But it's enough for Mr. Wan to write the preface for you."
Lin Weimin said with a smile: "Teacher Tang, I am sincerely asking for your help. This is the first time for me to publish a book. As a teacher, you can't even help me with this little bit, right?"
Tang Yuqiu knew that she was just an ordinary teacher. Although she was responsible for teaching students at the Institute of Literature and Research, she was more engaged in management work. She had never written a novel and had no official status.
She was touched that Lin Weimin thought of his teacher at this time, which proved that he was a grateful person.
But the more Lin Weimin did this, the more she didn't want to take advantage of her students.
"Weimin! Thank you, teacher, but I know nothing about writing, so writing a preface for you would be just a nuisance..."
Tang Yuqiu didn't finish her words, but Lin Weimin already understood what she meant, and he decided to try a different approach.
"Teacher Tang. Mr. Wan is my teacher, and you are also my teacher! Since I asked Mr. Wan to write the preface, I can't be partial to one over the other, right?
Otherwise, how would other people see me? That guy, Lin Weimin, who wrote "The Cliff", was a student of the Institute of Literature. When he published his book, he only asked Mr. Wan, a teacher he picked up halfway, to write the preface. He didn't even read the preface of his teacher who taught them seriously. He is really snobbish."
Lin Weimin said this with a bitter look on his face, "Teacher, you don't want your students to have such a reputation in the future, right?"
Tang Yuqiu shook his head and laughed, "What nonsense! It's not as mysterious as you say."
"Teacher, please don't underestimate the public. They are just a bunch of idle people, and they can come up with anything!"
Lin Weimin looked like he was sighing and glanced at Tang Yuqiu from time to time.
Tang Yuqiu was amused by his rogue look, "Okay, got it. In order to fulfill your great image as a writer with a sense of loyalty and righteousness, I wrote this preface."
"Oh, that's right." The expression on Lin Weimin's face was so restrained that it could make countless young actors in later generations feel ashamed and sigh that they were not as good as him. This is called acting skills that can be controlled freely.
"You, you, you're so frivolous. I don't know when you can change. You're already in your twenties." Tang Yuqiu scolded him.
"Teacher, I'm only twenty. You removed the word 'more'."
"Go!" Tang Yuqiu's reading comprehension point went astray.
After chatting for a while, Lin Weimin stood up and said goodbye.
After he left, Tang Yuqiu stood at the door and watched his back.
"Okay, go back." The husband came over and said to her.
Tang Yuqiu turned around, her eyes red.
"I have been a teacher all my life, and today I feel that it is worth it!"
The husband gently held her in his arms and said, "You are so lucky to have such a student!"
A week later, Qin Chaoyang came to the editorial office and put the book in his hand on Lin Weimin's desk.
Looking at the big words "Cliff" on the cover, Lin Weimin stood up excitedly.
"Editor-in-Chief, is the book out?"
"Look, it's freshly baked and still hot!" said the old comrade with a smile.
Lin Weimin grinned and picked up the book. The freshly printed book still exuded the scent of ink.
He opened the book and found that the first two prefaces were written by Mr. Wan and Tang Yuqiu.
In the preface, Tang Yuqiu specifically mentioned the story of how she helped Lin Weimin contact Mr. Wan to be his mentor. Qin Chaoyang said at this time: "You found a good person to write this preface, which has become a good story in the literary world!"
"Editor-in-chief, are you exaggerating?"
Qin Chaoyang shook his head, "I'm not exaggerating, I see inheritance in it."
Lin Weimin didn't know why, but he felt a little embarrassed when Qin Chaoyang praised him.
He immediately began to reflect: This is not my style!
Could it be that I have really grown up?
Based on readers' feedback on the album during this period, the publishing house set a very bold number for the first print run of "The Cliff": 100,000 copies.
Even though some books have sold millions of copies in recent years, those books are either extremely influential literary classics or extremely popular literary works.
On the contrary, for active contemporary writers, the sales of their works usually start from tens of thousands of copies, and one hundred thousand copies is already a very good result.
The publishing house set a first print run of 100,000 copies for "The Cliff", which shows how much they are optimistic about this novel.
Qin Chaoyang told Lin Weimin the news, but Lin Weimin was not upset at all. He was paid for his work, not royalties, so it had nothing to do with him no matter how much the novel sold.
There was no such thing as royalties back then, but the remuneration could still be determined based on the number of copies printed, which was called print-count remuneration.
"The Cliff" is Lin Weimin's first novel. He had not achieved any success before this and he did not discuss these matters with the publishing house.
As long as the sales performance of "The Cliff" is outstanding, he will be qualified to fight for more benefits for himself in the future.
After Qin Chaoyang left, the people in the office clamored for Lin Weimin to treat them to a meal.
"Not today. I have a dinner date with a friend. I'll treat you guys to a meal tomorrow at noon."
Everyone then quieted down, still discussing Lin Weimin's book.
Guowen Press is one of the best publishing houses in the country, and its employees are talented, including many famous writers.
For example, Qin Chaoyang has been engaged in literary creation since his youth. Although he is not as well-known as those names that are familiar to the public, he is also a powerful writer recognized for the quality and popularity of his works.
There are many people like Qin Chaoyang who are both editors and writers, such as Tu An, Wei Junyi and so on.
What makes Lin Weimin special among these people is his age. He is so young that whenever people see Lin Weimin, watching him laughing all day long, it is always difficult to associate him with those works printed in lead type.
Lin Weimin left a little early in the afternoon. He rode his bicycle out of the Chinese Literature Society. He did not lie to his colleagues and he did have an appointment today.
The person who invited him was Qu Xiaowei, and the restaurant was booked at Quanjude.
As soon as he entered the restaurant, Lin Weimin saw Qu Xiaowei standing in front of the table waving at him.
"Come, let me introduce him to you. This is my good brother, the rising star of Chinese literature, Lin Weimin."
Lin Weimin felt the physical discomfort he had felt when Qin Chaoyang praised him again. Damn it, how could he still have the nerve to do that? He couldn't stand being praised.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. You're making fun of yourself." Lin Weimin waved his hand to stop Qu Xiaowei. He looked at the two beautiful young girls at the table and said to Qu Xiaowei, "Let me introduce you to these two female comrades."
(End of this chapter)
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