Chapter 869 Let more people see
Haohai Building is a good place, especially the corner of the bookstore on the second floor.
A row of long tables and a hundred or so folding chairs form a somewhat comfortable and literary paradise in the slightly bustling library building.
Meetings, tea parties and discussions are held here every few days, and authors, translators and editors can all be met here.
Compared to those formal work seminars, these small meetings are more homely in nature. People sit around the table with a cup of tea, readers can ask questions at will, and the speeches are mostly heart-to-heart talks, so they are more relaxed and warm.
The only difference in today's meeting is the identities of the two writers. One is Lin Weimin, a famous writer who has been active in the literary world for nearly 20 years and has already gained international fame. The other is Pizi Cai, a young writer of the new generation who was born in Taiwan and is a fledgling but popular writer.
The identities and statuses of the two people are very different, and this difference is also very obvious during the communication process.
Although Mr. Lin is already an "old man", a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Moreover, it is said that men are in their prime at 41. He is in the golden age of a man's life. He talked eloquently and gracefully to the readers and reporters present, and the young girls present were bewitched and fascinated.
As for the male compatriots present, in addition to admiration and envy, jealousy is also inevitable.
The last activity of the meeting was signing autographs for readers. There were not many readers coming today, all of them were students from various universities in Yenching University. Each of them brought two or three books for their classmates, and all the signing was completed in less than twenty minutes.
The readers gradually dispersed, and when most people had left, Pizi Cai came over and took out a few books.
"Teacher Lin, could you please sign a few names for me?"
Lin Weimin took a look at the books in Pizi Cai's hands, and they turned out to be several books he published in Taiwan.
Lin Weimin's works were first introduced to Taiwan by Lin Bai Publishing House in 1985, with Pan Yaoming, general manager of Hong Kong Joint Publishing, as the middleman. At that time, Lin Bai Publishing House introduced a collection of works by mainland writers, and the response was quite good.
But what really caused a big response was the "Contemporary Mainland Chinese Writers Series" published by Guo Feng's New World Publishing House in 1989. This series of books caused a great sensation in Taiwan, and many mainland writers became known to Taiwan readers.
It is a series of books. In the first two years, it introduced the works of more than 20 mainland writers. It has always been published in volumes according to the type of works, such as classic literature volume, literature by female writers volume, minority literature volume, poetry volume, prose volume, short story volume, literary criticism volume, etc.
In 1989, Guo Feng came to Guowen Publishing House, seeking to introduce Lin Weimin's works to the island again. He proposed to publish his works in a separate volume, which was an extraordinary treatment. Lin Weimin readily agreed.
The books in Pizi Cai's hands were exactly the "Contemporary Mainland Chinese Writers Series - Lin Weimin Volume" published by Sun Hung Kai Publishing House. It looked like they were not newly purchased for the purpose of getting autographs, but had been there for several years.
"This set of books has been published for many years." Lin Weimin said with a smile while signing.
"Yes, I was just a sophomore in college when I first read these books, and now I have a doctorate degree." Pizi Cai also responded with a smile.
Young man, don't always overemphasize your PhD degree.
After signing, Lin Weimin handed the books back to Ruffian Cai and asked, "What are your plans for the next few days?"
Pi Zi Cai was invited by Lao Cheng, and Lin Weimin was not aware of his specific schedule. If it weren't for today's meeting, Lin Weimin would not even have met Pi Zi Cai.
"There is still half a month left. In the next period of time, there will be two more speeches and sharing sessions at universities, three reader meetings, and then there will be a book signing event."
Lin Weimin nodded. "It's a very fulfilling schedule. How is it? Can you get used to it?"
Hearing this, Pizi Cai's smile became a little shy and a little nervous.
"To be honest, I'm not used to it. I submitted my manuscript to Guowen Publishing House just to give it a try, but I didn't expect it to be published. Not only was it published, but it was also so popular in mainland China..."
Pizi Cai couldn't help but recall the dreamlike experience during this period. He was an engineering student and writing novels was purely a hobby. He submitted the manuscript with the mentality of giving it a try, and the novel was unexpectedly published.
Then the novel became a hot seller. It was said that nearly 400,000 copies had been sold in just over a month. The publishing house invited him from afar to hold a reader meeting and a book signing event, and he also met the great writer whom he had only seen in books before.
"You'll get used to it slowly. The first book is so popular, so there's no limit to its future prospects!"
"You're overpraising me. I'm just lucky."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Lin Weimin asked, "It seems that there is a cross-strait minority literature seminar in Yanjing this month. Do you want to attend?"
As if afraid of being misunderstood by the ruffian Tsai, Lin Weimin explained: "This seminar is jointly held by both sides of the Taiwan Strait, with the participation of the Taiwan Island History and Literature Society and some literary figures. You live in Taiwan Island, and getting to know these people will be of some benefit to your future development in the Taiwan Island literary world."
Ruffian Cai immediately understood that Lin Weimin had good intentions. "Thank you, of course I'm willing to participate. I'm just worried about the time..."
"It doesn't matter. I'll tell Lao Cheng that the seminar will be held in Chengde. It won't take long."
"Okay, thank you very much."
Pizi Cai said sincerely that he had often seen the so-called "mentoring the younger generations" in books before, and today he experienced it personally and it felt really good.
Two days later, Lin Weimin received a call from the United States. It was from Zhang Chunru.
Last year, she spent a month and a half in China, collecting a lot of information about World War II and the Nanjing Massacre. She also came into contact with many eyewitnesses and relatives of the events, which provided strong support for her creation.
Now that the book has been completed, Zhang Chunru called this time to invite Lin Weimin to write a preface for her new book "The Nanjing Massacre: The Forgotten Catastrophe of World War II".
After hearing Zhang Chunru's request, Lin Weimin said happily: "This is my honor. The damage caused by the bombing of East Asian countries during World War II has not been known to the world, especially to Western countries. Ms. Zhang's work has opened a door for Western countries and people to understand that unknown history, which can be said to be a great merit. I feel deeply honored to write the preface for this novel."
Lin Weimin's high praise made Zhang Chunru feel a little embarrassed. She said a few humble words. The two agreed on the phone that Zhang Chunru would first send the manuscript to Lin Weimin by email, and he would write a preface based on the content. He would then write the preface and send it to her later.
After agreeing to Zhang Chunru's request, Lin Weimin spent three full days writing the preface, checked it carefully, and when he was about to send it out, he hesitated.
Just writing a preface seems a bit thin.
He thought for a moment and called Roger Strauss.
Ever since the old man became addicted to email, he seldom called Lin Weimin. He was a little surprised when he received Lin Weimin's call.
"Lin, is there something urgent?"
"It's not urgent, but there is something I want to ask you for help."
"What's up?"
Lin Weimin then talked about Zhang Chunru and "The Nanjing Massacre: The Forgotten Catastrophe of World War II".
"So, you want me to help get more media exposure for this work?"
"That's right. Roger, this is my personal request. I can provide a lot of money, but I still need your help with resources." Lin Weimin said earnestly.
"I understand, I understand." Roger Strauss pondered for a moment and asked, "Lin, to be honest, it's not difficult to help you get some media resources, and it will definitely cost a lot of money. But I'm worried that a book like this that tells about the tragedy that happened in China during World War II will not be so popular."
Roger Strauss is a businessman, and his first reaction when doing things is the input-output ratio. He understood that Lin Weimin's purpose was selfless help, but he couldn't help but remind him.
"I understand this. How much money is spent is not an issue. How much money is earned is not an issue. The issue is whether this book can be seen by more people," Lin Weimin said firmly.
"I understand!" Roger Strauss sensed the firm will in Lin Weimin's heart. "Since you said so, leave everything to me. But..."
"Think about transferring the money in time!" Roger Strauss joked at the end.
"Don't worry, I won't forget it."
After doing all these things, Lin Weimin did not tell Zhang Chunru, just as he told Roger Strauss, nothing else matters, what matters is that this work should be seen by more people.
His heart finally calmed down.
A few days later, National Day was approaching. On the day before National Day, Xiao Doubao's roller skating rink was finally completed. Lin Weimin took the time to take her to inspect it. Looking at the roller skating rink decorated with murals that looked like a fairy tale world, the little girl was ecstatic.
"Dad, dad, can I bring my classmates here to play?" Little Doubao begged, hugging Lin Weimin's thighs.
"Of course. But can your classmates roller skate?"
“I can teach them.”
In order to show off his roller skating rink, Xiao Doubao doesn't mind being a teacher.
After returning home, Xiao Doubao started calling his classmates one after another.
The next morning, Xiao Doubao changed his previous habit of not being awakened no matter how much he was called. He got up early, had his meal, and started to wipe his roller skates.
I have been sharpening my sword for ten years, but I have never tried it. Today I will show it to you. Who has any grievances?
Today’s Doubao can’t be called Doubao anymore, you have to call her Doubao sister.
Not long after the family of three arrived at the entrance of the roller skating rink, several classmates that Doubao Sister had invited arrived.
After waiting for her friends to arrive, Sister Doubao couldn't wait to take them to her roller skating rink.
A group of little kids looked at the vast space in front of them, opened their mouths and eyes wide, and were very conscious of being the supporting actors.
Looking at the expressions of these little friends, Sister Doubao felt satisfied.
The little ones fluttered towards the roller skating rink like ducks out of a cage, and their parents sat aside and watched their children playing with smiles on their faces.
Teacher Lin has done great deeds!
Holidays are a rare break for most people, but for parents with children, they are more tiring than going to work.
Teacher Lin used his own money to build such a good and large roller skating rink, which is better than those roller skating rinks that require money to enter.
Children can play freely here, and parents are liberated. How can they not be grateful to the handsome and kind-hearted teacher Lin?
The empty and spacious roller skating rink was filled with the children's laughter, and their parents were talking and laughing nearby.
On the first day of National Day, fathers are loving and sons are filial, and families are harmonious.
Not long after, everyone was still chatting enthusiastically, but Lin Weimin saw a few little kids gathered in a corner of the roller skating rink, acting suspiciously.
Just as he was about to walk over, a group of little kids spotted him and ran away.
The little bun, who was at the end, also wanted to run, but unfortunately she was a beat too slow and her wings were broken by Lin Weimin before she could take off.
Holding his daughter's body, Lin Weimin immediately discovered something fishy. There was a rustling sound coming from the little girl's clothes pockets.
"What's in your pocket?" Lin Weimin asked.
Xiaodoubao covered his pocket with his hands, "Nothing."
"You are hiding something, why are you hiding something? If you confess, you will be treated leniently, but if you resist, you will be treated severely. Lin Qianxun, you don't want your mother to know about this, right?"
Teacher Lin's threat was very intimidating. Xiao Doubao's face immediately changed, revealing her soft and cute smile, "Dad, please don't tell Mom, okay?"
"Take out the things in your pocket first."
Dou was under the eaves and had to bow his head.
Xiao Doubao reached into his pocket and found a handful of colorful glass balls.
Lin Weimin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Did they give you all this?"
"Well, they all came to 'thank' me for inviting them to the roller skating rink."
Sister Doubao knows how to find stress at a young age.
The second update is here. Sorry for the long wait. Thank you all for your concern. The child has improved after the IV drip, but he still needs a few days of IV drips. I have to go to the hospital again in the afternoon. It's like a war. It's too painful. I will try to update on time tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)
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