Chapter 94: The royalties cannot be reduced
It has been five days since "The Cliff" was broadcast on Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station. During these five days, Lin Weimin could clearly feel that he heard the word "The Cliff" more and more around him.
Even the first domestic long-form TV series "Eighteen Years in the Enemy Camp" currently airing on CCTV cannot steal its limelight. It's not that the quality of "The Cliff" is really much better than "Eighteen Years in the Enemy Camp".
The truth is that the communication media of the two are too different. One has only a few million televisions in the country, and the other has tens of millions of radios. There is no comparison.
After a few days of fermentation, the popularity of "The Cliff" has been completely aroused.
Liaodong People's Radio Station called Lin Weimin to seek his opinion, and Yanjing People's Radio Station also wanted to broadcast "The Cliff".
Liaodong Radio Station now realizes the reason why Lin Weimin made a gentleman's agreement with them in the first place. He was trying to prevent this kind of thing, so they could only call to ask Lin Weimin for his opinion.
Lin Weimin certainly didn't expect that "The Cliff" would become so popular in this way, but fortunately he had a backup plan.
So his reply to Liaodong Radio was that Yanjing People's Radio Station could choose to re-record its own programs or simply use the programs of Liaodong People's Radio Station, but the prerequisite was that it must pay him and Liaodong People's Radio Station the same royalties.
Fifty yuan in royalties is a drop in the bucket for any provincial radio station. Although the method proposed by Lin Weimin has no precedent, who can blame him for the fact that his works are so popular now?
After some communication, Yanjing People's Broadcasting Station agreed to his request.
There is no need to re-record the program, just use the programs already recorded by Liaodong People’s Radio Station. Everyone does this these days, it’s just a matter of spending a few dozen dollars more in royalties.
The broadcast application from Yanjing People's Broadcasting Station was like a signal. From that day on, Lin Weimin would receive calls from radio stations all over the country from time to time.
Everyone had the same goal, which was to play "The Cliff".
Lin Weimin spread his hands, paid fifty yuan, and broadcast it as he pleased.
As for how these radio stations talked with Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station, he didn't care.
Anyway, as long as you want to broadcast "The Cliff", the royalties must not be reduced.
He kept doing this until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and calls came in one after another from all over the country. Judging from this trend, it would probably take him a while to collect the royalties.
After Lin Weimin finished answering another phone call, he walked into the editorial office of People's Literature humming a little tune.
"Hey, Weimin, are you here to pick up money in the front building again?" Lin Weimin was teased as soon as he entered the editorial office.
"The Cliff" has become an evening entertainment activity for many families since it was broadcast on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Lin Weimin receives several calls almost every day these days requesting to broadcast "The Cliff". Through the few words he said on the phone, everyone also knew about his agreement with Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station at that time.
Any radio station that wanted to broadcast "The Cliff" had to pay him a fee.
This kid Lin Weimin made a fortune!
This has been a hot topic in the community these days.
"Picking up money" is a joking term used by everyone. Lin Weimin earns 50 yuan every day by answering the phone in the front building. Isn't he here to pick up money?
"Hey, Teacher Tu, you're really good at joking." Lin Weimin joked with everyone and walked to Xie Mingqing's desk. "Teacher Xie, what do you think of my manuscript?"
Xie Mingqing raised his head from the pile of papers and asked, "Manuscript?"
"It's with the editor-in-chief."
Lin Weimin asked, "Do you have any comments?"
Xie Mingqing looked thoughtful, "Well..."
"Don't hide anything from me." Lin Weimin saw that something was going on.
He spent a week before the Chinese New Year to finish writing the manuscript of Farewell My Concubine, and handed it to Xie Mingqing as soon as the Guowen Publishing House started work on the eighth day of the Chinese New Year.
He is now a member of Contemporary Magazine and it is impossible for him to publish articles in Contemporary Magazine.
"People's Literature" and "Contemporary" both belong to the Guowen Publishing House, and its status is half a level higher than "Contemporary". It is naturally most appropriate to submit the manuscript here, and he is also familiar with the old editor Xie Mingqing.
As a result, it has been a week since I received the manuscript, but there has been no feedback from Xie Mingqing.
It shouldn't be like this, as the buildings are close to each other, so it's very convenient to inform them whether the novel is accepted, rejected, or needs to be revised.
So today, after Lin Weimin answered the phone, he went to the editorial department to find out the current status of the manuscript.
Xie Mingqing pulled Lin Weimin to sit next to him. His colleagues around him all had strange expressions on their faces.
"Weimin, how did you come up with this manuscript?"
"I haven't thought much about it. I'll just write when I get inspiration." Lin Weimin said casually.
Seeing that he didn't understand what he meant, Xie Mingqing said, "Cheng Dieyi and Duan Xiaolou..."
Lin Weimin seemed to understand something. In the 1980s, Cheng Dieyi's orientation was indeed a big problem.
He looked at the expressions of everyone around him and thought that the manuscript must be stuck at this point.
"Teacher Xie, I first thought of your People's Literature when writing this manuscript. Our concepts cannot be too rigid."
"What do you mean by too rigid? It's obviously your novel that's too out of line, okay? This man is..."
"Just tell me what you think of the manuscript!" Lin Weimin didn't give him the chance to find fault.
Xie Mingqing hesitated for a moment, "Okay, but..."
"Then forget it. We are a literary magazine, not a moral magazine. Besides, what right do you have to say that Cheng Dieyi is a man? I think she is a woman."
Xie Mingqing was a little annoyed by Lin Weimin's unreasonable behavior. "Don't try to use that on me, kid. There is no problem with the quality of the manuscript. I have reviewed it and handed it over to the editor-in-chief. Now I am waiting for the editor-in-chief to respond."
"How many days have you handed it in?"
"Three days."
Lin Weimin has a toothache. It must be stuck there, otherwise there would be no feedback for three days.
"Old Zhang, you're blocking me!" He was being stubborn again.
Xie Mingqing glared at him, "What a disrespectful person, what kind of old Zhang is this?"
"What's the matter? He's blocking me from speaking? If you can't publish it in People's Literature, just return the manuscript to me and I'll send it to Harvest."
Xie Mingqing got anxious when he heard this, "What nonsense are you talking about! You are aiding the enemy!"
Lin Weimin said this just to see Old Xie get angry. "You won't publish my work, and you won't allow me to submit it elsewhere? Then give me a definite answer, can you publish it?"
Old Xie said helplessly: "Is this something I can decide?"
"I gave you the manuscript."
"What's the matter, kid? You still want to blackmail me?" Xie Mingqing was infuriated by his foolish zeal.
"Then I don't care. I've given you the manuscript, so you have to be responsible. Otherwise, I'll submit it to Harvest."
Xie Mingqing was completely speechless by this boy. Why didn't he see his foolish personality before?
He was just about to say a few more words to Lin Weimin when he heard someone at the office door say, "Who wants to submit a manuscript to Harvest?"
(End of this chapter)
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