Chapter 96: Decades of Advanced Experience
"I was trying to introduce a girl from the old family to Weimin before, but guess what the guy told me? He said that rabbits don't eat grass near their nests!
Hey! Now that I think about it, there is something wrong with this guy!"
Rong Shihui exclaimed in disbelief, not noticing that several other colleagues were constantly winking at him.
By the time he noticed it, it was too late. He turned around and saw Lin Weimin's face that looked like Sima.
It's over, I'm stuck in a corner.
Rong Shihui smiled awkwardly at Lin Weimin and wanted to explain a few words, but Lin Weimin turned around and left the office with a look of grief and anger on his face.
Oh! What a fuss!
"Leader, please tell me! Please tell me! After all, it is a national publishing organization. Why is it so chaotic now?"
Lin Weimin blocked Meng Weizai in the office and spoke with deep sorrow.
"Yes, yes, it's really outrageous!"
Lin Weimin was narrating like Sister Xianglin, and the old comrade didn't dare to say a word. He just kept agreeing with him, fearing that he might say something wrong and hurt the most promising emerging writer in the publishing house.
"The publishing house must take this matter seriously. I submitted this novel to their People's Literature for the sake of my fellow comrades. Now not only is the publication of the novel in question, but I have also been subjected to such vicious insults.
Director, you have to help me, Mr. Wei... Editor-in-Chief, your words are the most powerful, you have to help me."
Lin Weimin put forward his own demands.
Meng Weizai felt helpless. He really didn't know where this evil wind came from. It was indeed a bit too much. How could he frame his colleague like this?
"Don't worry. We are all family, and if there is no problem with the novel, it will definitely be published. Don't worry about the rumors. It may be that someone who read the manuscript liked the character too much and put that enthusiasm on you, which led to this situation."
It has to be said that leaders’ way of comforting people is always from a high-level perspective.
For a moment, Lin Weimin felt as if he was really comforted.
But when I think about it carefully, that’s not right. Then should I really thank the person who spread the rumor about me?
Meng Weizai looked at his watch pretentiously and said, "Well, Weimin, look, I have to go out for a meeting later, so I won't talk to you."
After saying that, he picked up his bag and walked out.
Lin Weimin walked out of the office, feeling melancholy.
My lifelong reputation!
After returning to the office, Yao Shuzhi took the rare initiative to open letters from readers, which made Lin Weimin feel a little comforted.
I guess he was caught gossiping behind someone's back and felt guilty.
One by one, they are still intellectuals?
I can’t even catch up with that good old woman!
He put aside his annoyance and returned to work.
Many of these letters were accumulated years ago, piled up like a small mountain. Lin Weimin picked up a handful and placed them on the table.
Opening, reading and replying letters in a familiar way...
The work was boring until Lin Weimin saw a familiar name again.
Oh, the young comrade has submitted another article.
Lin Weimin opened the submission letter and found that Yu Hua did not revise the manuscript and submit it again as he had said in his last letter, but instead wrote a new work.
“Yeah, there’s progress.”
This was Lin Weimin’s reaction after reading Yu Hua’s latest submission.
Is this what genius is?
It was obvious that his last submission was a mess, but this time it turned out to be quite presentable. He had only made a comment to Yu Hua before.
Lin Weimin was impressed by Yu Hua's extraordinary writing talent and began to think about Yu Hua's submission.
This time it is still a short story, and the title of the work is "Stars".
If we look at the writing style and narrative alone, Yu Hua's work is still immature compared to other works published in "Contemporary".
But what is terrifying is his speed of progress and his talent. Lin Weimin was thinking, if he were to call him to Yanjing to revise the manuscript, would it be possible to speed up his growth?
Thinking of this, Lin Weimin took the submission letter and knocked on Qin Chaoyang's office door.
"For the people!"
"Editor-in-chief, I would like you to take a look at this submission letter."
Qin Chaoyang took the submission and asked, "Is there anything special?"
Normally, such submissions are registered and initially reviewed by Lin Weimin, Yao Shuzhi and others before being handed over to senior editors in the editorial department, who will conduct a second review to see whether they can be handed over to the editor-in-chief for final review. Lin Weimin's approach today is an exception.
"I think this author has great potential. If possible, I hope to invite him to Yenching to revise the manuscript of his work."
When Qin Chaoyang heard what Lin Weimin said, he became serious and said, "Sit down first, I'll take a look."
After waiting for more than 20 minutes, Qin Chaoyang raised his eyes from the manuscript, thought for a moment and said, "It is indeed written with some spirit, but it is still a little immature!"
Lin Weimin nodded. "It is indeed lacking, but this is also what makes it valuable. You haven't seen his previous submissions. In just over a month, he has made great progress."
"oh?"
Qin Chaoyang pondered and tapped his fingers on the table.
"Okay, since you think it's good, call this author over and have him revise the manuscript!"
Qin Chaoyang said with finality.
Lin Weimin said happily: "Thank you, editor-in-chief!"
Lin Weimin understood that based on Yu Hua's current level, he was still a little far from going to Beijing to revise the manuscript. The reason why Qin Chaoyang agreed was entirely for his sake.
When he returned to the office, Lin Weimin was in high spirits, which puzzled Yao Shuzhi. He looked so bitter and resentful just now, how come the sun suddenly cleared up?
Lin Weimin enthusiastically wrote a letter inviting Yu Hua to Beijing to revise the manuscript, and couldn't wait to send it to the unit's mailbox.
The number of letters received and sent by Guowen Press every day is calculated in three or four digits, and the utilization rate of the mailbox is very high.
When he returned to the office again, he took a sip of tea with a relaxed expression, which puzzled his colleagues.
Yu Hua's letter of submission finally made Lin Weimin's gloomy mood a little better. Without thinking about the rumors, he felt very happy at work.
From time to time, the communication room in the front building would receive calls from radio stations all over the country sending money, and Lin Weimin's mood became good again.
On the last day of the first lunar month, Lin Weimin once again put down the phone in the switchboard room and counted his gains for the month.
The broadcast of "The Cliff" by Liaodong People's Radio Station ended three days ago. This month, Lin Weimin received a total of 126 calls from all over the country requesting the broadcast of "The Cliff".
These calls were first made to Liaodong Radio Station, and then after learning about the agreement between the radio station and Lin Weimin, they took the initiative to call Lin Weimin.
At the beginning, each phone call cost fifty yuan, but as more and more calls came in from radio stations, many of which were from municipal radio stations and even factory-run radio stations with limited funds. They were always crying poor on the phone, so Lin Weimin had no choice but to bear the pain and lower the standard of royalties again and again.
During this month, Lin Weimin received a total of 3,860 yuan in royalties from the broadcast of the novel "The Cliff".
Including the initial fifty yuan from Liaodong People’s Broadcasting Station, Lin Weimin earned 3,910 yuan just from broadcasting his novel in this month.
Is this what is called IP development in later generations?
Decades of advanced experience!
(End of this chapter)
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