Breaking the Appointment

After arriving at Qin Chaoyang's office and waiting for a few minutes, the other party called again. Lin Weimin picked up the phone.

"Hello, hello, are you Comrade Lin Weimin?"

"Hello, I am Lin Weimin, who are you?"

"Hello Comrade Lin Weimin, I am the director of Qindao TV, my name is Ren Hao. I listened to your novel "Cliff" on the radio some time ago, and I think the content is very good. Now our station plans to film "Cliff"

TV series, I would like to ask for your opinion."

Lin Weimin was a little surprised after hearing this. Will it be adapted into a TV series?

He pondered for a moment and said, "You have to let me think about this."

Ren Hao said: "That's right. Let's do it this way. You are in Yanjing now. How about I go to Yanjing and we can meet and discuss it in detail? What do you think?"

Come directly to the door, it seems that the willingness to adapt is very strong.

"Okay, let's talk in detail when you meet."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Weimin said to Qin Chaoyang: "The director of Qindao TV has an idea to adapt "The Cliff" into a TV series."

That is to say, there are no smart phones and Moments in this era, otherwise Han Zhuangzhuang would take a selfie and "accidentally" take the picture of his diligently writing uncle.

Ren Hao nodded, "That's right!"

Meng Weizai thought for a few seconds before reacting, "You work during the day and create at night?"

When Lin Weimin was separated from the carefully woven story, his spirit was inevitably a little dazed.

"Uncle, where are you going?"

Ren Hao said: "It's okay to pick up the wind, but there's no need to hold a drink to apologize. I've been bothering you, Editor Qin, a lot in the past two days."

Lin Weimin coughed, "Have you learned? This is called forgetting to eat and sleep."

"Hello, Teacher Lin, I was planning to leave..."

After talking about this, Lin Weimin took Ren Hao into the editor's office.

Han Zhuangzhuang became a little excited when he thought that his uncle's works were born in such a state.

Lin Weimin's lies were so righteous that Meng Weizai was so angry that he laughed out loud.

Meng Weizai waved to him helplessly, "I know, let's go."

Forget it, you are a lucky general after all, so you have to be tolerant.

"Editor-in-Chief, are there guests?"

Speaking of "Latent", among Lin Weimin's works, it seems to be a bit regrettable.

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "It's okay, you always can't eat me. How can you not eat meat these days?"

"Then you might as well stop working and become a full-time writer. Anyway, you have joined the Literary and Art Association now." Meng Weizai said angrily.

It's like a pot of tea, you have to sip it slowly to get the taste.

"Creative fake?"

"By the way, nothing happened these days, right?"

That’s right.

Just as he was about to scold Lin Weimin, he remembered what he had said to Wei Junyi.

Ren Hao quickly raised his glass and said, "Teacher Lin, you've been talking about this all afternoon, and I'm embarrassed to say it again."

"Thank you, director."

"No, long story."

Lin Weimin slapped his head.

"How long do you plan to take leave?"

Qin Chaoyang nodded: "A good thing, it has expanded the influence of the work."

Meng Weizai wanted to hit someone after hearing this. Are all young people today so brave?

After seeing Tan Chaoyang arrive at the door of his house, he said to Lin Weimin: "For the people, I was talking about Lu Yao before, look at you now, don't you look like you are risking your life when you create? You can't do this again in the future, you have to cherish yourself

The body, the body is the capital of revolution.”

"It was only broadcast on the radio at the beginning of the year, and now it is going to be on TV. This novel for the people is really going to last a lifetime. No wonder I have no motivation to write recently!"

Lin Weimin guessed that Ren Hao must have been angry, so he rode his bicycle straight to the Chinese Literature Society, planning to go to work to make a phone call to apologize.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Lin Weimin interrupted Han Zhuangzhuang's impassioned speech, "I won't leave the house these days. Three meals will be prepared for me."

Han Zhuangzhuang thought it was a big deal, so he stood up and said solemnly: "Old uncle, tell me, what do you want my nephew to do? Go through fire and water..."

Oops, I finally remembered what I forgot!

Ren Hao from Qindao TV must have come looking for him. He probably went to the Chinese Literature Society first to find that he was not there, and then found out his home address and came over.

He must have been angry. Lin Weimin couldn't sit still when he thought about it. He walked to the courtyard and rode his bicycle to go out.

"Ten days? Want to write a short story?"

Everyone was a little surprised to see Lin Weimin.

"Um."

Lin Weimin occasionally asked for a glass of wine, "Director Ren, I'm so sorry. I want to apologize to you again."

After Tan Chaoyang said this, it was Lin Weimin's turn to be stunned. He looked at Tan Chaoyang and then at Ren Hao, "Are you Director Ren? You haven't left yet?"

He breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "So you have inspiration now?"

"Zhuangzhuang! Zhuangzhuang!"

"Weimin, did you just run out of the mountains and forests?"

Lin Weimin nodded, "Editor-in-chief, I understand, thank you."

Oops, I’m so sorry! Sorry!”

"What's the date today?"

Lin Weimin said: "How could I know?"

"Let me tell you." Qin Chaoyang interrupted. He frowned and reprimanded: "For the people, I'm not talking about you. We had a good appointment with Director Ren, how could we break the appointment? It would harm Director Ren in our editorship.

I have been waiting for you for three days. If Lao Meng hadn't told me about your situation, I would have been angry."

On this day, Lin Weimin worked until very late.

After thinking wildly, Lin Weimin thought it would be good to write another spy novel, maybe a trilogy!

He selected the works he wanted to write in his mind. After thinking for a while, he quickly selected the target.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Lin Weimin said apologetically to Ren Hao.

"Don't take it seriously, you will cry when the time comes."

The vegetables were put into the pot and the mutton was cut into pieces. The meat was so thin that it was transparent. As soon as the meat was put into the pot, it was gone in just a few chopsticks. The people who ate were sweating profusely and dripping with heartiness.

After work, Lin Weimin came home and said to Han Zhuangzhuang with a serious face: "Zhuangzhuang, I have an important task for you these days."

"Director, don't worry, I will definitely leave the customs in ten days, and I promise not to delay my work." Lin Weimin promised.

Lin Weimin didn't care, said sorry to Ren Hao, and then went to the water room to wash his face.

"Director, I want to ask for leave!"

With the matter of breaking the appointment, Ren Hao waited in the editorial office for several days, which shows his sincerity. How could Lin Weimin refuse him?

Before he went into seclusion, he specifically told Zhuang Zhuang not to disturb him, so this was not his fault.

Have you eaten?

Lin Weimin glanced at the table, and there was indeed an empty bowl placed in the corner of the desk.

"Director Ren, I'm really sorry. In this way, I will be your host tonight and treat you to dinner. Firstly, I am trying to apologize to you, and secondly, I am treating you as a favor."

"Creation fake!"

Lin Weimin thought for a moment and said, "Ten days!"

Tan Chaoyang laughed loudly when he heard this and said: "Oh, it's fun to say, this can really be regarded as an anecdote!"

Back in the office, everyone asked Lin Weimin what phone call he had answered. After he told him, everyone was amazed again.

After getting off work, Lin Weimin first asked Ren Hao for his opinion, and then Lin Weimin took him and Tan Chaoyang to Donglaishun.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

How good is this? We had made an appointment with him, but he didn't see him when he came. Lin Weimin knew how angry he was when he thought about it.

Han Zhuangzhuang walked in from outside holding a basin of noodles.

He rushed to the back building of the Chinese Literature Society without even entering the office. He directly opened the door of Tan Chaoyang's office. Just as he was about to speak, he found that Qin Chaoyang and a middle-aged man over forty were looking at him in astonishment.
To be continued...