Chapter 162 It’s okay if you haven’t seen it

Go to work the next day.

The roaring sound of motorcycles broke the gentle rhythm of work. Lin Weimin's motorcycle attracted everyone's attention as soon as it appeared at the Chinese Literature Society.

It was around seven o'clock in the morning, the peak time for work, and people were coming and going in the courtyard of the Chinese Literature Society. The exquisite yet masculine Yamaha 125 appeared in the courtyard, and everyone paid attention to the motorcycle.

When everyone saw clearly that the person riding the motorcycle was Lin Weimin, everyone was not too surprised.

Lin Weimin is now considered a celebrity in the Chinese Literature Society. His works are published one after another, and his name is becoming more and more famous in the domestic cultural circle.

Just hearing that the number of times he receives payment bills has almost caught up with the frequency of everyone’s salary payments.

It is not unusual for such people to ride motorcycles.

There is a person who hates the rich, and the most he can do is scold him.

Lin Weimin's motorcycle was parked in the bicycle shed, and many young colleagues gathered around him to ask questions. Not only those from the back building, but also many from the front building came.

"Weimin, have you never seen this motorcycle before? What brand is it?"

"Didn't you still read it?" Yao Shuzhi grabbed Lin Weimin and refused to let go.

"For the people..."

In the past few days, conversations like this have happened frequently in the editorial department.

A few more days passed and the New Year's Day holiday ended.

Lin Weimin replied: "Then you can only blame yourself for being careless. Why didn't I lose the manuscript? Why didn't Teacher Rong lose the manuscript? You did!"

Shi Lan was the first to come up to help, and Shi Tiesheng happily allowed his sister and Lin Weimin to toss him.

Lin Weimin took out the leather jacket and leather pants he had prepared in advance, which he bought on the way to Wangfujing that day.

"Weimin, did you see the short story I put on the table yesterday?"

"That's it!" Lin Weimin sounded a little regretful and asked: "What about "Dune"?"

As soon as this news came out, both the authors who planned to contribute to "Contemporary" and the authors who had contributed to "Contemporary" were delighted.

"Hello, I'm looking for Teacher Lin Weimin!" the young man said.

Riding on the fast-moving motorcycle, he felt as if his heart had been poured with sweet rain on a dry branch, and it suddenly came to life. It was no longer in the calm state, it became warm and beat powerfully.

Like a majestic lion.

While the two were arguing, there was a knock on the office door.

"I understand, thank you, leader."

"Shaobao, be careful when you go out."

Father Shi smiled happily and said, "Okay, let's make dumplings for dinner tonight."

"Just to see me? It's vacation, why don't you want to go home and see your family?"

Shi Tiesheng's eyes shone with light. Although he was physically disabled, he was still a young man in his twenties and thirties. He was naturally very happy when he saw a motorcycle.

Lin Weimin shouted, and the motorcycle flew out like an arrow.

Ma Yuan's breath became confused again. He had been brewing well at the door, but he didn't expect that his gong was almost broken before he spoke.

Today, the workplace's bicycle shed has become the focus of everyone's attention. From time to time, young people come to visit Lin Weimin's Yamaha.

Shi Tiesheng walked out of the house slowly, and after rolling his wheelchair for a long time, he saw Lin Weimin and the motorcycle beside him.

"Tiesheng, you have to hold me tight."

"See you first and then go home."

After get off work in the afternoon, Lin Weimin rode his motorcycle to the courtyard at No. 26 Yonghegong Street.

"Uncle, don't worry. I've prepared everything for Tie Sheng..."

"By the way, I remember you said in your letter that you have read more than two thousand novels. Have you read "Leap Frog"?"

"Come on, come on, put it on quickly, I'll take you for a spin!"

Look at how much money you can make by writing a book. Lin Weimin bought a courtyard house in his early twenties and rode a motorcycle. What's the difference between us and Lin Weimin?

This initiative by the editorial department is not only a commitment, but also reflects their care and concern for the majority of writers.

Shi Lan was overjoyed when he saw the exquisite leather jacket and hugged it tightly in his arms, "Brother Lin, don't worry, I will definitely put it away for my brother."

Ma Yuan hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and took a sip of tea. The rhythm of the conversation was completely taken away by Lin Weimin.

On such a cold day, he wore a sweater and a coat outside, which made people feel chilly all over.

Hearing the impatience in his voice, Lin Weimin stepped on the accelerator, "Boom!"

He says he is unforgiving, but what he hides is concern.

Ma Yuan's brain started to work quickly again. After thinking for a long time, he realized with frustration that he still hadn't seen it.

Lin Weimin entered the back building and met Meng Weizai.

Lin Weimin laughed heartily, and Shi Tiesheng was infected when he heard his laughter.

Seeing that the editors were all working with their heads down and the office was silent, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Father Shi walked out of the door at this time and looked worried when he heard Lin Weimin's suggestion.

Lin Weimin pretended to be casual and turned to Shi Lan and said, "Put it away for your brother, but don't break it."

This wave of operations can be said to have given the editorial department of "Contemporary" a good impression, and the difficulty of compiling future articles will be greatly reduced.

Ma Yuan was caught off guard again, "It's almost time for vacation. I haven't had much to do recently. I just ran to Yanjing after finishing the exam."

Hiss~

The people around him took a deep breath. More than two thousand yuan was enough for everyone to live without food or drink for several years. Everyone was amazed.

Yao Shuzhi glared at Lin Weimin fiercely.

A young face full of confidence.

"Hahaha!"

"I put it back for you after I finished reading it!"

Lin Weimin put down his tea cup and looked at Ma Yuan, "That makes sense!"

"I'm here to communicate with you face to face, Teacher Lin." Ma Yuan said straight to the point.

Shi Tiesheng was in a good mood, "Your leather pants will do the trick."

"Tiesheng, how do you feel?" Lin Weimin's voice carried to Shi Tiesheng's ears in the cold wind.

The streets of Yanjing were filled with the laughter of two young people.

They had seen motorcycles on the street, but this was the first time they saw one in the yard.

"Oh." Lin Weimin picked up the teacup and said, "Drink some tea."

Looking at this motorcycle, which is full of mechanical beauty, many young people are filled with excitement, and at the same time, an impulse is also sprouting.

"I remember that you are a student in the Literature Department of Liaodong University. You haven't had a holiday yet?" Lin Weimin suddenly asked.

Lin Weimin swallowed the words "foreign exchange coupons" in his mouth, but it was better not to irritate everyone.

Lin Weimin seemed to want to ask about another work, but his expression was a bit unbearable. Finally, he sighed and said, "Your reading level is a bit narrow!"

Shouldn't you argue a few words? Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, brother!

Seeing Ma Yuan's confused expression, Lin Weimin felt secretly happy, that's right. Is the young man's head buzzing?

"How could I know? You can search harder."

He decided to regain some momentum for himself, and said with absolute certainty, "The greatest writer in the world is Hawthorne!"

Most of the people surrounding Lin Weimin were young people from the community. How many of them were not good at riding motorcycles? They stood around and watched for a long time, and did not disperse until it was almost time to go to work.

As a publication, the author and the readers are the two ends of the scale. Without either side, the scale will be unbalanced.

Yao Shuzhi frantically searched for the manuscript for a long time, finally found it, and then put the blame on Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin pretended to reminisce, and after a long while he said: "Oh, Ma Yuan, if you have an impression, please come in."

Lin Weimin went to open the door, and there was a very tall young man standing outside the door, almost touching the door frame.

The cold wind blew past his ears, icy and biting, but Shi Tiesheng's heart was hot.

"Did you buy a motorcycle?"

Ten minutes later, the motorcycle heard the entrance of the courtyard again.

"I just bought it!" Lin Weimin patted the back seat of the motorcycle, "How about taking you for a ride?"

Lin Weimin poured him a cup of tea, "I remember that your manuscript was not accepted. What's the matter with you coming to the editorial department?"

While Lin Weimin and Shi Lan were dressing Shi Tiesheng, many neighbors in the yard who heard the noise came out to watch the fun.

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "I am Lin Weimin."
To be continued...