Chapter 256 This is a good name

Lin Weimin never imagined that the editor-in-chief of an authoritative literary magazine would do such a crazy thing in order to save manuscript fees.

"A few days ago, you invited dozens of people to visit the mountains and rivers, eat, drink and have fun. When you come to me, you have no money?"

"That's all for the magazine. For the people, you are different from them. You are the biological son of our magazine!"

"My biological son has to eat chaffy vegetables? His second marriage has to eat hot and spicy food?" Lin Weimin's face was filled with sadness and indignation.

Lao Qin almost nodded, "That's not what I meant. You are one of our own, you have to think about the magazine! Your current manuscript fee is too high, and this is a long story. If you pay your manuscript fee, we can

No more money will be made.”

Lin Weimin was furious, "Old Qin, after all, I am also a member of our editorial department. Doesn't your conscience hurt when you say this?"

"Contemporary" now has stable sales of more than one million copies per issue, and the magazine is priced at 1 yuan. In the past, when sales were in the millions, Lin Weimin's royalties for publishing a novel would cost several thousand yuan at most.

"Lower it! Just lower it!"

At this moment, Lao Tan felt as if he was possessed by Master Tang and kept talking about it.

Liu Yin glanced at him in surprise, "Just you? Assistant?"

Lin Weimin spoke plausibly. Meng Weizai pondered for a moment and said, "There is no precedent for this in our society!"

Lin Weimin immediately became alert, "What do you mean?"

Lin Weimin felt that his suggestion was purely to make wedding clothes for the club, and he felt a little unbalanced.

Both parties achieved satisfactory results and the atmosphere in the office was harmonious.

"It's strange that I believe it. If you treat me like a three-year-old child, Lao Meng would love to use your landlord's livestock."

"Three yuan! Just three yuan!" Lin Weimin's face was full of pain.

"What's that look in your eyes?"

But almost all of them are assigned to the layout room, binding design room, labor union and other departments to do odd jobs. Because the work is too professional, each editing room does not assign special personnel. Whichever editing room needs people, they call them two.

Someone comes to help.

But just as the corners of his mouth curled halfway, Lin Weimin suddenly realized that something was wrong!

Lin Weimin couldn't help but laugh, the young man is quite humorous!

But what Tong Zhonggui said is true. Which college student these days doesn’t have a dream of being a poet? A dream of literature?

"I just heard you say that you are from Yan'an Normal University. What a coincidence, I gave a speech at Yan'an Normal University before."

After leading Tong Zhonggui out of Meng Weizai's office, Lin Weimin asked: "Do you usually write?"

Zhu Changsheng rummaged through his desk, "Hey, I remember reading the two "Stars" books last month."

"What's your last name, young man?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

After everyone's investigation, Tong Zhonggui's personal situation was revealed, and he even confessed that he had nephritis and sepsis when he was a child.

Tong Zhonggui said loudly: "No problem!"

Meng Weizai was stunned, "Assistant? I don't even have an assistant for any director."

"It's just for the people! You have to understand Lao Qin. Your current manuscript fee is really too high. If the editorial department really paid you such a high manuscript fee, other authors might say some weird things!"

"You still don't believe it?"

"Feitian" was originally called "Gansu Literature". As soon as you hear the name, you will know that it is on the same level as "Yenjing Literature".

"Okay!" Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "Let's work."

"Lao Meng and I are asking for an assistant!"

"Old Tan, I'm not talking about you. Weimin is our own comrade. How can you treat others like this?"

"You don't understand how difficult this is. If you become the editor-in-chief, I can give you an editor-in-chief's office.

I'm so talkative, really!

Lin Weimin left Qin Chaoyang's office happily. A few hundred yuan in royalties was nothing to him.

"this……"

Lin Weimin yelled: "What's wrong? One thousand words off for one dollar. This is a long story, and it costs several hundred dollars!"

"From Suzhou? Suzhou is good. There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below..."

"Xiao Tong, look at which issue your poem was published in? Let us all take a look!"

He rummaged for a while, found two magazines, and handed them to Tong Zhonggui excitedly.

Meng Weizai slapped his thigh and said, "Okay, three yuan is three yuan!"

But now "Contemporary" generally sets the standard for most writers at less than ten yuan per thousand words, and the top rate is ten yuan.

Seeing Lin Weimin's cold expression, he vowed not to obey.

this……

Lao Qin was given the task of holding meetings in the club. Apart from necessary meetings, he was able to save at least two days a month in this regard.

Meng Weizai hesitated for a long time before asking: "How much can you lower?"

Meng Weizai looked at Tan Chaoyang, "Let me go to the next meeting!"

"You can't say that, we are all serving the public good!"

Meng Weizai glared, "Is this the case?"

"Lower it! Even if it's a little lower!"

Liu Yin came over and asked in a low voice: "For the people, what's going on?"

Tong Zhonggui's face showed a bit of shyness as a young man, he opened one of the issues of "Stars" and pointed to the name in the catalog.

When "The Horse Trapper" was published, the basic royalties paid to Lin Weimin by the publisher were fifteen yuan per thousand words.

It's rare to have a newbie in the office, and everyone is very curious about Tong Zhonggui.

"A dollar?"

"Can you be a little sincere?"

Lin Weimin just wanted to look up to the sky and laugh.

Everyone became interested immediately upon hearing this. College students who can come to the Chinese Literature Society to help are basically literary lovers, but not many of them can publish their works.

Lin Weimin saw the savior and hurriedly said: "Lao Meng, come here and comment. I have good intentions and want to publish the novel in our magazine, but Lao Qin actually wants to deduct my royalties!"

For "Contemporary", this high royalty is definitely a bit high, but after all, it is Lin Weimin's work that is being published.

"You can arrange another assistant for me!"

The young man wore a pair of glasses and had a somewhat bookish air, "Hello, Teacher Lin, my surname is Tong, my name is Tong Zhonggui. I am currently a junior at Yanjing Normal University, and I will be a senior at the beginning of school."

Being able to publish works in two publications with such popularity and influence, it can be said that Tong Zhonggui's strength has already left literary enthusiasts and has a tendency to turn into professional authors.

The problem is that your current level is not high enough. It would be quite difficult to assign someone to do chores specifically for you..."

In the past few months, Lin Weimin's suggestions were adopted by the Chinese Literature Society, and the society did accept a group of college student volunteers.

"Xiao Tong, you have become familiar with the work of the editorial department these days. The first task I assign to you is to register all the submissions and then distribute them to the teachers. Is there any problem?"

Looking at Lao Meng again, Lin Weimin couldn't help but sigh in his heart: How great! He deserves to be a leader!

"That's not the case!"

Meng Weizai pointed at the young man and said, "I promised you yesterday."

Meng Weizai changed the topic and said: "Well, you can lower the royalties and I will get some other benefits for you!"

Not to mention "Stars", there are many poetry magazines in China now, but "Stars" is the first truly professional poetry magazine.

Lin Weimin was full of surprise when he heard this. The young man was very tenacious.

"Wei Min is so busy at work, Lao Qin, you should be considerate and considerate of him. After all, he does not own the editorial department alone!"

"Lao Meng..."

The cycle of heaven and earth brings unsatisfactory retribution!

Lao Qin, do you have this day too?

The young man didn't use Lin Weimin's nonsense and started talking.

The two of them talked and came to the editorial office.

Lin Weimin was furious, "You two...are in the same boat!"

"Oh, poet!"

What the hell, it’s all clear to onlookers.

Tong Zhonggui's expression was a bit shy, "There are forty people in our class, thirty-five of them claim to be poets, and the other five claim to be writers."

"Five yuan!" Meng Weizai showed no mercy.
To be continued...