"From Suzhou."

Lin Weimin knows that these days there are many young people who only love poetry and don't think highly of other literary categories. I think Tong Zhonggui is also like this.

"This is what I wrote."

Only Tan Chaoyang was silent and shed tears. When he thought about the meetings and meetings in the club, he couldn't help but feel filled with regret.

Lin Weimin nuzzled his lips towards Tong Zhonggui, "It's different. Now we can be considered as long-term workers. Now, here comes another beast!"

Lin Weimin nodded, "No problem."

"Assistant is just a way of saying it! You can't say that to the club. Just give me one of the college student volunteers recruited by the club."

Lin Weimin was shocked, "Old Meng, you are so open-mouthed! No! Two yuan at most, no more."

Tong Zhonggui had just been working for a few minutes when several people gathered around him asking questions.

"It's nothing. If you say you want a match for Lao Meng, why don't you give me a match?"

"I posted it. I posted a poem on "Flying Sky" in the first half of the year, and a group of poems on "Stars" last month." Tong Zhonggui replied honestly.

Not bad, he must be a good hand at work.

When Meng Weizai said this, Lin Weimin wanted to spit in his face.

Before Tan Chaoyang could refute, Meng Weizai waved his hand.

It’s reduced to 12 yuan for 1,000 words, and everyone can accept it.

"What benefits?"

Qin Chaoyang looked at Meng Weizai, his face full of surprise and grief at being betrayed by his comrade.

If you suddenly offer a high price of fifteen yuan per thousand words, there is a risk of disrupting the manuscript fee standards set by the editorial department.

Lin Weimin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he almost went straight to look at the mouth of his teeth. These were all good animals... a new force!

If you look closely, you can see that he is actually quite handsome. Of course, compared with Teacher Lin, he is still a bit inferior.

Meng Weizai began to lament the difficulty of this operation. At the end, Tu Qiong saw, "Four yuan!"

"I like writing poetry? Have you published any works?" Yao Shuzhi asked.

It won’t work until school starts. You can only come for three and a half days a week. The details will be determined based on their course schedule.”

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "From what I mean, you must not have gone."

"Director, what's the matter?"

"What are you doing? I heard you two making trouble outside!" Meng Weizai asked, leaning his head.

Lin Weimin looked at this young man and felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Liu Yin was amused by him, "Your mouth is so mean!"

At this moment, they are not busy anymore.

"It's okay, just joking."

It was first published in 1950 and resumed publication in 1981. It was renamed "Feitian" and is a relatively influential literary publication in the northwest region.

Isn’t this like a snipe and a clam fighting, with the fisherman benefiting?

Meng Weizai interrupted Lin Weimin and said, "Okay, don't stop talking. Xiao Tong will be your soldier from now on. It's summer vacation for him now, so he can come to the club every day to order mao."

Lin Weimin admitted that he was moved.

Meng Weizai said something to Qin Chaoyang and then faced Lin Weimin.

"Where is your hometown?"

This is also the reason why Qin Chaoyang and Meng Weizai kept asking Lin Weimin to reduce the manuscript fee. It was not that the editorial department could not afford the manuscript fee.

"Write, write poetry."

Tong Zhonggui nodded and said: "I know that when you went there, it caused a big sensation in our school. Many people skipped class to listen to your speech."

Lin Weimin arranged the first job for Tong Zhonggui.

"Su Tong? What's your pen name?"

Tong Zhonggui looked a little embarrassed, not knowing how to answer Lin Weimin's question.

Add in a young man who can help with the chores, and the life of this deputy editor is simply not too beautiful!

Just thinking about it makes me laugh out loud!

The next day, shortly after Lin Weimin went to work, Meng Weizai called him to the office. At this time, a young man was standing in the office.

"That's because you're not busy enough. You and Lao Qin leave all the work to me all day long. I have such a heavy workload!"

Lin Weimin is not short of the manuscript fee. It is not too much to give him a helper to do chores. Now he is responsible for most of the chores and administrative affairs in the editorial department. He has not been left behind in the daily review work. Indeed,

It's a bit hard.

When Lin Weimin led Tong Zhonggui into the office, several colleagues looked at the two of them.

Lin Weimin, who was writing a letter with his head down, suddenly looked up.

"Yes. I originally used my real name when I submitted articles. Later, I published a poem in "Flying". I thought it was a bit tacky to print my real name directly on the publication, so I chose this pen name." Tong Zhonggui said truthfully.

"Su Tong! What a great name!"

When no one was paying attention, Lin Weimin came over. Everyone heard his words and looked over.
Chapter completed!