Author: Sitting at Jingting

What makes Lin Weimin different from many others is that he achieved achievements at a young enough age that most writers cannot achieve in their lifetime.

As long as he is willing to go abroad for inspection, study, and exchanges, such opportunities are readily available.

Even if he had to go abroad at his own expense, Lin Weimin could afford it.

So, why should he mess with this muddy water?

After hearing what he said, Mr. Wan couldn't help scolding him: "I don't know where your arrogance comes from. It's obviously a good thing."

Lin Weimin joked: "Military imperialism will never die in destroying us. We must always be vigilant!"

Mr. Wan smiled at his gag.

After coming out of Mr. Wan's house and walking to the front of the building, Lin Weimin thought of Feng Xiaogang, who was shivering from the cold just now.

He exhaled a white breath. In such a cold weather, he ran here and squatted. Apart from anything else, his perseverance alone was not comparable to that of ordinary people. Let's just think of it as a good relationship.

Early the next morning, before Lin Weimin entered the courtyard of the Chinese Literature Society, he saw Feng Xiaogang standing at the gate waving to him.

"You came early enough." Lin Weimin got out of the car and said with a smile.

"I know you are busy and I'm afraid of wasting your time, so I came here early."

Feng Xiaogang followed Lin Weimin into the back building.

When he arrived at the office, Lin Weimin poured him a cup of tea. Taking advantage of the fact that Lao Qin didn't come over at this moment, Lin Weimin was not polite and said straight to the point: "Tell me, what do you want to see me for?"

Feng Xiaogang looked a little embarrassed, "I'm really embarrassed to say this..."

"Then stop talking!"

Lin Weimin's words made Feng Xiaogang's face freeze in place. Seeing the relaxed smile on his face, Feng Xiao just realized that what he said was a joke.

"You, stop being so vain. If you have something to say, just tell me directly. There's no point in beating around the bush."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Feng Xiaogang's face. Teacher Lin was very aware of his little thoughts, hiding them to make people laugh.

"I want you to help me find a job."

Feng Xiaogang finally said what was in his heart and looked at Lin Weimin with a bit of anxiety in his eyes.

"Help you find a job? You haven't found a job yet?" Lin Weimin asked.

"No. I have a job. I'm in the urban construction company. I went there and was assigned to the labor union. I didn't like it. My major doesn't match my major and there's no development prospect." Feng Xiaogang thought, since we've already talked about it, let's stop pretending. What can we say?

What, he also saw that Teacher Lin is an open-minded person, so he might as well just do it.

"I'm about to turn 30 now, and I don't want to just hang around and wait to die. I work in art design in the army, so I have something to do with literature and art.

Among the people I know, you are the only great writer in the literary and art world. From the first time we met that day, I saw that you are a kind-hearted person, so I boldly ran to Mr. Wan’s house and squatted down at your door.

, I just wanted to chat with you and see if I could find a way to change my job."

Feng Xiaogang baldly said everything in his heart. Apart from being a bit flattering, he was all telling the truth.

Lin Weimin frowned after hearing what he said.

Feng Xiaogang carefully observed his expression, feeling uneasy inside.

"How do you know that I can handle such a big job change?"

When Feng Xiaogang faced Lin Weimin's problem, his mind was spinning rapidly, "Actually, I don't know if you can do it. But our family is just ordinary people, and we have no relatives around us, so I can only place my hope on you."

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "When you say that, it puts me under a lot of pressure!"

Feng Xiaogang said hurriedly: "Mr. Lin, please don't get me wrong. I am not relying on you. I really have no other options."

He said, taking out a few rolled paintings from his bag, "These are my usual exercises. You can see, I really love literary and artistic work."

Lin Weimin took Feng Xiaogang's painting and looked at it twice.

He didn't know much about painting, but he could still figure it out at a rough level by occasionally looking at thousands of celebrity calligraphy and paintings at home.

Feng Xiaogang's level is definitely not as good as that of a professional painter, but as an artist for a studio, he is still more than enough.

Lin Weimin put the finished painting aside and said to Feng Xiaogang: "The painting is good, is this your specialty?"

Feng Xiaogang nodded.

"So, do you plan to join a studio or a TV station?"

"People and art are also good!"

Lin Weimin laughed dumbly, "You have already asked about this!"

"Who in Yanjing doesn't know about these glorious deeds of yours!"

After being complimented by Feng Xiaogang again, Lin Weimin sighed in his heart, "Pants is a talent!"

"You have to start as a student to get into Renyi. Can you do it?"

When Feng Xiaogang heard this, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and he said after a moment: "Yes!"

Lin Weimin smiled and shook his head, "That will only happen when we recruit people."

Feng Xiaogang was disappointed when he heard this.

"Let's tell the truth. I can help you find a job, but not much. I don't run the company. I just hire people when I say I can. But..."

When Lin Weimin said this, Feng Xiaogang's eyes lit up again.

"But there are two opportunities at the moment. One is my film "The Wind", which CCTV is preparing to make into a TV series. The second is that a novel by one of my authors has been chosen by Yanjing TV Studio and will be adapted into a TV series.

A screenwriter's name was attached.

I can introduce you as an artist, but it can only be a temporary job. If you want to establish a company, you have to let people see your ability."

Feng Xiaogang was overjoyed. Although he had known for a long time that it would not be difficult for Teacher Lin to arrange a job for him, he never thought that he could choose between asking someone to help him find a job.

CCTV and Yanzhi are both good institutions. The most important thing is that they also match his major.

Feng Xiaogang suppressed his inner excitement and said, "I listen to you. I will go to whichever house you ask me to go to."

"It doesn't matter if you are a temporary worker?"

"What are you talking about? What a great job this is. I have to be a temporary worker for your sake!" Feng Xiaogang said.

Lin Weimin nodded slightly, "It stands to reason that CCTV has a great reputation. If you want to go there, you must go to CCTV. But my suggestion to you is to go to Yanjing TV Studio."

Lin Weimin then analyzed it for Feng Xiaogang, "CCTV is a big brand, so it sounds good to work there. But they have too many talents. If you are an artist who has become a monk halfway, you may not be able to get ahead if you join them. Even if you have the ability, you have to

It's based on seniority.

The Yanjing TV Studio is different. It was just established the year before last year, and it was a time when talent was needed. The comrade in charge of the production of "Plain Clothes Police" is called Zheng Xiaolong. He is not a few years older than you. This time he can already work in "Plain Clothes Police"

In "Undercover Police", he took on his own role.

If you can show your ability after entering Yanzhi, it will definitely be easier to make progress than at CCTV..."

Feng Xiaogang listened to Lin Weimin's analysis, and his heart was filled with gratitude.

It can be said that he and Teacher Lin met by chance. They had no relatives and no acquaintance. He just came to ask for help in finding a job. The fact that he agreed was already full of surprises for him.

Who would have expected that Teacher Lin had even thought about the path he would take in the future.

Even though Feng Xiaogang is ruthless in flattering others, he is also a person of temperament.

Before Lin Weimin finished speaking, his eyes turned red.

"What's going on?" Lin Weimin asked in surprise.

Feng Xiaogang choked up and said: "Teacher Lin, you are so kind to me. My biological parents are not as kind to me as you."

His disgusting flattery made Lin Weimin's skin crawl all over.

I can't help but complain in my heart, how about you kneel down and recognize me as a foster father?

"No, not really. It's just a job. Whether you can do it for a long time in the future depends on your own efforts!"

Feng Xiaogang looked solemn and said firmly: "Teacher Lin, don't worry, I will never embarrass you!"

"Okay." Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "As long as you say this."

The two talked for a while, and Tan Chaoyang happened to enter the office.

Lin Weimin said: "Okay, let's do this for now, and wait for my news later."

"good."

Lin Weimin sent Feng Xiaogang out of the office. He said words of thanks gratefully. When he walked to the stairs, he saw no one around. He took out a small wooden box from his arms.

"What are you doing?" Lin Weimin frowned.

Seeing his worried expression, Feng Xiaogang hurriedly explained: "Teacher Lin, don't get me wrong. I know you are a great writer and you are not short of money. But I accepted such a big favor from you without saying anything, and I really feel sorry for it. This thing

It’s not worth much, but it’s still an elegant thing..."

Lin Weimin pushed the thing back, "Is this what I'm helping you with?"

"I know your character. You have to understand me. I'm not doing this for you, but to make myself feel better. Just treat it as helping me again."

Feng Xiaogang's eyes were full of sincerity, his expression was sincere, and he refused to take back his hand that was holding the small wooden box.
To be continued...