Stop feeling superior

Author: Sitting at Jingting

Stop feeling superior

The twelfth lunar month passed quickly. After the 20th of the twelfth lunar month, Lin Weimin successively received feedback from Random House and Gallimard Publishing House on the novel "No matter what, life is beautiful".

Because the novel is in English, Random House can review it and publish it directly, with an initial printing of 500,000 copies. Gallimard still needs time to translate, and the first printing volume has reached 300,000 copies.

The latest masterpiece of the new winner of the Goncourt Literary Prize must have this appearance.

"No matter what, life is beautiful" is about to be published, Teacher Lin once again burst into tears and made a net profit of millions of dollars.

On the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhang Yimou, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, visited Lin Weimin's home.

The year 1987 was like a dream to Zhang Yimou.

In February, "Red Sorghum" won the Golden Bear Award at the Berlin Film Festival, and he suddenly became a proud and representative figure in the Chinese film industry.

There is almost no time for rest throughout the year, either when I am attending a film festival or on my way to one.

While chatting with Lin Weimin, Zhang Yimou sighed that winning a big award and becoming famous is not necessarily a good thing. He had not thought about movies for a long time.

Others may have said this because of Versailles, but when Zhang Yimou said this, Lin Weimin understood it very well.

Looking back in later generations, when he was over seventy years old, he could still produce movies at the rate of one movie per year. If it weren't for his love for movies, who would have been able to do it? He would have long since retired.

Almost half of the year was spent participating in film festivals and various activities. Even if he received some honors, it was indeed a waste for Zhang Yimou.

Are the awards at those film festivals higher than the Golden Bear Award?

It's nothing more than to give the official face. It's not easy to produce such an award-winning film in China, so naturally it needs to be flaunted, just like a poor man suddenly getting rich.

When Lin Weimin asked about his plans for his next film, Zhang Yimou shook his head blankly. He had been busy outside for a year, and it was all unrelated to film shooting. How could he have the time and energy to consider these things.

And he felt that during the year he didn't make a movie, his ideas for movies almost came to a standstill.

There is also a burden in my heart. "Red Sorghum" won the Golden Bear Award, so the next movie won't be too bad, right?

Even if you can't win the Golden Bear, you still have to go to a few film festivals and win a few awards, otherwise it's a failure.

This is the burden of success. Even if Zhang Yimou was already middle-aged when he became famous, it was still difficult to avoid being swayed by such emotions.

Lin Weimin understood his thoughts, shook his head and said, "You have to learn to refuse appropriately, otherwise how will people know you have a temper?"

As he spoke, he walked to the bookshelf, took out a copy of "Contemporary" and handed it to Zhang Yimou.

This operation is so familiar!

Zhang Yimou took over the magazine, which was published in the second half of the year and had just been published a few months ago.

"You haven't read many new novels this year, right?" Lin Weimin asked.

A hint of shame flashed across Zhang Yimou's face, "Yeah."

"Take a good look, maybe you'll get some inspiration." Lin Weimin clicked on the magazine cover and said with some deep meaning.

Zhang Yimou nodded in conviction. The few times Teacher Lin clicked on the magazine were similar to the three times that Patriarch Bodhi knocked Wukong on the head.

With Teacher Lin's guidance, he somehow let go of his previous burdens and obsessions. He decided to read through this issue of "Contemporary" when he went back. Teacher Lin would never make a mistake.

In the evening, Tao Huimin came back from filming and talked to Lin Weimin about returning to Wenzhou for the New Year.

During this period of time, Lin Weimin had nothing to do, but Tao Huimin had to film a movie and couldn't have a holiday until the 27th of the twelfth lunar month.

After a year and a half of filming, "Dream of Red Mansions" is already halfway through production and will be finished in another year.

It was the holiday on the 27th, and counting the time spent on the train, it was almost the New Year when the two of them arrived at Tao Huimin's house.

On the twenty-third of the year, Lin Weimin took Tao Huimin to Qizuo Hutong and had a dinner.

This year he will not be celebrating the New Year in Yanjing, so this meal will be regarded as an early New Year's Eve dinner.

The eldest daughter of Han Zhuangzhuang's family is now half a year old. Yin Geli has plenty of breast milk and the child is growing very gratifyingly. Tao Huimin teased her for a while and her eyes were full of love.

Occasionally glancing at Teacher Lin is very stressful.

The next day, Tao Huimin continued filming, while Lin Weimin began preparing the new year's goods to take home.

These days, unlike later generations, there is no online shopping, and there are not so many supermarkets. If you want to buy things, you really have to travel from place to place.

After a busy day, when she got home, Tao Huimin was a little worried when she saw so many things, "I bought too many things. I don't need so much."

"When a new son-in-law comes to visit, he must show his sincerity!" Lin Weimin said with a smile.

Tao Huimin's eyebrows showed a bit of joy.

Another day, the editorial department called Lin Weimin and asked him to go to the work unit to collect bonuses and new year gifts.

Lin Weimin drove to the Chinese Literature Society and said hello to Uncle Zhai.

"Hey, for the sake of the people, I feel a lot more energetic when I don't go to work!"

"That's right! Only when you don't go to work do you know how good it is to not go to work!"

As Lin Weimin was talking, he saw Cheng Wanchun coming down the stairs from the second floor.

He frowned as he listened to Lin Weimin's words. There was something wrong with this kid's state of mind!

"Weimin, how have you been at home lately? My colleagues at work miss you very much!"

Lin Weimin was flattered by the sudden condolences from the leader, "I miss you all, but the problem is that we have been suspended!"

Lin Weimin looked like an old hermaphrodite as soon as he opened his mouth, and his appearance instantly became hateful.

“I’m thinking about going to the finance department to collect the royalties, but the pile is almost getting hairy!”

Cheng Wanchun hummed and went out.

Lin Weimin said to Uncle Zhai: "This leader is hypocritical."

Arriving at the finance office, Lin Weimin immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

"Oh, you are finally here!"

The huge bill of royalties was left in the office, but Lin Weimin didn't come to collect it. The finance team was always on tenterhooks.

Now that the trend of the Goncourt Literary Prize has passed, the sales of Lin Weimin's works have also entered a stable stage.

In more than two months, the total print volume of many Lin Weimin's works published by the Chinese Literature Society exceeded 12 million copies. According to feedback from bookstores and post offices in various places, the vast majority of them have been sold out, leaving only a small amount of stock.

, it is expected that it will be digested in half a year.

Among them, the most popular ones are "Farewell My Concubine" and "Ming Dynasty 1566", with sales exceeding one million each in two months. This is just two months of sales.

"Farewell My Concubine" has therefore become the first work among Lin Weimin's works to have a total sales volume of more than 5 million copies in China.

In the past two months, the benefits created by Lin Weimin's works accounted for almost a quarter of the Chinese Literature Society's entire year. If the sales of Lin Weimin's works in other times of the year are included, plus the sales of "Contemporary" hosted by Lin Weimin, Lin Weimin's

It affects nearly two-thirds of the benefits of the Chinese Literature Society.

Simply terrifying!

Lin Weimin also received an astonishing RMB 820,000 in royalties from the printing of these two months, which is more than the combined annual salary of all Chinese Literature Society employees.

Under the watchful eyes of the financial staff, Lin Weimin signed and received the manuscript payment slip, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The royalties are sent away, and everyone can have a good year!

After receiving the royalties, Lin Weimin received the year-end bonus, totaling 242 yuan and 60 cents, which was almost two months' salary.

Lin Weimin was happier with the money than with the hundreds of thousands in royalties, "The benefits of the club this year are really good!"

"Isn't that thanks to you? All my colleagues in the company benefited from it."

Lin Weimin is a middle-level cadre in the company, and his salary is relatively high. After two months' salary, everyone should be about the same.

With two extra months of salary at once, you guys can have a good year this year.

"This is all the hard work of everyone!" Lin Weimin said with a smile.

After leaving finance, Lin Weimin went to the "Contemporary" editorial office in the back building and greeted his colleagues warmly.

After not seeing each other for a while, everyone was obviously a little haggard. Lin Weimin was in a good mood when he saw this.

"You guys, you should pay more attention to rest and don't exhaust your body."

Lin Weimin's earnest instructions fully demonstrated the concern and love of leaders for their subordinates.

Everyone looked at him with eyes full of disgust and contempt.

Suspension gives you a sense of superiority!

After being "sent off" from the office by everyone, Lin Weimin first went to the post office to collect his manuscript fee.

With such a large amount of royalties, the post office leaders were paralyzed by the sight. They would definitely not be able to finish it today.

No one would let Teacher Lin's situation be special. He took Lin Weimin directly to the Yanjing branch and withdrew the money.

It was almost dark after I finished handling the manuscript fees, but it was only just five o'clock.

Lin Weimin drove to the high-rise building of Muxidi and carried the items issued by his unit upstairs.

After a while, Tao Huimin also drove up, and the two made an appointment to have dinner at Mr. Wan's house tonight.
To be continued...