Chapter 10 How can we sell things about scholars?

In 1980, the fifth term opening tea party of the Institute of Literature was a tea party of unity and victory. The leaders attending the meeting spoke highly of this tea party.

Of course, no matter how harmonious the conference is, there will inevitably be some disharmonious voices.

For example, Comrade Lin Weimin, who shamelessly asked teachers for autographs at a tea party, was named and criticized by director Xu Gang and teacher in charge Tang Yuqiu afterwards.

Comrade Lin Weimin became famous in the Institute of Literary Studies, and even the comrades at School D of the Chaoyang District Committee next door knew his name.

But these things did not affect Lin Weimin at all. Didn't he just want an autograph? It's rare but strange.

If I forced the teachers to take a group photo, and then said later that I was their disciple, I would be able to survive for a year and a half.

Lin Weimin smacked his lips, but it was a pity that he had no money to buy a camera.

Let’s not mention the things that became famous later.

Just after the tea party ended, Lin Weimin was blocked again.

Just now, Lin Weimin took the opportunity of serving tea to go to some old writers to get their autographs, which was noticed by the students at the Literary Research Institute.

After speaking impassionedly, Lin Weimin frowned and looked forward, his eyes full of justice and sincerity. No one dared to doubt the legitimacy of his purpose.

When she said this, everyone immediately came back to their senses. Well, this was not the only opportunity to contact the teachers. It was not easy to get a signed book? They were almost fooled by Lin Weimin.

"Weimin, according to what you said, this book is indeed rare!" Qu Xiaowei rubbed his chin and stared at the covers of the two books.

Good guy, this guy is really shameless. He actually dares to hawk in public. We must get rid of his arrogance.

The two books were placed in front of Gu Hua, but he was not allowed to touch them, "Just take a look at it, don't touch it! This is a collector's edition, if it gets damaged, don't tell me and I will make you pay for it!"

Lin Weimin confessed very bachelorly, "That's right. It took me almost three o'clock to walk back and forth. It was not easy!"

Tang Kangmei felt that it was necessary to teach this kid a lesson and said: "I'm talking about Weimin, your autograph book is not a rare thing. In the future, teachers will inevitably give us lessons, so why don't we have the opportunity to ask for their autographs? What about you?

This thing is not rare!”

Lin Weimin was overjoyed when he heard this. Despite the sincerity on his face after what he just said, he still had a guilty conscience. Qu Xiaowei's unexpected compliment sounded like heavenly music to him.

"Kangmei is right! It's just a signed book, and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. You kid still wants to make money from this thing. You are really blind." The person who said this was Huang Zonghan.

"You think beautifully!"

Lin Weimin frowned, "Vulgar! It's too vulgar! How can we talk about selling scholars? This is called resource exchange. Do you know how hard it was for me to get this book? It was dark last night, No. 18

I didn’t even have a car. I walked around the city for two hours, knocking on bookstore doors, and finally bought a few books. I didn’t return to my dormitory until midnight.”

Lin Weimin's impassioned speech really moved several students, and they nodded, as if that was the case.

"I'm not saying this not to sell badly. I'm just saying that this book came with difficulty, so it becomes even more precious. But just now I was thinking while holding these books, is it a good thing to have this book here with me?

As everyone said just now, we are all in the Literary Research Institute, and we will have many opportunities to contact teachers in the future. Are we afraid that we will not have the opportunity to ask for autographs? So I thought, this book should be of greater use.

"I didn't see you in the first half of last night. I bet you went out to get some books?" Huang Zonghan was the first to attack.

Everyone despised Lin Weimin for his success as a villain.

But if you can’t stand it, there will always be someone who breaks through the lower limit!

"Who cares if you tolerate it or not? You are so shameless."

The students were half-convinced and couldn't tell the truth from the lie for a while, so most people's IQs were always online.

Lin Weimin instinctively felt that Jiang Zilong might be his biggest enemy in the class, not because of anything else but his shameless spirit.

Gu Hua pulled Jiang Zilong away, "Let me see what the old man's signature looks like."

He pointed at Huang Zonghan's nose and lectured: "Do you know what an important occasion is? Do you know what commemorative significance is? Our Institute of Literary Studies was born after the founding of the People's Republic of China. It was suspended in 57 years, and it has been 23 years since this year.

, has lived longer than me. Now we have finally overcome all difficulties and resumed running the school. Is it easy?"

The crowd roared and the pot exploded.

These signed books in my hand are the testimony of this literary event, so I must give this book to everyone, to the literature lovers around you, so that more people can enjoy this honor!

In this regard, I feel that I have an unshirkable responsibility and obligation!”

Qu Xiaowei laughed, "Hey, it's all for literature!"

"Well, Xiaowei is more knowledgeable."

Huang Zonghan opened his mouth and wanted to retort, but after thinking about it, everything this guy said made sense. In the end, he could only ask dryly, "But what does this have to do with selling your books?"

Lin Weimin curled his lips at him, and then said loudly to the many students surrounding him: "The freshly baked Wanjiabao, signed by Wang Meng, is on a first-come, first-served basis. Don't miss it if you pass by!"

Tang Kangmei instinctively felt something was wrong and asked: "According to what you said, this book is so precious, how can you still sell it?"

Lin Weimin glared at him fiercely. How dare a thick-browed bitch dare to betray the revolution? Fortunately, we are still comrades in the same dormitory.

Then, he said sadly: "No, I can't let you make this mistake. Bring the book and I will save it for you."

Jiang Zilong said with a righteous look on his face: "For the people, this is the name signed by the seniors in the literary world. How can you resell it? It's like a secret investment!"

Lin Weimin shook the signed book in his hand, "Is this a book in my hand? Is this a book? This is a witness to the history of our Institute of Literature and Literature! It is the crystallization of the bloody struggle of countless predecessors! The Institute of Literature and Literature has resumed its organizational structure and

There is only one chance to run a school, and even this opening tea party is the only one. Isn’t such an opportunity precious?"

The Literary Research Institute resumed its organizational structure and held a tea party for the opening of the school year. This is a major event for the domestic literary community. We should let more people share this joy.

Qu Xiaowei was disdainful and said that he was ashamed to associate with people like Lin Weimin.

"You know nothing!" Lin Weimin cannot let this kind of thinking spread among students and must correct it.

"What does it matter? It matters a lot!"

"That's right! For literature!" Lin Weimin agreed.

The two of them got closer and closer as they talked, and they even got together.

The people around felt that something was wrong even more. Could it be that Qu Xiaowei was the shill for Lin Weimin?

Well, the more I look at it, the more similar it becomes.
Chapter completed!