Chapter 284

Afterward, the two sides introduced each other. Yu Chenghui, whose hair and beard were not yet white, was just over 40. Two years ago, he was hired as a coach by the Ningxia Martial Arts Team. His self-created two-handed sword was very famous in the martial arts circle.

According to Coach Wu Bin, Coach Yu had just finished filming *Shaolin Temple*, then returned to his hometown in Yantai, and was preparing to transfer from Beijing back to Ningxia.

Since he came to Beijing, he visited the martial arts master Zhang Wenguang by the way. It happened that Wu Bin was also there, so he, the host, took the initiative to invite him to dinner.

Because the teacher Zhang Wenguang was a Hui, he specially chose Hongbinlou.

Wei Ming said: "*Shaolin Temple*, I know, it's been filmed for more than half a year, right? Is it already finished?"

Yu Chenghui: "Only I finished filming. I have an old partner Yu Hai who is still filming. As for your Little Li from the Beijing Martial Arts Team, it will be even later before he can come back."

Wei Ming nodded. In this way, *Once Upon a Time in China* will definitely be able to drink the first soup.

Biao focused on introducing the famous writer Wei Ming, but Old Man Zhang and Sword Saint Yu had no reaction. Who is this person? Not very familiar.

Biao: "The movie *Once Upon a Time in China* that Yanzi and I filmed, he wrote it."

"Oh, Wei the Madman!"

"I've heard this story on the box, good story!"

Now they finally heard about it. Coach Wu Bin laughed: "Little Wei can be considered both civil and military. With his long arms and long legs, practicing Tongbei Fist must look good."

These martial arts coaches are all professional when they speak. Zhang Wenguang and Yu Chenghui looked at Wei Ming and couldn't help nodding and discussing. It's a pity that they know Tongbei, but they don't know much.

Biao invited the three masters to eat together, but Old Man Zhang waved his hand and refused. There is no need for the elderly to join the young people, and the young people will be uncomfortable. However, he pinched Biao's thick shoulders and let Biao find time to play with him.

Biao's eyes lit up. After they left, Yanzi pushed him, and he reacted, hurriedly running to tell the manager that the table of the three masters was on his account.

When he came back, Wei Ming laughed: "Biao, you haven't answered my question yet. How is your actual combat?"

Little Mei was also happy: "I don't know how the force is, anyway, the courage is not big."

"I am respecting the teacher and respecting the way," Biao said while looking back, and then he answered seriously, "Let's talk about Brother Feng..."

He still likes to use acquaintances as examples: "Brother Feng's body is not bad, and he is a master in the army. He won the first place in the Beijing military competition. When we first entered Peking University, we could fight on par, but before I resigned, we compared privately, and at that time I had already increased muscle and weight."

He didn't say the final result, but the implication was already obvious. Even a master in the army like Brother Feng was not his opponent.

Wei Ming: "Then it should be no problem for you to fight ten people like Little Mei."

Mei Wenhua was about to express dissatisfaction, but Biao said: "For people like Little Mei, I will destroy as many as I come, no limit."

Yunyun didn't like hearing this: "Our Wenhua is a cultural person, and he disdains to compare brute force with you."

Mei Wenhua looked at his wife and laughed, then counterattacked: "Then how many can you fight like my brother-in-law?"

Biao really started to think seriously, while Wei Ming rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscular and fair muscles.

"Three, I guess." Biao estimated.

Wei Ming laughed: "Still giving me face. Okay, with you here, Brother Long and I should not worry about personal safety in Hong Kong."

Yanzi pouted: "Good, you are treating our Biao as a bodyguard."

Gong Ying laughed: "After all, his name has a Biao. Brother Biao, please take care of Brother Long when you arrive in Hong Kong."

Biao waved his big hand: "Easy, easy."

Seeing that the three of them have wives to protect them, while his Xiao Hong just cares about eating.

Alas, miss my Sister Lin and Sister Xue.

When Wu Bin and the three finished their meal and went out to pay the bill, they learned that their bill had been paid by the guests in the private room.

"Is it the one who is as strong as a calf."

"What calf, it's a cow." The manager laughed.

Zhang Wenguang said to Wu Bin: "It's not appropriate to let other children pay. Our meal is not cheap."

Wu Bin waved his hand: "Teacher, you don't know yet. The Oriental New World, the best private shop on Xidan Street, was opened by Biao and his friends. The money that kid earns in a month is worth our year."

"Ah!"

Not to mention Zhang Wenguang, even Yu Chenghui was shocked. His salary is okay to say, but Master Zhang is a master's tutor, martial arts ninth dan, and the salary is very high. One month is worth a year? This must be a big capitalist!

Wu Bin said again: "It's rare that this kid has this filial piety, so let's accept it. However, Teacher, you have to teach that kid a few more moves."

Zhang Wenguang laughed: "I am at this age, can I still hide it? Of course, I will teach as much as I can."

Peking University West Gate.

Zheng Yuanjie looked at this antique gate and the Peking University students coming in and out, even if he disdained the exam-oriented education, he showed envy.

Although Editor Lu repeatedly told him not to disturb Wei Shenme if he had nothing to do, after reading the latest three issues of *Black Cat Detective*, Zheng Yuanjie, as a screenwriter, still had a question he wanted to ask in person.

So he came.

Rather than abruptly going to his home, it is better to come directly to his work unit. Zheng Yuanjie knew that Wei Ming worked in the Peking University Library.

After arriving at the library, seeing the staff in the lobby on the first floor, he immediately stepped forward to state his intention: "Comrade, hello, may I ask where Wei Laoshi Ming works? I have something to find him."

For fanatical book fans like Zheng Yuanjie, Teacher Lin has seen too many, and they even blocked people to the unit.

Usually he might need to make up a lie to send them away, but today it is not needed. Wei Ming is indeed not there.

"Oh, he went out, not in the library."

"Then I will wait for him here, and I can read books by the way." Zheng Yuanjie was calm and unhurried.

"He might come back in the afternoon, or he might just get off work and go home," Teacher Lin asked, "What's the matter with you looking for him?"

"Oh, I am Zheng Yuanjie, the new editor of *Juvenile Literature* responsible for him. I have work matters to talk to him about."

"Oh, so it's an editor," Teacher Lin pointed out, "You go to the big dining hall to see, the Rubik's Cube Club is holding an activity, and the president came to invite Wei Laoshi."

"Rubik's Cube Club?" Zheng Yuanjie was puzzled, what is a Rubik's Cube?

"I think the Rubik's Cube is an extreme sport, an extreme sport about hand and brain power..."

When the members of the Rubik's Cube Club surrounded Wei Ming and asked him to say a few words, as the first person who might have brought the Rubik's Cube movement into the mainland, Wei Ming said so, and then he had to explain to this group of college students with clear eyes what "extreme sports" meant.

After listening to his explanation, everyone nodded and approved. They played this to pursue the ultimate speed. Fast is awesome.

Although some people think this thing is meaningless, playing it well cannot solve mathematical problems, but doing one thing to the limit is significance for mathematicians. Otherwise, why do so many people like to play Sudoku? This itself has no application significance.

Today, the Rubik's Cube Club held a novel Rubik's Cube speed competition in the big dining hall. Wei Hong did not participate, but members of the Rubik's Cube Club from five schools participated. The first place was a student surnamed Yang from the Department of Mathematics at Tsinghua University.

If President Wei participated, this competition would have no suspense.

Next, Wei Hong announced another good news: "Wei Laoshi decided to sponsor 20 Rubik's Cubes for our Rubik's Cube Club, so that each branch can also have Rubik's Cubes in the future. Everyone applaud!"

Wei Ming, who had just received a sum of foreign exchange, said that this was a small matter. Previously, the Rubik's Cube Club only had five Rubik's Cubes, and people from other schools had to come to Peking University to practice, which was very inconvenient.

Zheng Yuanjie came over listening to this applause and recognized that the person standing in the middle was Wei Ming.

After the crowd dispersed, when there was only one Wei Hong beside Wei Ming, Zheng Yuanjie immediately leaned over: "Wei Laoshi, hello, I am Zheng Yuanjie, the editor of *Juvenile Literature* who took over for Team Leader Lu."

Wei Ming looked at him. At this time, Old Zheng still had hair and didn't wear glasses.

"Oh, Zheng Yuanjie? Is it Zheng Yuanjie who wrote *Black Black on Honest Island*?" Wei Ming asked knowingly.

Zheng Yuanjie was pleasantly surprised: "You actually know me?"

Wei Ming: "You also published *Black Black on Honest Island* in the issue where I first published my work in *Juvenile Literature*."

"Yes, yes, that was also my first fairy tale work, and I have focused on writing fairy tales since then, but the influence of the work is not as good as yours." He said frankly.

"I read *The Biography of Pipi Lu* you wrote some time ago, it's a very interesting work, and the imagination is very rich." Wei Ming praised.

Imagination can be said to be Zheng Yuanjie's most precious thing. Maybe it's because he didn't go to school. His imagination can be more unscrupulous, unreasonable, and not bound by rules, while many educated people have lost those precious things in the process of accepting discipline.

Hearing Wei Ming praise himself so much, Zheng Yuanjie, who was not good at being polite, also flattered a few words: "Can't compare with you, can write fairy tales, and can write serious literature, the span is too large."

Wei Ming laughed: "You didn't come to me this time just to praise me, did you."

"Oh, it's like this," Zheng Yuanjie said, "You left three *Black Cat Detective* for Editor Lu before. These three issues all have One-Eared appearing, but he still hasn't been caught. So is *Black Cat Detective* based on catching One-Eared? Will it end after catching him?"

Wei Ming shook his head: "Catching One-Eared alive is not the main line. This is a fairy tale story with a weak main line, mainly based on science popularization. Next, a certain plot might catch One-Eared, but I look at reader letters, they have a love-hate psychology toward One-Eared, so it might make One-Eared suffer some bitterness, then break out of prison, and continue to be against the detective. Without a long-term big villain, the detective will be very lonely."

Wei Ming even thought about it, letting One-Eared have a *Shawshank Redemption*, staging an Andy-style prison break in advance.

Zheng Yuanjie wondered: "Then when will *Black Cat Detective* be written? Will it be written too long? I think readers also need an ending."

Wei Ming: You are embarrassed to talk about me, *Pipi Lu Mobilization* has millions of words, and *Shuke and Beta* also has more than a million words.

Unlike the animated version, the stories of the two mice later are very adult. Shuke married twice, Beta had a one-night stand, and later became a monk. Moreover, it inevitably wrote about alien civilization, and the style before and after was very fragmented.

And Wei Ming at least had a clear creative intention, which was for science popularization and education, and the overall style would also follow this theme.

"It will definitely end. When readers are tired of reading and I am tired of writing, it will be the time for the song to end and the people to disperse. However, I haven't thought about what to write when the big ending comes. It's probably Black Cat Detective retiring."

Zheng Yuanjie was thoughtful, wondering if this would become his motivation to continue developing the Pipi Lu series.

Afterward, Zheng Yuanjie became interested in the Rubik's Cube in Wei Hong's hand.

Wei Ming took it over and showed it to him, and explained the rules: "You are also a writer. You can't delay your creation after becoming an editor. See if this little thing can write a story."

Zheng Yuanjie turned the Rubik's Cube: "What can this write."

Wei Ming gave a hint: "Except for the axis structure in the middle, the Rubik's Cube has a total of 26 small squares. Each small square can be counted as a world, and each world has different rules and customs."

Zheng Yuanjie: "Just like *Gulliver's Travels* and *Flowers in the Mirror*!"

The story structure of *Rubik's Cube Building* is indeed similar to these two Chinese and Western classics, but it reflects the current reality more and has profound connotations. Even many children will feel chilling after reading it.

Wei Ming just provided him with an idea, it depends on whether he can write this story two years in advance. Anyway, he has no time to write this.

"Wei Laoshi, are you free tomorrow? I want to discuss this story about the Rubik's Cube with you in depth."

"Alas, tomorrow is probably not possible, I have to go to the Writers Association."

At this time, Zheng Yuanjie was still eager to join the Writers Association. He asked: "Are you going to the Writers Association for a meeting?"

Wei Ming shook his head: "Going to receive an award, the National Excellent Novella Award."

Previously, the National Excellent Short Story Award had been held several times. Wei Ming had only written one short story, *Spring River Water Warm Duck Prophet*, and had won an award once.

But the National Excellent Novella Award selection was held for the first time. The selection range was novellas created between 1977 and 1980. All of Wei Ming's works were within the award period.

These two awards were generally selected by the Writers Association and *People's Literature* together, and later slowly evolved into the Lu Xun Literature Award, which is the highest honor for novellas in China.

It's just that Wei Ming didn't know which novel of his won the award, and what grade of award he got.

Because Mr. Mao Dun had entered the countdown of his life, the person leading the award this time was Ba Lao. He arrived in Yanjing a few days ago and got an article of special significance from Mr. Mao Dun's son Wei Tao.

"Sister Chen!" After arriving at the scene, Wei Ming saw an acquaintance, Sister Chen Rong was also there.

In addition, there were acquaintances such as Aunt Zong Pu, Jiang Zilong, and Wang Meng.

Wei Ming could chat with Sister Chen Rong about her son Liang Zuo's performance at school, and could chat with Aunt Zong Pu about the cats in their respective homes.

In addition, they also introduced Wei Ming to some literary celebrities who were also present, such as Feng Jicai, Liu Shaotang, Zhang Kangkang, Lu Yanzhou, and one who smoked without leaving his hand and spoke with a northern Shaanxi accent, named Lu Yao.

It is really a gathering of sages, all of whom are the young and strong in the current literary circle. Wei Ming's camera can be considered to have a place to use.

Wei Ming, who was in his twenties, was definitely a junior among this group, but no one dared to underestimate him, just because of the one-third of *The Human Righteous Way Is Vicissitudes*.

It is too difficult to write a long novel, especially a big book with hundreds of thousands of words. That thing requires life force. Now some people are thirty or forty years old and have not written a long novel.

What's more, *Human Righteous Way* is magnificent. Although it is only one-third, its excellence can already be foreseen. When everyone chats with Wei Ming, they are all looking forward to the second part in the March issue of *Harvest* a few days later.

After chatting for a while and taking some photos, the award ceremony officially began. Ba Jin, the first vice chairman of the Writers Association, and several vice chairmen Liu Baiyu and Chen Huangmei also attended the scene.

This time, a total of 15 writers won awards, including 5 first-class awards, and the remaining 10 were second-class awards.

First is the first-class award. Ba Lao on the stage directly read the work, the author's name, and the publication.

The first is *Middle Age*, Chen Rong, *Harvest*, the first issue of 1980.

Everyone applauded spontaneously. Sister Chen Rong can be considered a late bloomer. She only officially debuted at the age of 40. Since then, every work has had excellent repercussions. For a long time, Liang Zuo was called "Chen Rong's son who went to Peking University," and Liang Tian was "Chen Rong's only child who didn't go to Peking University."

Next is *On the River Without Navigation Marks*, Ye Weilin, *Furong*, the 3rd issue of 1980.

*Furong* is a literary publication in Hunan, and Ye Weilin is also mainly active in Hunan. Later, this novel was adapted into a movie by Wu Tianming.

The third one whose name was read was *The Legend of Tianyun Mountain*, a work by Lu Yanzhou. Xie Jin is currently filming this movie.

Later, Lu Yanzhou's daughter-in-law Wang Liping wrote a TV series *Good Times*, starring Hu Ge. Because his granddaughter was ugly, she was arranged by her mother to film a kissing scene with a little fresh meat and became famous.

The fourth is *Butterfly*, a work by Wang Meng, published in *October*. This is a work with some stream of consciousness, and the artistic component is very high.

Fifth, the authors under the stage stared at the paper in Ba Lao's hand with some expectation. Although there are awards, the first-class award is definitely better than the second-class award.

"*Spring in the Sheep Class*, Wei Ming, *People's Literature*, the second issue of 1980."

After hearing his name, Wei Ming immediately went on stage, standing in a row with Wang Meng, Chen Rong, and others to accept the honor.

When the Excellent Short Story Award was awarded last year, Wei Ming couldn't participate because he was not in Yanjing. This was the first time he personally received a major literary award.

He was still a bit trance, but he could also see a trace of envy in the eyes of the peers applauding under the stage.

At the age of only 20, he killed out from so many excellent writers and works in the country, and won the National Excellent Novella Award in two consecutive years.

This is because there is no national-level Excellent Long Novel Award, otherwise maybe he would have to have it.

Wei Ming and the five won the first-class award. Next, Feng Jicai's *Ah! *, Liu Shaotang's *Puliu Family*, Zhang Kangkang's *Faint Morning Mist*, Jiang Zilong's *Pioneer*, Zong Pu's *Three Lives Stone*, Lu Yao's *Thrilling Scene*, and other ten works won the second-class award.

Each writer has at most one work that won the award. Even if Wei Ming's *The Herdsman* also has great influence, only one work won the award.

It is worth mentioning that among these 15 works, *Harvest* won the scene with six works, and *October* has five works, which is also quite powerful.

And *Huacheng*, which is also one of the four famous beauties, has no works that won the award. This may also be related to *Huacheng* being far away in Guangzhou and out of reach.

And most of these 15 works are related to that decade. Even Wei Ming's *Spring in the Sheep Class* is also a story of that period, which has the meaning of "the country is unfortunate and the poet is fortunate." That is really a huge treasure house of materials, but this treasure house is limited in time.

This award result will be announced with the April issue of *People's Literature*, and the next time to select the National Excellent Novella is 1981-1982, once every two years.

When walking out of the Writers Association, Sister Chen Rong also asked Wei Ming about his next creative plan.

Wei Ming thought about it. Wu of the Xiying Film Studio wanted to adapt *A Terracotta Warrior*, but later there was no movement. Then next, he would likely write the dinosaur science fiction novel he promised to *Science Fiction World* before.

However, this novel is likely not to be placed under the pen name "Wei Ming." As for what "Wei Ming" writes, he really has no ideas for the time being.

A *Human Righteous Way Is Vicissitudes* really cost him too much effort. So many characters, so many stories, so many deaths, the writer is numb. Next, maybe he will write more game works to change his brain.

By the way, I am going to Hong Kong, should I come up with two more scripts or write some songs to test the water?

There are still more than two months, so I can think about it slowly.

After eating outside at noon, Wei Ming slowly returned to Peking University in the afternoon and wrote the five words "Jurassic Park" at his work post.

Getting dinosaur genes from mosquitoes in amber to revive dinosaurs is not a fresh idea. People at home and abroad have written about it.

For example, our country's science fiction writer Zheng Wenguang wrote a science fiction novel about reviving ancient creatures in 1980—*Prehistoric World*. In addition, he also wrote a dinosaur-related novel *Jurassic*.

In fact, the most creative part of *Jurassic Park* is the word "Park."

Now zoos are becoming more and more popular in large and medium-sized cities in China, and it goes without saying abroad. Generally, zoos can have lions, tigers, and giraffes, which is not bad. If there is a giant panda, it can ignite the sightseeing desire of tourists.

But what if there are extinct prehistoric giant beasts and dinosaurs in this zoo?

And this zoo is placed on an island, and the island is full of all kinds of dinosaurs. In addition to novelty, it must be accompanied by another element—danger.

To a certain extent, *Jurassic Park* can also be regarded as a horror novel. The protagonist group faces life threats from giant beasts at any time.

Previously, Wei Ming had read a lot of dinosaur-related books, some from Peking University, some from the Beijing Library, and some foreign books and periodicals sent to him by Melinda. He recorded more than half a notebook, with data and habits of various dinosaurs.

These accumulations allowed him to start directly without any hesitation~

(End of chapter)