Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 579

Chatted a lot with Zha Haisheng and Luo Yihe, um, and gossip, He Ping stayed at Luo Yihe's house.

The next day, he drove to the editorial office of "People's Literature" again, planning to visit Sister Wang Fu.

"Oh! Who is this? Isn't this Boss He?"

Sister Wang Fu was first surprised when she saw him, and then it was him with the connotation of yin and yang.

"Old comrades should not always be so eccentric, but set a good example for young people."

Seeing that two new members had been added to the editorial department, He Ping teased Sister Wang Fu.

"You still know? You've been thinking about how to make money all year round, right? In my opinion, you should let the award committee wipe away your award."

"Don't tell me! I won the award because I wrote it well before, and it has nothing to do with it now. Besides, didn't I also drive the majority of peasant friends to get rich and contribute to the cause of socialism?"

Eldest sister Wang Fu was amused by him, "Stop being silly here!"

He Ping has stopped writing for the past two years, and his new works have been silent. The editor-in-charge of Sister Wang Fu must have opinions, but this does not affect the relationship between the two.

After chatting for a while, Sister Wang Fu asked him how the writer's village in Ping County was doing.

"It's all finished. It is estimated that the village will be opened next month. I am here this time to invite you to support me."

"What's there to support us? I'm afraid that no one will go to your place then."

"Don't you have to rely on the big sister to do more publicity and recruit some talents! Let me tell you, my condition is excellent. The library city of tens of thousands of square meters has a collection of millions of books. The writer's dormitory It has been built a lot, and I dare say the conditions are definitely better than yours. There are also various event spaces and venues, and there are all kinds of places for relaxation and leisure. I also made a lot of murals and sculptures in the park. Go and have a look, please. They are all well-known masters in China, which is definitely interesting.”

self boasting.Naturally, he wanted to brag about the writer's village he built with real money.

"That's enough, that's enough. Li Tuo keeps whispering your words in my ears every year when I come back, and I can even listen to cocoons."

"Don't believe me, let's all go and have a look."

What He Ping said was not a joke. He really wanted to invite the editor-in-chiefs and editors of the top-ranked magazines and newspapers all over the capital to Ping County Writers Village.

This is also a form of propaganda.

Seeing He Ping's seriousness, Sister Wang Fu asked, "Really?"

"Is that still fake?"

"Sister, let me tell you. My Writer's Village has discounts for friends with difficult conditions. A considerable part of the dormitory is rented to them in the form of low-cost rent. Many of them can't make much money temporarily in writing. My friend, it's definitely a good place to come to me."

Sister Wang Fu had heard these words from Li Tuo before, but this time it came from He Ping's mouth, which was more credible.

"If this is the case, you really have done a good thing for the Chinese literary world."

After chatting in the editorial office for a while, He Ping planned to drag Eldest Sister Wang Fu to find Wang Meng. I haven't seen this little old man for a long time.

But now the little old man is shaking, and he took up the post of senior official of the Ministry of Culture last June.

After finally waiting for Sister Wang Fu to get off work, He Ping drove her to Hufang Bridge in Santana. Wang Meng has been living in Hufang Bridge Writer's Building not far from Guangming Daily for the past few years.

"Sister, I haven't seen you for a few years now. Teacher Wang has become a senior official in a ministry. How do you think you have made any progress?" He Ping joked.

"I'm taking care of you, the big boss, so I haven't made any progress?"

The two went to the writer's building talking and laughing. The high-ranking officials were also civil servants, and their working hours were nine to five.

"Ouch! High-ranking official Wang!" He Ping said with a playful smile when they met each other.

"Ah! Isn't this Xiao He? Seeing that the leader still has a playful smile on his face, he is not serious at all." Wang Meng joked with He Ping in a neutral manner.

"You don't know this. I just finished interviewing a relatively big leader recently. I can't bend down when I suddenly see a small official like you!"

Sister Wang Fu couldn't laugh or cry looking at the old and the young, no matter how big or small, "Okay, no one is in shape for a day."

After a few jokes, Wang Meng let the two of them into the house.Wang Meng's wife is Shan Sanya, a senior editor of Guangming Daily, and she is cooking in the kitchen.

Wang Meng introduced He Ping to him. To Wang Meng, He Ping can make jokes, but he can't to Shan Sanya.

He and Wang Meng are more than 20 years old, and they usually talk about each other as equals, so He Ping asked directly: "Hello, Teacher Shan."

"Your sister-in-law has already cooked and served, so let's have a bite at home." Wang Meng said.

"Don't, I finally came to the capital, so I have to invite you to eat something good no matter what."

Wang Meng and He Ping argued with each other for a few words, and in the end it was Wang Fu who settled down and ate at Wang Meng's house.

"You are stupid, you don't have many chances to kill this little old man, why don't you know how to cherish it at all!"

"That's right, I've grown up so much, I haven't eaten at a senior official's house yet."

The two joked.

After Shan Sanya finished cooking, several people served the table, chatting while eating.

He Ping talked about the writer's village, "This time I come to the capital, I plan to invite more people to build up the momentum."

Wang Meng has always been in the circle of writers in the capital city, and naturally he has heard of He Ping's writer's village. He asked He Ping some information about the writer's village, and thought for a while.

"He Ping, the original intention of your writer's village is very good, but I'm afraid you will lose money to continue doing it?"

He Ping nodded, "If you only look at the Writers' Village, you will definitely lose money. Even if some writers buy houses in the Writers' Dorm Area, it will be difficult to offset the investment in the Writers' Village, not to mention that most of us still mainly rent. In I have considerations in this regard, I opened a publishing house in the capital, and in the future I hope to publish the works of writers through cooperation, so that I can make up for the investment of the writers' village."

"You're quite thoughtful."

Eldest sister Wang Fu sarcastically said: "How can this kid do business at a loss?"

He Ping shouted: "The conscience of heaven and earth, I really don't want to use the writer's village to make money, but I have to get my investment back anyway, right? I have already invested tens of millions!"

tens of millions?
The three people on the table let out a low cry, extremely surprised.

When they talked about the writer's village before, they only knew in general that a lot of money had been invested. Now that the owner of the writer's village, He Ping, said the specific figures, how could they not surprise a few people.

It's the 80s now, Wang Meng's salary is only more than 200 yuan, and He Ping actually spent tens of millions to build a writer's village.

(End of this chapter)