Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 205 Zhao Hongjun resigned

"Don't, don't, don't talk nonsense." Fang Minghua hurriedly stopped: "You will make a mistake by disturbing the morale of the army! How many people do you know who are eyeing the position of editor-in-chief?"

"I know, but it's not that I underestimate them, they can't do it." Bai Miao's tone was sarcastic: "The times have changed. As the editor-in-chief, you don't have the ability to increase the sales of the magazine. There is a problem with the salaries and bonuses of comrades. Who is still fooling around? Even if you are sent by the King of Heaven, I can’t do it!”

"Okay, stop talking and wait until that day comes." Fang Minghua quickly stopped him from continuing to be impassioned and said with a smile:

"Brother Bai, it's your turn to treat me this time."

"Me? I haven't written a novel for a long time. What's the treat?" Bai Miao was a little confused.

"Didn't you write a literary review called "It's still necessary to open up or face life", which was favored by Wang Yu and will be published in the review column of the next issue of "Yanhe"? Why don't you treat me?!"

"It hasn't been officially published yet," Bai Miao defended.

Fang Minghua chuckled: "This is a pre-invitation now! It will be a formal invitation in the future!"

"I" Bai Miao was speechless. "Okay, Lao Ma's mutton dip tonight!"

"That won't work, at least the May Day Hotel!"

Therefore, Comrade Bai Miao, who was rated as the stingiest in the editorial department, set up a table at the May Day Hotel for the first time.

A week later, it was Fang Minghua’s turn to treat him to a treat again, because of a letter from Ye Yongmei, who was on the China Central Radio Station’s novel serial program. The letter said that she admired Fang Minghua’s "Crossing the Guandong" very much.

I want to record it as an audio program and publish it on CCTV. The copyright remuneration is 300 yuan. I want to seek Fang Minghua’s personal opinion.

I definitely agree. What’s your opinion?

As for whether the copyright price is high or low, 300 yuan, Fang Minghua doesn't care at all.

However, the content of the letter surprised Fang Minghua. It seemed that the other party had not received the letter written by Lu Yao at all!

Looking at the time when the other party wrote the letter, it is estimated that Lu Yao's letter had not been received at that time.

This happened

But no matter what, if CCTV can broadcast it, it will achieve its goal!

So, Fang Minghua generously took out 150 yuan and invited Lu Yao and Bai Miao to have dinner at the May Day Hotel. However, this time he learned from the previous experience and drank in moderation.

The Spring Festival of 1985 came relatively late. New Year's Eve fell on February 2. Although it felt like the New Year was very close after New Year's Day, for Fang Minghua, it didn't feel much.

They don't have to worry about family matters at all.

No, tonight, including her sister Fang Mingli, they were all busy at home helping her mother make various pasta and braised pork, but Fang Minghua was lying on his bed with nothing to do, reading a magazine.

"Popular Cinema".

Zhu Lin is on the cover again.

Gee

Luo Dayou's broken gong voice came from the four-speaker tape recorder on the desk:

You once told me you will always love me

I understand love, but what is it forever?

Girl, don't cry, we are still together

Today's joy will be tomorrow's eternal memory

"Love Song 1980"

It's not that he doesn't want to do it, it's that his mother dislikes him for not being able to do his job and is just making trouble.

So Fang Minghua consciously returned to his room.

Suddenly I heard someone knocking on the door, followed by a greeting: "Auntie, uncle, hello."

"Red Army, long time no see, come in and warm yourself up."

"It's okay, is Minghua here?"

"In his room."

It's Zhao Hongjun!

Fang Minghua got up quickly and quickly turned off the recorder. He saw the door to the room being pushed open and Zhao Hongjun walked in carrying a heavy travel bag.

Ah?

Wearing a black suit and tie, a black snowflake woolen coat, a white scarf around his neck, and shiny black pointed leather shoes.

If he had worn a top hat, Fang Minghua would have thought that Xu Wenqiang from "Shanghai Beach" was here.

"Red Army, what are you busy with during this time? Why can't you be seen?" Fang Minghua asked with a smile.

"I just went to Huacheng and Pengcheng." Zhao Hongjun replied, turning around very coquettishly: "How do you think of this outfit?"

"Yes, he's very handsome."

"No, do you think I look like a big boss?"

"boss?"

"Minghua, I'm here to tell you solemnly today! I'm resigning! No, it's not a resignation, it's just a suspension of work without pay."

"Does your dad agree?" Fang Minghua asked quickly.

"What if I don't agree? He also knows that I don't want to have an official career. Rather than holding me like this and making everyone unhappy, it's better to let go completely." Zhao Hongjun lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said quietly.

From Zhao Hongjun's tone, Fang Minghua could feel that the father and son had gone through countless quarrels. "What are you going to do?" Fang Minghua asked again.

"Do this!"

Zhao Hongjun put the briefcase he was carrying on the desk, tipped it down, and a pile of books suddenly came out.

Fang Minghua took a look.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", Huan Gu Long's "Chu Liuxiang" and "Xiao Li's Flying Knife", and Liang Yusheng's "Seven Swords from the Tianshan Mountains"!

Damn it.

They are all martial arts books, and they are all in traditional Chinese characters.

"I bought this from Pengcheng. Didn't we discuss it the year before last? You didn't let me publish a martial arts book at the time, but now I think the time has come, right?"

Fang Minghua did not object this time, but nodded.

"Has the ISBN been resolved?" Fang Minghua asked again.

"Solved, it's very simple." Zhao Hongjun looked proud.

"Simple?!"

Zhao Hongjun sat down on the bed and told what happened.

It turns out that Guangdong People's Publishing House has just separated into Education Publishing House and New Century Publishing House. They are all responsible for their own profits and losses, and they are in urgent need of finding rice to cook.

It just so happened that Zhao Hongjun's brother-in-law knew Liu Jiming, who had just been appointed as the president of New Century Publishing House. After some effort, he was willing to sell Zhao Hongjun a book number so that he could publish in the name of their publishing house.

"Really selling it to you?"

New World Publishing House is also a very formal publishing company.

"You don't know, people in Guangdong Province are very clever in doing things nowadays, unlike us people in Qin Province. They don't dare to do this, they don't dare to do that, and they have to wait for the red-headed documents from above to do anything! This can be a hammer thing!"

Zhao Hongjun complained and continued: "But that guy is also cruel. Do you know how much a book number costs?"

"How many?"

"5 million!"

Damn it! So damn dark.

"But I also agreed. I will definitely earn a few hundred thousand back! Minghua, let's do it together."

"Okay. Then tell me what you think."

"Establish a company. Anyway, the national policy is liberalized and allows individuals to set up companies. Let me tell you. I have already obtained the business license!"

After speaking, Zhao Hongjun took out a copy of the business license from the pocket inside his woolen coat.

It read: Shengshi Book Publishing Company.

Legal representative: Zhao Hongjun

"Minghua, let me ask you, do you want to buy shares?" Zhao Hongjun asked.

Fang Minghua pondered for a moment and then asked: "Who else besides you is a shareholder now?"

"It's just me. If you don't want to invest, I'll find someone else."

"No need to look for it, it's just the two of us."

"I think so too. If there are too many people, we can't do business. How about half the capital?"

"Row."

"Then I will be the general manager and give you the job of deputy general manager." Zhao Hongjun said.

"No, no, I only invest and don't participate in specific operations." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll bring Tangtang in."

"Tangtang?"

"Yes, I asked Tangtang to take charge of finance. Isn't she studying accounting? I don't trust others." Zhao Hongjun explained.

"I have no objection, but I have to agree with Tangtang."

"I will tell her. Minghua, now I have a task for you."

"What mission?"

"Hurry up and read all these books and choose the ones that you think are the most profitable to print. After all, we only have one ISBN." Zhao Hongjun said.

(End of this chapter)