Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 342 "Which one is more profitable, "In the Snow" or "The Ordinary World"?"

I was also busy during the Chinese New Year. I carried my children and visited relatives. I went back to my father-in-law’s house on the second day of the first lunar month and stayed for a day. The next day, I went back to Bailuyuan to meet my grandma and grandpa, making them happy to see their great-grandson. Although the child is very young and the weather is cold, with a car, this is not a problem.

I went to work until the fifth day of the first lunar month.

As soon as the New Year is over, Fang Minghua gets busy. He has to attend various meetings and studies of the Provincial Writers Association. He has to be the final check on the first issue of this year's "Yanhe" magazine.

Including "The Stubborn Lord" written by Wang Shuo and recommended by the editor of this issue.

This is his masterpiece, which tells the story of three young people who opened a "three T" company that "solves problems for others, solves problems for others, and suffers hardships for others." At the beginning of the company's opening, business was booming and there was an endless stream of customers: Yang Zhong was in love with his girlfriend Liu Meiping on behalf of a doctor, but because of his outstanding performance, Liu Meiping's favor doubled; he held an awards ceremony for Baokang, a third-rate writer, and arrested people at the scene. Play as a famous author...

This is also his transformation work. From the relatively fresh and simple writing language of "The Stewardess" to the ridiculing language, humorous and cynical narrative style, ruffian literature began to take shape.

Its literary value is that it shows the absurdity and decadence of life and is a spiritual portrayal of a generation; its reproduction and ridicule of people's spiritual ruins can show the cultural predicament in the new era and form an innovative literature. The way of expression is to use jokes to relieve people's inner depression.

In a sense, Wang Shuo's novels can also be classified as avant-garde works, but compared with Yu Hua and others, they are more commercial writing.

Therefore, it can easily be adapted into a movie, and "The Unruly" is one of them.

"It's okay, what is this?"

"I have wine, but I don't have any food to go with it." Fang Minghua spread his hands and said, "As you know, my family hasn't had a meal during this period."

Zhao Hongjun chuckled.

"Red Army, why are you not at home and accompanying your sister-in-law to my place this late at night?" Fang Minghua felt strange.

"What? Want to drink?"

Seeing this guy like this, Fang Minghua knew what he wanted to do.

When the braised vegetables were hot, Fang Minghua took them out and placed them on the coffee table. He also took out a bottle of Maotai from the cabinet in the back room.

"I am just a poor scholar with no position or power. Who would give me Maotai?" Fang Minghua said with a smile: "I bought it myself."

Fang Minghua found a relationship and bought a notebook for his parents, but his mother thought that liquefied gas was too expensive and said it was unsafe to use, so Fang Minghua had no choice but to move it home and use it himself.

I work during the day and take care of my children at night, then start my writing career.

After recommending Wang Shuo's novels, Fang Minghua also has to comment on the first four chapters of the second part of "The Ordinary World", which is serialized in a new novel column this year.

"Hey, it sticks like dog skin plaster all day long, what's the point?" After Zhao Hongjun said this, he walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

"Ouch. Maotai! Minghua, are you starting to become corrupt too?" Zhao Hongjun joked.

Very busy.

Braised chicken, braised claws, braised fat intestines. Of course, fried peanuts and edamame are indispensable for drinking.

Last winter, the Xijing market began to supply liquefied gas tanks. You can’t buy these with money. You have to get a gas book.

That night, Fang Minghua was just starting to code when he heard a knock on the door from outside.

"It's quite a lot. I'll heat it up." Fang Minghua said and walked into the kitchen.

Wearing slippers, he went over and saw that it was Zhao Hongjun, carrying a bag in his hand.

"I went to your parents' house to see my godson and goddaughter. I also heard that you had returned to my own home, so I drove over here."

As Zhao Hongjun spoke, he took out a few plastic bags from his pocket, which contained several cooked foods and cold dishes.

"wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"You are a scholar, but you are not poor, and you are very rich. Richer than most people in the country! You also have power but you can only use it as you want."

"Have the right? Chief editor of the editorial department? Or vice chairman of the Writers Association?" Fang Minghua laughed at himself: "Well, I bought the Moutai and drank it steadily." "Yes, that's the reason. How about I not be the director and run my own business?" "Zhao Hongjun took a sip of wine and took a bite of vegetables, enjoying himself.

The two started eating and drinking.

"Red Army, you didn't come to me specifically for a drink today, did you?" Fang Minghua asked, chewing on a chicken foot.

"Oh, there's something else." Zhao Hongjun wiped his hands, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Fang Minghua.

"This is the company's profit and dividends last year, take a look."

Fang Minghua put down the chicken feet, wiped his hands with a towel, took it over and saw that it was good.

Last year, the turnover was as high as 2300 million yuan, with a net profit of about 450 million yuan. The two major shareholders each distributed a dividend of 50 yuan, and the rest was used for the company's expansion and reproduction.

In fact, Song Tangtang is the company's vice president in charge of finance, and Fang Minghua knows more or less the entire company's operations and financial situation.

"Okay, let's allocate it as you said." Fang Minghua handed the final account to the other party.

Zhao Hongjun took the settlement form and said: "The company's development momentum is very good. I am worried about one thing now."

"Ok?"

Fang Minghua raised his head and looked at him.

"What I'm worried about is "The Ordinary World" written by Lu Yao. The first two volumes have been published. The printing quantity is too small and it won't be sold. You can't keep losing money like this, right?"

"What's the hurry? I'm also helping him write the third part." Fang Minghua said slowly.

Zhao Hongjun was extremely shocked when he heard this and quickly put down the wine glass in his hand.

"What?! You're not going to write "Swordsman in the Snow"?"

"I'm too busy to finish writing "The Ordinary World" first, but I promised Boss Luo from Xiangjiang to write three to five thousand words a week."

"What is three to five thousand words enough? Then the second volume will be published in the Year of the Monkey and the Horse?! Readers are waiting to read it." Zhao Hongjun said.

It turns out that after Zhao Hongjun got the 300,000-word first volume of "In the Snow" written by Fang Minghua, he edited, proofread, and printed it as quickly as possible, and published it before the Spring Festival. Judging from the feedback given to Xinhua Bookstore, the sales volume was very good.

Readers and bookstores were eagerly waiting for the second part of "In the Snow", but Fang Minghua almost stopped updating it!
Zhao Hongjun knew that Fang Minghua and Lu Yao had a close relationship, and also knew about Lu Yao's condition. Of course, he couldn't say anything. He just sighed: "Hey, this "In the Snow" is much more profitable than that "Ordinary World"."

"Tch, who said that? That's not necessarily true." Fang Minghua smiled mysteriously.

"What? Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed? That's right! I remember what you said, the time has come?" Zhao Hongjun asked.

"Absolutely." When Fang Minghua saw Zhao Hongjun raising his glass, he touched it with him and continued:

"Do you still remember when my book "Crossing Guandong" was broadcast on CCTV? Before the Chinese New Year, I recommended this book by Lu Yao to the person in charge of this program, named Ye Yongmei, and I guess the letter has been received."

"You mean, make it into a radio broadcast and broadcast it to people all over the country?!"

"Yes, tell me, is there any better advertisement than this?" Fang Minghua laughed.

"What a great idea! Haha. Looks like we're going to make a fortune again! Come on, come on, come on, have another drink!"

"Drink less, you still have to drive home." Fang Minghua hurriedly advised.

"What kind of car are you driving? I won't come home until I'm drunk tonight! Why don't I just sleep with you, since your wife is not here anyway."

I @#￥%……

At this time, Ye Yongmei was at home in Yanjing, sitting on the bed reading a novel, holding back her tears with a handkerchief while reading.

(End of this chapter)