Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 410 Treating guests to dinner
Fang Minghua watched quietly.

It suddenly occurred to him that he didn't know if the girl named Dai Jiali Yanjing whom he saw on the pier was also here?

I wish I wasn't there.

"Let's go." Fang Ming said.

"They are all college students, the proud sons of heaven." Zhao Hongjun stared at everything blankly with a cigarette in his mouth.

Suddenly he spit out the butt of his cigarette with a "poof" sound and cursed:

"Fuck! In Xijing, the company wants to recruit college students, but the conditions are so good but no one comes. But here, there are so many college students that no one wants them!"

Fang Minghua smiled faintly after hearing this: "Now go and ask those college students if they would like to go to Xijing with you, but no one will go."

Zhao Hongjun sighed and said nothing more.

On Tuesday, news finally came from Ye Weilin. Hong Shouxiang from the publishing house finished his meeting and rushed back to Haikou from Huacheng. After listening to Su Bin's words, he was very interested in this method of cooperation.

Ye Wei Linye did not refuse, he agreed with a smile, and said on the phone: "Manager Zhao, a fellow countryman of mine has just arrived in Haikou from Changsha. He is also a writer. He admires Editor Fang very much and wants to meet him. Why don't we also send him to Haikou tonight?" He called."

"I can't drink. Everything at the wine table depends on you. Drink them all!"

"Okay, sir."

"That's good, go ahead and place the order now, and then send the menu to room 808!"

Zhao Hongjun hung up the phone and said to Fang Minghua who was sitting on the sofa: "Minghua, the wine table has been set and the guests will be seated. The rest is up to you."

"If I had known earlier, you would have hired that female secretary to bring her. I heard she can drink." Fang Minghua said.

"Look at me? You are the general manager. I'm just here to accompany you. Don't do it the other way around." Fang Minghua corrected.

What the hell!

He looks like a rich man.

"No, no, sir, our hotel is a foreign-related hotel, specially designed to receive foreign guests, and we will never serve fake wine." The other party quickly explained on the phone.

"Oops. I forgot to ask for his name." Zhao Hongjun said: "Whoever he is, if there are more than one person, just add more chopsticks. We are not short of money!"

The cheongsam was spread open, almost reaching her waist.

"No problem. I like to associate with writers the most." Zhao Hongjun readily agreed.

Don't tell me, the South is just a trap.

Look at Xijing.

"That's great!" Zhao Hongjun said to Ye Weilin on the phone: "Tonight I'm treating you to a treat, which is a way to give President Ye a clean break! The location is Wanghai Tower, and the time is 6:30. Please keep Minghua company with you. By the way, there’s also your fellow villager Su Bin!”

Sure enough, Zhao Hongjun immediately called the hotel front desk and asked them to contact the hotel's restaurant manager to reserve the best private room and serve the best dishes!
"None of your Wanghailou's signature dishes is missing! Also, give me a whole box of Maotai! You are not allowed to buy fake Maotai. I am used to drinking Maotai. If you dare to buy fake Maotai, I know you, Mayor Li. Take this Go find him with fake wine and ask you to close the door immediately!”

"We didn't come here. We can only make our great writer a little secret for a while." Zhao Hongjun chuckled.

Whether it's the Xijing Restaurant or the Golden Flower Hotel, which has only been open for a few years, they still wear white shirts and red skirts, and they look as earthy as they come.

At 6:20 in the evening, the two of them arrived at the private room they had reserved. It was luxuriously decorated and there were two beautiful waitresses in cheongsam.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Hongjun told Fang Minghua next to him about the treat. When Fang Minghua heard that Ye Weilin had brought a writer from Hunan Province, he asked curiously: "Who is it? What's his name?"

"Minghua, I'll go to the lobby to greet you." Zhao Hongjun turned around and walked out the door.

Fang Minghua did not move, sitting casually on the sofa next to him and drinking tea leisurely.

Everything about Wanghailou is good, but the tea is really not that good.

Not long after, he heard footsteps outside the door. Fang Minghua motioned to the waitress to open the door. Several people walked in. At the front was a middle-aged man in his early forties. He was dark and thin. Behind him Zhao Hongjun followed closely.

It should be Hong Shouxiang, the president of Hainan Publishing House.

"Hello, President Hong." Fang Minghua smiled and extended his right hand.

"Hello, Editor Fang." Hong Shouxiang smiled and shook hands: "I have heard of your name for a long time, and I saw you today. You are indeed young and promising." "No, you are too polite."

Following Zhao Hongjun was Ye Weilin, who already knew each other so there was no need to be too polite. Following closely behind was a young man who looked to be less than thirty years old.

"This is Su Bin, deputy director of our editorial office. He once served as deputy director of the editorial office of the Hunan People's Publishing House. He is a leader of our publishing house!" Hong Shouxiang introduced with a smile.

"Hello, Editor Fang." Su Bin held Fang Minghua's hand.

"Hello, Director Su, please sit inside." Fang Minghua replied.

Su Bin looks like an unattractive person and is not very familiar to most people, but he is the chief producer of the famous TV series "Yongzheng Dynasty"!

It was he who bought the rights to adapt this novel from Yue Erhe, raised funds, and finally put it on the screen, where it became a hit.

In the 1990s, a strange book was written by Negroponte, a professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in the United States: "Digital Survival", which he also urged to introduce when he was the deputy editor-in-chief of Hainan Publishing House, and it became very popular.

It can be seen that he has a keen eye for pearls.

And that set of "Dragon Ball".

After the two shook hands, walking at the end was a man who looked very gentle and elegant, wearing glasses.

"Hello, Editor Fang, I'm Han Shaogong." The man introduced himself.

Han Shaogong? !

This is a great man.

In 85, he wrote a novella "Daddy", and since then he has set up the banner of "root-seeking literature" and devoted himself to the exploration of traditional consciousness and national cultural psychology.

From this perspective, Mo Yan’s novels also belong to the category of “root-seeking literature”.

Why did he come to Hainan?
Fang Minghua was a little confused.

correct!

This guy resigned and came to Hainan. He became one of the thousands of people who ventured into the sea. It seems that he even started a very awesome magazine in Hainan.

But Fang Minghua forgot the name of the magazine.

Of course, these thoughts in his mind were fleeting. Fang Minghua immediately held the other person's hand enthusiastically: "Hello, Writer Han! I've heard your name for a long time, but I didn't expect to see you here."

"Haha, I didn't expect that Hainan is indeed a hot land that attracted us all here." Han Shaogong said.

Everyone laughed after hearing this.

Actually, if you think about it, this is indeed the case.

The six people who came to eat today, except Hong Shouxiang, are from the local area, Fang Minghua and the others are from Qin Province, and Han Shaogong and the other three are all from Hunan Province!

Everyone sat down. Ye Weilin and Hong Shouxiang, both older, were surrounded by everyone and sat at the top. Fang Minghua and Zhao Hongjun sat on both sides, and Su Bin and Han Shaogong sat at the bottom.

When everyone is here, the banquet begins.

The dishes at Wanghailou are indeed good. Coconut pot, vegetarian pot, and roasted fish maw are all representative of Hainan Qiong cuisine. Fresh and refreshing, moderately hot and sour.

Of course, don’t forget to drink.

Hong Shouxiang had served as a soldier and worked as a screenwriter. He had a good drinking capacity, and the three people from Hunan Province were even better drinkers. It didn't take long for him to finish two bottles of Maotai.

The waitress opened the third bottle and was about to pour the wine, but Zhao Hongjun took the bottle. Of course, he did not forget about business. He filled Hong Shouxiang's glass with wine himself and asked: "President Hong, what I said, What do you think?"

Hong Shouxiang drank so much that he blushed: "Mr. Zhao, your idea is very good, I agree! It's a win-win situation. As for how we can cooperate, we can discuss it later, but I will give you a suggestion."

"What advice?"

"You might as well move your company to Hainan!"

(End of this chapter)