Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 439 I heard that you have a good relationship with Mr. Wang?

Feng Xiaogang!
In fact, when Fang Minghua entered the private room and saw the appearance of the man sitting at the bottom, he guessed that he was Feng Xiaogang.

Now when I hear the other person introduce myself, I just smile and shake hands.

"Hello, Artist Feng."

"Hello, hello. I just heard Brother Wang talking about you. It's true that hearing is worse than seeing. I see you writing novels, it's really great."

Feng Xiaogang held Fang Minghua's hand and looked attentive.

"Don't tell me, I still remember a passage, the one in which you won the Mao Dun Award." Feng Xiaogang cleared his throat and started to recite it.

"In 1904, winter came earlier in Zhangqiu, Shandong than in previous years. Zhangqiu was also a place of outstanding people. It was the hometown of Li Qingzhao, a female poet in the Song Dynasty. It had abundant springs and outstanding scenery. However, there were no intact eggs under the overturned nest. "

He really memorized it!

Fang Minghua was a little surprised.

"Don't talk if you don't know!" Wang Shuo scolded, and then continued: "I went to the funeral parlor, damn! None of the leaders of the Writers' Association and the so-called great writers came! It's so damn disgusting. ”

After hearing this, Feng Xiaogang let go of Fang Minghua's hand.

When everyone arrives, the banquet will begin.

"Why are you being polite? We are all friends, you can just call me, why don't you be bold?" Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"What? An article I wrote?" Fang Minghua replied half-jokingly and half-seriously.

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Fang Minghua: "You are good at writing novels, yes, but that's not what I admire. What I admire most is that you went to Babao Mountain to see off Shen Congwen today."

Although Shengshi Books promised to publish his anthology, it has not yet been released to the market - and he has no royalties income for the time being. However, three novels were adapted into TV series this year. It is said that he also serves as a screenwriter, which is estimated to be worth thousands. income.

"Who is Shen Congwen?" Feng Xiaogang, who was concentrating on eating, couldn't help but interject.

Hearing Hai Wei's expression change slightly, Feng Xiaogang was even more stunned.

Wang Shuo's face was red from drinking. He was holding a cigarette in one hand and a wine glass in the other. He said to Fang Minghua: "Editor Fang, with the strength of the wine, I dare to ask you to tell Minghua."

"It's you who has collected tens of thousands of calligraphy and paintings by painters of the Republic of China!" Ma Weidu suddenly said next to him.

"Feng Pants, stop showing off and quickly let go of Editor Fang's hand. You're not a beautiful woman, why are you so affectionate?"

What I drank was Yanjing Erguotou, and what I ate was the signature braised pork, yellow braised three-shredded soup, and baked lobster in soup. According to Haiwei, they are all the restaurant’s signature dishes.

Fang Minghua smiled and said a few polite words, and sat in the empty seat - between Wang Shuo and Hai Yi.

Tens of thousands? !

At this time Wang Shuo spoke.

It seems that Wang Shuo spent a lot of money on the treat this time.

But Fang Minghua also knows that Wang Shuo is no longer the shabby person he was a few years ago when he revised a novel nine times just to earn royalties for publication.

The six men present could all drink, and soon the three bottles of Erguotou were all gone. The drunkenness hit them again and again, and those who were not familiar with them at first started to talk more.

But Wang Shuo glanced at Ma Weidu: "Fuck you, I'm not interested in that thing at all."

"Okay, Minghua, do you know what I admire most about you?" Wang Shuo suddenly said.

"Oh, I made a mistake. Here comes one, Wang Zengqi! But he is Shen Congwen's disciple, so he must come, and you actually come to pay homage. I really didn't expect that you don't know Mr. Shen, right?" Wang Shuo said again. .

"I don't know him, but I like the book "Border Town" he wrote."

"Oh. We also like each other. "Border Town" is good, but I like his prose "Xiang Xing Ji" and "Market" more than his contemporary Mao Dun's "Praise to Poplar" and Zhu Ziqing's "Lotus Pond" "Night"

No wonder Wang Shuo, who didn't like anyone, went to pay homage to Shen Congwen.

Fang Minghua was even more guessing.

Is this why he invited guests today?

It doesn't matter.

"Just because you came to pay homage to Mr. Shen is much better than those so-called great writers in the Writers' Association! I'll give you a toast!"

The two had a drink.

At the wine table, compared to Wang Shuo's chatty nature, Ma Wei would sometimes make jokes and Feng Xiaogang would make jokes, while Hai Wei's words were relatively few. Holding a cigarette, he looked like a big boss.

After everyone finished speaking, he said: "Editor Fang, I heard that you have a good relationship with Mr. Wang."

"Brother Wang? Wang Meng?"

"Correct."

"Not really."

Fang Minghua put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and started to explain.

"A few years ago, I wrote a novel called "The Sun Also Rises." It was rejected by several magazines. Later, someone introduced me to Mr. Wang, who is the vice chairman of the Yenching Writers Association. He recommended it to be published in "Yenjing Literature" We have known each other since I wrote this novel, and sometimes I would visit him when I came to Yanjing on business.”

Fang Minghua told the truth, but he was just avoiding the important and taking the easy.

After hearing this, Haiyi picked up a shrimp for Fang Minghua and put it on the plate and continued: "I heard that there is such a news. In an interview last year, Mr. Wang mentioned that our country should also adopt a royalty system, which can improve writers' writing skills. Enthusiasm is your suggestion.”

"No, no." Fang Minghua immediately denied:

"We are just ordinary writers, how can we give advice to our leaders? One time I visited Mr. Wang at his home, and during the chat I mentioned our Qin Province writer Lu Yao. His popular book "The Ordinary World" was the one that received royalties. The income has greatly improved his family’s living conditions. I guess the king was impressed by this, right?”

Fang Minghua said it very humbly, but which of the big courtyard brothers here is not a human spirit?

Can I chat with Wang Meng?

How many writers can go to someone’s house and chat?
Is it possible if the relationship is not normal?

Also, are you just talking casually?

Maybe it was intentional?

But since Fang Minghua doesn't admit it, others won't expose it.

After hearing what he said, Haiyi picked up his wine glass and said, "Editor Fang, I have to thank you."

"Thank me? Thank me for what?" Fang Minghua was a little confused.

"Thank you for talking to Mr. Wang about this." Hai Yi smiled.

Ok?
Fang Minghua suddenly understood and asked tentatively:

"Mr. Lu, your book "Plain Clothes Police" has been reprinted. Are you asking for royalties?"

Haiyi nodded.

Before Fang Minghua could say anything, Wang Shuo from the side intervened: "Hai Yi, why didn't you tell me about such a big happy event earlier? Come on, come on, let me congratulate you!"

After speaking, Wang Shuo picked up the cup.

Seeing his serious look, Fang Minghua next to him smiled: "Wang Shuo, why don't you talk about yourself? Don't you also get royalties?"

"Hey, Wang Shuo, what's going on? Tell me quickly?" Ma Wei couldn't sit still and asked immediately.

"It's not like I didn't get it." Wang Shuo was not polite and simply explained the matter.

"I have to thank you Minghua for this. If you don't ask, your wife won't agree." Wang Shuo finally said.

"It's nothing. I won't interfere in the affairs of my wife's company." Fang Minghua denied it flatly and picked up his wine glass. "I want to congratulate you two on getting the royalties."

"Minghua, you got your royalties much earlier than us, right? We got them in Xiangjiang!" Wang Shuo said again.

"You are all wealthy now, so I'm here to congratulate you!" Ma Weidu raised his glass.

"That's it, that's it. Congratulations to all of you for making a fortune!" Feng Xiaogang also took the opportunity to raise his glass.

The envy in his heart.

But I know I can’t write it either.

There was a banquet that made everyone drunk. Fang Minghua originally planned to return to the General Political Courtyard, but was stopped by Wang Shuo.

"Why are you anxious? It's still early. Let's go to the dance hall on the 16th floor. It's newly opened in Haiyi!"

"Welcome everyone, I will give everyone a free song and dance hall tonight!" Hai Yi also looked very wealthy.

(End of this chapter)