Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 474 Invited to be a Visiting Professor

After putting the things they moved into the office of the Writers Association, Fang Minghua asked Zhang Baofu to ride the tricycle back to the magazine to do his own business.

I cleaned up the office by myself and it soon became tidy.

not bad.

Fang Minghua felt satisfied when looking at the office.

Although the room here is smaller than that at the magazine office, it is a bungalow with a small yard outside and shaded by green trees, so it is quieter than at the magazine office.

It doesn't really matter.

I don't come to work every day. I will never come unless I have a meeting or something else, just like Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi.

This is the kind of freedom we want.

After cleaning up the office, Fang Minghua rode his 28-inch bicycle slowly back home. Song Tangtang was at home taking care of the two children.

If I have nothing to do on the weekends, I will take the two children back to my home to take care of them, which will strengthen the relationship with the children and allow both parents to have a rest.

Song Tangtang was reading fairy tales to her two children. When she saw Fang Minghua come in, she greeted him, "Have you finished moving the things?"

"Ah."

Fang Minghua took off his coat and sat on the sofa.

"The Red Army called you just now." Song Tangtang said.

"What's the matter?"

"He heard that you no longer work at the magazine, and wants you to come to our company."

"I won't go. How can I jump from one fire pit to another?" Fang Minghua flatly refused.

"I told him a long time ago that I am only responsible for investment and do not hold any position in the company! He is jealous of my free time!"

"At your age, other men would like to do more in their careers, but you always hide." Song Tangtang said angrily.

"Then they don't know how to live! People live to work? No, they live to enjoy themselves! Well, let's not talk about this. You take a break and I'll tell the children a story. I have to go out for a while."

"What are you going out for?"

"Did you forget? Buy a car!"

Fang Minghua has long wanted to buy another car.

The Mazda at home is mainly used by my wife. Her workplace is far away and it is inconvenient for her to take the bus to and from get off work, so Fang Minghua has to ride a 28-inch bicycle by herself.

I used to be the editor-in-chief of a magazine. Everyone rode bicycles to and from get off work. If my family bought another car, I was worried that people would talk behind our backs.

No need to worry now.

I don't have to go to work every day.

Besides, I don’t even want the salary from the company now, I spend my own money!

He had already set his eyes on a car some time ago and was waiting to buy it after being transferred to the Writers Association.

Instead of buying a sedan, he set his sights on an off-road vehicle, the Toyota LC70 Land Cruiser!
This off-road vehicle is called a "living fossil" and people are still driving it thirty years later, which is enough to show its superior performance.

The four-wheel drive and six-cylinder V-type engine are powerful, and the interior space is large, making it ideal for a family of four to go out for fun.

Of course, the price is not cheap, all taxes and fees add up to 52!
We are not short of money anyway, and inflation is so severe nowadays that it will still be a loss if we keep the money in the banking industry.

For some reason, the news that Fang Minghua had resigned from the position of editor-in-chief of "Yanhe" spread further and further. After hearing the news, some magazines in other provinces immediately extended olive branches to him and invited him to be editor-in-chief, offering very favorable conditions.

The most generous one was a Shenzhen magazine that invited him to be the editor-in-chief and offered him an annual salary of 3 yuan! The bonus was linked to the magazine sales and was calculated separately!

Wow, that’s equivalent to a monthly salary of 2000+.

Fang Minghua’s monthly salary at Yanhe magazine is only over 600 yuan.

Unfortunately:

The thing that least impresses Fang Minghua now is money.

In recent years, including copyright income from mainland China, Hong Kong, Taiwan and Japan, and dividends from Shengshi Company, a total of more than 800 million yuan has been lying in the account, and the income is still flowing into the account.

That doesn’t include the US dollars, they are all US dollars.

He was worried about how to spend the money. Should he go to Yanjing to buy another courtyard house or just go to Hong Kong to buy a house? Why would he care about the tens of thousands of dollars you spend a year? ! He politely declined all of them.

However, someone came to him and he couldn't refuse.

Liu Jianjun.

It was not his brother-in-law but the vice president of Xi’an University and the former head of the Chinese Department.

"Principal Liu, have some tea." Fang Minghua greeted him warmly in his living room: "Longjing tea from Hupao Spring."

Looking at the emerald green tea leaves with a strong aroma, Liu Jianjun said with emotion: "Minghua, you are still good at enjoying yourself."

"This is the tea produced in the hometown of my wife's second uncle. At least the quality is guaranteed." Fang Minghua explained with a smile.

"Yes." Liu Jianjun tasted it and said, "Minghua, what do you think about the thing I told you about?"

It turned out that some time ago, Liu Jianjun found Fang Minghua and invited him to be a visiting professor at Xi’an University and to give literary theory lectures at the school from time to time.

Now that the matter was mentioned again, Fang Minghua was somewhat embarrassed: "Principal Liu, you said it's okay for me to give lectures occasionally, but being a visiting professor at your school? I only have a correspondence college diploma, and being a professor would make people laugh if it got out!"

"Oh, you are considering this." Liu Jianjun thought for a moment and said, "Don't you want a diploma? It's simple. Our school is running a writers' class. You can register and we will give you a bachelor's degree after graduation."

Liu Jianjun suddenly felt that it was not appropriate after he finished speaking: "I was planning to let you give lectures to the writers' class. You are both a student and a teacher? It doesn't seem appropriate."

Fang Minghua stared at him and talked to himself.

"Don't worry, Minghua, I promise to solve your diploma problem. I will definitely be worthy of the title of visiting professor!" Liu Jianjun said finally.

Liu Jianjun invited Fang Minghua to give lectures at the Xi'an University Writers Class after it opened the year before last, but he declined on the grounds that he was too busy with work.

Now that I am no longer the editor-in-chief, what do I have to do? Anyway, I don’t teach every day, so I only do it occasionally.

Besides, they are all acquaintances and friends, so we still have to give them face.

"Okay, I agree. Let's start next semester." Fang Minghua made the decision.

"Next semester, why not start from this semester?" Liu Jianjun asked back.

"Are there still students in class in your school now?" Fang Minghua was slightly surprised.

After hearing this, Liu Jianjun sighed deeply, not knowing what to say.

"Let's do it next semester. When you have time, come to Xida University and sign an agreement with the school." Liu Jianjun said finally.

"OK, no problem."

It is May now. Although it is early summer, the weather this year is very hot and the whole world is filled with a sense of restlessness and uneasiness.

Fang Minghua had an urge to escape from this city.

It was afternoon and hot outside. Fang Minghua was practicing calligraphy at home alone.

What he practiced was Ouyang Xun's running script calligraphy "Zhongni Mengdian Tie".

Song Tangtang didn't go to work either - Shengshi Company had been on holiday since early May, and she went back to her parents' home to visit her daughter.

The room was very quiet, but Fang Minghua couldn't calm down.

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door. Fang Minghua went to open the door and saw Zhao Hongjun standing at the door with a large plastic bag in his hand.

"Damn it! There are parades everywhere and traffic jams everywhere!" Zhao Hongjun cursed and walked into the living room, placing a large plastic bag on the coffee table.

Fang Minghua then saw clearly that they were actually some cooked cold dishes.

"I'm not at work now, and there's no reason for me to ask you out for a drink." Zhao Hongjun said.

"Okay, I'll go get some beer." Fang Minghua took out a few cans of beer from the refrigerator, and the two of them sat in the living room, eating and chatting.

"Damn, the whole Xijing city is a mess. It's unbearable to stay here. I really want to go out for a walk." Zhao Hongjun complained.

"You know what, I have the same idea. Where do you think we should go?" Fang Minghua asked.

"We definitely can't go to the big cities. They're probably the same as Xijing City. We might as well go to the countryside and the border to see the beautiful mountains and rivers of our motherland!"

"Well, that's fine. Tell me a specific place."

"How about we go to the place where we were sent to work?" Zhao Hongjun said.

(End of this chapter)