Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 482 Zhang Xianliang Reception

From Jingtaixian, they took National Highway 338 to Zhongwei, Ning Province. Fang Minghua and his companions stayed there for one night. The next morning, they ate a bowl of local date cake and fried pancake and continued on their journey. Around noon, they finally reached their destination, the pearl of the Great Wall - Yinchuan.

"First find a place to stay, and then go find Zhang Xianliang."

Fang Minghua drove and asked the local people and finally stayed in the Helan Mountain Hotel. At noon, he had a bowl of mutton noodles in the hotel and had a good sleep. Then he called Zhang Xianliang directly to his office.

At this time, Zhang Xianliang was already the chairman of the Autonomous Region Federation of Literary and Art Circles and concurrently the chairman of the Writers Association.

"Chairman Zhang, it's me, Fang Minghua." Fang Minghua said.

"Hey, brother Minghua, long time no see. How come you have time to call me today?"

"Haha, I'm jobless now, traveling around, and I'm currently staying at the Helan Mountain Hotel in Yinchuan."

"Are you visiting Yinchuan? Okay, which room? Wait, I'll be there soon."

Half an hour later, Fang Minghua heard a knock on the door and went to open it. It was Zhang Xianliang.

The two men smiled and shook hands. Fang Minghua then introduced Zhao Hongjun: "This is my best friend, Zhao Hongjun, the general manager of Xijing Shengshi Book Publishing Company."

"Shengshi Books? It's the leader in the private publishing industry." Zhang Xianliang and Zhao Hongjun shook hands and said with a smile.

"Can't talk about it, can't talk about it."

Zhao Hongjun was very humble in words, but he was still very proud in his heart.

The three of them chatted in the room, and Fang Minghua talked about how they went to Gansu Province where they had worked as a sent-down youth, and then came to Yinchuan.

"I heard that you resigned as editor-in-chief of Yanhe?" Zhang Xianliang asked.

"It's not that I'm resigning. My three-year contract has expired, and I don't want to continue in the position. I'd simply transfer my personnel relationship to the Writers Association and enjoy some free time. Otherwise, why would I have come out for such a long journey?" Fang Minghua explained.

"You are so young, how come you are the same as me?" Zhang Xianliang said.

It turned out that just last year, Zhang Xianliang also resigned from the position of editor-in-chief of "Shuofang" magazine due to his age and poor health.

"But that's okay. He will take over from your Chairman Hu Cai in two years," Zhang Xianliang said again.

Why do you say that?

Fang Minghua had no choice but to laugh it off and say that he was young and lacked experience.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Xianliang said that he had some things to do at the unit and had to go back. He would welcome the two of them in the evening.

The location is a very famous place called Yingbinlou. The main dish is naturally the local specialty - hand-pulled lamb, and it is also accompanied by special snacks such as deep-fried red wolfberry seedlings and special jelly.

This time, Zhang Xianliang did not come alone, but brought two cadres, a man and a woman.

"This is Ma Zhiyao, a professional writer of our Writers Association and also my good friend." Zhang Xianliang pointed to a thin man in his fifties and introduced him.

"Hello, Chairman Fang, I've heard of your name for a long time." Ma Zhiyao took the initiative to shake hands.

"Hello, Writer Ma, I have read your novel 'Lord Arthur and His Family'. It is very touching," said Fang Minghua.

Ma Zhiyao is a Hui. The novels he wrote are full of Hui customs. His representative work is the novel "Lord Arthur and His Family". He also won the "Junha Award" for national minority literature creation.

Ma Zhiyao was of course happy to have his work praised by others, and he smiled and shook hands with Zhao Hongjun. Zhang Xianliang introduced another young woman who looked to be in her thirties, with curly hair and a pretty face.

"This is Ma Hongying, the director of the Personnel Department of our Federation of Literary and Art Circles. I specifically asked her to come here today to accompany Chairman Fang and President Zhao for a drink. I know that you, Chairman Fang, can drink a lot. Old Ma and I are old, so we can't compete with you."

Oops
Fang Minghua didn't expect Zhang Xianliang to use this trick.

At the dinner table, Ma Hongying was indeed a heroine. She and Fang Minghua raised their glasses frequently. Poor Zhao Hongjun could not drink much to begin with. He fell unconscious on the table after just a few drinks and didn't even get to eat a few bites of the delicious mutton.

Fang Minghua was also secretly amazed. This woman had an extraordinary alcohol tolerance. She drank nearly one or two large cups of the 52-proof "Lao Yinchuan", one cup after another, just like she was drinking boiled water.

It's comparable to my Tangtang.

Everyone chatted while eating.

"Minghua, are you still in touch with Miss Emily?" Zhang Xianliang suddenly asked with a cigarette in his hand.

"I'm still in touch. I went to the United States and met her last year." Fang Minghua answered truthfully.

"Chairman Zhang, who is Emily?" Ma Hongying, who was sitting below, asked curiously.

"She was Minghua's confidante in the United States." Zhang Xianliang explained: "In 85, Minghua and I went to Iowa, the United States to participate in the "International Writing Program". Minghua met her, a very beautiful female college student. During their trip together, Minghua was inspired and wrote a novel called "The Bridges of Madison County", which was very popular in the United States."

"Oh, that's what I thought. Editor-in-Chief Fang is young and talented. What girl wouldn't like him? Come, congratulations on having a beautiful foreign confidante. I'll toast to you!"

peat.

Is this a congratulation or a disguised way of asking me to have a drink?

Seeing the woman smiling and holding up the wine glass, Fang Minghua had no choice but to drink it down as well.

"Minghua, do you remember when we went to the United States for a visiting scholar program, we visited the western town in Paramount Ranch in Agoura, Los Angeles together?" Zhang Xianliang asked, handing Fang Minghua a piece of mutton.

"Of course I remember. After we arrived in Los Angeles, we acted independently. Tang Jiye, assistant to Welles, the president of Warner Bros. Pictures, took us to visit this small town at the foot of the Santa Monica Mountains."

Fang Minghua smiled and replied: "I remember it very clearly. This town is actually the wasteland location shooting base of Paramount Pictures. They have shot movies such as "African Adventure", "Female Doctor" and "Female Witch Doctor". It is very unique."

"Haha, then I'll take you to visit our filming location in Yinchuan tomorrow."

"You mean Zhenbeibao?" Fang Minghua asked.

"That's right. I plan to build a film and television base in the future. Minghua, I told you about this. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember, when we were in Los Angeles. How are you doing now?" Fang Minghua asked with concern.

"It's in preparation. Now that you're here, I just happen to have something to discuss with you."

Fang Minghua remembered that when he was in Los Angeles, Zhang Xianliang saw the filming base under Paramount Pictures and became interested in building a similar place in Zhenbeibao, Yinchuan. He asked Fang Minghua if she was interested in investing, and Fang Minghua naturally agreed.

Now that I hear Zhang Xianliang bringing up the old matter again, of course I have no objection.

This was the reason why I came to Yinchuan to find Zhang Xianliang.

At this moment, Ma Zhitu, who had been listening to their conversation, suddenly said, "Xianliang, are you really going to build a film and television base?"

(End of this chapter)