Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 492 Do you feel sorry for your wife? Then be your own manager!

The next day, Song Tangtang drove her Mazda to work early in the morning, while Fang Minghua was typing on the computer in the study as usual.

Due to his busy work, Song Tangtang did not go home for lunch. In such a hot day, Fang Minghua was too lazy to go to his parents' house for a meal, so he just made a bowl of vinegar soup noodles for himself.

I still have to go back to my parents' house at night. In addition to eating, the more important thing is to take the children out for a walk. In addition to the son who is with my parents, I also have to bring my daughter with my mother-in-law.

Just after dinner today, Fang Minghua received a call from Zhao Hongjun.

"Minghua, I just called your house, but no one answered. I thought you were back at your parents' place, and sure enough, you're there."

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Tangtang said that he wanted to make Shengshi Films completely independent and be in charge of it himself. Did you know about this?"

"I know. I respect her opinion." Fang Minghua replied, "Why, you don't agree?"

"It's not that I disagree, but there are some problems here. How about this, it can't be explained in a few words. When you come out, let's go to the old Ma's barbecue restaurant near the square and talk about it?"

Do we have to go to a barbecue restaurant to chat?

Is this guy taking this opportunity to eat kebabs?
Fang Minghua grumbled in his heart, but agreed.

"Okay, it's only seven o'clock and a little hot outside. Let's go at eight o'clock when it's cooler."

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the barbecue restaurant at 8 o'clock sharp."

After Fang Minghua hung up the phone, he told Song Tangtang that he would go to the barbecue restaurant to discuss something with Zhao Hongjun.

"I know the Red Army wants to discuss this with you. You go ahead and I'll take care of the child," Song Tangtang replied.

"He said he agreed, but he said there were some problems here. What were the problems?" Fang Minghua was concerned about this.

"There is no one. If I am mainly responsible for the film and television business, what about book publishing? Besides, there is a company in Haikou. Hong Jun means that he has to run back and forth and can't take care of it, so he leaves the Xijing Book Publishing business to me." Song Tangtang said.

Fang Minghua became anxious when he heard this.

"How can that be possible? You will be exhausted! Didn't you hire some college students from Haikou to join the company last year and this year? Many of them are from key universities!"

"But they lack experience. I am not confident handing over the company to them. After all, the company is not the small workshop we started with. We need someone with leadership and execution capabilities."

Why.
It is indeed a problem.

"No matter what, you can't do it all on your own!"

If you don't love your own wife, who will?

At seven-fifty, Fang Minghua went out wearing shorts and slippers. When he walked to the Lao Sun's BBQ restaurant near the square, he saw a white Crown parked on the road outside the restaurant.

There were several small tables on the sidewalk. Zhao Hongjun was sitting at a small table with a plate of lamb skewers on it.

Seeing Fang Minghua coming over, Zhao Hongjun immediately shouted to the boss who was busy in the store: "Boss, give me a dozen beers and a plate of fried chicken!"

When Fang Minghua sat down, the boss had already brought over a plate of edamame, and Zhao Hongjun said with a smile.

"I just love knowing you eat this."

"Next time you drink, don't drive," Fang Minghua reminded.

"Okay, I understand." Zhao Hongjun handed him a bottle of beer and said:

"What Tangtang said is a good thing. Since we have established a film and television company, of course we have to operate it independently. But now there is no one. My work focus is in Hainan. Who is responsible for the book publishing here? I mean to let Tangtang take on the responsibility as well.

"Do you want to tire my wife to death?" Fang Minghua said unhappily.

"Don't want your wife to be tired? Then you can take action! Become the manager of Xijing Publishing Company."

"Fuck! This is what you are planning?! I won't do it." Fang Minghua refused without even thinking about it.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Zhao Hongjun spread his hands.

Fang Minghua drank beer and thought about this matter.

"Hey, I remember someone, Shu Bin, deputy director of the editorial department of Hainan Publishing House! We went to meet him on New Year's Day last year. He is a talented person. You should find a way to recruit him and make him the manager of the company in Haikou. This way, you don't have to run back and forth, and you can kill two birds with one stone."

"Do you think I don't know?" Zhao Hongjun glanced at him and said, "Some time ago, I went to Haikou and specifically asked him out to discuss this matter, but he didn't want to leave Hainan Publishing House." "Why?"

"He didn't say specifically, but I can guess that we are a private enterprise after all, and we are not as good as state-owned publishing houses." Zhao Hongjun said helplessly.

"I don't think so. If Shu Bin really cared about this, he wouldn't have run from Hunan Province to Hainan. Like Han Shaogong, he is a person who wants to do something big." Fang Minghua said lightly while chewing edamame.

Han Shaogong is also a writer from Hunan Province. He went to Hainan on New Year's Day last year to establish a magazine. When Fang Minghua went to Hainan, the two had an in-depth conversation for a while.

"Then how about you go to Haikou and bring Shu Bin over?" Zhao Hongjun suddenly said.

"I?"

"Yes, you are a writer and have worked as an editor. You must have something in common. You are now a member of the China Writers Association and the vice chairman of the Qin Province Writers Association. Once this leader comes forward, things will be different."

"Stop, stop, stop flattering me. These are just empty titles. Besides, how can I, from Qin Province, govern Hainan?!" Fang Minghua replied unhappily.

"Isn't there a director of the National Writers Association?"

"That's even less useful!" Fang Minghua refused bluntly.

"Anyway, you have to poach Shu Bin, or you can be the manager, or Tangtang can take on the role concurrently. You have to choose one of the three." Zhao Hongjun said while eating mutton skewers.

What the hell!

It depends on us, my husband and I.

Fang Minghua was both angry and amused.

But it is indeed a problem.

The company is growing larger and larger and is in urgent need of talent.

"Minghua, just go to Haikou. Since you also think Shu Bin is a talent, find a way to win him over! I can't do it, but maybe you can." Zhao Hongjun advised again.

Fang Minghua took a mutton skewer and ate it slowly. He thought for a while and finally said, "Okay, I'll try it."

"Come on, I wish you a successful start and immediate success!" Zhao Hongjun raised his beer glass with a smile.

When they returned home in the evening, Fang Minghua told Song Tangtang about this.

Song Tangtang also supported Fang Minghua to go to Hainan.

"Then you should go and see the scenery of Hainan."

Since he had decided to go, Fang Minghua prepared to leave early. He was not working at the magazine now, so he could leave without asking for leave.

I didn’t take the train because it was too tiring. I flew directly to Huacheng and then transferred to Haikou.

Just as Fang Minghua was about to rush to Haikou, Han Shaogong and Shu Bin were chatting at Han Shaogong's home in Haikou.

Both of them looked unhappy.

"Shu Bin, I have received an official notice that Hainan Documentary has not passed the review and will be suspended," said Han Shaogong.

"why?"

“It does not comply with policy regulations.”

"Oh" Shu Bin sighed, not knowing what to say.

"And I heard that the Hunan Provincial People's Publishing House has been removed from office due to serious mistakes."

what? !

After hearing the news, Shu Bin was stunned.

Hunan People's Publishing House is his "hometown" and he came from there.

"I'm going to go back to my desk to write, Shu Bin. You can take care of yourself too." Han Shaogong said finally.

Su Bin smoked a cigarette and fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)