Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 540: Seahorse Film Studio

"How is it? Your company is filming this movie." Fang Minghua asked casually, his eyes fixed on the TV.

"But I always feel that this novel is not very exciting." Song Tangtang frowned.

Song Tangtang originally planned to film the book "Crossing the Guandong" written by Fang Minghua, but Fang Minghua told him that he wanted to film this one.

Before the Spring Festival, after Fang Minghua got the book, he immediately asked Song Tangtang to contact the publisher of the book, China Federation of Literary and Art Circles Press, and through the publisher he found the author of the book, Cao Guilin, who opened a company in the United States.

Fang Minghua called Sun Lizhe who was far away in the United States and asked him to help negotiate with Cao Guilin to buy the TV adaptation rights of this book on behalf of Shengshi Film and Television.

Everything is going smooth.

Hearing his wife say this again, Fang Minghua smiled and said, "The story is not very exciting. After all, the other party is just an amateur writer. But you have to deny that this subject is very novel to ordinary people in China, and they also want to read it."

"Everyone wants to go abroad. Even if you don't have the money or the ability to go abroad, it's good to see how your compatriots are living abroad."

"But the description in the book is quite tragic," Song Tangtang added.

"Didn't the author say it at the beginning? If you love someone, send him to New York, because it is heaven; if you hate someone, send him to New York, because it is hell." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

Seeing Song Tangtang hesitate, Fang Minghua added: "If you don't want to take the photo, maybe Zheng Xiaolong and the others do."

"how do you know?"

"Guessed." Fang Minghua replied slowly.

"Minghua, I heard something. Wang Shuo, Ma Weidu, Feng Xiaogang and others set up a studio called 'Seahorse Studio' in Yanjing. 'The Story of the Editorial Department' is their work. I heard that there are friends of yours among the members." Song Tangtang said suddenly.

"Mo Yan, Liu Zhenyun, Hai Yan, Su Tong, and Tie Sheng?" Fang Minghua said with a faint smile.

"Ah? Brother Shi also participated? I didn't know that."

"It's okay, don't worry, their studio won't last long."

"why?"

"Every one of them is an elite, a rare talent. Who can control them? Only him, Wang Shuo?" Fang Minghua laughed.

Today, these people came to the room 1154 of Jingdong Huadu Hotel where they often gather. Wang Shuo, Liu Yiran, Wu Bin, Wei Ren, Su Lei, Ma Weidu, Ge Xiaogang, Mo Yan, Zhu Xiaoping, Liu Heng, Liu Zhenyun, Hai Yan, and Su Tong were all present.

Feng Xiaogang told Wang Shuo about the discussion in Zheng Xiaolong's office that day.

At this time, Wang Shuo was no longer the young man he used to be. He had a short flat head and was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a cigarette of "Hua Zai" in his hand, looking like a big boss.

I felt a little impatient listening to Feng Xiaogang's long-winded narration.

In fact, Zheng Xiaolong had already called and told him everything.

What's on his mind now is:
呦呵
Are Zheng Xiaolong and Fang Minghua at odds?

He now clearly knows that Fang Minghua is the actual controller of Shengshi Group.

If there was no Fang Minghua, all the Shengshi Films and Television and Shengshi Books would be shit!

interesting.

He loves and hates Fang Minghua.

The two of them had a rapport and could be considered friends. Fang Minghua had helped him once before, and he was very grateful.

However, he had an inexplicable hostility in his heart from the very beginning, and even he himself could not explain why.

After finally listening to Feng Xiaogang's words, Wang Shuo took a puff of his cigarette and said:

"Everyone knows the whole story. Shengshi Films is very aggressive, so Xiaolong asked our studio to come up with another script. Let's talk about our ideas."

Unlike usual gatherings where everyone is talking and laughing, today the room seems unusually quiet.

Only then did everyone understand.

shit
There are so many twists and turns in the story! Mo Yan, Su Tong, and Liu Zhenyun were all shocked. After all this time, they were competing with Fang Minghua.

The three of them looked at each other and exchanged glances.

The subtle expressions of the three of them did not escape Wang Shuo's eyes.

Wang Shuo took another puff of his cigarette and said slowly, "In fact, everyone knows that the husband of Song Tangtang, the general manager of Shengshi Film and Television, is Fang Minghua. The scripts of the two TV series invested by Shengshi Film and Television were all written by Fang Minghua. Fang Minghua is the soul of Shengshi Film and Television and even Shengshi Group."

"I know that many of you here, including me, are familiar with Fang Minghua. We can be considered friends, and we have all received his guidance in literature to some extent. I do not deny this."

The room was still quiet, with only Wang Shuo's voice.

"But what I want to say is that friends are friends and business is business. We established the Seahorse Studio to make some profits for the brothers present. Now Xiaolong's Yanjing Art Center and Shengshi Film and Television are in conflict. This time I will definitely help Xiaolong. As for this script, if you don't want to join, it's up to you."

Some people immediately expressed their willingness to continue working with Wang Shuo, but of course there were also those who remained silent.

Wang Shuo took a look and saw that it was still Mo Yan, Su Tong and Liu Zhenyun.

But he didn't say much, instead he smiled and said, "That's all for today's discussion. Let's go to Weidu Haima Ballroom to dance tonight. I'll treat you."

Ma Weidu, who was sitting next to him, smiled bitterly after hearing this.

You want to treat me?
Mr. Shuo, when did you ever pay money?

In the evening, the Haima Ballroom on East Fourth Street was still packed, and most of the people from the Haima Studio arrived as scheduled.

Only three people didn't go.

Mo Yan, Su Tong, and Liu Zhenyun.

Fang Minghua, who was in Xijing, was naturally not aware of these details, and now he was busy again.

The Twilight Saga is not finished yet, and now I am writing the script for The Yenching Man in New York.

Zhang Yimou will definitely not film again. His heart is on the big screen. I heard that he is planning a new movie recently.

As for who to let shoot the film, Song Tangtang has not decided yet. Let's wait until the script is written.

It is early spring now. Fang Minghua is sitting in his study, looking out the window at a weeping willow tree that has sprouted tender buds. The spring scenery outside is bright and beautiful.

I still have to work hard to type.

I will try to finish "Twilight" this week, take a few days off and then start writing the script for "A Native of Beijing in New York".

Just at this moment, the landline phone on the desk rang, and Fang Minghua picked up the receiver.

Since moving into this small courtyard, it has been inconvenient to answer the phone upstairs and downstairs, so Fang Minghua asked the people from the post and telecommunications bureau to help connect the extensions so that he doesn't have to run downstairs to answer the phone.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Minghua, I'm Yimou."

"Yimou, why aren't you busy? I heard that you are planning to shoot a new movie recently?"

"Yes, are you free now? I want to come to your house to discuss something with you, namely about my new movie."

"You can come if you have time."

About half an hour later, Fang Minghua heard a knock on the door outside the yard. Fang Minghua went downstairs to open the door, only to see a thin man standing outside the door. It was Zhang Yimou.

Fang Minghua invited him into the living room, poured him another cup of tea, then sat on the sofa and asked, "Yimou, how's your new movie going?"

"I've taken a fancy to a novel and would like you to help adapt it into a script." Zhang Yimou took out a magazine from his briefcase, and it turned out to be "Yanhe".

He flipped to the first few pages and handed them to Fang Minghua: "This is the novel."

Fang Minghua took it and took a look.

Su Tong's "Wives and Concubines"!
(End of this chapter)