Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 573: Capital’s Feast

"What exactly happened? Don't be anxious, tell me slowly." Fang Minghua comforted.

Song Tangtang calmed down and began to talk.

It turned out that just three days ago, Song Tangtang, who was far away in New York, suddenly received an international long-distance call from Zhao Hongjun in Haikou, telling him that he was going to move most of the funds of the group and the two companies out of the accounts, about 6000 million in cash, and also planned to mortgage the department store building he had just purchased to the bank in order to engage in real estate.

"Real estate? In Haikou?"

"Yes, it was in Haikou. He said that Hainan's real estate market was starting to heat up and he wanted to make a fortune. He said he would call you, but you were out of town for a meeting and he couldn't get in touch with you, so he called me to tell me about this.

After hearing this, Fang Minghua felt relieved and said with a smile: "Oh, about this matter, I thought this guy had run away with the money."

"I'm in such a hurry, and you still have the time to joke with me!"

"Okay, okay, don't be anxious. Let me ask you first, did the Red Army say it would leave funds for the company? Will it affect the daily operations of Shengshi Books and Shengshi Films?" Fang Minghua asked.

"No, I'm going to leave 70 in the Shengshi Film and Television account. I estimate that it will barely last until the beginning of next spring. By then, the TV series "Yanjing People in New York" will have been produced, and we can negotiate with the TV station, and the funds will be available."

"Shengshi Books plans to keep 110 million yuan. Shu Bin said he is working hard to recover the debts owed by booksellers from all over the country, and the company's operations will not be a problem."

"Okay, I understand. I will refund my train ticket now and go to Haikou." Fang Minghua made the decision immediately.

"Well, Minghua, thank you for your hard work. You must persuade the Red Army not to get carried away."

"Okay, don't worry, I'll have a good chat with him."

After hanging up the phone with Song Tangtang, Fang Minghua thought about this matter again.

It's time to come.

This is a typical feast for capital. Of course, it depends on how you eat it. If you are not careful, you may become the food on the table.

During lunch, Fang Minghua asked Hu Cai for leave, saying that he had to go to Haikou for personal matters and would be back in a few days. Of course, he would not tell what the matter was.

Although the Sanmao Railway is now in operation, it runs from Sanshui District of Foshan to MM City, and is connected to the Lizhan Railway through the Hemao Railway. It can reach Huacheng through the Guangsan Railway and connect with the Beijing-Guangzhou Railway.

However, in order to save time, Fang Minghua still bought a flight ticket from Huacheng to Haikou in the afternoon. In the terminal, Fang Minghua did not forget to find a coin-operated phone to call Zhao Hongjun.

After dialing the 127 reception desk and leaving a message with Zhao Hongjun's pager number, Fang Minghua hung up the phone and waited quietly. Within two minutes, the call was returned.

"Minghua, you disappeared as soon as the meeting started. Why do you want to greet me?"

"If I don't call you, Tangtang will go crazy." Fang Minghua said lightly.

"Haha. I heard from the Writers Association that you were attending a meeting in Huacheng?"

"Yes, but I will take a plane to Haikou right away and arrive at 5pm."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at the airport. I just need to talk to you about something. See you then!"

"goodbye!"

Fang Minghua quickly boarded a plane to Haikou, and the plane landed at Dayingshan Airport an hour later.

Fang Minghua arrived at the departure hall carrying her travel bag. From a distance, she saw a fat man with a slicked-back hair, sunglasses, and a floral shirt. He was holding a mobile phone in his hand and looking around.

It's Zhao Hongjun.

He also saw Fang Minghua and walked over with a smile.

"Oh, the mobile phone is all equipped. Did you buy it in Haikou?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Yes, how can we do business without this now?" Zhao Hongjun said, taking the travel bag from Fang Minghua and complaining:
"Minghua, you are such a jerk. You don't even deserve a pager. It's easy for you to find others, but it's so hard for others to find you! This time when you come to Haikou, you'll be equipped with a pager and a mobile phone. You don't have to pay for it yourself. The company will reimburse you!" "Oh, oh, oh, as if I can't afford that stuff? I don't want it!"

Fang Minghua really doesn't care.

Before I came into this era, I was used to using smartphones, and now I have no interest in seeing big brick-like gadgets.

When I pick it up, I always have the urge to crack walnuts.

As for the BB machine, it has a nickname called "electronic dog tether".
The two chatted and laughed as they walked out of the terminal hall and went to the parking lot and got into a black Crown, which was also bought by Zhao Hongjun in Haikou.

"Minghua, I'll take you to Wanghai Tower to settle down first, then come with me to my house and sit down. I'll welcome you in the evening!"

Zhao Hongjun said while driving.

"Okay, this is your territory, you arrange it."

Sitting in the car, Fang Minghua smelled the air with a slight smell of the sea and looked at the scenery outside through the window.

Compared with the last two times I came to Haikou, there are more tall buildings rising from the ground next to the coconut trees, and the sound of pile drivers keeps ringing in my ears, "bang bang bang".
The entire Coconut City seems like a huge construction site.

After driving to Wanghailou, Fang Minghua checked into the booked room, washed up briefly, and then went downstairs with Zhao Hongjun to take a car straight to his home in Haikou.

Zhao Hongjun lives near Datong Road, which looks like a high-end residential area that has just been developed. After the car entered the residential area, Fang Minghua followed him in the elevator to the 20th floor of a high-rise building. When they rang the doorbell, a beautiful and plump young woman opened the door.

Fang Minghua recognized her as Zhao Hongjun's former secretary Liu Xue.

When Liu Xue saw that it was Fang Minghua, she was stunned and didn't know what to call her, so she hesitated.

"Liu Xue, we are all family, so don't be polite. Just call him Minghua like I do." Zhao Hongjun helped her out.

"Minghua, hello."

"Okay." Fang Minghua replied.

Zhao Hongjun had told him a long time ago that he had settled down in Haikou, so he was not surprised to see it.

Of course, they would not call Liu Xue "Second Sister-in-law" like in Hong Kong movies.

"Liu Xue, where is my baby son? Hurry up and bring him out for my good brother to see." Zhao Hongjun shouted as he entered the door.

Soon, a little girl who looked like a nanny came out holding a chubby baby. The shadow of Zhao Hongjun could be seen in her eyes.

"What do you think? My son Dongdong looks like me, right?" Zhao Hongjun was very proud. He hugged his son and gave him a big kiss on his little face.

"Resemblance." Fang Minghua said, but sighed in his heart.

Ever since Zhao Hongjun had this son, he has been hiding in Haikou and has not returned, claiming that he has a lot of company affairs to deal with. Wang Xia has been raising their daughter Minmin alone.

On weekends, Minmin saw Fang Ming picking up Le Ruirui from the kindergarten several times. Minmin felt a little unhappy and kept asking where her father was and why he didn't come to pick her up.

Wang Xia had a bitter look on her face and had to coax her daughter by saying that her father was busy with work and was on a business trip.

Fang Minghua felt unhappy when she saw this, and sometimes she would just bring Minmin back home to play with her two children.

It seems that I need to have a good talk with Zhao Hongjun. I can't hide in Haikou all day just for his son.

Of course, this cannot be said in front of Liu Xue.

(End of this chapter)