Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 655: In the s, there were opportunities and gold everywhere in China.

It was early April when the call for papers for the second World Chinese Literature Award officially started. Like the last time, the call for papers was mainly published in major media outlets in mainland China, Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan, as well as Japan, South Korea, the United Kingdom and the United States.

At the same time, the members of the jury and reading class have also been basically determined. According to the jury charter, one-third of the members of each jury and reading class must be replaced.

This is very important, as it can ensure that the selection of the Chinese Literature Award does not become something that is only pursued by a small circle.

This matter was mainly handled by Bai Miao. Except for a few exceptions, such as inviting the famous Taiwanese poet Luo Fu and the editor-in-chief of "Hong Kong Literature" Tao Ran, Fang Minghua wrote letters to invite them in a private capacity. The rest were basically handled by Bai Miao's fame in the domestic literary circle.

In addition to the literary award, Fang Minghua also has another job - to adapt "In the Name of People" into a TV series, and he has to write the script.

The script is different from the novel. It has to increase the conflicts and emotional rendering to make the audience feel more "enjoyable", just like the huge difference between watching the TV series "Fanhua" and the original novel. However, this is not a difficult task for Fang Minghua. It just takes time.

That afternoon, Fang Minghua was typing in his study when the phone rang and he picked it up.

"Which one?"

"Minghua, this is Lizhe." A man's voice came from the phone.

"Lizhe? Brother Sun? You are back to China?" Fang Minghua was a little surprised.

"Yes, I came back last week."

"Haha, back for vacation? Everything's okay?"

"It's fine. Minghua, do you have time to come to Yanjing recently? We haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's have a good chat with Tiesheng. I also have some business matters to discuss with you."

"It just so happens that I have to go to Yanjing to attend the Writers Association Council meeting next Tuesday. I will come to you after the meeting."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Sun Lizhe told Fang Minghua his current address and contact information on the phone, then hung up.

Sun Lizhe is back too.

Those who went abroad in the early 1980s saw the country's booming development and returned to start their own businesses.

Sun Lizhe is one of them.

Although Sun Lizhe didn't say anything specific on the phone, Fang Minghua guessed it almost right.

Sun Lizhe founded the International Graphics Computer Publishing Company in the United States. After nearly ten years of development, it has grown from a small company with a capital of several hundred thousand US dollars to a large company with assets of 80 million and business in more than a dozen states in the United States.

Every year around the Spring Festival, Sun Lizhe would send Fang Minghua the company's financial statements from the previous year that had been audited by an accounting firm.

He initially invested 15 US dollars, and now the returns have multiplied many times. In the past few years, he has received dividends of 600 million US dollars.

However, all the money was deposited into Fang Minghua's account in the United States and entrusted to Li Li for management. Just like the royalties earned overseas, most of it was invested in the stock market, and only the three types of stocks were bought initially: Dell, Microsoft, and Apple!
I don’t know how much book profit there is in the stock market now?

Fang Minghua never asked.

Now Sun Lizhe has returned to China to continue expanding his business, which is a good thing.

In the 1990s, there were opportunities and gold everywhere in China.

On Sunday afternoon, Fang Minghua, Chen Zhongshi, Lu Yao, Jia Pingwa and others boarded the train to Yanjing with their travel bags.

Arriving at the end of Monday evening, Fang Minghua stayed at the Ziyu Hotel arranged by the Writers Association. The annual Writers Association Council meeting basically follows the same procedure, listening to the cooperation report made by the Writers Association Vice Chairman Feng Mu, summarizing the work and achievements of the Writers Association in the previous year, arranging the work of the Writers Association this year, and then group discussions. On the last day, the participants voted by raising their hands to pass Feng Mu's report, and the meeting was declared a successful conclusion, and representatives from all over the country returned to their hometowns.

Fang Minghua did not leave immediately, but moved into the home of Song Tangtang's grandparents in the General Political Department compound. The next day, he called Sun Lizhe and went directly to his home in Yanjing.

Sun Lizhe's home is near Wanchun Garden, which is very close to Tsinghua University. Sun Lizhe attended elementary and middle school in the affiliated schools of Tsinghua University. However, due to special periods, he did not take the college entrance examination, but went to Qinbei to join the team with Shi Tiesheng.

Fang Minghua took a taxi to the address Sun Lizhe gave him on the phone. It was a courtyard house in an alley.

Less than two minutes after knocking on the door, it opened and Sun Lizhe walked out.

"Minghua!"

"Li Zhe!"

The two laughed, hugged each other, and then went into the yard.

This is a typical small courtyard house with three northern rooms, two east and west wing rooms each, and three southern rooms (back rooms). Although the yard is not big, it is very elegant, with two lush crabapple trees planted against the wall.

Seeing Fang Minghua looking around, Sun Lizhe smiled and said, "Luckily, I listened to you and didn't sell this old house. Otherwise, I wouldn't even have a place to live when I came back this time."

"Not bad, not bad," Fang Minghua praised repeatedly.

"What do you think? Do you like courtyard houses? Why not buy one in Yanjing?" said Sun Lizhe.

"I've already bought it. It's near Shichahai."

"Oh, that's a great place. Go take a look when you have time."

The two entered the living room and found Sun Lizhe's family all there. After greeting them, they simply moved the table and chairs to the yard and drank tea and chatted while basking in the sun.

"Minghua, I came back to China this time to discuss something with you. I want to focus the company's development on the domestic market." Sun Lizhe said.

"Continue to engage in electronic typesetting business?" Fang Minghua asked.

"We need to do electronic typesetting, but it's only part of it. The main thing is this, so wait a minute." After saying this, Sun Lizhe walked back to his son's study. Within two minutes, he came out with a thick book in his hand.

"Look at this."

Fang Minghua took it and it turned out to be an English book: "The C Programming Language"

"Computer-related, C language?" Fang Minghua asked tentatively.

"Yes, the full name is "The C Programming Language". It was co-authored by famous American scholars Brian W. Kernighan and Dennis M. Ritchie. It is a classic textbook on C language programming and is very popular in American universities. But when I returned to China, I found that this book is not available in our country."

"Moreover, there are many computer books in the United States that we don't have in China. Computers and the Internet are developing rapidly, and the Internet has also appeared in China, so I want to set up a book publishing company to introduce and publish excellent computer books in the United States."

Oops
Sun Lizhe also wants to publish books?
But he was looking in the right direction; computer books were definitely a hot topic.

But Fang Minghua thought of a question: "Lizhe, domestic private book publishing companies cannot obtain book numbers. How do you solve this problem? Buy a book number? To be honest, my friend and I opened a publishing company called Shengshi Books, which mainly focuses on literature and relies on buying book numbers to publish.

"No, no, I don't plan to buy a book number." Sun Lizhe shook his head.

(End of this chapter)