Chapter 205 Zhao Hongjun resigned
"Don't, don't, don't talk nonsense." Fang Minghua quickly stopped: "You are making a mistake by disturbing the morale of the army! Do you know how many people are eyeing the position of editor-in-chief? Watching with eager eyes? "
"I know, but it's not that I underestimate them, they can't do it." Bai Miao's tone was sarcastic: "The times have changed. As the editor-in-chief, you don't have the ability to increase the sales of the magazine, comrade. If there is a problem with our wages and bonuses, who will follow me? Even if you are sent by the King of Heaven!"
"Okay, stop talking and wait until that day comes." Fang Minghua. He quickly stopped him from continuing to be impassioned and said with a smile:
"Brother Bai, it's your turn to treat me this time."
"Me? I haven't written a novel for a long time. What's the treat?" Bai Miao was a little confused.
"Didn't you write a literary review called "It's still necessary to open up or face life", which was favored by Wang Yu and will be published in the review column of the next issue of "Yanhe"? Why don't you treat me as a guest? !”
“It hasn’t been officially announced yet,” Bai Miao defended.
Fang Minghua chuckled: "Now it is a pre-invitation! In the future it will be a formal invitation!"
"I" Bai Miao was speechless. "Okay, Lao Ma's mutton dip tonight!"
"That won't work, at least the May Day Hotel!"
So, Comrade Bai Miao, who was rated as the stingiest in the editorial department, set up a table at the May Day Hotel for the first time.
A week later, it was Fang Minghua’s turn to treat him again, because of a letter from Ye Yongmei, a novel series program on China Central Radio, saying that she admired Fang Minghua’s "Crossing the Guandong" very much,
I want to record it as an audio program and publish it on CCTV. The copyright remuneration is 300 yuan. I want to seek Fang Minghua’s personal opinion.
I definitely agree. What are your comments?
As for whether the copyright price is high or low, 300 yuan, Fang Minghua doesn't care at all.
It’s just that the content of the letter surprised Fang Minghua. The other party seemed not to have received the letter written by Lu Yao at all!
Looking at the time when the other party wrote the letter, I guess he hadn’t received Lu Yao’s letter at that time.
This happened
But no matter what, if CCTV can broadcast it, it will achieve its goal!
So, Fang Minghua generously spent 150 yuan and invited Lu Yao and Bai Miao to have dinner at the May Day Hotel. However, this time he learned from the previous experience and drank in moderation.
The Spring Festival of 1985 came relatively late. New Year's Eve fell on February 20. Although it felt like the New Year was very close as soon as New Year's Day passed, for Fang Minghua, it didn't feel much.
They don’t have to worry about family matters at all.
No, tonight, including her younger sister Fang Mingli, they are all busy at home helping her mother make various pasta and braised pork, but Fang Minghua is lying on his bed with nothing to do, reading a magazine.
"Popular Cinema".
Zhu Lin is on the cover again.
Tsk
Luo Dayou's broken gong voice came from the four-speaker tape recorder on the desk:
You once told me that you will always love me
I understand this thing of love but it will always be what it is
Girl, don't cry, we are still together
Today's joy will be tomorrow's eternal memory
"Love Song 1980"
It's not that he doesn't want to do it, but that he is old Mom disliked him for not being able to work and just causing trouble.
So Fang Minghua returned to his room consciously.
Suddenly I heard someone knocking on the door, followed by a greeting: "Auntie, uncle, hello."
"Red Army, long time no see, come in and warm yourself up."
" It’s okay, is Minghua here?”
“In his room”
It’s Zhao Hongjun!
Fang Minghua got up quickly and quickly turned off the recorder. He saw the door to the room being pushed open and Zhao Hongjun walked in carrying a heavy travel bag.
Huh?
Wearing a black suit and tie, a black snowflake woolen coat, a white scarf around his neck, and shiny black pointed leather shoes.
If he had worn a top hat again, Fang Minghua would have thought that Xu Wenqiang from "Shanghai Beach" was here.
"Red Army, what have you been busy with during this time? Why can't you be seen?" Fang Minghua asked with a smile.
"I just went to Huacheng and Pengcheng." Zhao Hongjun replied, turning around coquettishly: "How do you think of this outfit?"
"Not bad, very handsome."
“No, do you think I look like a big boss?”
“Boss?”
“Minghua, I am here to tell you solemnly today! I resign. No! No, it’s not a resignation, it’s just a layoff.”
"Does your dad agree?" Fang Minghua asked quickly.
"What if I don't agree? He also knows that I don't want to mess with the official career. Rather than holding me like this and making everyone unhappy, it's better to let go completely." Zhao Hongjun lit a cigarette and took a puff. Youyou said.
From Zhao Hongjun's tone, Fang Minghua could feel that the father and son had gone through countless quarrels. "What are you going to do?" Fang Minghua asked again.
“Do this!”
Zhao Hongjun put the briefcase he was carrying on the desk, tipped it down, and a pile of books suddenly came out.
Fang Minghua took a look.
"The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Eight Parts of the Dragon". Huan Gulong's "Chu Liuxiang" and "Xiao Li's Flying Knife", Liang Yusheng's "Seven Swords from the Tianshan Mountains"!
Holy shit.
They are all martial arts books, and they are all in traditional Chinese characters.
"I bought this from Pengcheng. Didn't we discuss it the year before last? You refused to let the martial arts book be published at the time, but now I think the time has come, right?"
Fang Minghua did not object this time, but Yes nod.
"Has the ISBN been resolved?" Fang Minghua asked again.
"Solved, it's very simple." Zhao Hongjun looked proud.
“Easy?!”
Zhao Hongjun sat down on the bed and told what happened.
It turns out that Guangdong People's Publishing House has just separated into Education Publishing House and New Century Publishing House. They are all responsible for their own profits and losses, and they are in urgent need of finding rice to cook.
It just so happened that Zhao Hongjun's brother-in-law knew Liu Jiming, who had just been appointed as the president of New Century Publishing House. After some strings and threads, he was willing to sell Zhao Hongjun a book number so that he could publish in the name of their publishing house.
"Really sold it to you?"
New World Publishing House, that is also a very formal publishing unit.
"You don't know, people in Guangdong Province are very clever in doing things now, unlike us people in Qin Province. They don't dare to do this, don't dare to do that, and have to wait for the red-headed documents from above! This can be a hammer thing!"< br>
Zhao Hongjun complained and continued: "But that guy is also cruel. Do you know how much a book number costs?"
"How much?"
"50,000 ! ”
Holy shit! So damn dark.
"But I also agreed. I will definitely earn a few hundred thousand back! Minghua, let's do it together."
"Okay. Then tell me what you think."
" Establish a company. Anyway, the national policy is liberalized and allows individuals to set up companies. Let me tell you. I have already obtained the business license!"
After that, Zhao Hongjun took it out of the pocket of his woolen coat! A copy of your business license.
It says: Shengshi Book Publishing Company.
Legal representative: Zhao Hongjun
"Minghua, let me ask you, do you want to buy shares?" Zhao Hongjun asked.
Fang Minghua pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Who else is buying shares besides you now?"
"It's just me. If you don't want to invest, I'll find someone else."
“No need to look for it, it’s just the two of us.”
"I think so too. If there are too many people, we can't do business. How about half the capital?"
"Okay."
"Then I will be the general manager and give you a deputy The general manager does it," Zhao Hongjun said.
“No, no, I only invest and will not participate in the specific operations.” Fang Minghua said with a smile.
“Okay, then I’ll bring Tangtang in.”
"Tangtang?"
"Yes, I asked Tangtang to take charge of finance. Isn't she studying accounting? I don't trust others." Zhao Hongjun explained.
"I have no objection, but Tangtang must agree."
"I will tell her. Minghua, I will give you a task now."
"What mission?"
"Hurry up and read all these books and choose the ones that you think are the most profitable to print. After all, we only have one ISBN." Zhao Hongjun said.
(End of this chapter)