Chapter 282 The Wedding
Holy shit!
Only 20,000 copies?
Zhao Hongjun looked at Fang Minghua blankly, and then he said something.
“How much money do you make from 20,000 copies? According to the estimated price this time, a copy costs 4 yuan, and the total of 20,000 copies is only 80,000 yuan. You can’t even buy a book number!”
"Why are you anxious? I've given you the exclusive publishing rights for ten years! That's enough for you to print many times!" Fang Minghua said with a smile: "You also know that the literary world is not very optimistic about this book now, so I'm sure it's just starting to sell. It’s not good. If you print too much, it will be a backlog of the company’s working capital!”
Zhao Hongjun was a little skeptical after hearing this. "The sales are not good? Isn't it? I saw it and it was quite touching."
"The smell of wine is also afraid of the alley! Listen to me, you are right. The printing masters are there anyway, so what about the second printing? Isn’t it a simple matter?”
“Okay, I’ll listen to you once.”
Although Shengshi Book Company has solved the problem of publishing the first single volume of "Ordinary World", we still need to find a magazine. Social serialization issues also need to be resolved as soon as possible.
Traditionally, the magazine serializes it first, and then the publishing house issues a single volume.
So, Fang Minghua solemnly recommended this book to "Flower City" Huacheng Magazine in the name of deputy editor-in-chief of "Yanhe" magazine.
Everything is progressing steadily.
The Spring Festival of 1986 has arrived.
Of course the most important thing to celebrate New Year’s Eve is to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
After experiencing the "Waterloo" of the Spring Festival Gala in 1985, CCTV learned its lesson this time and moved the party back to the CCTV studio hall.
The Spring Festival Gala was full of stars. Zhu Shimao and Chen Peisi, the golden pair, attended the Spring Festival Gala three times and performed a sketch "Mutton Skewers". Soon the vendors selling mutton skewers on the streets of Xijing during the Spring Festival imitated Chen Peisi in Dressing up for the Spring Festival Gala.
Jiang Dawei sang the famous song "Where the Peach Blossoms Bloom", and other female singers sang "Come to the Ends of the World", "My Motherland" and "Night at the Military Port" ” and other popular songs.
"Brother, who is he? The one talking about cross talk? It's so funny!" My sister Fang Mingli pointed to the young man talking about cross talk on TV while eating melon seeds.
Fang Minghua looked carefully and smiled.
Ouch
The best professional households during the Spring Festival are on stage!
“His name is Feng Gong.”
Fang Minghua explained.
The Spring Festival of 1986 was almost the same as in previous years. Of course, there was another important thing for Fang Minghua: getting married on the eighth day of the lunar month.
Jia Pingwa volunteered to be the general manager, and Zhao Hongjun was the deputy general manager. According to the rules of Qin Province, the day before the wedding, all the helpers should be called to the house, and a table of dishes for tomorrow's banquet should be prepared in advance for everyone to taste and comment. This is called "dish tasting."
But Fang Minghua was having a banquet at Xijing Restaurant when he got married, so the dishes tonight were cooked by Fang Minghua's mother and sister. They were actually entertaining the guests who came to help.
At the same time, Jia Pingwa, as the general manager, assigned tasks to everyone.
"Lu Yao, you will be responsible for receiving the leaders of relevant provincial and municipal units and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles Writers Association tomorrow. These leaders all know you."
"No problem." Lu Yao agreed happily.
Originally, he planned to return to Tongchuan to write the second part of "The Ordinary World" right after the Chinese New Year, but Fang Minghua was getting married soon and decided to delay his departure two days later.
Of course I have to help with my brother’s wedding.
"Bai Miao." Jia Pingwa then said to Bai Miao: "There are still literati and writers who are here to receive them, I will leave it to you."
"Brother Jia, don't worry, these I know them all, no problem."
Jia Pingwa nodded with satisfaction.
"Sister Mingli, you and your sister, your relatives in your hometown will be in charge of you. Don't sit in the wrong seats!" "Don't worry, it won't happen."
Jia Pingwa again Looking at Zhao Hongjun: "Mr. Zhao, I will let you receive the people coming from my mother's side. I heard that you are familiar with them and know many of them."
"No problem, I will be responsible for picking up the bride. Then be responsible for sending them back and make sure they are properly arranged."
"There are also tobacco, alcohol, peanuts and melon seeds. Zhang Baofu, you must keep them well and don't give them randomly, but don't be too stingy!"
Janitor Zhang Baofu secured a very important position: material storage.
Fang Minghua sat aside and watched Jia Pingwa give orders.
Actually, he didn't want to invite so many people at first. In addition to relatives at home, colleagues at work, and a few close friends would be enough.
But when Jia Pingwa and the others heard that the woman’s parents were leaders in the army, and that her seven aunts and eight aunts were all leading cadres, they immediately rejected Fang Minghua’s idea.
Why, my parents are ordinary workers and my relatives are farmers. I can’t compare with the woman’s side, so I have to rely on my friends and colleagues to support my face!
Besides, you are now the dignified vice-chairman of the Qin Provincial Writers Association, and you can be considered a deputy department-level leader at any rate. Among those provincial and municipal big-heads, among other things, you should hire leaders related to culture, right?
If you don’t invite them, will they think you look down on them? !
What about the writers in our Writers Association?
Forget about those from other cities, it’s not easy to come, but you have to invite those from this city, right?
If you don’t invite me, people will think you look down on them!
There are also directors from the film industry, not to mention those from other places, such as Wu Tianmin, Teng Wenji, Zhang Yimou and other directors who have worked with you at Xiying Film Studio. You have to invite them, right?
If you don’t invite me, people will think you look down on them!
Jia Pingwa made Fang Minghua speechless after three consecutive "Please don't see me clearly".
If the scale of this peat business is small, it will be your own fault!
Early in the early morning of the eighth day of the first lunar month, firecrackers went off in the small courtyard of Xingfu Community outside the south gate. Surrounded by a group of people, the bridegroom Minghua Minghua was surrounded by those who were accepting the bride, and they left the courtyard and got into the parking lot. A row of cars on the street outside were heading towards Houzaimen.
At the front was a white Toyota Crown as Fang Minghua's wedding car, followed by Santana, Lada, and Polonaise. There were ten vehicles in total.
These days, ordinary families use bicycles to get married. The groom rides in front and takes the bride in the back. How can there be such a lineup where all the weddings are small cars?
Pedestrians on both sides of the road were amazed.
It’s really too ostentatious.
Fang Minghua, who was sitting in the first car, was still muttering in his heart.
These cars were all borrowed by Zhao Hongjun from friends or work. Originally, Zhao Hongjun wanted to get the Dahongqi his father was riding in as a wedding car, but Fang Minghua refused.
Although these aspects are not strictly controlled these days, it is not good for it to spread.
The wedding car arrived at the military compound where Song Tangtang’s family lived. Fang Minghua took a look and saw that there were actually several military vehicles parked, all with dowries on them!
Fang Minghua was shocked when he saw so many quilts and mattresses.
I guess this generation won’t be able to finish it, right?
The lively wedding lasted from morning to evening. On this day, some people jokingly called Fang Minghua's wedding. Half of the literary and artistic circles in Qin Province came, and matching them were the soldiers from my parents' family wearing military uniforms and cap badges.< br>
Needless to say more about the wedding night, there are poems to prove it:
Crying the wet red powder lightly, watching the transverse waves slightly.
I laugh more at the Wushan song, and it is said that the dusk rain has passed.
According to the custom in Xijing, the married daughter-in-law will return home after three days, but Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang will go out for their honeymoon.
In fact, it wasn't really a honeymoon. There was no such term these days, and Fang Minghua's wedding leave was only three days, so he couldn't go very far.
Originally they planned to go to Pengcheng. Song Tangtang's aunt invited them to play, but before the Chinese New Year, Song Tangtang's grandfather suddenly fell ill and was hospitalized, and he didn't even come back to attend the wedding of his grandson.
Song Tangtang didn’t go back to visit during the Spring Festival because she was getting married, so the two of them decided to just go to Yanjing after getting married and visit their grandparents.
(End of this chapter)