Chapter 332 Chapter 331 "The Wandering Earth" won the "Hugo Award" for Best Novella!
"What's the matter, late spring?" Fang Minghua asked.
"Editor-in-Chief Fang, Sichuan Province's "Stars" Poetry Magazine held a week-long "Chinese Poetry Festival" in Chengdu on December 6, and invited poets who won the title of "Top Ten Chinese Young and Middle-aged Poets" to go I also want to see the party in Chengdu.”
Fang Minghua also knows about this, including Bei Dao, Shu Ting, Gu Cheng, Yang Lian, and Li Gang who rose to prominence in the late 1970s and early 1980s. The best contemporary poets will all take part.
And this is also their most complete and last time to get together.
"Okay, go ahead and come back with more good poems." Fang Minghua said with a smile: "It just so happens that I am going to Chengdu to attend the second Galaxy Science Fiction Award Ceremony held by Science and Literature magazine."
Zhao Muchun knew that the youngest magazine editor in the country seemed a bit "not doing his job properly" and was interested in popular literature and especially science fiction novels.
But as a subordinate, I couldn’t say anything, so I said, “How about you attend the poetry week after attending the awards ceremony?”
“No, no, let’s do our own thing. Actually, I'm in a hurry to get back." Fang Minghua declined.
On December 7, Fang Minghua boarded the train to Nanxia Sichuan Province alone.
This was his second time in Chengdu. He got off the car in the morning and ate a bowl of steamed rice rolls. He didn't even look for a hotel and took the bus straight to the "Science and Literature" magazine on Renmin Road. According to his idea, after attending the awards ceremony today, in the evening Just buy a ticket and return to Xijing.
Compared with the first one, the second "Galaxy Science Fiction Award" was much larger in scale, with more than 100 participants including authors and science fiction fans.
And there was also a relatively important figure at the meeting, Wen Jize, chairman of the Chinese Science Writers Association. Naturally, he wanted to greet Fang Minghua for a while.
“Comrade Xiaofang, thank you, thank you for bringing domestic science fiction back from the brink of death.” Wen Jize said.
“Don’t dare, I’m just throwing ideas out there.” Fang Minghua was very modest: “Chairman Wen, you also know that I have many things to do, and it is impossible to focus on the creation of science fiction novels. The future of domestic science fiction It’s up to them.”
Fang Minghua said and pointed at the people present.
They are all young, and the young man wearing black glasses frames is particularly eye-catching.
Liu Cixin, engineer of Niangziguan Power Plant.
Just two months ago, the article "The Wandering Earth" won the American "Hugo Award" for Best Novella!
This is another Chinese writer winning another major science fiction award in the United States since Fang Minghua won the Best Nebula Award in 1985!
Congratulations!
Wearing a black frame and still looking a little shy, Liu Cixin accepted everyone's congratulations. His article "The Wandering Earth" also won the first prize of the second Galaxy Science Fiction Award.
At noon, Liu Cixin found Fang Minghua and said one thing: "Editor Fang, I want to ask you to help me with something."
"What is it?"< br>
“There is a director named Steven Spielberg in the United States who wants to buy the film adaptation rights of my novel.”
This is what Sun Lizhe wrote to Liu Cixin.
Of course Liu Cixin did not go to New York in the United States to receive the award in person. After Fang Minghua’s introduction, she entrusted Sun Lizhe in the United States to lead the award back.
Soon, Sun Lizhe replied to Liu Cixin in the United States. In addition to mailing back the "Hugo Award" trophy with a rocket trophy with flippers, he also wrote in the letter about the American director. Spielberg approached him about buying the film rights to the novel.
Sun Lizhe naturally could not make the decision, so he wrote a letter asking Liu Cixin for his personal wishes.
Liu Cixin is so young now, how can she understand this?
When I saw Fang Minghua this time, I immediately asked him for advice. Fang Minghua was not surprised by this result.
How could those Hollywood directors look down on such a good novel?
I just didn’t expect it to be Spielberg?
Last year's adaptation of Fang Minghua's novel "The Sun" has been released in the United States this summer. I heard that the response has been good. However, the box office revenue has not yet been settled, so Fang Minghua has not yet received his dues as written in the contract. Got 8%.
But don't worry, Sun Lizhe's gang is keeping an eye on it, not to mention that he has also joined the American Writers Guild. The American union is not like our country's, which only gives out some labor insurance and so on every year.
Now when I heard Liu Cixin talking about this matter, I asked: "How much did the other party bid?"
"Mr. Sun had preliminary negotiations with the American director on this matter. It was 150,000 US dollars. 6% movie profit share.”
This price is acceptable.
"Liu Gong, then agree. With this 150,000 US dollars, you will be a rich man." Fang Minghua joked.
Liu Cixin was a little embarrassed.
But I am happy to think about it.
150,000, it’s not RMB, it’s US dollars!
"Hey, Liu Gong, if you have these 150,000, will you resign and move to a big city? Like Yanjing, Shencheng, etc.?" Fang Minghua asked out of curiosity.
Liu Cixin thought carefully for a while and shook her head: "I am quite satisfied with my current job. Although Niangziguan is relatively remote, my job is relatively simple. I like this kind of life and have more Time can be used for thinking.”
Oh my god.
If you quit your job to be a professional writer, wouldn’t you think about it every day?
But as a man in science and engineering, it is understandable to think this way.
A remote and cold place like Niangziguan, deep in Taihang, where you can see the brilliant and deep starry sky when you look up at night, is it more conducive for his mind to roam in the world of science fiction, right?
"Okay, you do what you want, but I suggest that if you have the money to buy a house in Taiyuan or Yanjing, you might live there in the future." Fang Minghua patted him with a smile Shoulder: “Houses are cheap now, but they won’t be cheap in the future.
"Editor Fang, I will consider your suggestions very seriously." Liu Cixin said.
Sure enough, the young Liu Cixin followed Fang Minghua’s suggestion, and a few years later he bought a big house in Yanjing
In the afternoon, it was a science fiction exchange meeting as usual, and everyone talked about their creative experiences. , Fang Minghua mainly talked about the latest trends in foreign science fiction, which are gradually transitioning from space operas of the original golden age to "cyberpunk". The symbol is "Neuromancer", which won the Nebula Award last year.
Although computers are still a very unfamiliar word to most people in this era, everyone still listened carefully.
Historically, the best domestic cyberpunk science fiction novel was written by Chen Qiufan. The novel is called "Desolate Tide".
But that was after the millennium, and Chen Qiufan himself was born in the 1980s. I hope that this kind of author will appear earlier in China.
In the evening, the conference ended. As the host, Yang Xiao prepared to invite Wen Jize, Fang Minghua and others, but Fang Minghua declined.
"I'm sorry, Editor Yang, my wife is pregnant and needs someone to take care of her. I have to rush back."
"Editor Fang, you can't leave." At this time, Yang Xiaoxiao He said: "Bai Hang, the editor-in-chief of the "Stars" poetry magazine, heard that you came to Chengdu and specially invited you to attend their "Top Ten Poets" award ceremony. He said that he is very busy now and cannot get away, so he asked me to stay. Get off you.”
(End of this chapter)