Chapter 342 "Which one is more profitable, "In the Snow" or "The Ordinary World"?"
During the Chinese New Year, I was also busy. I visited the house with my children and visited relatives. On the second day of the first lunar month, I returned to my father-in-law's house and stayed for a day. I went back to Bailuyuan the next day and saw my grandma and grandpa. They were happy to see their great-grandson. Although the child was very young and it was cold, but with a car, this was not a problem.
I work until the fifth day of the first lunar month.
As soon as the New Year is over, Fang Minghua gets busy. He has to attend various meetings and studies of the Provincial Writers Association. He has to be the final check on the first issue of this year's "Yanhe" magazine.
Including "The Stubborn Lord" written by Wang Shuo and recommended by the editor-in-chief of this issue.
This is his masterpiece. It tells the story of three young people who opened a "three T" company that "solves problems for others, solves problems for others, and suffers hardships for others." At the beginning of the company's opening, business was booming and there was an endless stream of customers: Yang Zhong was in love with his girlfriend Liu Meiping on behalf of a doctor, but because of his outstanding performance, Liu Meiping's favor doubled; he held an awards ceremony for Baokang, a third-rate writer, and arrested people at the scene. Playing a well-known writer...
This is also his transformation work. From the relatively fresh and simple writing language of "Stewardess" to the ridiculing language, humorous and cynical narrative style, ruffian literature began to take shape.
Its literary value lies in that it shows the absurdity and decadence of life and is a spiritual portrayal of a generation; its reproduction and ridicule of people's spiritual ruins can show the dilemma of culture in the new era and form a An innovative way of literary expression that uses jokes to relieve people's inner depression.
In a sense, Wang Shuo's novels can also be classified as avant-garde works, but compared with Yu Hua and others, they are more commercial writing.
So, it can be easily adapted into a movie, and "The Stubborn Man" is one of them.
After recommending Wang Shuo's novels, Fang Minghua also has to comment on the first four chapters of the second part of "The Ordinary World", which is serialized in a new novel column this year.
Very busy.
I work during the day and take care of my children at night before starting my career as a code writer.
That night, Fang Minghua was just starting to code when he heard a knock on the door from outside.
Wearing slippers, I went over and saw that it was Zhao Hongjun, carrying a bag in his hand.
"Red Army, why are you not at home and accompanying your sister-in-law to my place this late at night?" Fang Minghua felt strange.
"Hey, it sticks like dog skin plaster all day long, what's the point?" Zhao Hongjun walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.
"I went to your parents' house to see my godson and goddaughter. I heard that you had returned to my own home, so I drove over here."
Seeing this guy like this , Fang Minghua knew what he wanted to do.
"What? Want to drink?"
Zhao Hongjun chuckled.
"I have wine, but no food to accompany the wine." Fang Minghua spread his hands: "As you know, my family has not had a party during this period."
"It doesn't matter, what is this?"
As Zhao Hongjun said that, he took out a few plastic bags from his pocket, which contained several cooked foods and cold dishes
Braised chicken, braised feet, braised fat intestines. Of course, fried peanuts, Edamame.
"It's quite a lot. I'll heat it up." Fang Minghua said and walked into the kitchen.
Last winter, the Xijing market began to supply liquefied gas tanks. These cannot be bought with money. You must obtain a gas book.
Fang Minghua found a relationship and bought a notebook for his parents, but his mother thought that liquefied gas was too expensive and said it was not safe to use, so Fang Minghua had to move home and use it himself.
When the braised vegetables were hot, Fang Minghua took them out and placed them on the coffee table. He also took out a bottle of Maotai from the cabinet in the back room.
"Ouch, Maotai! Minghua, are you starting to become corrupt too?" Zhao Hongjun joked.
"I am just a poor scholar with no position or power. Who will give me Maotai?" Fang Minghua said with a smile: "I bought it myself."
"Wrong!"
"What's wrong? "
"You are a scholar, but you are not poor, and you are richer than most people in the country! You have power only if you want to use it."
"You have power? Edit? Editor-in-chief? Or vice-chairman of the Writers Association?" Fang Minghua said self-deprecatingly: "Well, I bought Maotai and drank it." "Yes, that's the reason. How about I not be the director and start my own business?" I took a sip of wine and a bite of vegetables, which was delicious.
The two started eating and drinking.
"Red Army, you didn't come to me specifically for a drink today, did you?" Fang Minghua asked, chewing on a chicken foot.
“Oh, there’s something else.” Zhao Hongjun wiped his hands, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Fang Minghua.
“This is the company’s profit and dividends last year, take a look.”
Fang Minghua put down the chicken feet, wiped his hands with a towel, took it over and saw that it was good.
Last year, the turnover was as high as 23 million yuan, and the net profit was about 4.5 million yuan. The two major shareholders each distributed a dividend of 500,000 yuan, and the rest was used to expand and reproduce the company.
Actually, Song Tangtang is the company's vice president in charge of finance, and Fang Minghua knows more or less the entire company's operations and financial situation.
"Okay, I'll distribute it as you said." Fang Minghua handed the final account to the other party.
Zhao Hongjun took the settlement form and said: "The company's development momentum is very good, and I am worried about one thing now."
"Huh?"
Fang Minghua raised his head and looked at him.
"What I'm worried about is "The Ordinary World" written by Lu Yao. The first two volumes have been published, and the printing quantity is too small to sell. Can't we keep losing money like this?"
"What's the hurry? I'm also helping him write the third part." Fang Minghua said slowly.
Zhao Hongjun was extremely shocked when he heard this and quickly put down the wine glass in his hand.
"What?! You won't write "Swordsman in the Snow"?"
"I'm too busy, so I'll finish writing "The Ordinary World" first, but I promised Boss Luo from Xiangjiang to write one every week "Three to five thousand words." "Three to five thousand words is enough? The second one will be published in the Year of the Monkey!" Zhao Hongjun said.
It turns out that after Zhao Hongjun got the 300,000-word first volume of "In the Snow" written by Fang Minghua, he edited, proofread, and printed it as quickly as possible, and published it before the Spring Festival. Judging from the feedback given to Xinhua Bookstore , sales are very good.
Readers and bookstores were eagerly waiting for the second part of "In the Snow", but Fang Minghua almost stopped updating it!
Zhao Hongjun knew that Fang Minghua and Lu Yao had a close relationship, and also knew about Lu Yao's condition. Of course, he couldn't say anything. He just sighed: "Hey, this "Snow" is much more profitable than that "Ordinary World"."
"Tsk, who said that? That's not necessarily true." Fang Minghua smiled mysteriously.
"What? Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed? That's right! I remember what you said, the time has come?" Zhao Hongjun asked.
"Absolutely." Fang Minghua saw Zhao Hongjun raising his glass, clinked it with him, and continued:
"I still remember that my book "Crossing Guandong" was broadcast on CCTV Is it about this? Before the Chinese New Year, I recommended this book to the person in charge of this program, named Ye Yongmei, and I guess the letter has been received.”
"You mean, make it into a radio and broadcast it to people all over the country?!"
"Yes, you said, is there any better advertisement than this?" Fang Minghua laughed.
"Good idea! Haha. It seems we are going to make a fortune again! Come on, come on, come on, have another drink!"
"Drink less, you have to drive Go home." Fang Minghua urged.
"What kind of car are you driving? I won't come home until I'm drunk tonight! Why don't I just sleep with you, since your wife is not here anyway."
I @#￥%...
At this time, Ye Yongmei was at home in Yanjing, sitting on the bed and reading a novel, holding back her tears with a handkerchief while reading.
(End of this chapter)