Chapter 408 The World Writers Association is a family
This Soviet movie from the 1970s was released in China after entering the 1980s. It immediately gained the love of domestic audiences, including the episode of this movie, which was also widely circulated.
Moscow did not hide her anxiety
She witnessed everything
And all the disasters and melancholy
They all hide in front of her
Love in Moscow is not that fast
But it is eternal and pure
Zhao Hongjun also listened to this song. After the girl finished singing, We struck up a conversation: "Girl, you sing very nicely, and your Russian is very good."
"I majored in English and French in the outer college, and my father taught me Russian." It seems that Dai Jiali is a A very cheerful girl said with a smile.
"Your dad?"
"My parents both work in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and my dad is stationed in Hungary all year round." The girl replied.
Holy shit!
She is not an ordinary girl.
"What are you doing in Haikou? Are you going to visit your relatives' house?" Zhao Hongjun asked again.
"No, I'm here to start a business. Isn't Hainan about to be established as a province? It will become the country's largest special economic zone. Several of my classmates have come, and I have joined them."
" What do you want to do?" Zhao Hongjun couldn't help but ask.
"Translate, I can speak English, French and Russian. Now that Hainan has established a special zone, attracting foreign investment will definitely require a large number of translation talents, so a few of our classmates are planning to set up a translation agency!" The girl looked confident. .
After hearing this, Zhao Hongjun looked at Fang Minghua.
Both parties read the meaning of each other's eyes.
Damn it.
With such a good family background, wouldn’t Yanjing be a good place to start a business?
Is there no shortage of translation talents in Yanjing?
Must go to Hainan?
"Your mother agrees to your coming to Hainan?" Fang Minghua couldn't help but ask.
"Of course I don't agree. I ran out secretly."
Oh my god
I wonder how worried your parents are when you run away?
"When you arrive in Haikou, you'd better write a letter to your parents so as not to worry them." Fang Minghua couldn't help but persuade.
As a father myself, I understand more and more how parents feel about their children.
"When I make a career, of course I will write to my parents and tell them," the girl said.
Fang Minghua shook his head and said nothing more.
Dai Jiali asked Fang Minghua and the others: "Brother, are you also coming to Hainan to start a business?"
"That's right." Zhao Hongjun answered vaguely: "We came to Hainan, The main thing is to do a business and see if there is any chance."
"Oh, I hope we can all succeed!" The girl also waved her little fist.
The three of them chatted and laughed, and soon they arrived in the city. The three-wheel drive stopped at a busier intersection, and the three of them got off the car.
"Brother! Goodbye!" The girl held a travel bag in one hand, waved to the two of them, asked the driver for the general direction, and walked forward towards the rising sun.
"Minghua, do you think she can succeed?" Zhao Hongjun asked, holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking at the girl's disappearing back.
"I don't know, but I hope she can succeed."
"Difficult" Zhao Hongjun shook his head and replied: "Okay, what should we do now, go directly to the publishing house?"< br>
"Find a place to stay first, and then go to the Writers' Association." Fang Minghua said with a smile: "The Writers' Association is one family. Let's get to know the situation from the side."
"Okay." Zhao Hongjun picked up the travel bag.
The two were about to cross the road, and then they noticed that there was no traffic light at the intersection!
There are almost no high-rise buildings around, the streets are full of bicycles, and I even saw a farmer leading a buffalo leisurely passing by.
“Holy shit, this is the provincial capital of Hainan? I think it’s not as good as a county town in the mainland.” Zhao Hongjun couldn’t help but complain.
"A small county in the mainland? How can you hear so many accents from all over the world in a small county?" Fang Minghua asked.
Indeed. Fang Minghua stood on the cross street for a while and heard people with accents from the Northeast, Henan, Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas. They were all young, carrying luggage and looking dusty, but their eyes were full of hope.
One hundred thousand people went to Hainan.
More than one hundred thousand?
The two originally planned to find a cleaner guest house to stay, but after running for a long time, they found that all the hotel guest houses were full!
All of them are people from the mainland who come to "break the sea".
Holy shit
Zhao Hongjun got angry and asked the hotel owner: "What is the most expensive hotel in Haikou?"
"Of course it's Wanghai Tower."< br>
"Minghua, let's go to Wanghai Tower!"
Wanghai Tower is located on Haixiu Road. It is the most elegant and high-end hotel in Coconut City and even Qiong Province. It is twelve floors tall. In addition to restaurants, it also has a dance hall. , a duty-free shop, and the upper four floors are also open to the public for rent.
Fang Minghua and his wife arrived at the hotel on a motorcycle. They saw that the lobby was spacious, bright, magnificent, with a glass patio, and a symbol of "more than enough every year" embedded on the blue sea background wall. Bronze fish statue.
As expected, there are still vacancies in the hotel, and all other rooms have been occupied. Now there are only two suites left, priced at 98 yuan per night.
For peat, this is equivalent to half a month’s salary of an employee. .
Of course, the two of them didn't care about the money.
The two of them lived in a separate apartment. After a brief shower, they went to the hotel restaurant for lunch.
The hotel provides the most authentic Cantonese and Qiong dishes. There are people coming and going in the hotel, and the two of them are not hungry, so they order a bowl of Baoluo Noodles, a famous local food.
It is made with vermicelli, but the soup tastes sweet and sour!
Eudi Shenna
Fang Minghua forced himself to finish the bowl of Baoluo powder.
While eating, Fang Minghua asked the waiter for the office address of the Provincial Writers Association, but the other party had never heard of this unit.
"What kind of shoes does the Writers Association make? Leather shoes or cloth shoes?" the young waitress asked with curiosity.
I#￥%……&
“Cloth shoes.”
Fang Minghua pawned the money and food stamps, turned around and left.
The two returned to the room, discussed it, and decided to go to the provincial government first, where they could naturally find out the address of the Writers' Association.
At this time, HAN Province has not yet been officially established. Its current name is Hainan Administrative Region People's Government, located on Haifu Road.
The two of them got on the three-wheeled motorcycle and headed straight to Haifu Road.
Haifu Road connects old Haikou and Fucheng, hence its name. It is a main street in Haikou. Fang Minghua and Zhao Hongjun rushed to the government compound and found the security department personnel in the duty room at the gate. Fang Minghua and Take out your work ID and ask for the location of the Writers Association.
Coincidentally, the staff told him that the Provincial Writers Association was still in preparation, and the preparatory team was in the government compound.
"It's on the third floor of the three-story red brick building at the back." The staff member said enthusiastically.
"Thank you." The two of them walked towards the back of the government compound, and sure enough they saw a red three-story building at the back, with "Hainan Island Writers Association" and "HAN Provincial Writers Association Preparatory Group" hanging on the door. Two brands.
The two went up to the third floor and saw a middle-aged man about fifty years old.
When the man saw Fang Minghua, he was stunned for a moment and asked tentatively: "Are you Comrade Fang Minghua, the editor-in-chief of "Yanhe" magazine?"
"I am Fang Minghua, who are you?"
"I am Ye Weilin."
"Hello, Chairman Ye." Fang Minghua showed a smile on his face and took the initiative to extend his right hand.
Fang Minghua has never met Ye Weilin, but he has heard of his name, Vice Chairman of the Hunan Writers Association.
Of course this is not the most important thing, it is because of the novella "River Without Navigation Beacon" he wrote.
This novel won the first National Award for Outstanding Novels.
This novel was made into a movie by Wu Tianmin and won the 1983 Outstanding Film Award from the Ministry of Culture of China. So Fang Minghua remembers this person.
After the two shook hands, Fang Minghua introduced Zhao Hongjun, and then asked curiously: "Chairman Ye, are you also coming to Hainan for a business trip?"
Ye Weilin laughed: "No, I have already Transferred to Hainan to be responsible for preparing for the Hainan Writers Association.”
That’s it!
You've found the right person.
(End of this chapter)