Chapter 432: We can’t eat meat, so we just drink some soup for others.
Climbing Mount Huashan usually starts at night. The first place you must pass when climbing Mount Huashan is Yuquan Temple, where Hua Tuo’s tomb is located.
There are also some inscriptions by General Feng Yuxiang in the temple. One of them is very cool: "Do you know that we can't save the country without mechanization? Do you know that we can't save the people without electrification?"
In that era, it was really rare to have such an understanding.
Fang Minghua climbed with Yu Hua and Su Tong. They were all young people in their thirties, a large group.
Holding a flashlight, I walked and walked until late at night before climbing to the East Peak. I was so tired
It must have been cold and tired. Although I was wearing a military coat, I felt very cold.
Next time his sister never comes again, she would rather climb the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.
Fang Minghua thought silently in his heart.
But Yu Hua and the others were very excited, especially the lesbians, and Li Hongying stood on the edge of the cliff, curling her hands like a trumpet, shouting at the distant mountain peaks.
"Li Yinghong, your family is in Chongqing. You have been climbing mountains since you were a child, right? Are you still so excited?" Fang Minghua was a little confused.
"That feels different. Don't you feel it's particularly exciting now?"
Fang Minghua shook his head and said nothing.
Everyone sat on the top of the mountain, ate some bread they brought with them, and waited to watch the sunrise on Mount Huashan.
Actually, there was nothing special about the sunrise. It was just like usual. The only difference was that it was on the top of Mount Huashan.
This made Fang Minghua somewhat understand the poem "About the Big Wild Goose Pagoda" written by Han Dong.
About the Big Wild Goose Pagoda
What can we know
Let’s climb up
Look at the surrounding scenery
Then come down again
After climbing Huashan, the meeting was successfully concluded. Everyone waved goodbye, some returned to Xijing for the party and then took the train, and some walked directly from here.
Yu Hua and Chen Hong were going to visit Xijing. Li Yinghong was in a hurry to rush back to Shanghai and asked for a few days off. She had to make up for the missed classes.
"Teacher Fang, when I graduate, I will come to Xijing and ask you to be my guide." The girl joked.
"Okay, bring me a novel and I will take you all over Xijing." Fang Minghua said, half joking and half serious.
"It's a deal."
Wang Shuo didn't return to Yanjing, but he rushed to Xijing early in the morning, of course busy with his business.
Lu Yao and the others did not climb Mount Huashan. They had already rushed back to Xijing with a group of older leaders of the Writers' Association. Fang Minghua went back with Yu Hua, Chen Hong and the others. When they arrived in Xijing, they were treated to mutton dip, and they rushed back at noon. When I arrived at Xingfu Community, I didn't expect that Song Tangtang was leisurely watching TV and drinking coffee at home.
"Hey, there isn't much going on in the company today?" Fang Minghua asked while taking off his coat.
"The Red Army has returned from Hainan, so I will be more relaxed." Song Tangtang replied: "You haven't eaten yet, right? I'll go down there for you."
"After eating, Yu Hua and a female classmate had a meeting to spend two days in Xijing. I came back with him and treated them to a bowl of mutton dip, so I wasn't hungry."
Song Tangtang knew Yu Hua is a newly emerging avant-garde writer in the literary world. He was still studying in the Lu Academy seminar last year. His husband taught him and he also valued him very much.
But when I heard that Yu Hua was visiting Xijing with a female classmate, I couldn't help but frown: "Minghua, I remember you said that Yu Hua was not married? How could he be visiting Xijing with a female classmate?"
Fang Minghua had no choice but to briefly explain the whole thing.
Song Tangtang sighed and said nothing more.
"Don't talk about this. The Red Army is back. How is the company doing in Hainan?" Fang Minghua took off his suit and put on some home clothes. He sat down next to his wife and hugged her slim waist.
There is no need to go to work today.
"The Red Army said that the company in Hainan has been established, and the next step is to start business. First, publish the book "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" written by Liao Runbo. Also, Tian Yanning sent a newly written book "The Wrongful Soul of a Female" ", is also going to be published in Hainan." Hearing this, what did Fang Minghua think of? "Tangtang, Tian Yanning didn't mention any other requests in the letter?"
"No, what's wrong?" ”
Oh.
Seeing Fang Minghua's thoughtful look, Song Tangtang was a little confused: "What's wrong?"
"I estimate that Tian Yanning will ask for royalties in the later stage." Fang Minghua said Say what you think.
The first 500,000 copies of the first printing of "Female Leader" in the Shermily series were sold out, and Shengshi Books immediately printed an additional 800,000 copies and put them on the market.
The second book "Female Stars to Female Prisoners" has a first printing of 1 million copies and is still a hit.
According to the price of two yuan a book, Shengshi Books will make a net profit of nearly 1.2 million yuan from these two books. The booming market will certainly make writers dissatisfied with their pitiful royalties.
After listening to Fang Minghua's words, Song Tangtang was silent for a moment and said: "It hasn't been mentioned in the letter yet."
"Let's talk about it to the Red Army, and we will discuss it after the next one. Give them royalties. We can't eat meat and just drink some soup. Of course, the royalties shouldn't be too high. Raise them up slowly."
Song Tangtang nodded and suddenly remembered something
"That's right. I almost forgot one thing. Today, Wang Shuo, the big brother from Yanjing, came to see me and said that he was going to cooperate with Shengshi Books to publish an anthology of his essays. He wanted royalties. He also said that during a meeting in Huashan, he and You said this.”
"I said, how did you answer?"
"I didn't answer directly. I said that we would take a look at the novel he wants to publish first, and then give him an answer after a comprehensive evaluation."
"Yeah, that's it." Fang Minghua was very satisfied with his wife's answer. "The initiative must be in our hands, and it is beneficial to me to talk like this."
"Ha, you are very active about Lu Yao's novel." Song Tangtang joked.
"Can it be the same? Can Wang Shuo compare with Lu Yao?!" Fang Minghua glared at his wife.
Song Tangtang chuckled.
"It seems that you have agreed to pay royalties?"
"Yes." Fang Minghua nodded and gave his reason.
“Don’t worry about Wang Shuo’s novels, which are written in a loose manner. I call them ruffian literature, but there are still many readers who like to read them. Moreover, three novels have been adapted to the big screen one after another. They will definitely be released in the future. It will be a big hit. Of course, you and the Red Army will discuss the exact amount of royalties. "
"We must wait until these three movies are released before taking the opportunity to sell them publicly." Song Tangtang took over Fang Minghua's words.
"Yes, that's what I mean." Fang Minghua admired it very much, and added: "It seems that I worry a little too much."
"Aren't you worried about your company?" Song Tangtang rolled his eyes at him. .
“My company is not your company?!”
After Fang Minghua finished speaking, he suddenly picked up Song Tangtang’s waist, picked her up in a princess hug, and walked towards the bedroom.
“What?”
"Exercise in bed."
"It's so annoying in broad daylight!" Song Tangtang said, but he hooked Fang Minghua's neck and closed the bedroom door.
There is endless spring outside the window.
The next day, Wang Shuo got a 6-point royalty contract. Song Tangtang treated him to another meal at noon and left Xijing happily.
This literary creation seminar held at the foot of Huashan Mountain in early April was a milestone in Chinese history. It enabled the domestic literary circle to break away from "modernist" writing, which was mainly avant-garde novels, and return to Embracing realism.
Writing about the present and life has once again become the mainstream of literary creation.
At the end of April, Fang Minghua received a notice from the Chinese Writers Association Board of Directors, adding him as a member representative of the Chinese Writers Association and coming to Yanjing for a meeting.
(End of this chapter)