Chapter 438 Wang Shuo’s Treat
“Are you Mr. Palladium’s daughter?”
Fang Minghua then remembered that Palladium’s original name was Li.
“Yes, my father was deeply saddened when he heard that Mr. Shen had unfortunately passed away from illness. He originally wanted to come to Yanjing to see his old friend off in person, but his health was too poor and he couldn’t take the long journey by car, so he asked me to come and take his place. Memorial.”
That’s it.
He was just here on behalf of Palladium. If it were official, Harvest magazine would not just send an ordinary editor.
Also, Palladium, as the chairman of the Writers' Association, did not send an official representative of the Writers' Association to attend. This may be because he had no choice but to do so.
"Please take care of yourself, Mr. Palladium."
The two chatted for a few more words, and Fang Minghua left.
Before he left the entrance of the cemetery, he bumped into another person.
This time it was an acquaintance.
Wang Shuo.
Wearing a white round-neck T-shirt, with a round haircut, and a cigarette in his mouth.
The two of them looked at each other and were both stunned.
"Editor Fang"
"Wang Shuo!"
"Editor Fang, are you here to attend a friend's funeral?" Wang Shuo asked.
"Not really a friend, just an old man worthy of respect." Fang Minghua replied.
"Old man? Is it Mr. Shen Congwen?"
"Yes, you too?" Fang Minghua asked.
"Haha, yes."
"What a coincidence, then you can go, it's at the No. 3 Funeral Home." Fang Minghua said kindly and was about to leave, but Wang Shuo stopped him.
"Editor Fang, are you coming to Yanjing for a meeting?"
"Yes, a meeting of the Writers Association."
"When will you return to Xijing?" Wang Shuo asked again .
"What's going on tomorrow?"
"Are you free in the evening? I'll treat you to a meal." Wang Shuo said, "You've come to Yanjing, please do me the favor of a landlord. Besides, last time I went out When we got to Xijing about the book, Song Tangtang invited me to dinner. If I don’t invite you, I won’t let you go back and say that I saw Wang Shuo, and he won’t let her laugh at me.”
Huh?
Fang Minghua declined, but the other party insisted, so Fang Minghua had no choice but to agree.
"The time is set at 6:30 in the evening. Let's go to the Kunlun Hotel, which is on Xinyuan South Road, Chaoyang District. A buddy of mine is the general manager there. Do you know Ma Weidu? I'll drag him up again, and Liu Zhenyun, I met him at the last meeting. This guy is not bad either.”
"As the guest does, the host does as he pleases." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
"See you in the evening!" Wang Shuo waved his hand, threw the unfinished cigarette on the ground, stamped out the cigarette butt with his foot, and then entered the cemetery gate.
Fang Minghua also walked down the steps.
Since he promised Wang Shuo, Fang Minghua could not break his promise. In the afternoon, he stayed in the General Political Courtyard to chat with Song Tangtang's grandparents. At around five o'clock, he went out to take the bus.
It was still a long way from Huangsi Temple to Kunlun Hotel, and it was during the rush hour after get off work. Fang Minghua changed to a bus and then rushed to Kunlun Hotel. It was already half past six.
Just entering the hotel lobby, Fang Minghua was thinking about how to contact Wang Shuo.
These days, I heard that Big Brother has appeared in big cities in the south, but it seems that it has not yet happened in Yanjing.
Even ordinary people can't afford it. It is said that the unit price of a mobile phone is 21,000, the Internet fee is 6,000, and the prepaid phone fee is 1,000, a total of 28,000.
That's enough money to buy a house!
At this moment, a very beautiful waitress walked out of the front desk of the lobby and said politely to him: "Are you Mr. Fang Minghua, the editor-in-chief of "Yanhe" magazine?"
"Yes, what?"
"That's it. Our boss's friend Mr. Wang Shuo invites you tonight and lets me wait here just for you. Please come with me."
"Thank you. "
Fang Minghua followed the waitress into the elevator, looked at the shy girl, and asked curiously: "Do you know me?" "I like reading your novels and I have seen you in the newspaper. Look like that." The girl said.
Oops
I met my fan.
"Editor Fang, can you sign your name for me?" the girl asked.
"Okay." Fang Minghua agreed happily. "It's just that I didn't bring a pen."
"I have one here."
The girl quickly took out a beautiful little diary from her skirt pocket and handed it to Fang Minghua with a pen and paper very respectfully.
Fang Minghua was not polite and signed his name in a flying and dancing manner.
Seeing the girl's shy look, Fang Minghua changed the subject: "What is your couple's name?"
"Our couple's surname is Lv, one is single and the other is Lu. "It's right," the girl replied.
Love Haiyi?
Haiyi?
The one who wrote "Undercover Police"?
He is also a big boy.
Fang Minghua suddenly understood.
According to rumors, this Haiyi is a low-key person in Beijing circles, but his status is not low. He comes from a prominent family and has a good family background. Even Ma Weidu and Wang Shuo would bow their heads and call him big brother when they see him.
Of course, this is a post that Fang Minghua read on the Internet before he came to this era. It is not clear whether it is true or false.
The elevator kept rising and finally stopped, "Mr. Wang and Mr. Lu are in the second private room, please come over here." The girl said and led him out of the elevator, walked to the private room, and helped him open the door. Door.
“Thank you.”
Fang Minghua replied politely, and when he got closer, he saw five men inside.
Wang Shuo sat on the left side, with an empty seat in the middle. There was a very elegant man wearing glasses.
Sitting next to them were Ma Weidu and Liu Zhenyun, both of whom Fang Minghua knew.
Accompanying him in the last seat was a man who looked a bit "wretched". When he saw Fang Minghua come in, he immediately stood up with a smile on his face, showing his buck teeth.
"Editor Fang." Wang Shuo saw Fang Minghua come in, stood up and said hello, and then said: "Let me introduce to you, this is my friend, the deputy general manager of Kunlun Hotel. Haiyi."
"Hello, Chief Editor Fang." Lu Haiyi took the initiative to extend his right hand: "I have heard about your name for a long time, and I have long wanted to. I got to know you. I heard that Wang Shuo wanted to invite you today, so I asked without hesitation to participate."
"Hello, Mr. Lu, I also heard your name, the author of the novel "Plain Clothes Police". , our "Yanhe" does not publish long novels, otherwise I would rush to Yanjing to grab your novel."
Haiyi is also very humble.
"The main reason is that Director Lin's photography is good,"
The two exchanged a few words, and Wang Shuo added: "I won't introduce Weidu and Zhenyun, we all know each other. ”
Even though we know each other, we still have to shake hands when it’s time to shake hands.
Fang Minghua shook hands with Ma Weidu first, and Ma Weidu asked humorously: "Editor Fang, are you not going to visit Liulichang when you come to Yanjing this time?"
"I don't know anything about antique furniture like you."
"But you know calligraphy and painting."
"A little bit, a little bit."
After the two shook hands, It was Liu Zhenyun's turn.
As soon as Fang Minghua held Liu Zhenyun's hand and was about to speak, he heard Liu Zhenyun say with a smile: "Editor Fang, don't force me to write a novel tonight."
Fang Minghua laughed loudly after hearing this.
It turns out that at the Huashan seminar, Fang Minghua urged Liu Zhenyun, Chi Li, and Liu Yuan, several writers who were relatively good at writing new realistic novels, to urge them to come up with new works as soon as possible.
So today Liu Zhenyun met Fang Minghua and said this, of course he was joking.
The last person came next. Just as Wang Shuo was about to introduce him, this man spoke first: "Brother Wang, I don't need to bother you, I will introduce myself." Then he smiled at Fang Minghua and said: "Hello, my name is Feng Xiaogang, art designer at Yanjing Television Art Center”
(End of this chapter)