Chapter 439 I heard that you have a good relationship with Mr. Wang?
Feng Xiaogang!
Actually, when Fang Minghua entered the private room and saw the appearance of the man sitting at the bottom, he guessed that he was Feng Xiaogang.
Now that the other party introduces himself, he smiles and shakes hands.
“Hello, Art Master Feng.”
"Hello, hello. I just heard Brother Wang talking about you. It's really better to hear than to see. I see you writing novels, it's really great."
Feng Xiaogang held Fang Minghua's hand and wouldn't let go. A look of attentiveness.
"Don't tell me, I still remember a passage, the one in which you won the Mao Dun Award." Feng Xiaogang cleared his throat and started to recite it.
“In 1904, winter came earlier in Zhangqiu, Shandong than in previous years. Zhangqiu was also a place of outstanding people. It was the hometown of Li Qingzhao, a female poet in the Song Dynasty. It had abundant springs and outstanding scenery. However, after overturning the nest, How can the egg be completely laid?"
I really recited it!
Fang Minghua was a little surprised.
At this time Wang Shuo spoke.
"Feng Pants, stop showing off and quickly let go of Editor Fang's hand. You are not a beautiful woman, why are you so affectionate?"
After hearing this, Feng Xiaogang let go of Fang Minghua. hand.
Fang Minghua smiled and said a few polite words, and sat in the seat under the sky - between Wang Shuo and Hai Yi.
When everyone arrives, the banquet will begin.
I drank Yanjing Erguotou, and ate the signature braised pork, yellow braised three-shredded soup, and baked lobster in soup. According to Haiwei, they are all the restaurant’s signature dishes.
It seems that Wang Shuo spent a lot of money on this treat.
However, Fang Minghua also knows that Wang Shuo is no longer the shabby person he was a few years ago when he revised a novel nine times just to earn royalties for publication.
Although Shengshi Books promised to publish his collected works, they have not been put on the market yet - and he has no royalties income for the time being. However, three novels were adapted into TV series this year. It is said that he also serves as a screenwriter. That's all Estimated income is in the thousands.
The six men present could all drink, and soon the three bottles of Erguotou were all gone. The drunkenness hit them again and again, and those who were not familiar with them at first started to talk more.
I saw Wang Shuo, his face flushed from drinking, holding a cigarette in one hand and a wine glass in the other. He said to Fang Minghua: "Editor Fang, with the strength of the wine, I dare to ask you to tell Minghua."< br>
"Why are you being polite? We are all friends, you can just call me, why don't you be bold?" Fang Minghua said with a smile.
"Okay, Minghua, do you know what I admire most about you?" Wang Shuo suddenly said.
"What? An article I wrote?" Fang Minghua answered half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"It's you who has collected tens of thousands of calligraphy and paintings by painters of the Republic of China!" Ma Weidu suddenly said next to him.
Tens of thousands? !
Hai Yi was slightly moved when he heard it, and Feng Xiaogang was even more stunned.
But Wang Shuo glanced at Ma Weidu: "Fuck you, I'm not interested in that thing at all."
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Fang Minghua: "You The novel is well written, yes, but that’s not what I admire. What I admire most is that you went to Babao Mountain to see off Shen Congwen today. ”
"Who is Shen Congwen?" Feng Xiaogang, who was concentrating on eating, couldn't help but interject.
"Don't talk if you don't know!" Wang Shuo scolded, and then continued: "I went to the funeral parlor, damn! None of the leaders of the Writers' Association and the so-called great writers came! Too much It’s so fucking disgusting.”
“Oh, I was wrong, here comes one, Wang Zengqi! But he is Shen Congwen’s disciple, so he must come, and you came to pay homage. I didn’t expect that. You don’t know Mr. Shen, right?" Wang Shuo said again.
"I don't know him, but I like the book "Border Town" he wrote."
"Oh. We even like each other. "Border Town" is well written, but I I like his prose "Xiang Xing Ji" and "Market" more than his contemporary "Praise to Poplar" and Zhu Ziqing's "Night in the Lotus Pond"! ”
No wonder Wang Shuo, who didn't like anyone, went to pay homage to Shen Congwen.
Fang Minghua was even more thoughtful.
Is this the reason for his treat today?
It doesn’t matter.
"Just because you are here to pay homage to Mr. Shen is much better than those so-called great writers in the Writers' Association! Let me toast you!"
The two had a drink.
At the wine table, compared to Wang Shuo's talkativeness, Ma Weidu often made jokes, Feng Xiaogang made jokes, and Hai Wei talked less. Holding a cigarette, he looked like a big boss.
After everyone finished speaking, he said: "Editor Fang, I heard that you have a good relationship with Mr. Wang."
" Mr. Wang? Wang Meng ?”
"Yes."
"Not really."
Fang Minghua put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and explained.
“A few years ago I wrote a novel called "The Sun Also Rises", which was rejected by several magazines. Later, someone introduced me to Mr. Wang, who is the vice chairman of the Yanjing Writers Association. He recommended " "Yanjing Literature" published my novel, and we have known each other since then. Sometimes when I come to Yanjing on business, I go to visit him. "
Fang Minghua told the truth, but he just avoided the important and ignored the important.
After hearing this, Haiyi put a shrimp on the plate for Fang Minghua and continued: "I heard that there is such a news. In an interview last year, Mr. Wang mentioned that our country should also adopt a royalty system, which can improve the writing quality of writers. Enthusiasm is your suggestion."
"No, no." Fang Minghua immediately denied:
"I am just an ordinary writer, how can I give advice to the leaders? I visited him at his home. During the chat, I mentioned that Lu Yao, a writer from Qin Province, received royalties from his popular book "The Ordinary World" and greatly improved his family's living conditions. I guess it was Wang who was inspired by what he heard. Right? "
Fang Minghua said it very humbly, but which of the big guys here is not a human being?
Can I chat with Wang Meng?
How many writers can go to someone’s house and chat?
Is it possible to have an unusual relationship?
Also, are you just talking casually?
I’m afraid it’s intentional?
But since Fang Minghua doesn’t admit it, others won’t expose it.
After hearing what he said, Haiyi picked up his wine glass: "Editor Fang, I have to thank you."
"Thank me? Thank me for what?" Fang Minghua was a little confused.
“Thank you for talking to Mr. Wang about this.” Hai Yi smiled.
Huh?
Fang Minghua suddenly understood and asked tentatively:
"Mr. Lu, your book "Plain Clothes Police" has been reprinted. Do you want royalties?"
Hai Yi nodded.
Before Fang Minghua could say anything, Wang Shuo beside him interrupted: "Hai Yi, why didn't you tell me about such a big happy event earlier? Come on, come on, let me congratulate you!"
Said After finishing Wang Shuo picked up the cup.
Looking at his serious look, Fang Minghua next to him smiled: "Wang Shuo, why don't you talk about yourself? Don't you also have royalties?"
"Hey, Wang Shuo, what's going on? Please tell me quickly?" Ma Wei couldn't sit still and asked immediately.
"It's not like I didn't get it." Wang Shuo was not polite and simply explained the matter.
"I have to thank you Minghua for this. If you don't ask, your wife won't agree." Wang Shuo finally said.
"What's the matter? I won't interfere in the affairs of my wife's company." Fang Minghua denied it flatly and picked up his wine glass. "I want to congratulate you two on getting the royalties."
"Ming "Hua, you got your royalties much earlier than us, right?" Wang Shuo said again.
"You are all wealthy now, so I'm here to congratulate you!" Ma Weidu raised his glass.
"That's it, that's it. Congratulations to all of you for making a fortune!" Feng Xiaogang also took the opportunity to raise his glass.
The envy in his heart.
But I know I can’t write it either.
After a banquet that made everyone drunk, Fang Minghua originally planned to return to the General Political Courtyard, but was stopped by Wang Shuo.
"Why are you anxious? It's still early. Let's go to the song and dance hall on the 16th floor. It's newly opened in Haiyi!"
"Welcome everyone. I'll give everyone a free song and dance hall tonight!" Haiyi also said Looks like a wealthy man.
(End of this chapter)