Chapter 531 530 "Neither the readers nor the poets have fallen, but the times have changed!"
The soul of the entire Shengshi Group is not Zhao Hongjun on the surface, but Fang Minghua in Xijing .
Listen to his opinion.
The phone on the desk rang suddenly. Shu Bin picked up the phone and heard a familiar voice coming from the phone.
It belongs to Zhao Hongjun.
"Mr. Shu, I am the Red Army."
"Director Zhao, have you let Minghua read the collection of poems?" Shu Bin ignored the politeness and went straight to the point.
“After reading it, he thought it could be published, but he put forward his own opinions.”
As long as it can be published.
Shu Bin finally felt relieved and asked again quickly.
"Mr. Zhao, what's your opinion?"
"He said that your plan to print 150,000 copies is a bit low. I suggest you print 500,000 copies directly for the first time to reduce the impact of piracy on our revenue."
500,000 copies!
My dear.
This Fang Minghua is more courageous than me!
Shu Bin looked shocked, but quickly made a decision: "Okay, we will print 500,000 copies!"
A month later, "Young Trend" was officially published.
It is now mid-September. It rained yesterday and the hot weather in Xijing has finally become cooler.
Fang Minghua is in the bookstore in Lei Xuecheng at this time.
Song Tangtang and several subordinates from Shengshi Film and Television have rushed to Liushudian Village in Baiyin, Gan Province. The company, including Fang Minghua and his wife, donated tables, chairs, textbooks, books, teaching equipment and other materials to the village primary school in the name of Project Hope. A total of more than 100,000 yuan in cash was used to improve school operating conditions and subsidize some poor students.
She said that she had not been to Baiyin and wanted to see the place where Fang Minghua once jumped in line. The two children also go to kindergarten, so Fang Minghua's life is very leisurely. Sometimes he comes to the bookstore in Lei Xuecheng.
Chat and listen to the songs played in Lei Xuecheng Bookstore.
Fang Minghua discovered that Lei Xuecheng had a special liking for Luo Dayou's songs. He often listened to him playing Luo Dayou's songs when he passed by here, including some very unpopular songs such as "Impression of My Hometown" and "Will Enter the Wine"< br>
But today, Zheng Zhihua’s latest album "Youth" is in the bookstore:
This is how all the laughter and tears are spent
I will always remember those days
Maybe I have changed a lot now
At least I have never changed the dreaming me
The song is cheerful and the lyrics are catchy.
This is also one of the few songs by Zheng Zhihua that is so youthful.
Sitting on a chair in the bookstore, drinking tea, watching people coming and going on the street under the autumn sunshine, listening to this song has a unique flavor.
Lei Xuecheng sat opposite him.
Maybe he will be a father soon, and Lei Xuecheng looks much more mature and steady than before.
Daughter-in-law Wu Meimei is sitting at the counter with a big belly, acting as the boss's wife.
"She won't go to work?" Fang Minghua asked Lei Xuecheng while looking at Wu Meimei.
"I won't go. Now the efficiency of the textile factory is not as good as it used to be, and the work is tiring and hard. I have already given her a leave of absence without pay. This bookstore can support the two of them." Lei Xuecheng said with a smile.
The bookstore in Lei Xuecheng has doubled in size. In addition to the original two front rooms, the two rooms next door have also been rented. Serious literature, popular books, and reading magazines are divided into categories. We also set up a reading area in the back room, with tables, chairs, benches, and tea for readers to rest and read here. Of course, only those who have purchased books can enjoy it.
For this reason, Lei Xuecheng was too busy for one person, so he hired two girls as shop assistants.
The two of them were sitting at the table chatting, and there were three books on the table - "Skywalker", "Fragments of Civilization" and the recently published "The Young Wave".
Another reason why Fang Minghua likes to come here is because he wants to hear Lei Xuecheng's views on newly published books, as a survey of sellers and readers.
"Minghua, both of your books have sold well. They have maintained the original writing level and are worth reading from a literary point of view. In particular, this book "Fragments of Civilization" opened my eyes. His vision is so good in prose."
Lei Xuecheng spoke crisply.
"But I never expected that this book "Young Trend" would actually sell well. No, I tried to buy 30 copies in the past two days, but they were sold out! I had to buy it again Come in."
At this point, Lei Xuecheng sighed: "Minghua, do you call this poetry?"
"Why not call it poetry?" Fang Minghua asked.
“If this is also called poetry, and I fucking wrote it like this back then, how about I become a poet?!” Lei Xuecheng said.
Back then, Lei Xuecheng was an enthusiastic literary young man who especially liked poetry. In order to see his idol Bei Dao, he even skipped the fare and went to Yanjing. It was this time that I met Fang Minghua by chance on the train and got to know each other.
But that was ten years ago.
After hearing what Lei Xuecheng said, Fang Minghua took a sip of tea and smiled slightly: "Back then, this stuff would never have been on the market. If you wrote it and wanted to publish it, you would be laughed to death. , but now! ”
"Then do you think it is the readers who have fallen, or the poets who have fallen?" Lei Xuecheng asked again.
"The question you asked is so complicated, it's really hard to answer."
"I know!" Wu Meimei, who was sitting at the bar next to her and listening to the two chatting, suddenly said.
"Meimei, what do you know?" Lei Xuecheng turned around and looked at his wife.
"Neither the readers nor the poets have fallen, but the times have changed! Now we are not talking about "One billion people and 900 million businesses, there are still 100 million to open, one billion people and 900 million to fall, and there are One hundred million are looking for”
"Now that everyone is busy making money, how can they have time to read those obscure and obscure poems? The poems written by Wang Guozhen are simple, straightforward, and can give people a little comfort and touch. Of course they are popular."
Lei Xuecheng was dumbfounded by his wife's words, and then he let out a long sigh.
“That makes sense.”
He smiled and said to Fang Minghua: “To be honest, I didn’t plan to enter this poetry collection at first, but Meimei tried her best. I just asked for some, but I didn't expect them to sell well."
"Mei Mei is right. Serious literature is no longer as popular as it was a few years ago, especially poetry." Neither did Fang Minghua. deny.
"However, there are still people who read excellent poems. For example, Haizi's collection of poems "Facing the Sea with Spring Blossoms" is also liked by many people."
Last year, Haizi committed suicide by lying on the train. After being rescued by Fang Minghua, Xichuan and the others With the consent of Haizi's parents, he was sent to a mental hospital in Yanjing for treatment. At the same time, Luo Yihe and Xi Chuan compiled Haizi's poems. The first collection of short poems, "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" collected more than 70 short poems written by Haizi over the years. head.
Including "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms", "September", "Four Sisters", "Spring, All Ten Haizi Resurrection", etc., jointly published by Shengshi Books and Hainan Publishing House.
Luo Yihe also annotated some poems and provided the author's creative background, which was so popular among readers that Fang Minghua even bought a copy to read.
Hearing what Fang Minghua said, Lei Xuecheng nodded: "Haizi is indeed a talented poet. Now that I read it, I feel more and more great about him. It is a pity."
Lei Xuecheng stopped, and the two of them did not mention this topic again.
(End of this chapter)