Chapter 663: Going to Italy to attend the Literary Award Ceremony
Of course Fang Minghua knows about the Italian Strega Literary Award.
This is one of the three major literary awards in Europe, which is as famous as the British Booker Prize and the French Prix Goncourt. It is held once a year and aims to commend outstanding novels published in Italy in the previous year. It is not limited to Italy. The works of writers, experts, scholars and translators recommended by the Italian Cultural Office Abroad are also included in the selection.
Just?
When will "Skywalker" be translated into Italian and published in Italy?
When Fang Minghua asked this question, Song Tangtang glared at him and said angrily:
"Have you forgotten? When Lili came back for the New Year the year before last, she said that she would successively translate your novels into Italian and try to win Published in Italy."
Really?
After Fang Minghua entrusted all the overseas publishing and distribution rights of his works to Li Li, he didn't worry about it.
And, when did she learn Italian?
"When did Lili learn Italian? I remember she only knows English, French and Russian, right?" Fang Minghua asked as he started the car.
"I have known it for a long time, and now I am learning Japanese."
"Really? So awesome?" Fang Minghua praised.
“My cousin is a genius in learning!” Speaking of this, Song Tangtang looked proud.
“But...hey.” Song Tangtang thought of something again and suddenly sighed quietly.
"Mom, my aunt is so awesome, why are you sighing?" her daughter Ruirui, who was sitting in the back, asked curiously.
"Don't ask too many questions about the children! Let the beans sit still and don't move around!" Song Tangtang scolded.
Fang Minghua drove to Fengyukou, where there were already some tourists. Song Tangtang took his two children to play in the water by the Feng River. The water was very clear, and the two children had a great time playing.
Fang Minghua set up his fishing rod and found a slightly shallow backwater bay to prepare for fishing.
Now Fengyukou has not yet become a scenic spot, the management is not strict, and fishermen can be seen everywhere.
It's just that he's not very good at fishing, and he didn't catch a single fish after fishing for a long time, but he's not in a hurry, he's just here to kill time.
At this time, Song Tangtang came over with bare feet and shoes in hand.
“Where is the baby?” Fang Minghua asked.
"Here, over there, I'm watching." Sure enough, Fang Minghua saw the child digging in the sand with his butt sticking out by the river. He immediately felt relieved and focused on fishing again.
"Minghua, are you going?" Song Tangtang asked again.
"Where to go?" Fang Minghua asked subconsciously.
"Go to Italy to attend the award ceremony. Lili said that the jury has sent you a formal invitation letter and hopes you can attend the award ceremony." Song Tangtang said.
“Go to Italy? Is it too far? Let Lili go for me.”
“You don’t want to go to Italy? It is an art paradise! The birthplace of the Renaissance, and The Venice Film Festival is about to start, and I want to go there.”
“Then let’s go together and take the baby with us,” Fang Minghua suggested.
"How can I have time? The equipment of the two newly built studios is being debugged intensively and I have to keep an eye on it."
"The Red Army also asked me to go to Shanghai to attend the inauguration ceremony of the Shengshi Building at the end of the month. They said that I It’s okay if the vice chairman doesn’t go. It just so happens that Zhang Yimou and his crew are filming in Shanghai. I’ll go over and take a look. How can I have time?”
Song Tangtang sighed after speaking. "You can't handle every detail of your company's affairs by yourself, otherwise you will be exhausted!" Fang Minghua reminded.
“I also know that this is not good, but I can’t do it. Okay, let’s not talk about this, you go, Lili will go too, she is too lonely in San Francisco on her summer vacation. , you go to Italy to accompany her.”
"Shall I accompany her?"
"Isn't it possible? Don't think too much."
"Okay, I just have to apply for a visa. I don't know if it will be late or not." Fang Minghua was a little worried.
"You are invited by the Italian cultural circle. This kind of visa is easy to apply for." Song Tangtang said
"Aren't you going to Yanjing soon to attend the "In the Name of the People" seminar?" Stay for two days to apply for the visa. The Red Army has set up a Shengshi Group office in Yanjing. I called and asked the staff to help you go to the embassy for consultation.”
"Okay, then I will go there this time to explore the way for you. Next time we will go together as a family!" Fang Minghua said with a smile.
The seminar on "In the Name of the People" is still held in the west courtyard of Wanshou Temple on the West Third Ring Road of the China Modern Literature Museum.
When Fang Minghua came out of Yanjing Station with his travel bag, he saw a man in his thirties walking towards him and introduced himself respectfully: "Hello, Chairman Fang, I am Shengshi Liao Yawei from the group’s Beijing office, Director Song arranged for me to pick you up.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re too polite, please come with me.” With the travel bag in his hand, he took him to the parking lot and got into a black Audi 100.
This is specially allocated by Zhao Hongjun to the office and is mainly used for reception.
A car is just the facade for doing business. How dare you enter those department and bureau gates with a broken Santana?
Fang Minghua had to admit that when dealing with official figures, Zhao Hongjun, the second generation, was very shrewd. Including writing certain plots in "In the Name of the People", he listened to Zhao Hongjun's opinions.
"Chairman Fang, we have arranged a room for you at the Kunlun Hotel. I will take you there now." Liao Yawei, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and said with a smile to Fang Minghua in the back seat.
“Okay, you can arrange it.”
In the past, when Fang Minghua came to Yanjing, he stayed at Song Tangtang's grandparents' house in the General Political Courtyard. However, the two old people were old and needed to be clean. It was not good to disturb them when they were old. They could just go and visit after their work was done.
The car quickly arrived at the Kunlun Hotel on QU Xinyuan South Road, Chaoyang. After registering at the front desk, Fang Minghua checked into the suite on the 21st floor.
"Chairman Fang, I will arrange dinner for you tonight. What food do you want to eat? The Shanghai cuisine here is very famous." Liao Yawei said.
"You're welcome, I'll do it myself." Fang Minghua smiled and said, "Director Song probably told you that I like to be free."
"Okay then." Liao Yawei no longer insisted: "Chairman Fang, I will pick you up on time at eight o'clock tomorrow morning to take you to the Modern Literature Museum."
"Okay, thank you."
After Liao Yawei left, Fang Minghua went to the bathroom and took a shower. He immediately felt much more comfortable. Seeing that there was still some time before dinner, he turned on the TV and watched as there was nothing wrong.
He had been to the Kunlun Hotel once, in May 1988. After the Writers Association meeting, Fang Minghua went to attend Shen Congwen's funeral and met Wang Shuo by chance.
Wang Shuo invited him to dinner at the Kunlun Hotel. Wang Shuo's friend Hai Yi was the general manager here. Liu Zhenyun, Ma Weidu, Hai Yan and Feng Xiaogang were also dining together. After that, they went to the hotel's ballroom to dance. Can dance.
Of course it’s all Haiyi’s treat.
Who let someone be the vice president of a hotel? Where are the money among these people?
But from then on, Fang Minghua never saw Haiyi again. After all, they had no contact with each other but only knew each other through Wang Shuo, and now he and Wang Shuo have almost no contact.
The circles are different. They are from the Beijing circle, and they are all brothers from the big courtyard.
But what Fang Minghua didn't expect was that not long after he stayed at the Kunlun Hotel, disciples from the Beijing Circle came to visit him.
He was half lying on the bed watching TV boredly when he heard a knock on the door.
(End of this chapter)