Chapter 697 The Old Bungalow on Julu Road
"What, Chairman Wang? Did he come to you to complain?" Fang Minghua asked rhetorically.
“It’s not a complaint, I’m just talking about some of my own opinions.” Wang Meng chuckled: “I know Lao Liu relatively well. His thoughts are a bit stubborn and his mind is not broad enough. I persuaded him. A few words."
Fang Minghua nodded.
Of course he knew that Wang Meng was not here to raise an army to investigate.
"Minghua, I remember that in the past two years, during the great discussions on humanistic spirit, I rarely saw anything written by you." Wang Meng changed the topic and asked.
I want to say this again.
"Chairman Wang, I have never been to university, and my literary theory and literacy are not high, so I feel that I cannot speak in this relatively high-level academic discussion. ." Fang Minghua looked humble.
“Ouch. When did Minghua, who has always been eloquent in the literary world, become so humble? Doesn’t he have high literacy in literary theory? When he was just in his early twenties, he went to Lanzhou University to teach students Talking about stream of consciousness novels at that time? How many people understand this stuff?”
“Also, just this afternoon, you quoted scriptures and made Liu Guowei stunned for a long time, and now you are saying that you are not qualified in front of me?”< br>
After listening to Wang Meng's words, Fang Minghua couldn't say anything more, so he just laughed twice.
“As a person who is over sixty years old and about to retire, I should not be involved in this discussion, especially as I support Wang Shuo. I also know that there is a lot of dregs in Wang Shuo’s novels and cannot be regarded as classics at all. "
Wang Meng looked at the green lotus leaves all over the lake: "However, his novels are not too harmful. They are at best a pastime after dinner, and they are not terrible."
" What's scary?" Fang Minghua asked.
"The scary thing is that those who criticize him, under the banner of rebuilding the humanistic spirit, require participants to criticize Wang Shuo and others one by one and 'target them for elimination.'"
“A ‘bloody, tearful’ accusation was made against Zhang Yimou’s ‘shameless act’ of ‘using movies to discredit the motherland’.”
“This is too scary. I feel shuddering when I see these words. It’s the 1990s now, why do words from that era appear again? Haven’t we suffered enough? We have to do it again. Come again? "
Wang Meng looked at Fang Minghua with a somewhat excited expression.
So that’s what I was worried about!
These older generation of literati who came from that era always have a kind of vigilance in their hearts.
"No, Chairman Wang, you don't have to worry too much. After all, times have changed and the situation you think will not happen." Fang Minghua looked relaxed.
“You’re very optimistic.”
“Yes.”
“Haha, okay, maybe I’m overthinking it. Let’s go there for a walk. Walking around Su Causeway, among the ancient Chinese literati, I admire Su Shi the most. He was both a scholar and a practical man. He made great contributions to water conservancy projects for a long time. Hehe, he was also a gourmet. "
The two of them headed towards Su Causeway. Go.
During the several days of meetings, everyone expressed their opinions and argued with each other. During the break, they went to the West Lake with friends in twos and threes.
I heard that in the past two years, the local government carried out a major renovation by the West Lake, demolishing the Huizhou Tower and Mingyue Bay Hotel, moving the Yutan Hotel, and restoring scenic spots such as "Pinghu Qiuyue". Today's West Lake It looks much more beautiful.
Of course, Fang Minghua did not forget to find a tea shop and buy two kilograms of super-grade Longjing, produced in the Meijiawu area.
The last two days were a big discussion on humanistic spirit, but Fang Minghua asked for leave.
"Minghua, do you really want to leave?" Lu Yao, who lived in the same room with him, asked.
"I really have something urgent to do in Shanghai. I have to go there quickly. I asked the conference team for leave, and Chairman Wang approved it." Fang Minghua said while packing his things.
He is going to Shanghai, but he didn’t dare to say that when asking for leave.
My family called me to tell me that my mother was suddenly seriously ill, and I had to go back quickly
Only for this reason, Wang Meng probably let me go, and he could only feel sorry for his mother. After leaving the West Lake Hotel, Fang Minghua took a taxi straight to the train station and bought a train ticket to Shanghai. He did not forget to call Zhao Hongjun and ask him to send someone to pick him up, and then got on the train to Shanghai.
More than three hours later, we arrived at Hongqiao Station and saw Jin Bo as soon as we exited the station.
"Teacher Fang, I'll take you to the hotel." Jin Bo enthusiastically helped Fang Minghua carry his luggage: "Director Zhao has something to do at noon and I'm afraid he won't be able to make it through. I'll accompany you to dinner."
"No, you can take me to the hotel and go home. I'll eat alone." Fang Minghua declined.
Still staying at the New Jinjiang Hotel, I casually had a meal in the hotel restaurant at lunch time, took a shower and slept for a while, when I heard someone knocking on the door.
Looking over, Zhao Hongjun was standing at the door wearing sunglasses and holding a mobile phone.
"Is the meeting over?"
"Not yet, but it's not interesting. We might as well look at the house." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
"Haha, I know you miss the old house. I have already contacted the agent. Let's go there now."
"Drink some tea and cool down?"
< br>"No, hurry up and finish the business. Let's drink tonight!" Zhao Hongjun said without looking back.
Fang Minghua followed him down the elevator, walked out of the hotel and got into the Hutou Ben.
Zhao Hongjun’s favorite was on Julu Road in Jing’an QU. When the two drove there, there was already a young man wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and tie waiting at the door of the yard.
His surname is Zhang. Although he was young, he worked in a housing agency for several years, specializing in the sale of old houses.
Seeing the Mercedes-Benz approaching, I quickly came over to help open the door when the car stopped.
"Director Zhao, you are here." The young man was very attentive.
"This is my friend, Fang Minghua. He buys a house." Zhao Hongjun introduced to the principal.
Fang Minghua did not let him reveal his specific identity. Xiao Zhang looked at the other person and felt that he looked familiar, but he did not dare to ask more.
The two shook hands and led them through the door. .
Fang Minghua took a closer look. The main building is a three-story brick and wood structure with red tiles and pink walls, a pointed roof, oval steel windows, gardens in the front and back, and four huge ginkgo trees. The tree extends its branches and leaves beyond the wall.
“This is an English-style garden house built in 1930. There are 12 buildings in front and behind this one, arranged along the road. This building complex is the first project of the internationally renowned architectural designer Hudec after he established his own business. It is an international The hotel, Wukang Building, and Grand Guangming Cinema were all designed by Hudec. ”
Xiao Zhang introduced them as he walked.
“The property certificate of this bungalow has an area of about 407 square meters, a floor area of about 657 square meters, including a basement of 75.53 square meters. The specific figures are on the property certificate.”
Finally. The three of them entered the living room on the first floor. It was almost empty. It had obviously been unoccupied for a long time and was covered with dust.
“The owner of this property went to Los Angeles with his family five years ago. He applied for a green card at the beginning of this year and just entrusted our agency to help sell it not long ago.” Xiao Zhang hurriedly introduced.
Fang Minghua nodded, went up the wrought iron stairs, and took a look at the second, third, and balcony. Both the rooms and the walls were old, and the garden was overgrown. If he really wanted to move in, If you want to stay, you need to take care of it.
But he wasn't in a hurry, and he didn't plan to move in right away anyway. Aren’t those courtyard houses in Yanjing always empty?
(End of this chapter)