Chapter 739 Everyone is concerned about this
Didn’t this book cause a lot of controversy in history during the selection process?
As long as it’s okay, Fang Minghua certainly wouldn’t ask the author to make a revised version, which would appear more politically correct.
The meeting ended on May 23. Before the meeting ended, the host specifically told the judges to continue to carefully read the 23 books in this preliminary review after they went back, and to wait for further serious discussion at the second meeting to be held soon. .
Fang Minghua did not leave Yanjing immediately. He first went to the General Political Courtyard to visit Song Tangtang’s grandparents, and then went to visit several courtyard houses he bought. This is a must-have routine every time he comes to Yanjing. .
Normally when doing business in Yanjing, he would borrow a car from Shengshi Group's office in Yanjing. This was convenient, and it was the same today.
Driving a car, holding a bunch of keys, wandering around the streets and alleys of the city. There are five courtyard houses in total, including the one at the Literary Foundation. You have to go and see it, even in Shichahai - —Wang Zi once rented that courtyard and sat there for a while. Unfortunately, it seemed a bit desolate when it was unoccupied for a long time.
After leaving the courtyard, Fang Minghua went to the nearby Shichahai. It is early summer now, which is also the most beautiful season in Shichahai.
There is a large lotus market here, which is full of lotus flowers in summer. Standing on the shore, the Drum Tower in the distance can still be seen, and the Western Mountain can also be seen faintly.
Fang Minghua walked along the shore. There were many tourists on the road. There were people rowing and singing in the lake not far away, but the song "Let's Sculp" was no longer heard.
Let's swing the oars
The boat pushes away the waves
Fang Minghua was walking aimlessly when a middle-aged couple with a child suddenly walked towards them.
“Minghua!”
The man shouted in surprise when he saw Fang Minghua.
Fang Minghua recognized it, it was Yu Hua.
Wearing a white shirt and jeans, with messy hair and rebellious little eyes, next to him is his wife Chen Hong, holding a little boy.
"Yu Hua, Chen Hong, are you bringing your children to visit Shichahai?" Fang Minghua also greeted with a smile.
"Yes, today is the weekend, let's go out for a walk." Yu Hua hurriedly said to the little boy: "Leo Le, call me Uncle Fang."
The little boy looked at Fang Minghua out of curiosity and called Sound uncle.
Fang Minghua agreed with a smile.
"Minghua, are you alone? Where are your sister-in-law and two children?" Chen Hong asked.
"They are all in Xijing, and I came to Yanjing alone for a meeting." Fang Minghua explained.
"Meeting? Minghua, are you attending the meeting of the Mao Dun Award Jury? I saw this news in the newspaper." Yu Hua interjected.
“Yes, after driving for more than half a month, people’s stomachs will swell if they don’t move for a day, so they can’t stop walking around after driving.” Fang Minghua said with a smile.
Yu Hua said nothing.
"Yu Hua, why don't you ask me about the content of the meeting?" Fang Minghua asked half jokingly and half seriously.
“I heard that you have meeting rules, and some contents cannot be made public.” Yu Hua replied: “Besides, my novels are not among the 20 announced. It’s just a pity that the ones you wrote "The Piano of Steel."
"Who said you are not included? Let me tell you that your book "Alive" has been included in the list of books read by the committee members." >
“Really?!” Yu Hua’s eyes suddenly widened, and even Chen Hong, who was teasing his son next to him, was a little surprised.
Being included in the reading range of the jury members means that they are on the same starting line as the other 20 novels in the preliminary selection, and they all have the possibility of winning the Mao Dun Award!
"Minghua, you recommended it, right? Thank you, thank you!" Yu Hua was excited and incoherent.
“You don’t need to thank me, you wrote it well.” After Fang Minghua finished speaking, he reminded: “But don’t be too happy too early. This is just my recommendation. Whether you will win the prize in the end is not my decision. That’s it.”
“Haha, I’m satisfied if I can enter the final evaluation. I don’t even dare to think about winning,” Yu Hua said.
"That's not necessarily true. Everything is possible." Fang Minghua said, and then thought of something: "Yu Hua, I want to translate your book "Alive" into English and publish it in the United States. Do you agree?"
"I agree."
This is not the first time that Fang Minghua has recommended Yu Hua's novels to be published abroad, so he readily agreed.
"Okay, you write a power of attorney and sign it and send it to Xijing. You don't have to worry about anything else." Fang Minghua said.
Yu Hua thanked him repeatedly, and Chen Hong invited him to their home. "No, it's not easy to spend the weekend. You should have fun with your children. I will go to your house next time I come to Yanjing." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
Farewell to Yu Hua and his wife, Fang Minghua continued to wander around Shichahai.
Now, Yu Hua is in the peak period of his creation. It would be difficult to miss this period.
Fang Minghua came back from Shichahai and went to Shi Tiesheng's house the next day. Since he came to the capital, everyone he had good connections with would go and visit.
There is also the Haizi family.
In a courtyard near Shichahai, Fang Minghua met Haizi.
After not seeing each other for several years, Haizi was much fatter than before. He also saw his wife who came back from get off work. She was a round-faced girl. Although she was not beautiful, she looked like a very virtuous wife.
Haizi’s father-in-law and mother-in-law greeted him warmly, and Fang Minghua still had a meal at their home before leaving.
The affairs in Yanjing were all over, and it was already the end of May when Fang Minghua returned to Xijing by train.
Of course Song Tangtang was very happy when her husband came back from a business trip. After the couple had their passion in the evening, they talked about the meeting again.
"Wow, if both "White Deer Plain" and "Alive" can win awards, not only Chen Zhongshi and Yu Hua will be happy, Shu Bin will probably be extremely happy as well. These two books will be popular for a while, and Shengshi Books will be Make a lot of money," Song Tangtang said.
"Of course, this is the advantage of having the copyright." Fang Minghua smiled, and suddenly he thought of something: "Tangtang, please take the time to contact Er Erhe, the author of "Emperor Yongzheng", and buy the TV adaptation rights of this book. "
"Another costume drama? You just filmed "Prime Minister Liu Luoguo", and now you are filming "Kangxi's Private Interview". Will you film "Emperor Yongzheng" in the future?" Haha. Buy it first. This book is very good. Emperors, generals, talents and beauties will like it."
"Okay, I will arrange for someone to contact the author."
Fang Minghua’s life has become easier again.
That afternoon, Fang Minghua was typing in his study when he suddenly received a call from Jia Pingwa.
"Minghua, are you free tonight? Come to my house to play mahjong."
"Play mahjong? Today is not the weekend." Fang Minghua was a little surprised.
“Who said you can only play mahjong on weekends? Come on, I haven’t played cards in a long time.”
“Okay, I’ll come after dinner.”
After eating, Fang Minghua said something to Song Tangtang and drove straight to Jia Pingwa's house.
Jia Pingwa lives in Yahe Garden Community near Taibai Interchange. He moved there after he got married. The house with three bedrooms and two living rooms is quite impressive.
Fang Minghua drove into the community, parked the car on the side of the road, and went up to the third floor of a building on the east side. After knocking on the door, the person who opened the door was Jia Pingwa's newlywed wife Guo Mei.
Seeing that it was Fang Minghua, Guo Mei immediately greeted with a smile, "Brother Fang, come on, they are all here."
Fang Minghua entered the living room and saw Jia Pingwa and two people in Drink tea and chat.
Lu Yao, Chen Zhongshi.
"Ouch. Teacher Chen, is it you today? I thought it was Bai Miao." Fang Minghua said.
Since Chen Zhongshi became the chairman of the Writers Association, he has a lot of work and family affairs, so he rarely plays mahjong. Basically, Bai Miao comes to join them at the table.
"Bai Miao is busy with the Chinese Literature Award. I don't have time in the evening, so I pulled Zhongshi over." Jia Pingwa explained.
When everyone arrived, Jia Pingwa immediately spread the blanket on the dining table, raised the mahjong box, and everyone started playing.
For them, playing mahjong is not about winning or losing, it is purely a pastime and a good opportunity to communicate with each other.
That’s it for today.
Before the mahjong round was finished, Jia Pingwa held a cigarette in her mouth and asked Fang Minghua, who was sitting opposite: "Minghua, you came back from the meeting in Yanjing, how did you judge it?"
(End of this chapter)