Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 412 411 "It would be nice to change your lifestyle."

Han Shaogong came to see Fang Minghua for nothing. He mainly came to chat and deepen their relationship.

He saw last night that Fang Minghua and Zhao Hongjun had a deep connection, and Zhao Hongjun looked wealthy and decided to develop in Hainan.

One more friend means one more path.

What's more, both of them are writers and have a common language.

The two of them talked about the literary world again, including the root-seeking novels that had emerged in the literary world in the past two years, the avant-garde novels that are now popular, and the new realistic novels that have just emerged. The conversation was quite speculative.

"Minghua, I have read several novels published by "Yanhe" last summer, such as "Platform" written by you, which tells the joys and sorrows of small people in the context of the big era, "Troubled Life" by Chi Li, "Walk" by Guizi "Into the Accident" and so on are different from avant-garde novels in that they are more realistic, but they are also different from traditional realist novels in the past. You call them "new realist novels", which is a very good summary," said Han Shaogong.

"Do you also think that this type of novel will become a hot topic in the literary world?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Yes! "Modernist" novels represented by avant-garde novels reveal the absurdity and loneliness of human beings. "Realistic" novels once showed human dignity and morality. These are the two sides of a leaf. Everyone appreciates these aspects of the leaf. After using one side for a long time, you will inevitably get tired of looking at it, and you will think of the other side of the leaves.”

Fang Minghua laughed after hearing this.

This family is very arrogant, and it is difficult for him to praise others.

"Why, are you interested in him and want to join the company?" Fang Minghua suddenly understood what Zhao Hongjun meant.

"Yes, President Hong has agreed to provide us with at least 10 ISBNs every year, each with 15 ISBNs! I will go over to sign the contract tomorrow."

"Shao Gong, your metaphor is very subtle."

"No, President Hong said that he has something to do at home and will invite you another day. Su Bin and I will eat together."

"Is the matter settled?" Fang Minghua asked while pouring water.

15 is not expensive, and it seems that President Hong doesn’t have a big appetite.

"You want to be an editor, but I'm a little tired of it."

Fang Minghua understood what he meant. He didn't come to Hainan to write!
"It's not bad to change your lifestyle." Fang Minghua said.

"My wife and children haven't settled down yet, and I've been chatting with you for a long time. I have to go back quickly, lest my wife say anything."

"Su Bin?"

After chatting until six o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Minghua invited Han Shaogong to dinner, but he declined.

At almost nine o'clock in the evening, Zhao Hongjun came back drunk, sat down on the sofa, and yelled for Fang Minghua to pour him a cup of herbal tea.

"Unfortunately, I have to stay away from the literary world for a while and cannot participate in this exciting process of transformation." Han Shaogong sighed.

"Yeah. I'm a little tired of writing, and I don't want to pursue an official career, so I came to Hainan to make a living, start a magazine, and be an editor like you!"

"Are you going to have dinner together later?"

"Yes, he helped me a lot in this matter. It's right to ask him. Besides, I found that guy is smart and knowledgeable. He deserves to be an editor. He is a talent!"

Han Shaogong also laughed after hearing this.

Fang Minghua laughed loudly after hearing this.

Fang Minghua didn't force it. After sending Han Shaogong away, when he saw that Zhao Hongjun didn't come back, he went to the hotel restaurant to have something to eat, and then returned to the hotel.

Zhao Hongjun nodded after hearing this: "I did have such an idea at the time. During the meal, I hinted that I would give him preferential treatment and let him come over to do it. Even the manager of the company in Hainan asked him to do it! But the other party always looked at what he was doing. , I knew they didn’t want to come, so I didn’t say much.”

"Take your time," Fang Minghua said. "Since you want to take root in Hainan, are you afraid that you won't have the chance? The generous salary is certainly attractive to him, but what they value more is whether they can use their talents! Otherwise, people will go from Hunan Province to What are you doing in Hainan?”

"That's fine. There are plenty of opportunities later!" "Okay, now that we've finished the work here, I'll return to Xijing tomorrow." Fang Minghua added.

"So urgent? I would also like to help you recruit a few talents for the company that is about to be established."

"Look, the park was full of college students that night. Are you worried that you can't find talents?" Fang Minghua said with a smile: "As soon as your recruitment announcement was posted, I dare say there were people rushing to sign up."

"Okay. After the contract is signed, I will go find a house for the company tomorrow. I will rent a dozen houses on the 20th floor of Wanghai Building! If you want to do it, you have to do it decently." Zhao Hongjun looked like he had a lot of money. .

Fang Minghua had no objection.

In this era, a company's external image is inherently a symbol of strength.

The next morning, Zhao Hongjun went to the publishing house to sign the contract, while Fang Minghua took a motorcycle to Haikou Dayingshan Airport to buy a plane ticket.

In this era, there were no direct flights from Haikou to Xijing. Fang Minghua took the plane to Huacheng first, and then changed to a flight to Xijing.

When he arrived, the 24-hour train ride from Huacheng to Zhanjiang became a nightmare in his heart.

At noon, Zhao Hongjun came back after signing the contract and was drunk again. Fang Minghua packed his luggage and prepared to go to the airport.

Zhao Hongjun insisted on sending him there, but Fang Minghua refused: "You are so drunk. I am worried that something will happen to you on the road. You are just resting in the hotel. What should I, a grown man, be afraid of?"

"That's okay. I'll leave all the matters in Xijing to Tangtang. I have to get back before the Chinese New Year at the earliest."

"Okay." Fang Minghua finished packing his luggage and felt that he had to say a few words when he saw him like this.

"Red Army, we are still concentrating on book publishing. You'd better not touch the foreign trade imports and processing of supplied materials that President Hong mentioned."

"I know, this is not Xijing. If you don't know the people in the officialdom, why don't you think about doing foreign trade? Besides, book publishing is now a hugely profitable thing. It's not good for me to make a fortune, so why bother?!" Zhao Hongjun Smirk.

Fang Minghua still agreed with Zhao Hongjun's attitude.

You can't make enough money, it's enough to make something you are familiar with.

"There is another industry. Forget it, let's not talk about it. Let's talk about it when the time comes." Fang Minghua mentioned the travel bag.

"Then I won't send you off. Please pay attention to safety along the way." Zhao Hongjun said, fell on the bed, and fell asleep.

Fang Minghua had no choice but to help him take off his shoes and coat, then left the room and closed the door.

After going downstairs, Fang Minghua checked out the suite he was staying in and left the hotel.

What he didn't finish talking about just now was actually referring to a major event that happened in Hainan in the past two years, the Hainan real estate bubble.

Many real estate tycoons today actually started their careers at that time, such as Pan Shiyi, Lu Zhiqiang, Wang Shi, etc. The difference is that some have gone ashore and some are still in the water.

Will Zhao Hongjun be involved by then?
Let’s talk about it then.

Fang Minghua didn't go far after leaving the hotel. There were taxis nearby, and they were not motorcycle tricycles but Santana, Mazda, and even Crown.

He wanted to call a car to go to the airport, but suddenly he saw a girl standing near the hotel entrance holding a sign.

It's not something like "Whoever is willing to pay for the medical expenses for his father's serious illness and hospitalization, I will give him my life", nor is it "I don't have travel expenses or food, please give me a handout" or the like, but it says "Translate English, French and Russian languages ​​​​for the price." discount."

He actually knew the girl holding the sign.

Yanjing girl Dai Jiali

(End of this chapter)