Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 483 You are in the name of Ning Province Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and I am in the name of Shengshi Film and Television

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Ma Zhiyao said:
"Xianliang, I told you that the Zhenbei Fort is now just a broken city wall with some shabby props left over from the filming of the movie. What's that? I'm a straightforward person, and I think that thing is just a lie."

"Xianliang, I'm thinking about you. You are now the chairman of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the chairman of the Writers Association. Don't let this matter damage your reputation."

Zhang Xianliang's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed.

Ma Hongying, who was standing by, defended Zhang Xianliang: "I think Chairman Zhang's idea is very good. Zhenbeibao is an ancient castle with a rich cultural history. It also has the ruggedness and desolation that are unique to our Northwest. Isn't there already a film crew shooting a movie here? If we renovate it, we will definitely be able to attract more crews to come and shoot!"

"If people come, we can set up some catering and tourism! Isn't this a good idea?" Ma Hongying was seen talking freely.

Fang Minghua secretly praised him.

This woman has good insight.

I just don’t know if it was her own idea or Zhang Xianliang told her?

But after hearing this, Ma Zhiyao looked at the other party with contempt.

"You know a hammer!"

This sentence made Ma Hongying feel ashamed and annoyed, but she dared not say anything.

Although she is the director of the personnel department and seems to have great power, she was only promoted last year and has not yet secured her position. Ma Zhiyao is from the Writers Association, and they don't care about her at all.

More importantly, Ma Zhiyao and Zhang Xianliang have been friends for many years!
However, Ma Zhiyao's words were too harsh, Zhang Xianliang couldn't stand it anymore, and advised: "Old Ma, Hongying is a female comrade after all, we should speak more civilized."

"Well, that's just who I am. I have something to do at home. Chairman Fang, I'm sorry, I have to leave first."

After saying that, Ma Zhiyao and Zhang Xianliang left without saying goodbye.

After a while, Zhang Xianliang also smiled bitterly and explained to Fang Minghua: "Minghua, Lao Ma is just like this, don't mind it."

"It's okay, it's okay, I understand, I understand."

"Hongying, give Chairman Fang a glass of wine on behalf of Lao Ma. If you leave early, you will have to drink three glasses of wine as a punishment here!"

Ma Hongying seemed a little reluctant, but still stood up and poured a glass of wine for Fang Minghua, and drank three more glasses herself.

At this time, Zhang Xianliang sighed and said, "Minghua, Ma Zhiyao and I have been friends for many years. We usually have a good relationship, but we have argued several times just because of building this film and television city. He firmly disagrees with me doing this."

"He said that the Chinese people have low quality, and I don't need to build a film and television city to deceive people. In fact, I didn't intend to deceive people at all. I really wanted to make it good. Let's not compare it with Hollywood, it would be good enough to be as good as the Paramount Pictures' wasteland location shooting film and television base we have seen."

"Writer Ma's idea is a bit one-sided. I think it still has great potential." Fang Minghua expressed his opinion.

"Chairman Fang, do you also support Chairman Zhang in building a film and television city?" Ma Hongying interrupted.

"More than just support?" Zhang Xianliang laughed. "When we discussed this issue in Los Angeles, Minghua said that he was ready to invest. Is that right, Minghua?"

Fang Minghua smiled and nodded.

"That's great!" Ma Hongying was surprised and delighted: "What we lack now is funds!"

You guys?

Fang Minghua heard something else in these words.

Zhang Xianliang was a very shrewd man. He quickly noticed that Fang Minghua's expression was strange and explained with a smile.

Originally, Zhang Xianliang wanted to build a western film and television city, but it was still very difficult for him to do it alone, so he planned to use the power of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles to open a company in the name of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, so that there would be much less resistance. Now the higher authorities are calling on all units to generate income, right? I am justified.

There is another factor: Zhenbeibao is a local city-level cultural relic protection site! How easy is it to develop in a cultural relic protection site?

Even though you, Zhang Xianliang, are a celebrity in Ningxia, that won’t work!

"We held several meetings within the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Some people were against it, while others waited and watched without expressing their opinions. However, Hongying strongly supported my idea," Zhang Xianliang said finally.

That's it!

Zhang Xianliang asked Ma Hongying to come for dinner, not just to drink.

"How about this, let's go to Zhenbeibao tomorrow and then discuss how to cooperate?" Fang Minghua expressed his opinion.

"Okay, we'll pick you up at the hotel at nine tomorrow morning."

After eating and drinking, Zhang Xianliang originally arranged for them to go dancing, but Fang Minghua declined the invitation on the grounds that Zhao Hongjun had drunk too much and needed care.

Drinking is fine, but dancing is not.

Zhang Xianliang drove the Santana of their Federation of Literary and Art Circles to send the two back to the hotel and then left. Fang Minghua moved Zhao Hongjun to the bed and made a cup of tea for herself. After a while, the guy woke up.

"How did you get to the hotel?"

"Nonsense! Of course I have to come back after eating."

"Fuck! I'm still hungry, and I'm drinking this crappy wine."

"Who told you to drink too much? I'll call the front desk. It seems the hotel doesn't have anything to eat. Otherwise, I'll go out and buy some for you."

Fang Minghua picked up the room phone and called the front desk. After explaining the situation, not long after, the waiter brought a bowl of mutton noodles. Zhao Hongjun got out of bed and started to eat it voraciously.

"Hongjun, you drank too much today. You didn't hear what happened next. Let me tell you." Fang Minghua recounted what happened next, of course without mentioning Ma Zhiyao's outburst.

After listening to this, Zhao Hongjun put down his chopsticks and looked at Fang Minghua: "What do you think?"

"I think this project is good. Zhang Xianliang is setting up a company in the name of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles to invest. I want to use the name of Shengshi Film and Television. Either I invest personally in the name of Shengshi Film and Television, or the company invests directly. What do you think?"

Zhao Hongjun answered without hesitation: "Of course it is a direct investment from the company! I've said before, if there is money, we two brothers will make it together!"

"This is a long-term investment. It's not easy to see returns in a short time. You have to think it over carefully." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"It's a long-term plan. I can wait! Isn't our Shengshi Film and Television going to enter the film and television industry? Invest in some film and television dramas, and move all the suitable ones to Zhenbeibao for filming. This is a win-win situation!"

"Okay, that's settled then." Fang Minghua nodded.

"How much money do I need to invest?" Zhao Hongjun was concerned about this question.

"I haven't said it yet. We'll talk about it tomorrow after we check it out. It's just a broken earthen city. It won't cost much at the beginning."

"Okay, let's go check it out tomorrow."

Seeing that Zhao Hongjun was sober and nothing was wrong, Fang Minghua returned to his room, took a shower, lay down on the bed and had a good sleep.

The next morning after breakfast, Zhang Xianliang drove a Santana to the hotel with Ma Hongying.

(End of this chapter)