Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 721: The businessman with a background in the Mafia actually has a hobby—literature!
"That's easy, cousin." Li Li interrupted:
"The film Ghost, which Minghua wrote, was filmed after Paramount Pictures purchased the copyright. I still have the contact information of their vice president Justin. I will contact Justin after I go to school tomorrow and visit their company. He admires Minghua's talent very much."

After hearing what her cousin said, Song Tangtang nodded: "That's fine, I originally wanted to go to MGM, but Paramount is also good."

"Okay, it's settled. You two go to Los Angeles together, and I'll stay at home to cook and take care of the kids for two days." Li Li said with a smile.

When the two children heard that their aunt was going to take care of them, their minds immediately became active. Ruirui, who was sitting next to Li Li, immediately leaned over to her ear and whispered:

"Aunt, I don't like oil-splashed noodles. I want to eat the Italian macaroni from Acquerello Restaurant."

Acquerello is one of San Francisco's most acclaimed Italian restaurants, known for its fine dining and delicious pasta dishes.

The macaroni here is not only delicious, but also very particular in presentation and ingredients. Fang Minghua took her two children there to eat twice, and the children loved it.

However, Song Tangtang heard this and glared at her daughter.

The next day at work, Li Li contacted Justin, the vice president of Ramon Pictures, who welcomed Song Tangtang to visit the company and would provide thoughtful assistance.

On the afternoon of February 2, Fang Minghua and his wife packed their luggage and set out for Los Angeles again, but this time they did not drive. They flew directly to save time.

The plane flew smoothly through the clouds.

Fang Minghua turned his head slightly to look at Song Tangtang who was resting with his eyes closed.

After coming to San Francisco, Fang Minghua vaguely felt that the relationship between his wife and himself seemed a little distant, not as close as in Xijing.

Maybe it's because this is in San Francisco, living in Li Li's house.

Maybe there are other reasons?
Why.
Fang Minghua wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

Song Tangtang's eyes suddenly opened. She looked at her husband who was watching her silently, and seemed to guess what was in his mind.

Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. I'm still the same person as before, but I want to warn you."

"Warn me about what?"

"Except Lili, you can't touch any other woman!" Song Tangtang said in a low voice.

"You can't touch it either?"

"Hateful!" Song Tangtang pinched the flesh on Fang Minghua's arm hard.

"When you go back, you have to compensate me double!"

"It's not my fault, is it? Who made you two sisters sleep in the same room every night? I'll make it up to you tonight."

The two of them were laughing and joking in low voices, and Fang Minghua felt as if he was back in the days in Xijing.

The plane landed at Burbank Bob Hope Airport. The two men walked out of the station with their suitcases and saw a strange middle-aged woman with blonde hair and blue eyes walking towards them.

"Mr. Fang, Mrs. Fang, I'm Isabelle, the deputy director of the public relations department of Paramount Pictures. I'm here to pick you up on behalf of Vice President Justin. I'm specifically responsible for the specific matters regarding Mrs. Fang's visit to our company."

"Thank you, Isabel, have you seen us?" Song Tangtang looked at the strange woman, a little surprised. "No, but I have seen Mr. Fang's photo." Isabel smiled and replied, "Mr. Fang is now a well-known celebrity writer in our country, but he is too low-key, otherwise it would not be just me who came to pick him up today, there would be a large number of reporters and fans."

Ah?
It’s better to keep a low profile so that no one will disturb you wherever you go.

The two followed Isabelle out of the terminal hall, took a car straight to the city, and finally checked into the Hilton Garden Inn that they had booked.

"Mrs. Fang, here are the specific arrangements for tomorrow's visit." Isabelle took out a document from her cross-body bag and handed it to Song Tangtang, then said, "After you wash up, I will take you to dinner. I will wait for you in the hall."

"No, thank you." Song Tangtang said quickly: "My husband and I will go to eat by ourselves. We have been to Los Angeles several times and are quite familiar with it."

"That's OK." Isabelle didn't force it: "I'll come to the hotel to pick you up to the company at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning." After saying that, she turned around and looked at Fang Minghua.

"Mr. Fang, do you need me to arrange a car to take you to the meeting place?"

"I do not need it, thank you."

After Isabelle left, the couple simply washed up and went downstairs to eat.

"Come on, Minghua, let's go have a candlelight dinner." Song Tangtang said excitedly.

An old couple still so romantic?

But as long as my wife is happy, I'll let her do what she wants.

The next morning, after getting up and washing up, Song Tangtang took Isabelle's car to visit Paramount Pictures. Fang Minghua bought a map of Los Angeles and took a taxi to the address on the invitation letter.

The salon was held in the famous wealthy area of ​​Los Angeles - Beverly Hills. Finally, Fang Minghua got out of the car in front of a villa.

This is a three-story villa. Looking through the white fence, you can see that there is not only a garden but also a swimming pool. It is a level higher than the villa he bought in San Francisco.

Holding the invitation, Fang Minghua was welcomed in by a man who looked like a butler, and met the owner of the villa, Liu Junjie, who was in his forties, with a flat head, smoking a cigar, and was generous with a hint of shrewdness.

Later Fang Minghua found out that he was of Chinese descent and had been the deputy leader of a gang in Taiwan's Zu Lian Gang. He later left the gang and came to Los Angeles to develop his career. In addition to running several nightclubs in Chinatown, he is now involved in the hotel industry and owns a five-star hotel. He is considered a well-known figure in the Chinese American community.

Such a businessman with some gang background actually has a hobby - he likes literature!
Bing Ling, the president of the newly established American Chinese Writers Association, approached him hoping that he could help find a suitable venue to hold a salon. Liu Junjie was very generous and even gave up his own mansion in Los Angeles and provided food and drinks!
After shaking hands with Liu Junjie, Fang Minghua picked up the prepared coffee cup and met Bing Ling, the initiator of this salon, in the living room of the villa.

He was in his early forties, had a short flat head and was of a sturdy build. When he saw Fang Minghua, he immediately shook hands and greeted her.

Although he claimed to be a member of the Fujian Writers Association and had worked as a journalist, he published his debut novel in "Yenching Literature" in 1980 and got to know the editor Li Tuo at the time.

But to be honest, Fang Minghua had never met this person in China, nor had he read the novels he wrote. However, what he said was basically true, otherwise Li Tuo would not have come.

But no matter what, being able to invite a wealthy man to pay for a salon does require some skill.

More people came one after another, including Zha Jianying, Yang Lian, Duo Duo, Zhang Ling, Huang Xiang, and Li Tuo.
Fang Minghua knew some of these people and some she didn't, but no matter what, it was a very happy thing to meet people in the literary circle in a foreign country.

Finally, Fang Minghua met Bei Dao.

(End of this chapter)