Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 725 724 "Switching between serious literature and bestselling novels with ease."

"That's great! It's like timely help!" Li Tuo suddenly raised his voice, and the people eating nearby turned their heads to look at him.

"Hush!" Fang Minghua made a gesture to keep quiet, continued to eat the rice in the bowl, and said:
"There's no need to make this known to everyone. Give me the magazine's bank account number and I'll transfer the money directly to you when I return to San Francisco."

"Haha, did you make money from your Harry Potter book? This book is very popular in the market."

"I guess so." Fang Minghua answered ambiguously.

"Minghua, I really admire you."

"What do you admire?" Fang Minghua looked up at him.

"You switch between serious literature and bestselling novels with ease."

Fang Minghua smiled and said nothing.

After dinner, everyone said goodbye and left. Fang Minghua was about to go back to the hotel. At this time, Bei Dao came up to him and whispered to him, "Thank you, Minghua."

Probably because Li Tuo told him about the donation, Fang Minghua smiled and said, "Teacher Bei Dao, you're welcome. The resumption of publication of Today is a very meaningful thing."

"Yes. That's why I insist, but I also think it is very meaningful, even though it is difficult." Bei Dao sighed.

"Teacher Bei Dao, I suggest that you pay more attention to the Internet. You can publish an online version of Today in the future so that more people can see it." Fang Minghua put forward his opinion.

"Your idea is very good." Bei Dao nodded: "In the United States, the Internet is developing rapidly. I heard that our country's Internet has already started, and it will be like the United States in the future!"

Bei Dao became more and more excited as he spoke: "By then, although Reader's Magazine will be published in the United States, Chinese readers will also be able to read it through the Internet!"

Invisible
Fang Minghua sighed in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud.

When I took a taxi back to Hilton Garden Inn from Liu Junjie's villa, Song Tangtang had already returned. She had just taken a shower and was humming a song while watching TV in her pajamas.

"How was it? Did you gain a lot from going to Paramount Pictures?" Fang Minghua asked while taking off his down jacket.

"I really benefited a lot. Today I went to the headquarters of Paramount Pictures, visited their operations and filming departments, had a talk with the director, and finally went to the filming set. Although it was a cursory visit, I was still shocked." Song Tangtang said excitedly.

"Oh?"

"Not only in Paramount Pictures but also in the whole of Hollywood, movies are an industry - they call it industrialization. A commercial blockbuster movie has a set of standardized and systematic production processes from project establishment to production to post-production to publicity and distribution. This is simply unimaginable in our country!"

"That's right. Looking around the world, only Hollywood can achieve the industrialization of the film industry now," Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Then tell me, can our country do it?" Song Tangtang asked.

"I think so, but it will take a long time."

"Yes, there is still a long way to go, but I should give it a try." Song Tangtang looked at Fang Minghua with a firm tone.

Fang Minghua looked at his wife.

The first commercial blockbuster in Chinese film history that attempted to be shot using the Hollywood industrial model should be Zhang Yimou's "Hero". Although it has received mixed reviews, its historical significance in Chinese film history cannot be erased.

"Hero" was released in 2002, which is only a few years ago!
Now that Song Tangtang has this idea, Fang Minghua certainly supports it.

"Okay. Didn't you say you wanted to film this Harry Potter book?" Fang Minghua said with a smile.

Song Tangtang shook his head.

"I'm just saying. There is no experience in filming such a grand fantasy novel in China. Don't waste such a good book. Oh, by the way, when I was interviewing Paramount Pictures today, their vice president Justin showed great interest in this book and was interested in purchasing the rights to adapt it into a movie."

"Don't be in a hurry, let it go for now." Fang Minghua said.

"why?"

"Paramount Pictures is not my ideal film company for making Harry Potter. More importantly, I am not like my previous novels, where I only earned money from the copyright of the novel but made a lot of money from the film company." "Wow, you haven't made enough yet. When Lili told me that the book profit in your stock account was as high as 100 million US dollars, I was shocked! 100 million US dollars is equivalent to more than 800 million RMB, which can't be spent in several lifetimes." Song Tangtang said.

"If you can't spend it all, you can do something meaningful. Anyway, Hollywood can't take all the money." Fang Minghua said.

"Well, the copyright is in your hands, you decide for yourself." Song Tangtang replied, and then asked, "Hey, how about you going to the literary salon today?"

Fang Minghua briefly explained the participation process.

"Ah," Song Tangtang sighed suddenly, and said quietly while sitting on the sofa, "Poetry that flourished ten years ago has now declined to this extent."

"Aren't there still these people who are silently persevering? Poetry is originally a niche literature. This is normal now. Okay, don't be sentimental." Fang Minghua comforted gently.

"Go to bed early, we have to take a plane back to San Francisco tomorrow."

Early the next morning, the two flew back to San Francisco, and Fang Minghua immediately transferred 500,000 US dollars to the account provided by Li Tuo.

The Spring Festival of 1996 arrived quickly. On New Year's Eve, sisters Song Tangtang and Li Li made dumplings and delicious food at home. Fang Minghua took the two children to post couplets outside the house, hung red lanterns, and set off fireworks at night.

It’s a pity that I can’t watch this year’s Spring Festival Gala abroad.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the whole family put on new clothes and drove to Chinatown to celebrate the New Year at the Garden Corner Square. They watched the golden dragon eye-dotting, dragon and lion dances, and firecrackers, and celebrated the New Year happily.

It’s a pity that in San Francisco, there is only one day off for the New Year. Li Li sometimes has to go to school, and Song Tangtang has to start working at the publishing house again, which makes the two children very happy.

When mom is not around, I can hang out with dad and eat whatever I want. There are also various video game arcades where I can have a lot of fun.

But the good times didn’t last long, and on the eighth day of the lunar calendar, the family had to return to China.

Li Li will be sent to the airport.

"Aunt, I really can't bear to leave you."

In the car, Ruirui snuggled up to Li Li, looking reluctant to leave.

"Are you reluctant to leave the delicious food and fun here? Humph!" Song Tangtang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned her head, glanced at her daughter, and said.

"I just can't bear to leave my aunt. She's always been the best to me." The little girl muttered.

"If you miss your aunt, you and Lele can come and visit again this summer vacation." Li Li stroked the little girl's hair and said gently.

"Auntie, I want to play Nintendo!" The little boy who had been silent just now immediately said what was in his heart.

"Play? If it's like this time, don't even think about coming to see your aunt again!" Song Tangtang played the role of a strict mother.

The two children shut up immediately.

In this situation, Fang Minghua just drives and usually does not get involved.

When they arrived at the airport, the four of them carried their suitcases, said goodbye to Li Li, and went through the security check.

Fang Minghua bought a business class seat. He originally wanted to buy a first class seat but bought it too late and ended up not getting it.

If you have money, don't treat yourself badly.

The plane quickly took off and flew north along the coastline. Soon the vast Pacific Ocean appeared below us. The long flight could easily make people drowsy.

The two children sitting in the front row had fallen asleep, and Fang Minghua also seemed half asleep. Song Tangtang, who was sitting next to him, suddenly leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"Lili is pregnant."

(End of this chapter)