Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 762 Yandian, graduated
"What's his problem?" Fang Minghua was a little puzzled.

"When you called from Los Angeles and told me that Wang Shuo had asked Feng Xiaogang to film a script he wrote, I asked the people in the Beijing office to investigate Feng Xiaogang's ability. The investigation was shocking!"

"The film I Am Your Father, which he co-directed with Wang Shuo, was banned, and the film Living a Miserable Life, which he directed himself, was stopped ten days after it started filming. Two long-running TV series, Love and Sadness, and The Back of the Moon, were also not allowed to be broadcast in the Yanjing area. It seems that Feng Xiaogang has been "put into a separate category"!
After hearing what Song Tangtang said, Fang Minghua was also surprised. He didn't expect that Feng Xiaogang was in such a miserable state.
No wonder I couldn’t help but feel some sympathy when I saw myself behaving so humbly in Yanjing.

"But Feng Xiaogang is quite good at making movies." Fang Minghua said, "You can take a look at the script tomorrow. I think it's worth investing in."

"Since you agree, then there is no problem. I will talk to Liu Xiaoguang after work tomorrow and ask him to ask Feng Xiaogang to come to Xijing to discuss the investment and filming." Song Tangtang replied, and suddenly remembered something.

"Minghua, I'll buy you a cell phone tomorrow."

"What's wrong?"

Look at your colleagues and friends, they all have cell phones or pagers, but you don't have anything. Don't you think cell phones are too bulky? New cell phones were launched last year, and all the top executives in our company switched to Nokia 8110, which is small and exquisite with a sliding cover, very fashionable! It saves us from having to find you all the time!"

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His wife insisted on buying him a mobile phone, so Fang Minghua had no choice but to agree.

"Then let me buy you a car? You've been driving that Mazda for ten years, it's time to change it." Fang Minghua looked attentive.

After listening to this, Song Tangtang glanced at him:
"Did you buy a Mercedes for Lili in San Francisco? Then you can buy one for me when you come back. We should be treated equally?"

"Mercedes-Benz is not impressive enough, just lengthen the Lincoln!" said Fang Minghua.

"Extended Lincoln? Can it be turned into our Nanfang Lane?" Song Tangtang snorted, "Now there are more and more people and cars near Chaoyangmen, and it's sometimes difficult to drive a Mazda in."

"Yes, the traffic here is indeed getting more and more congested. Let's move to another place," said Fang Minghua.

"Okay, stop it. Where in the city isn't congested right now?"

This is true.

Wait for Qujiang to develop in a few years and then buy a villa there.

Fang Minghua thought to himself.

Two days later, Song Tangtang really took Fang Minghua to the post office to buy a Nokia 8110. Fang Minghua also went to a car dealership in the southern suburbs to pick up a new car for his wife. Of course, he didn't buy a stretched Lincoln, but a BMW 7 Series that had just been launched on the market - 740i.

The total cost is over one million.

As for Feng Xiaogang, Fang Minghua handed the matter over to Song Tangtang and no longer worried about it. He believed in his wife's ability.

A week later, Feng Xiaogang came to Xijing. After discussion, the two sides signed an investment contract at Shengshi Film and Television, with Shengshi Film and Television investing 600 million yuan.

Feng Xiaogang issued a pledge on the spot: all filming and production must be completed before the end of the year, and the film will be released after New Year's Day!

Afterwards, Feng Xiaogang went to Nanfang, Chaoyangmen, to visit Fang Minghua. Unfortunately, Fang Minghua was not at home that day. He drove to the Weishui River alone to go fishing.

Today is not the weekend, and Bai Miao and the others are quite busy, so Fang Minghua simply drove alone to a place called Da Caowanzi by the Weishui River, sat on a small stool and stayed there for half a day.

It’s nice to leave your phone at home and not have anyone to bother you.

The weather is nice and windy, and even if you can't catch a single fish, it's nice to sit here and enjoy the spring scenery.

Just as Fang Minghua was sitting by the river in Xijing quietly enjoying the beautiful spring scenery, a boy was sitting on the railing by the roadside at the Yan Film Academy far away in Yanjing.

He is Jia Zhangke, the boy from Fenyang, a small county in Shanxi Province. After graduating from high school, he took exams for three consecutive years and was finally admitted to the Department of Literature at Yandian University, thus fulfilling his dream of "saving the country through a roundabout way."

After four years of study, I am now facing graduation.

At this moment, he looked a little confused. He did not have the leisure to appreciate the beautiful senior and junior students passing by, but stared blankly at the lawn.

It was just that a sandstorm had just hit Yanjing two days ago, and the grass was covered with a layer of gray.

"Zhang Ke, what are you looking at here?" someone called him.

Without looking up, Jia Zhangke knew it was his classmate and good friend Wang Hongwei, who was studying in the Department of Literature at YDU, just by listening to the Mandarin with a strong Henan accent.

He is thin, wears glasses and has long hair.

Wang Hongwei blew the dust off the railing and sat down next to him.

"What are you looking at? Pretty lady?"

"No, the lawn." Jia Zhangke raised his head slightly.

"What are you looking at? It's all gray."

"Does it look like our Fenyang? It's gray everywhere." Jia Zhangke murmured.

"Hey, Zhang Ke, are you thinking about your script again?" Wang Hongwei immediately understood what his friend was thinking.

Although he studied literature in college, Jia Zhangke's favorite thing in his heart is still movies.

"Yes, we have no money to shoot the script, so we need to find someone to invest."

"Who are you looking for?"

"What about Shengshi Film and Television in Xijing?" Jia Zhangke turned his head and looked at his friend.

"Shengshi Films? They are very wealthy and one of the best film companies in the country. The problem is, do they care about you? You are not a famous director. No, you are not even a director. You studied literature!"

There was a hint of mockery in Wang Hongwei's tone.

Jia Zhangke did not get angry. Instead, he looked at the gray grass again and said slowly, "In 91, I failed the college entrance examination for the first time. I felt very depressed and stayed at home all day without going out. I read books and magazines when I had nothing to do."

Wang Hongwei felt a little puzzled. Why did this guy suddenly talk about the past?

But he didn't interrupt him but listened patiently.

"One day, I saw a novel called "Hello! Mr. Tree" published in Yanhe Magazine," Jia Zhangke continued.

"Isn't that written by the famous writer Minghua?" Wang Hongwei interrupted.

"Yes, I felt that it was written about our Fenyang. Mr. Shu was me, the guy in the yard. So I suddenly had an urge to bring this novel to the big screen and film it in the future!"

“Is that when you started wanting to make a movie?”

"Yes, but I couldn't even get into the literature department of Yandian University, which was the best college at that time. I felt discouraged, so I wrote a letter to Minghua to express my frustration and distress."

"Fuck! You actually wrote a letter to Minghua? Did he write back to you?" Wang Hongwei screamed in surprise.

"He replied!" Jia Zhangke's tone became excited: "In his reply, he encouraged me and told me to work hard and I would definitely be admitted to Yandian University. He also said that if I want to shoot this movie "Hell! Mr. Tree" in the future, he will leave it to me!"

"Oh, did Minghua really say that?" Wang Hongwei was shocked.

"Why would I lie to you? 'Hell! Mr. Tree' is so well written. I don't think I have the ability to do it now, but I can make this script of mine!"

"Then why are you still standing there? Go back and write a letter to Minghua! It has long been rumored that Minghua is the man behind Shengshi Film and Television! As long as he approves, there will be no problem!"

"Okay, I'll go back and write it now!" Jia Zhangke stood up, brushed the dust off his butt, and walked towards the dormitory.

"Hey, it's agreed that I'm the protagonist, the male lead, okay?" Wang Hongwei shouted at Jia Zhangke's back.

(End of this chapter)