Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 891 The bosses are here
Lei Dawen immediately stopped talking to the man and walked over with a glass of wine.

"what's up?"

"Minghua is planning a Chinese calligraphy and painting exhibition and wants to find an advertising company to promote it. I remember you have a friend who opened an advertising company?" Zhang Qing said.

Lei Dawen immediately smiled and said, "Yes, he is a business partner of mine. How about this, Minghua, I will accompany you to the company tomorrow morning. How about you talk to him in detail?"

Fang Minghua agreed.

"Minghua, I think we can invite some celebrities from all walks of life in San Francisco to the opening ceremony of the calligraphy and painting exhibition, such as the president of the San Francisco Chinese Chamber of Commerce, the chairman of the Chinese General Association, and even officials from our country's San Francisco Consulate, city government officials, and members of the parliament. It will definitely increase popularity!" Zhang Qing suggested.

Fang Minghua waved her hand and refused: "I don't know many people in San Francisco. I have never dealt with those celebrities you mentioned. Forget it."

To be honest, I organized this calligraphy and painting exhibition on a whim and just for fun. It's okay to advertise, but there's no need for me to make cold calls to people I've never met.

After eight o'clock the next morning, Lei Dawen called Fang Minghua and told him the address of the advertising company, and the two of them went to meet there.

The advertising company, called Artful Strategy, was located on Broadway Avenue. When Fang Minghua drove over, Lei Dawen had already arrived.

Accompanied by Lei Dawen, we met the company manager Garcia, a blond man in his thirties. After listening to Fang Minghua's description, he immediately said that we will provide you with a package of publicity and promotion plans to achieve the expected results.

After both parties signed the contract, Fang Minghua left.

Soon, an advertisement for an art exhibition was published in the San Francisco Chronicle, the most famous newspaper in San Francisco, and the title was very eye-catching.

"Famous writer Minghua takes you into China's mysterious northwest"

This is a group of calligraphers and painters from Northwest China, which has a vaster land than the American West, and is desolate and mysterious. Through their calligraphy and paintings, you can see a different China and feel the splendid Chinese culture.

At the same time, news about this calligraphy and painting exhibition also appeared on television and the Internet. A huge billboard appeared at the entrance of the art gallery. On October 10, it will take you into the splendid and mysterious Chinese culture in Northwest China.
On the morning of October 10, the "China Northwest Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition" officially opened. As usual, a simple opening ceremony was planned. Those who came were friends of Fang Minghua or Li Li, including Lei Dawen, Zhang Qing, Demi, etc., as well as several professors from San Francisco State University and Stanford University School of Literature who like Chinese culture, and Liu Xiaoli, who made a special trip to San Francisco one day in advance to attend the opening ceremony of the exhibition.

As the organizer of the exhibition, Fang Minghua looked energetic today, wearing a black suit and tie.

According to the agenda, he will deliver a brief opening speech at nine o'clock in the ceremonial hall outside the calligraphy and painting exhibition hall, and then the exhibition will begin.

It is now eight forty-five, and there are still fifteen minutes. A group of guests are standing in the hall chatting, and of course there are more visitors who come to watch the calligraphy and painting exhibition.

At this moment, an old man in his sixties, wearing a Tang suit, walked into the ceremonial hall accompanied by two young men.

Who is he? Fang Minghua took a look and didn't recognize him, thinking he was just an ordinary audience member, but Lei Dawen beside him hurried over to greet him: "President Wang, you are here?"

"Lawyer Lei." The old man laughed and said, "Come and take a look."

After Lawyer Lei shook hands with him, he quickly waved to Fang Minghua to come over.

"Minghua, let me introduce you. This is the president of the San Francisco Chinese Chamber of Commerce, Mr. Wang Longchang."

"This is Fang Minghua."

"Mr. Fang." Wang Longchang held Fang Minghua's hand and said, "I heard that Mr. Fang was going to hold a Chinese calligraphy and painting exhibition here, and I am very interested in our country's traditional calligraphy and painting, so I came to take a look."

"Welcome, welcome." Fang Minghua said immediately.

Zhang Qing also came up to shake hands. At this moment, an oriental man in his fifties came in from the door. He was wearing a suit and had a square face, which gave him an awe-inspiring look.

When he saw the old man in a Tang suit, he immediately smiled and said, "President Wang, I knew you would come."

"Haha, Chairman Wu, you came later than me this time."

Lei Dawen immediately introduced Wu Mingsheng, Chairman of the Chinese Consolidated Benevolent Association.

Oops
The bosses of the two major groups in the San Francisco Chinese community are here!
Naturally, there was another round of handshakes and greetings.

Wu Mingsheng smiled and said to Fang Minghua, "Mr. Fang, President Wang and I both like Chinese calligraphy and painting, and we also like to collect them. Are the calligraphy and paintings in your exhibition for sale?"

ah? this?
Fang Minghua really didn't think of selling them, as they would all be donated to the Confucius Institute in the future.

Fang Minghua was just about to explain when he saw an oriental man in his forties in a suit and tie walk in, followed by three young men, whom he naturally didn't know.

But when Wu Mingsheng saw the man coming in, he immediately let go of Fang Minghua's hand and walked over to greet him: "Consul General Yang, you are here too?"

Wang Longchang also went over to shake hands and said, "Consul General Yang, you are very busy with official duties. I didn't expect you to come in person."

The middle-aged man smiled cheerfully: "Of course I should come and see the calligraphy and painting exhibition organized by the famous writer Minghua."

After that, he took the initiative to shake hands with Fang Minghua next to him: "Comrade Minghua, I am Yang Yihang, Deputy Consul General of the Consulate General in San Francisco. Our Consul General Peng Keyu has returned to China to report on his work, so I am attending the opening of this calligraphy and painting exhibition on his behalf."

"Thank you, and welcome Consul General Zhang." Fang Minghua replied, and after a pause he sighed, "It's just a small calligraphy and painting exhibition, but I didn't expect to alarm you, as well as celebrities like President Wang and Chairman Wu."

Yang Yihang said, "Don't underestimate this calligraphy and painting exhibition. It is a window for promoting our country's splendid culture. Also, I heard that our consulate's counselor Zhang said that you have made a lot of efforts in the preparation of the Confucius Institute at the State University. Are these calligraphy and paintings going to be donated to the Confucius Institute?"

"Yes, this is also what I got from begging." Fang Minghua smiled and briefly described the process of "asking", and Yang Yihang also laughed after hearing it.

"Qin Province is indeed a cultural province. There are so many calligraphy and painting masters. I must appreciate them later!"

Naturally, Yang Yihang would not chat with Fang Minghua alone for too long, so he went over to say hello to Lei Dawen and the others. In the end, Wu Mingsheng and Wang Longchang surrounded him and talked about something. It seemed that they were in frequent contact.

At this time, Lei Dawen whispered, "The deputy consul general of the consulate general is here, and someone from the San Francisco government will definitely come as well."

Sure enough, after a few minutes, an American man with sparse hair, a hooked nose, and a suit and tie walked in, followed by a few younger people who looked like bodyguards and secretaries.

"Hello, Deputy Consul-General Yang!" The man greeted with a smile as he came in and saw Yang Yihang.

"Hello Mayor William." Yang Yihang also smiled, and the two shook hands and greeted each other.

"Mayor William of San Francisco!" Lei Dawen immediately whispered to Fang Minghua.

(End of this chapter)