1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 220: The magazine sold out! (Please subscribe!)

"Invite a Hong Kong singer?"

Chen Fusheng didn't expect Huang Yihe to have such an idea. However, the Iron Lady of Britain had just visited China in September of this year, and since then, a long negotiation on the issue of Hong Kong's return to China has begun. Against this backdrop, inviting Hong Kong singers to the Spring Festival Gala is not only an artistic exchange, but also has considerable political significance.

Huang Yihe didn't know if Chen Fusheng could guess the deeper meaning behind it. But considering that the other party was a young head of a state-owned enterprise with unlimited potential, he didn't dare to hide anything and took the initiative to say, "This is actually our factory director's idea. Unfortunately, we don't have the connections to contact our compatriots in Hong Kong, so we had no choice but to ask Director Chen for help. What do you think?"

"can!"

This matter wasn't difficult for Chen Fusheng, and it would also make CCTV owe him a favor, so he didn't mind helping out.

“I happen to be going to Hong Kong in a couple of days. I can ask around for you, Director Huang, or you can send someone with me.”

"That's great... But what is Director Chen going to Hong Kong for?"

A friend of mine is getting married.

The friend Chen Fusheng mentioned was Cheng Long.

Although he guessed that Chenglong wouldn't dare to hold a big event, since the other party had invited him to the company's annual meeting yesterday, he couldn't very well not go.

And since he was going to Hong Kong, he also sent the film reels of "Die Hard" and "Hachi: A Dog's Tale" there, and settled the box office revenue sharing of "The Man from Earth" with Sil-Metropole Organisation.

Yes, it's not Great Wall Corporation anymore.

This year, three left-wing film companies—Great Wall, New Union, and Phoenix—along with eight cinemas, merged into a conglomerate that integrates production, studios, cinema chains, distribution, and advertising. The name of the conglomerate is Silver Metropolitan Organization Limited.

Of course, the structure has changed, but the management team remains the same.

After hearing that Chen Fusheng was going to attend a wedding banquet, Huang Yihe and Deng Zaijun had a brief discussion and decided that one of them would go to Hong Kong with Chen Fusheng.

Hwang Il-hyuk is the chief director, so naturally he can't leave. Therefore, this person is actually Deng Zaijun.

"Director Chen, I'm sorry to have troubled you." Deng Zaijun was the first to express his apology.

"It's nothing, just a small favor."

At noon, Chen Fusheng had lunch at the CCTV canteen. In the afternoon, he did not participate in the rehearsal and went home with his wife and daughter.

Because there's a little one at home who's already eight months old and has started eating solid foods, I'm still a bit worried.

Yes, it's definitely not because the second rehearsal was too boring.

"It seems there's a letter."

There was no one specifically assigned to handle the snow in the residential area, so Chen Fusheng and his group got out of the car at the entrance of the residential area.

As Chen Fusheng walked into the residential area, he didn't notice the blackboard at the gatehouse entrance because he was carrying his daughter. However, after his wife reminded him, he stopped and turned around, and sure enough, there was a letter from their family.

"Mom, who sent the letter?"

Seeing his wife get the letter from the gatekeeper, Chen Fusheng and his daughter curiously came over.

"It seems to be your aunt."

"Which aunt?" Chen Qian remembered that she had two aunts.

"Auntie Xiaowei".

"Oh." The little girl nodded and continued, "Is my aunt coming to our house to play?"

"do not know."

Chen Qian turned to her father and asked, "Dad, we've moved. Will Auntie still be able to find our house?"

"Don't worry, your aunt is a college student, she'll definitely be able to find her. Look, she even knows to send letters to our new neighborhood instead of the old Siji Hutong."

"Yes, Auntie is amazing!"

"When you become a college student, you can be just as amazing as your aunt." "Really, Dad?"

"Ah."

"When will I be able to become a college student?"

"Eat your food properly. When you grow up, you'll be a college student after you get into university."

While the father and daughter were talking, Liu Xiaoli had already opened the letter her sister had sent.

She thought her sister's letter was addressed to her.

I never expected it was sent to my husband.

When she looked again, well, it turned out that he had read "Under the Hawthorn Tree" and was feeling resentful, so he wrote a letter to her brother-in-law to "discuss" the plot. Oh well, it's alright now.

"Honey, it's a letter from Xiaowei to you. Take a look."

Actually, as soon as Chen Fusheng heard that the letter was sent by his sister-in-law, he guessed that it was addressed to him.

Seeing his wife's amused expression, he could easily guess that the letter contained nothing pleasant.

However, I still took it and looked at it.

Although his sister-in-law's letter was not very kind, the few tear stains on the paper made him feel quite good.

……

Wang Meng was in a good mood at the time. In just two days, the sales of their magazine "Yanjing Literature and Art" had exceeded 300,000 copies, setting a new record.

Moreover, booksellers from all over the country kept calling, all with one request: to place additional orders with their magazine publishers.

Although their inventory was almost depleted, Yanjing Literature and Art had anticipated this and contacted several printing plants, so they weren't too worried about running out of stock.

"A letter has arrived! A letter has arrived!"

In the magazine's editorial department, when the young and beautiful editor Zhang Dening rushed in excitedly, all the editors stopped what they were doing and looked up at her.

A senior editor asked with a smile, "Editor Zhang, our magazine receives many letters from readers every day. Isn't that normal?"

"There were more than ten times as many letters today as usual. I helped Grandpa Qin sort through them at the door for a while, and almost all of them were addressed to the novel 'Under the Hawthorn Tree'."

"Wasn't this novel just released the day before yesterday? How did it generate this kind of influence so quickly?"

"I don't find it surprising. Fusheng is a well-known writer in the literary world, and the ending of his romance novel is so regrettable that it will resonate with readers. So it's normal for people to believe him more."

"That's true. Even though I've read countless manuscripts, I shed a lot of tears when I read the story of Lao San and Jing Qiu, which was so pure and beautiful, yet unrequited love."

After everyone had finished their discussion, Zhang Dening asked again, "What about those letters written to Comrade Fusheng? Should we send them to him?"

“Of course we should send it. Comrade Fusheng also lives in Beijing, it’s not that far.” Zhou Yanru said, seemingly seeing through Zhang Dening’s thoughts, and smiled, “What’s wrong, Editor Zhang, are you thinking of recommending yourself?”

"Hehe, as expected, nothing can hide from Team Leader Zhou's sharp eyes."

"Think carefully, delivering mail in this heavy snow is no easy task."

"Don't worry, Team Leader Zhou, I'm young and I'm not afraid of the cold."

"Then go ahead and do it. You know where to send it, right?"

"Eastern Company?"

"Hmm, that's fine, but please be careful on the road."

"Okay, thank you, Team Leader Zhou."

(End of this chapter)