Back to 80: My Literary Life

"Are you Mr. Palladium's daughter?"

Fang Minghua then remembered that Palladium’s original name was Li.

"Yes, my father was deeply saddened when he heard that Mr. Shen had unfortunately passed away from illness. He originally wanted to come to Yanjing to see his old friend off in person, but his health was too bad and he couldn't take the long journey by car, so he asked me to come and pay homage to him."

I see.

He was just here on behalf of Palladium. If it was official, Harvest magazine would not just send an ordinary editor.

Also, Palladium, as the chairman of the Writers' Association, did not send an official representative of the Writers' Association to attend. This may be because he had no choice but to do so.

"Please take care of your health, Mr. Palladium."

The two chatted for a few more words, and then Fang Minghua left.

Before he left the cemetery gate, he bumped into another person.

This time it was an acquaintance.

Wang Shuo.

Wearing a white round-neck T-shirt, with a round haircut, and a cigarette in his mouth.

The two of them looked at each other and were both stunned.

"Editor Fang"

"Wang Shuo!"

"Editor Fang, are you here to attend your friend's funeral?" Wang Shuo asked.

"Not really a friend, just an old man worthy of respect." Fang Minghua replied.

"Old man? Are you Mr. Shen Congwen?"

"Yes, you too?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Hehe, yes."

"What a coincidence, then you can go, it's at the No. 3 Funeral Home." Fang Minghua said kindly and was about to leave, but Wang Shuo stopped him.

"Editor Fang, are you coming to Yanjing for a meeting?"

"Yes, there is a meeting of the Writers Association."

"When will you return to Xijing?" Wang Shuo asked again.

"Tomorrow, what's going on?"

"Are you free in the evening? I'll treat you to a meal." Wang Shuo said, "You've come to Yanjing, please do me a favor as a landlord. Besides, last time I went to Xijing to publish a book, Song Tangtang treated me to a meal. If you don’t please, I won’t let you go back and say that you saw Wang Shuo and let her laugh at me.”

Ah?

Fang Minghua declined, but the other party insisted on inviting him, so Fang Minghua had no choice but to agree.

"The time is set at 6:30 in the evening. Let's go to the Kunlun Hotel. It's on Xinyuan South Road, Chaoyang District. A buddy of mine is the general manager there. Do you know Ma Weidu? I'll bring him along, along with Liu Zhenyun, who was at the last meeting. I met him when we were young, and he’s not a bad guy.”

"As the guest does, the host does as he pleases." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"See you in the evening!" Wang Shuo waved his hand, threw the unfinished cigarette on the ground, stamped out the cigarette butt with his foot, and then entered the cemetery gate.

Fang Minghua also walked down the steps.

Since he promised Wang Shuo, Fang Minghua couldn't break his promise. He stayed in the General Political Courtyard in the afternoon to chat with Song Tangtang's grandparents. At around five o'clock, he went out to take the bus.

It was still a long way from Huangsi Temple to Kunlun Hotel, and it was during the rush hour after get off work. Fang Minghua changed to a bus and then rushed to Kunlun Hotel. It was already half past six.

Just entering the hotel lobby, Fang Minghua was thinking about how to contact Wang Shuo.

These days, I heard that Big Brother has appeared in big cities in the south, but it seems that it has not yet appeared in Yanjing.

Even ordinary people can't afford it. It is said that the unit price of a mobile phone is 21,000, the Internet fee is 6,000, and the prepaid phone fee is 1,000, a total of 28,000.

I have enough money to buy a house!

At this time, a very beautiful waitress walked out of the front desk of the lobby and said to him politely: "Are you Mr. Fang Minghua, the editor-in-chief of "Yanhe" magazine?"

"Yes, what?"

"That's right. Our boss's friend Mr. Wang Shuo is asking you to let me wait here for you tonight. Please come with me."

"Thanks."

Fang Minghua followed the waitress into the elevator, looked at the shy girl, and asked curiously: "Do you know me?"

"I like reading your novels very much, and I have seen you in the newspaper." The girl said.

Oops

I met my fans.

"Editor Fang, can you sign your name for me?" the girl asked.

"Okay." Fang Minghua agreed happily. "It's just that I didn't bring a pen."

"I have it here."

The girl quickly took out a beautiful little diary from her skirt pocket and handed it to Fang Minghua with a pen and paper very respectfully.

Fang Minghua was not polite and signed his name in a flourishing way.

Seeing the girl's shy look, Fang Minghua changed the subject: "What's your husband's name?"

"Our couple's surname is Lv, one of us is Lv Bu, and we are called Lv Haiyi." The girl replied.

Love the sea?

Haiyi?

The one who wrote "Undercover Cop"?

He is also a big boy.

Fang Minghua suddenly understood.

It is said that this Haiyi is a low-key person in Beijing circles, but his status is not low. He has a prominent family background and a good family background. Even Ma Weidu and Wang Shuo would bow their heads and call him big brother when they see him.

Of course, this is a post that Fang Minghua read on the Internet before he came to this era. It is not clear whether it is true or false.

The elevator kept rising and finally stopped, "Mr. Wang and Mr. Lu are in the second private room, please come over here." The girl said and led him out of the elevator, towards the private room, and opened the door for him.

"Thanks."

Fang Minghua replied politely, and when he got closer, he saw five men inside.

Wang Shuo was sitting on the left side, and there was an empty seat in the middle. There was a very elegant man wearing glasses.

Sitting next to them were Ma Weidu and Liu Zhenyun, both of whom Fang Minghua knew.

Accompanying him in the last seat was a man who looked a bit "wretched". When he saw Fang Minghua come in, he immediately stood up with a smile on his face, showing his buck teeth.

"Editor Fang." When Wang Shuo saw Fang Minghua come in, he stood up and said hello, and then said, "Let me introduce to you. This is my friend, Lu Haiyi, the deputy general manager of Kunlun Hotel."

"Hello, Editor Fang." Lu Haiyi took the initiative to extend his right hand: "I have heard your name for a long time and I have wanted to meet you for a long time. Today I heard Wang Shuo said that he wanted to invite you, so I politely asked to participate."

"Hello, Mr. Lu, I have also heard your name. You are the author of the novel "Plain Clothes Police". Our "Yanhe" does not publish long novels. Otherwise, I would rush to Yanjing to grab your novel. ”

Haiyi is also very humble.

"The main reason is that Director Lin's photography is good,"

The two exchanged pleasantries, and Wang Shuo added, "I won't introduce you to Weidu and Zhenyun. We all know each other."

Even though we know each other, we still have to shake hands when it’s time to shake hands.

Fang Minghua shook hands with Ma Weidu first, and Ma Weidu asked humorously: "Editor Fang, are you going to visit Liulichang this time in Yanjing?"

"I don't know anything about antique furniture like you do."

"But you know calligraphy and painting."

"I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."

After the two shook hands, it was Liu Zhenyun's turn.

As soon as Fang Minghua held Liu Zhenyun's hand and was about to speak, he heard Liu Zhenyun say with a smile: "Editor Fang, don't force me to write a novel tonight."

Fang Minghua laughed loudly after hearing this.

It turned out that at the Huashan seminar, Fang Minghua urged Liu Zhenyun, Chi Li, and Liu Yuan, several writers who were relatively good at writing new realistic novels, to urge them to come up with new works as soon as possible.

So when Liu Zhenyun met Fang Minghua today and said this, of course he was joking.

Then came the last person. Wang Shuo was about to introduce him. This man spoke first: "Brother Wang, I don't need to bother you. I'll introduce myself." Then he smiled at Fang Minghua and said, "Hello, my name is Feng Xiaogang. I am from Yanjing TV Arts. Artist at the center.”