Back to 80: My Literary Life

The company's address is near Duanlumen Cross. It used to be a city department store building. Part of the second floor was vacant, so Zhao Hongjun found someone to rent it out as the company's residence.

When Fang Minghua arrived by bicycle, he saw a sign hanging near the door of the first floor, firecrackers crackling non-stop, Zhao Hongjun, wearing a suit and red tie, greeted the guests who came to congratulate him with a spring breeze.

"Congratulations to Boss Zhao! Congratulations on getting rich." Fang Minghua took out a bunch of firecrackers from the net bag hanging on the front of the car and said with a smile.

"I Ming Hua, what kind of show are you singing? Aren't you the boss?!" Zhao Hongjun pulled him aside and whispered a reproach, and then quickly said: "I know, I'm keeping it a secret."

After saying that, he took Fang Minghua and introduced them one by one: "This is Director Wu of the Municipal Planning Commission."

"This is Director Liu of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau."

"This is Director Ma of the District Light Industry Bureau"

Ah

A lot of officials, big and small, came here, and without knowing it, they thought some important meeting was being held here.

Some of these people also knew Fang Minghua and knew that he was the editor-in-chief of the magazine. They all laughed and said that with you, a great writer, coming to support me, their cultural level suddenly increased.

Of course the company I have a stake in will come to support me.

Fang Minghua smiled inwardly, chatted with a few officials, and then asked Zhao Hongjun: "Where is Tangtang?"

"Up there."

"Then I'll go up and have a look."

After saying hello to several leaders, Fang Minghua went up the stairs to the second floor.

The entire east corridor on the second floor is the company's territory. What Fang Minghua didn't expect was that there was a small bar just around the corner after going up the stairs. On the background wall was written "Four gilt characters of Shengshi Books" inside. There stood a beautiful girl in a suit.

This thing.

Learn from people in Xiangjiang.

"Hello, sir, who are you looking for?"

the girl asked with a smile.

"I'm a friend of your general manager. I'm here today to congratulate you and just take a look around." Fang Minghua replied with a smile.

"Please."

Fang Minghua walked in and saw signs hanging on the doors on both sides of the corridor.

"General Manager's Office"

"administrative office"

He saw an office with a sign saying "Deputy General Manager" and pushed the door open.

There was a pretty girl with shawl hair sitting behind the large desk inside, looking at a document carefully.

Song Tangtang.

Song Tangtang’s current position is the company’s deputy general manager and chief of the financial department.

Today, Song Tangtang is different from usual. He is wearing a small black suit with a white lapel shirt underneath. He immediately changes from a heroic soldier to a smart and capable white-collar beauty.

Why does it feel like a uniform temptation?

Seeing Fang Minghua staring at her, the girl felt generous. She stood up and asked playfully: "What, you don't know me?"

"Brother Red Army insists on letting the female employees of our company wear suits, saying that the same is true in Xiangjiang Company." Song Tangtang explained again.

"It's pretty good-looking." Fang Minghua nodded: "It's just March, so you're a little cold, right?"

I feel sorry for my wife.

"It doesn't matter, I also brought a woolen coat." Song Tangtang pointed to the coat hanging on the hanger.

"Come on, Minghua, I'll take you around."

The girl said very affectionately.

"This is the administrative office." The two entered the administrative office next door. There was a young man sitting inside. When he saw Song Tangtang coming in, he immediately stood up and greeted him respectfully: "Mr. Song, hello."

"work on your businesses."

Song Tangtang replied.

The young people hurriedly sat down and looked curiously at Fang Minghua, who came in with Song Tangtang.

Next door is the finance room, where two retired cadres were hired as accountants and cashiers. The Red Army said that the older people have experience and can be used with confidence. "Song Tangtang said in a low voice.

Fang Minghua stood at the door and saw two people sitting across from each other in the room, one of whom was busy making calculations.

Fang Minghua didn't go in so as not to disturb others.

Looking at the sign "Editing Room", Fang Minghua went in with interest. He saw three men sitting inside, all holding a book and reading something. One of them was older, with gray hair and wearing reading glasses. Look very serious.

When he saw someone coming in, the old man raised his head. Fang Minghua was stunned when he saw it.

"Lao Jin!"

"Xiao Fang. Chief Editor Fang!"

It turns out that this old man turned out to be the retired editor of the editorial department of "Yanhe" magazine!

"Editor Fang, are you here?" Lao Jin took off his reading glasses and was surprised.

"Oh, Mr. Zhao from your company is a good friend of mine. The company is opening today, so I'm here to congratulate you." Fang Minghua explained with a smile, then looked at the book on his desk and asked.

"Are you here to help translate the traditional Chinese version into simplified Chinese?"

"Yes, my task is to translate and proofread. I do the original work." Lao Jin said and handed the book to Fang Minghua.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes"

"Very good, this is your strength." Fang Minghua praised.

"That's right." Lao Jin replied, feeling a little shy suddenly. He hesitated and said, "It's my business here. Chief Editor Fang, please stay away from work."

I am a dignified editor of "Yanhe" magazine. After retirement, my "late life" is not guaranteed, so I went to a private company to earn extra money. If it was reported to the company, what would my colleagues think?

"I understand, I understand, don't worry, I will never talk nonsense." Fang Minghua promised.

"Actually, Lao Jin, I don't think it's a big deal. If you don't rob or steal, you make money based on your own ability. What's there to be ashamed of?!"

"Haha, Editor-in-Chief Fang thinks so too? Then I'll be relieved."

The two chatted for a few more words, and then Fang Minghua left the office. Song Tangtang walked around with her and returned to her office.

"I heard from the Red Army that Lao Jin's family is in a difficult situation. His wife is sick, his son has no job and doesn't study well. He works outside all day long, so he came to work part-time because he couldn't come."

"Hey" Fang Minghua sighed slightly after hearing this.

"How much salary do you pay him every month?"

"70 yuan."

Fang Minghua nodded after hearing this.

For a part-time job, this salary is not low, but not high either.

This year (1985) the country made a major adjustment to employee wages nationwide, and Fang Minghua's salary soared from 86 yuan to 112 yuan.

Of course, along with it came rising prices. Pork rose from RMB 1.8 to 2.2 per catty, and Moutai rose from 8 RMB to 12 RMB.

The Guoguang apples that Song Tangtang often eats have increased from 65 cents per catty to 1 yuan per catty.

The era of inflation has begun.

"The company now has a total of 14 people including Red Army and me. In addition to the few you saw just now, there are 6 people who are in sales and are responsible for contacting Xinhua Bookstores in various places." Song Tangtang explained.

"The Red Army did the right thing. At this stage, the company has little technical content, and sales are the top priority." Fang Minghua warned: "Tangtang, you must control financial costs, especially travel expenses. You must strictly abide by the system you have established. "

I have been working in a magazine for the past four or five years, and I am deeply aware of the tricky aspects of employee business trips.

"OK, I see."

‘By the way, look at this, this is from my aunt. ’ Song Tangtang suddenly remembered something, took out a newspaper from the drawer and handed it to Fang Minghua. The girl looked excited: “I haven’t had time to show it to Brother Red Army yet.”

Fang Minghua took it and saw that it was an old Shenzhen Daily.

There was also a smile on his face.

While the two were chatting, the office door was pushed open and Zhao Hongjun walked in.