Back to 80: My Literary Life

"You want them all?!" Director Wang was shocked when he heard this.

330,000

Not three thousand three or thirty-three thousand, but a full three hundred and thirty thousand!

"Director Wang, the Chinese American didn't pay the deposit, and you didn't sign any agreement. If you sell it to me, it doesn't count as a loss of credit, right?"

"Besides, if you sell it to him, these calligraphy and paintings will definitely flow to the United States and even all over the world. After all, this is our country's art. You might as well sell it to me and I will treasure it." Fang Minghua followed suit.

Director Wang looked at him blankly, and then said after a while: "Editor Fang, what you said is actually nothing. The question is, can you come up with so much money? We have to pay it all in one lump sum!"

Oh. So that’s what I was worried about.

Fang Minghua suddenly felt relieved. He stood up and pointed at the landline phone on his desk and asked, "Director Wang, can this phone of yours be used for long distance calls?"

"Can."

Fang Minghua walked over and picked up the phone and dialed a phone number.

"Tangtang, it's me, Minghua." Fang Minghua said into the microphone: "I'm at the National History Museum in Yanjing now. I want to buy a batch of calligraphy and paintings. I need 330,000 yuan. Please take out the money from my book immediately and transfer it. , cash or transfer? I’ll ask later.”

After speaking, Fang Minghua turned around and asked Director Wang.

"Director Wang, do you want cash or transfer?"

“Transfers and remittances are a bit slow but okay.”

In the 1980s, long-distance transfers were unlike later generations. They were extremely slow and took at least a week to arrive. Sometimes they were not as fast as cash transactions.

After hearing this, Fang Minghua said a few words into the phone, then put down the phone and said with a smile.

"Director Wang, let me give you cash. I'll arrive the day after tomorrow at the latest. I'll come and trade with you then." After saying that, Fang Minghua stood up and stretched out his right hand.

"goodbye!"

"goodbye"

When Fang Minghua left, Director Wang woke up from a dream.

Is this true or false?

No matter so much.

Let’s talk about it when the money comes, anyway, I don’t let the rabbit fly before I see it!

Fang Minghua came out of the museum without wandering around. He piled on the bus and went straight to the General Political Courtyard and stayed at Song Tangtang's grandfather's house.

Grandma and grandpa were extremely happy when their grandson-to-be arrived. Fang Minghua didn't run around this time. He just stayed in the General Political Courtyard and danced with his grandpa.

At noon on the third day, Fang Minghua was watering the flowers in the yard with a kettle when he saw a jeep with military plates driving to the entrance of the small courtyard. A man and a woman in military uniforms jumped out of the car. Carrying a large travel bag.

It turned out to be Song Tangtang and her brother Song Yuemin!

Looks dusty.

"Brother Tangtang Yuemin, why are you here?" Fang Minghua hurriedly approached and asked.

"You asked my sister to come to Yanjing alone with hundreds of thousands of cash, so you feel relieved." Song Yuemin said.

"I didn't say let the Red Army help."

"He? He's busier than his father now!"

Just as he was talking, grandma and grandpa came out of the house and saw their grandchildren coming. They were surprised and happy, and quickly let them in.

"Yuemin, do you have a mission in Beijing?" Grandpa asked with concern.

"Yes, it's an important task." After saying that, he glanced at Fang Minghua who was sitting aside.

"I understand, I won't ask anymore." Grandpa laughed.

Grandma asked Zhang Luo to cook for the two of them, but Song Yuemin said that he had already eaten and now we were going out to do something with Fang Minghua.

"What on earth is going on? They are all mysterious."

"It's nothing serious. Brother Yuemin said that he is free now and would take me and Tangtang to meet a friend." Fang Minghua said quickly.

"Oh, then go and come back quickly. Come back for dinner in the evening." Grandma greeted.

The three of them got in the car again. The jeep slowly left the compound and immediately drove towards Tiananmen Square. Fang Minghua was sitting in the front passenger seat. Through the rearview mirror of the car window, he was surprised to find that there was a car with the same car behind the jeep. A liberation truck with a military license plate number!

"Brother Yuemin, did you bring this?" Fang Minghua asked in surprise.

"Of course. Your 9,000 paintings and calligraphy will probably need to be packed in several large boxes, right? How can they fit in a jeep?" Song Yuemin replied, turning his head and looking at him again:

"Minghua, did you use all the money you spent to marry my sister to buy calligraphy and paintings?!"

"Brother," Song Tangtang, who was sitting in the back row, muttered.

Fang Minghua laughed after hearing this: "Brother Yuemin, look at what you said. Don't worry, I will definitely marry Tangtang back home!"

"I'm kidding you. I know you're not only good at writing articles, but you're also good at doing business. Did you make a fortune this time by investing in the Red Army's company?"

"Hey, it's a joke, it's a joke."

"I Ming Hua, is it worth your huge sum of money to buy these calligraphy and paintings?!" As he spoke, Song Yuemin's tone became serious.

"It's worth it!" Fang Minghua's voice was crisp.

"A large number of old artists such as Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, and Li Kuchan have works that are of high artistic value and should be collected. Besides, these people have passed away, so their works will definitely appreciate in value."

"Then you won't buy so much at once?" Song Yuemin argued.

"I am Han Xin's commander. The more the merrier, and it is better to have them in my hands than to lose them overseas, right?"

"According to what you said, are you contributing to national cultural relics?"

"I really think so."

"Tsk" Song Yuemin said nothing more.

He knew his soon-to-be brother-in-law too well.

People outside think that he is a great writer and talented, but in fact he knows that sometimes he is smarter than a businessman.

The two vehicles arrived at the entrance of the museum quickly. Song Yuemin asked the three soldiers in the truck to wait outside. He and his sister followed Fang Minghua in with their big travel bags.

Director Wang of the museum was studying a copybook with a magnifying glass in his office when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Fang Minghua walking in with a smile on his face, followed by two officers, one man and one woman in military uniforms!

I saw the male officer put the travel bag on his desk, unzipped it, and found bundles of "Great Unity" inside.

"Director Wang, the money has arrived. It's 330,000 yuan. You can find someone to clarify."

Seeing Director Wang's surprised look, Fang Minghua explained with a smile; "Director Wang, this is my partner, and this is my partner's brother. Don't worry, this money is all mine. Basically it is royalties or money spent in Xiangjiang." And the royalties from publishing in Japan, there’s absolutely no problem with the source.”

Seeing so much money, Director Wang no longer hesitated and immediately called the financial staff to come up and the two parties signed the purchase contract.

Naturally, it would be uncomfortable to have so much money, so Fang Minghua suggested that he could directly go to the bank and deposit it into the other party's account.

"I'll follow you to the bank." Song Yuemin said.

"Tangtang, the two of us are following Director Wang to see the paintings." Fang Minghua said.

The three of them split up. Fang Minghua followed Director Wang downstairs and entered a storage room. Sure enough, Fang Minghua saw two coffins placed inside!

After asking, I found out that the coffin was also a cultural relic and did not bury the dead. It was left by an official during the Guangxu period for himself after he retired and returned to his hometown. However, in the end it was not used for some unknown reason.

Counting more than 8,000 calligraphy and paintings also takes time. It took a full two hours to complete the count. Song Tangtang immediately called the soldiers guarding the door to come in, put the tied paintings into four large military boxes that had been prepared, and carried them out to put them away. On the truck.

In the end, the three of them drove away, leaving Director Wang standing at the entrance of the museum in a daze.