Back to 80: My Literary Life

Tian Yanning was stunned: "Editor Fang, do you think so too?!"

Fang Minghua did not answer directly. He raised his glass and touched it with the other party before saying:

"Last year, I followed the Chinese Writers Association delegation and went to Hong Kong twice to attend the founding ceremonies of the Hong Kong Writers Association, the Hong Kong Writers Association and the Hong Kong Writers Association. Do you know who the Hong Kong Writers Association is? Jin Yong, Ni Kuang, Yi Shu, Wen Ruian, Zhang Junmo, Shen Xicheng mostly writes popular novels. Who is the president? Ni Kuang! He writes martial arts and science fiction!"

"You can write martial arts and science fiction and still be the president of the association?!" Tian Yanning felt incredible.

"The nature of their Writers' Association is different from our Mainland Writers' Association. It is a purely non-governmental organization." Fang Minghua explained with a smile.

The "Hong Kong Writers Association" is a group of writers who are engaged in serious literature, such as Liu Yichang, Zeng Minzhi, Pan Yueming, etc. This shows that in the Xiangjiang area, the status of popular novel writers is not lower than that of writers engaged in serious literature. As for income , the latter is much higher than the former. "

This is true.

Tian Yanning nodded after hearing this.

"To tell you the truth, I will write a martial arts novel." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"You? Write martial arts?" Tian Yanning was simply unbelievable.

"I can prove this." At this time, Zhao Hongjun intervened: "The novel written by Fang Zhu is called "The Fighting Swordsman in the Snow", and the first and second parts have been published by us."

"Did you write that book?! No wonder it is so popular. The content is novel and the momentum is magnificent. It is not inferior to Jin Yong and Liang Yusheng at all."

"Where." Fang Minghua was very modest: "When I was in Hong Kong, there was a martial arts writer in Hong Kong who looked down on us mainlanders, saying that he could only pirate Jin Yongxin, cologne, and shoddy production. I couldn't be more angry, so I wrote a book. "

"Haha, okay." Tian Yanning laughed: Our mainland's popular literature has just started, and it will definitely surpass Hong Kong and Taiwan in the future. How many people do they have in total? "

"Serious literature is equivalent to Yangchun Baixue, and popular literature is equivalent to Lower Riba people. The people need both Yangchun Baixue and Lower Riba people. Therefore, Writer Tian, ​​you don't need to have any ideological baggage. As long as you don't write anything that violates the relevant laws and regulations of the country, and make money openly, No shame.”

Fang Minghua's last words touched Tian Yanning's heart.

Yes, I don’t steal or rob, and I don’t write pornographic and reactionary things. What’s there to be ashamed of? !

Is face more important, or life?

Thinking of this, Tian Yanning picked up the wine glass: "Editor Fang, let me toast you!"

"You're welcome, let's do it!"

After dinner, Fang Minghua refused to let Zhao Hongjun see him off and asked him to take Tian Yanning back to the hotel. He took a taxi himself. Standing at the door of Xijing Restaurant, he waved his hand and a Japanese Duke parked in front of Fang Minghua.

That’s right, imported Japanese Duke!

It turns out that in 1985, in response to the call to "enhance the city's image", the Xijing Municipal Government introduced a batch of Nissan Duke sedans as taxis. The price of a Duke car is as high as 600,000-700,000 yuan!

How arrogant.

Of course, taxi prices are also very expensive, with a starting price of 5 yuan and a price of 1.2 yuan per kilometer!

They usually solicit customers near train stations, hotels, and hotels.

There are also cheap ones, such as a motorcycle three-wheeler with a canvas tent, which the locals call Sibaniu, and Audi’s brother Alto.

Of course, it doesn't matter where Fang Minghua sits, he can sit wherever he can.

Fang Minghua did not go back to Xingfu Community, but went directly back to his parents. After drinking today, he naturally couldn't code, let alone read the book "Female Stars to Female Prisoners".

When I got home, my mother was watching TV, watching the popular "Dream of Red Mansions". My father was not at home, so he watched people playing chess downstairs without asking.

My sister Fang Mingli is not at home either, and her mother works overtime at night.

Fang Minghua suspected that he went to watch a movie with Liu Jianjun.

"Where's Tangtang?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Put Lele to sleep."

Fang Minghua tiptoed into the bedroom and saw that his son had fallen asleep and Song Tangtang was leaning on the bed and reading the manuscript "Female Stars to Female Prisoners".

When he saw Fang Minghua coming back, he smelled the smell of alcohol, frowned slightly, and signaled him to brush his teeth and wash up quickly.

Fang Minghua didn't say anything. He left the bedroom, went to the bathroom to wash up, then returned to the bedroom, put on his pajamas and lay next to his wife.

"Minghua, why do you want the Red Army to publish this kind of book?" Song Tangtang whispered.

"how?"

"I think it's a little too tacky!"

Fang Minghua didn't defend himself, but just told him what he knew about Tian Yanning's situation after drinking today.

"Tangtang, the literary world is no longer the same as it was in the early 1980s. Competition between magazines and writers is fierce. Writers like Tian Yanning cannot support themselves by publishing in serious literature alone. What should they do? Write about such popular topics Novels are definitely a good outlet.”

"You like to read Lu Xun and Shakespeare, and he likes to read Jin Yong and Qiong Yao. There is no conflict with each other. I grasp the serious literature of "Yanhe" with one hand, and the popular literature of Shengshi Books with the other. This is called holding both hands hard!"

"It's really yours." Song Tangtang was amused by Fang Minghua's words: "I didn't expect you to be so confident about this matter!"

"Okay. Let's not talk about it. Tangtang, how do you think about this book from a market perspective?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Well, regardless of its literary nature, this book is still good. The plot has twists and turns, is tense and exciting, and is very attractive to readers."

"That's fine. I won't read it either. Tell Zhao Hongjun tomorrow that this book will be published after the publication of "Female Housekeeper". You should also use the pen name Xue Mili to create the Xue Mili "Female Series" series! And the sooner it is published, the better. The paper can be a little worse. The unit price of the book must be reduced!" Seeing Song Tangtang staring at him in a daze, Fang Minghua smiled and said, "For this kind of fast-food novel, the potential readers are people with relatively low economic ability, such as students, rural youth, etc. Who will buy it if you set the price so high?" "You, Minghua, I think you are less and less like a great writer, and more and more like a businessman!" "This is called talking business! Of course, if you want to talk to me about Shakespeare, I am willing to do it." "Okay, okay, I was wrong. You are still a great writer. I won't say anything. I want to read a book." Song Tangtang put down the manuscript and picked up a New Concept English to read in a low voice. "You learn English?" Fang Minghua was surprised. "Well, Lili knows so many foreign languages. Can I learn one? Maybe I can use it in the future."

She is indeed a daughter-in-law who loves to study.

"Okay, you study. I'm going to sleep." Fang Minghua kissed her sleeping son and fell asleep quickly under the influence of alcohol.

The next day, after Song Tangtang went to work, he told Zhao Hongjun about Fang Minghua's idea. After signing the contract, Zhao Hongjun immediately gave a death order to Lao Jin, the head of the company's editorial department, to proofread it as quickly as possible. One month later, this "Female Housekeeper" will meet readers!