Back to 80: My Literary Life

From Jingtai xian, we took National Highway 338 to reach Zhongwei in Ning Province. Fang Minghua and the others stayed one night. They ate a bowl of local jujube cakes early the next morning and continued on their way. They finally reached their destination near noon. Block the pearl - Yinchuan.

"Find a place to sit down first, and then go find Zhang Xianliang."

Fang Minghua drove the car and asked the local people before finally staying at the Helan Mountain Hotel. At noon, he ate a bowl of mutton noodles in the hotel and had a good sleep before calling Zhang Xianliang and calling his office directly.

At this time, Zhang Xianliang was already the chairman of the Autonomous Region Federation of Literary and Art Circles and concurrently the chairman of the Writers Association.

"Chairman Zhang, it's me, Fang Minghua." Fang Minghua said.

"Oh, brother Minghua, long time no see. Why do you have time to call me today?"

"Haha, I am unemployed now and traveling around. Now I am staying at your Helan Mountain Hotel in Yinchuan."

"Come to Yinchuan for a visit? Okay, which room? Wait, I'll come right away."

Half an hour later, Fang Minghua heard a knock on the door, and it was Zhang Xianliang who opened the door.

The two smiled and shook hands, and Fang Minghua introduced Zhao Hongjun: "This is my best friend, Zhao Hongjun, the general manager of Xijing Shengshi Book Publishing Company."

"Shengshi Books? That's the leader in the private publishing industry." Zhang Xianliang shook hands with Zhao Hongjun and smiled.

"Can't talk about it, can't talk about it."

Zhao Hongjun said he was very humble, but he was still very proud in his heart.

The three of them started chatting in the room, and Fang Minghua talked about how they went to the place where they had jumped in line in Gan Province, and then came to Yinchuan.

"I heard that you resigned as editor-in-chief of "Yanhe"?" Zhang Xianliang asked.

"It's not like resigning. My three-year appointment period has expired and I don't want to continue to hold the position. I might as well transfer my personnel relations to the Writers' Association and enjoy my leisure time - otherwise, why would I be able to come out and make such a big move?" Fang Minghua explained.

"You, you are so young, how come you are like me?" Zhang Xianliang said.

It turns out that just last year, Zhang Xianliang resigned from his position as editor-in-chief of "Shuofang" magazine due to his age and poor health.

"But that's fine, I'll take over from Chairman Hu Cai in two years." Zhang Xianliang said again.

Why do you say that?

Fang Minghua had no choice but to say that he was young and not qualified enough.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Xianliang said that there was still something going on at the work unit and that he had to go back and help the two of them in the evening.

The location is a very famous local place called Yingbin Building. The main dish is naturally the local specialty - hand-caught mutton. It also comes with special snacks such as deep-shou Dahongbao wolfberry seedlings and special jelly.

This time, Zhang Xianliang did not come alone, but also brought two cadres, a man and a woman.

"This is Ma Zhiyao, a professional writer from our Writers Association and a good friend of mine." Zhang Xianliang introduced, pointing to a thin man about fifty years old.

"Hello, Chairman Fang, I've heard of you for a long time." Ma Zhiyao took the initiative to shake hands.

"Hello, Writer Ma, I have read your novel "Master Arthur and His Family". It is very touching." Fang Minghua said.

Ma Zhiyao is a Hui nationality, and the novels he writes are full of rich Hui customs. His representative work is the novel "Master Arthur and His Family", which also won the National "Horse Award" for ethnic minority literature creation.

Of course he was happy when his work was praised by others. A smile appeared on Ma Zhiyao's face and he shook hands with Zhao Hongjun again.

Zhang Xianliang introduced another young woman who looked to be in her thirties and looked pretty with curly perm.

"This is Ma Hongying, the director of the Human Resources Department of our Federation of Literary and Art Circles. I specially asked her to come here today to accompany Chairman Fang and Mr. Zhao to drink. I know that Chairman Qin has a good drinker. Lao Ma and I are too old to drink with you. Compare that.”

Oops

Fang Minghua didn't expect Zhang Xianliang to come up with this move.

At the wine table, Ma Hongying was indeed a hero among girls, and she toasted frequently with Fang Minghua and the others. Poor Zhao Hongjun had a poor drinking capacity and fell unconscious on the table after just a few drinks. He failed to eat the fragrant mutton. A few mouthfuls.

Fang Minghua also secretly marveled that this woman's drinking capacity was extraordinary. This 52-degree "Old Yinchuan" was nearly one or two large cups, and one cup after another was like drinking boiled water.

Comparable to my Tangtang family.

Everyone chatted while eating.

"Minghua, are you still in contact with Miss Emily?" Zhang Xianliang asked suddenly, holding a cigarette in his hand.

"I'm still in contact. I went to the United States to meet her last year." Fang Minghua answered truthfully.

"Chairman Zhang, who is Emily?" Ma Hongying, who was sitting at the bottom, asked curiously.

"She is Minghua's confidante in the United States." Zhang Xianliang explained: "In 1985, Minghua and I went to Iowa to participate in the "International Writing Program" in the United States. Minghua met her, a very beautiful female college student. When they went out to play together, Minghua was inspired to write a novel called "The Bridge of Lost Dreams", which was very popular in the United States."

"Oh, that's it. Editor-in-chief Fang is young and talented. What girl wouldn't like him? Come on, congratulations on having a beautiful foreign confidante. I'll give you a toast!"

peat.

Is this to congratulate me or to ask me to have a drink in disguise?

Seeing the woman holding up the wine glass with a smile, Fang Minghua had no choice but to drink it too.

"Minghua, do you still remember that we went to the United States for a study tour, and finally visited the western town at the Agoura Paramount Ranch in Los Angeles?" Zhang Xianliang asked Fang Minghua while holding a piece of mutton.

"Of course I remember. After we arrived in Los Angeles, we acted alone. Tang Jiye, assistant to Welles, the president of Warner Bros. Pictures, led us to visit this small town under the Santa Monica Mountains."

Fang Minghua replied with a smile: "I remember very clearly that this town is actually the wasteland location filming base of Paramount Pictures. It has filmed movies such as "African Adventures", "Female Doctor" and "Witch Doctor" , very distinctive.”

"Haha, then tomorrow I will take you to visit our filming location in Yinchuan."

"You mean Zhenbei Fort, right?" Fang Minghua asked.

"That's where I am going to build a film and television base in the future. Minghua, I told you about this, do you still remember?"

"Of course I remember, when we were in Los Angeles. How are you doing now?" Fang Minghua asked with concern.

"It's being prepared. You're here. I just have something to discuss with you."

Fang Minghua remembers that when he was in Los Angeles, Zhang Xianliang saw this filming base owned by Paramount Pictures and became interested in building a similar place in Beipuo, Yinchuan Town. At that time, he asked Fang Minghua if he was interested in investing. Fang Minghua Of course he agreed immediately.

Now I hear Zhang Xianliang mentioning old things again, of course I have no objection.

This time I came to Yinchuan to find Zhang Xianliang, which was my original intention.

At this moment, Ma Zhitu, who had been hearing their chat, suddenly said: "Xianliang, what kind of film and television base do you really want to build?"