Back to 80: My Literary Life

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Ma Zhiyao said again:

"Xianliang, I told you that Zhenbeibao is now a broken city wall with some shabby props left over from filming. What's that? I'm a straight-talking person, and I think that stuff is just a lie."

"Xianliang, I'm thinking about you. You are now the chairman of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Chairman of the Writers Association. Don't let this damage your reputation."

Zhang Xianliang's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed.

Ma Hongying next to him defended Zhang Xianliang: "I think Chairman Zhang's idea is very good. Zhenbeibao is an ancient castle with a cultural history, and it has the unique ruggedness and desolation of our Northwest. Isn't there a film crew coming here to shoot a movie? If we renovate it again, we will definitely attract more film crews to come and shoot!"

"If someone comes, we can do some catering and tourism! Isn't this a good idea?" Seeing Ma Hongying talking freely.

Fang Minghua secretly praised in her heart.

This woman has good knowledge.

I just don't know if she thought of it herself or Zhang Xianliang told her?

But Ma Zhiyao looked at him with contempt after hearing this.

"You know nothing!"

This sentence made Ma Hongying feel ashamed and annoyed, but she dared not speak out.

Although she is the director of the personnel department and seems to have great power, she was just promoted last year and has not yet sat firmly. Ma Zhiyao is from the Writers Association, and they don't care about her at all.

More importantly, Ma Zhiyao and Zhang Xianliang have been friends for many years!

However, Ma Zhiyao's words were too harsh, and Zhang Xianliang couldn't stand it, so he persuaded: "Old Ma, Hongying is a female comrade after all, let's talk more civilized."

"Okay, I am just like this, I have something to do at home, Chairman Fang, I'm sorry, I'll leave first."

After saying that, Ma Zhiyao and Zhang Xianliang left without saying goodbye.

After a while, Zhang Xianliang also explained to Fang Minghua with a bitter smile: "Minghua, Lao Ma is just like this, don't mind it."

"It's okay, it's okay, I understand, I understand."

"Hongying, you give Chairman Fang a glass of wine on behalf of Lao Ma. Leaving the table early means that you have to drink three glasses of wine as a punishment here!"

Ma Hongying seemed a little reluctant, but still stood up and poured a glass of wine for Fang Minghua, and drank three glasses herself.

At this time, Zhang Xianliang sighed and said: "Minghua, Ma Zhiyao and I have been friends for many years. We have a good relationship at ordinary times, but we have quarreled several times just because of building this film and television city. He firmly disagrees with me doing this."

"He said that the quality of our Chinese people is very low, and I don't need to build a film and television city to deceive everyone. In fact, I don't want to deceive at all. I really want to do it well. Let's not talk about comparing it with Hollywood. It's good enough to have the Paramount Pictures' wasteland location shooting film and television base that we have seen."

"Writer Ma's idea is a bit one-sided. I think it is still promising." Fang Minghua expressed his opinion.

"Chairman Fang, do you also support Chairman Zhang in building a film and television city?" Ma Hongying interrupted.

"More than support?" Zhang Xianliang laughed: "When we discussed this issue in Los Angeles, Minghua said he was ready to invest, right Minghua?"

Fang Minghua smiled and nodded.

"That's great!" Ma Hongying was surprised and happy: "Now what we lack is funds!"

You?

Fang Minghua heard something else in this.

Zhang Xianliang is a very shrewd man. He soon found that Fang Minghua's expression was strange and explained with a smile.

It turned out that Zhang Xianliang wanted to build a western film and television city, but it was still very difficult for him to do it alone. He planned to use the power of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles to open a company in the name of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, so that the resistance would be much smaller.

Now the higher-ups are calling on all units to generate income? I am justified.

There is another factor here: Zhenbeibao is a local municipal cultural relic protection unit at this time! How easy is it to develop in a cultural relic protection area?

Even though you, Zhang Xianliang, are a celebrity in Ningxia, it won't work!

"We held several meetings within the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Some people were against it, and some people were on the sidelines and did not express their opinions, but Hongying was very supportive of my idea." Zhang Xianliang finally said.

So that's it!

Zhang Xianliang asked Ma Hongying to come for dinner, not just to drink.

"How about this, let's go to Zhenbeibao tomorrow to have a look, and then discuss how to cooperate?" Fang Minghua expressed his opinion.

"Okay, we will pick you up at the hotel at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

After eating and drinking, Zhang Xianliang originally arranged to go dancing, but Fang Minghua declined the invitation because Zhao Hongjun drank too much and needed to be taken care of.

Drinking is fine, but dancing is not.

Zhang Xianliang used their Federation of Literary and Art Circles' Santana to send the two back to the hotel and left. Fang Minghua moved Zhao Hongjun to the bed and made a cup of tea for himself. After a while, the guy woke up.

"How did you get to the hotel?"

"Nonsense! Of course I have to come back after eating."

"Fuck! I'm still hungry, and I drank this crappy wine."

"Who told you to drink too much? I'll call the front desk. I see there's nothing to eat in the hotel. Otherwise, I'll go out and buy it for you."

Fang Minghua picked up the room phone and called the front desk. After explaining the situation, not long after, the waiter brought a bowl of mutton noodles. Zhao Hongjun got off the bed and ate it up voraciously.

"Hongjun, you drank too much today. You didn't hear the rest. Let me tell you." Fang Minghua told him what happened later, of course without mentioning Ma Zhiyao's outburst.

After listening, Zhao Hongjun put down his chopsticks and looked at Fang Minghua: "What do you think?"

"I think this project is good. Zhang Xianliang opened a company in the name of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles to prepare for investment. I want to use the name of Shengshi Film and Television. Either I will personally invest and borrow the name of Shengshi Film and Television, or the company will invest directly. What do you think?"

Zhao Hongjun replied without hesitation: "Of course it is direct investment from the company! I have said that if we have money, we two brothers will make it together!"

"This is a long-term investment, and it won't be easy to see benefits for a while, so you have to think about it carefully." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"The long-term is the long-term, I can't wait! Isn't our Shengshi Film and Television going to enter the film and television industry? Invest in some film and television dramas, and move all the suitable ones to Zhenbeibao for filming. This is killing two birds with one stone!"

"Okay, then it's settled." Fang Minghua nodded.

"How much money do I need to invest?" Zhao Hongjun is concerned about this issue.

"We haven't said anything yet. We'll talk about it after we inspect it on site tomorrow. It's just a broken-down city. It won't cost much at first."

"Okay, let's go take a look tomorrow."

Seeing that Zhao Hongjun was fine after sobering up, Fang Minghua went back to his room, took a shower and lay on the bed to sleep comfortably.

After breakfast the next morning, Zhang Xianliang took Santana to the hotel and took Ma Hongying with him.