Back to 80: My Literary Life

"How is it? Your company is filming this one." Fang Minghua stared at the TV and asked casually.

"But I always felt that this novel was not very exciting." Song Tangtang frowned.

Song Tangtang originally planned to film Fang Minghua's book "Crossing Guandong", but Fang Minghua told him that she wanted to film this one.

Before the Spring Festival, Fang Minghua got the book and immediately asked Song Tangtang to contact the publisher of the book - China Federation of Literary and Art Circles Press, and then found the author of the book Cao Guilin who opened a company in the United States through the publisher.

Fang Minghua called Sun Lizhe who was far away in the United States and asked him to help negotiate with Cao Guilin and buy the TV adaptation rights of this book on behalf of Shengshi Film and Television.

Everything went smoothly.

Now hearing his wife say this again, Fang Minghua smiled and said, "The story is not very exciting. After all, the other party is just an amateur author, but you have to deny that this subject is very novel to the domestic people, and they also want to read it."

"Everyone wants to go abroad. Even if you don't have money or ability to go abroad, it's good to see the lives of compatriots who go abroad."

"But the description in the book is quite miserable." Song Tangtang added.

"Didn't the author say at the beginning that if you "If you love someone, send him to New York, because it is heaven; if you hate someone, send him to New York, because it is hell." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

Seeing Song Tangtang hesitate, Fang Minghua added, "If you don't want to shoot, maybe Zheng Xiaolong and others want to shoot."

"How do you know?"

"Guess." "Fang Minghua answered slowly.

"Minghua, I heard something. Wang Shuo, Ma Weidu, Feng Xiaogang and others set up a "Seahorse Studio" in Yanjing. "The Story of the Editorial Department" is their work. I heard that there are friends you know among the members." Song Tangtang suddenly said.

"Mo Yan, Liu Zhenyun, Hai Yan, Su Tong, Tie Sheng?" Fang Minghua smiled faintly.

"Ah? Brother Shi also participated? I don't know about this."

"It's okay, don't worry, their studio won't last long."

"Why?"

"Everyone is an elite, a dragon and phoenix among men, who can control them? Just him, Wang Shuo? "Fang Minghua laughed.

Today, these people came to room 1154 of Jingdong Huadu Hotel where they often gather. Wang Shuo, Liu Yiran, Wu Bin, Wei Ren, Su Lei, Ma Weidu, Ge Xiaogang, Mo Yan, Zhu Xiaoping, Liu Heng, Liu Zhenyun, Hai Yan, Su Tong, all present.

Feng Xiaogang told Wang Shuo about the discussion in Zheng Xiaolong's office that day.

At this time, Wang Shuo was no longer the young man he used to be. He had a short flat head, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a "Hua Zai" in his hand, looking like a big boss.

Listening to Feng Xiaogang's long-winded narration, he was a little impatient.

In fact, Zheng Xiaolong had already called him to tell him everything.

What he was thinking now was:

Yo hey

Zheng Xiaolong Long and Fang Minghua are at odds?

He now knows clearly that Fang Minghua is the actual controller of Shengshi Group.

If there is no Fang Minghua, Shengshi Film and Television and Shengshi Books are nothing!

Interesting.

He loves and hates Fang Minghua.

The two have a relationship and are considered friends. Fang Minghua helped him at the beginning, and he is very grateful.

However, in his heart, there was an inexplicable hostility from the beginning, and even he himself could not explain why.

After finally listening to Feng Xiaogang, Wang Shuo took a puff of cigarette and said:

"Everyone knows the whole story. Shengshi Film and Television is aggressive, so Xiaolong asked our studio to come up with another script. Let's talk about your ideas. ”

Unlike usual gatherings where everyone was talking and laughing, today the room seemed unusually quiet.

Everyone finally understood.

Fuck

There are so many twists and turns in the story!

Mo Yan, Su Tong, and Liu Zhenyun were even more shocked. After all this time, they were competing with Fang Minghua.

The three of them looked at each other and exchanged glances.

The subtle expressions of the three of them did not escape Wang Shuo's eyes.

Wang Shuo took another puff of cigarette and said slowly: "In fact, everyone knows that the general manager of Shengshi Film and Television, Song Tangtang, is married to Fang Minghua. The scripts of the two TV series invested by Shengshi Film and Television were all written by Fang Minghua. Fang Minghua is the soul of Shengshi Film and Television and even Shengshi Group. "

"I know that several of you here, including me, are familiar with Fang Minghua. We can be considered friends, and we have all received more or less guidance from him in literature. I don't deny this. ”

The room was still quiet, with only Wang Shuo's voice.

"But what I want to say is that friends are friends, and business is business. Our Seahorse Studio was established to make some profits for the brothers present. Now Xiaolong's Yanjing Art Center and Shengshi Film and Television are in conflict. This time I will definitely help Xiaolong. As for this script, if you don't want to join, it's up to you. "

Some people immediately expressed their willingness to continue working with Wang Shuo, and of course there were still some who remained silent.

Wang Shuo took a look, and it was still Mo Yan, Su Tong, and Liu Zhenyun.

But he didn't say much, but smiled and said: "Today's discussion ends here. Let's go to Weidu Seahorse Dance Hall to dance in the evening. I'll treat you."

Ma Weidu, who was sitting next to him, smiled bitterly.

You treat me?

Master Shuo, when have you ever paid?

In the evening, the Seahorse Dance Hall on East Fourth Street was still full, and most of the people from the Seahorse Studio arrived as scheduled.

Only three people didn't go.

Mo Yan, Su Tong, Liu Zhenyun.

Fang Minghua, who was in Xijing, naturally didn't know these details. Now he was busy again.

The book "Twilight" hadn't been finished yet, and now he had to write the script for "Yenjing People in New York".

Zhang Yimou would definitely not shoot again. His heart was on the big screen. I heard that he was planning a new movie recently.

As for who to shoot, Song Tangtang hadn't decided yet. Let's wait until the script is written.

It was early spring now. Fang Minghua was sitting in the study, looking at the weeping willow outside the window. It had sprouted tender buds. It was bright and beautiful outside.

He still had to work hard on writing.

Try to finish "Twilight" this week, take a few days off, and then start writing the script for "Yenjing People in New York".

At this moment, the landline phone on the desk rang, and Fang Minghua picked up the receiver.

Since moving to this small courtyard, it is inconvenient to answer the phone upstairs and downstairs, so Fang Minghua asked the people from the post office to help connect the extension so that he doesn't have to run downstairs to answer the phone.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Minghua, this is Yimou."

"Yimou, why aren't you busy? I heard that you are planning to shoot a new movie recently?"

"Yes, are you free now? I want to come to your house to discuss something with you, that is, about my new movie."

"If you are free, come."

About half an hour later, Fang Minghua heard a knock on the door outside the yard. Fang Minghua went downstairs to open the door, and saw a thin man standing outside the door, who was Zhang Yimou.

Fang Minghua invited him into the living room, poured him a cup of tea, and then sat on the sofa and asked: "Yimou, what's going on with your new movie?"

"I've taken a fancy to a novel and want you to help adapt it into a script." Zhang Yimou took out a magazine from his briefcase, which turned out to be "Yanhe".

He turned to the first few pages and handed it to Fang Minghua: "This is the novel."

Fang Minghua took it and took a look.

Su Tong's "Wives and Concubines"!