Chapter 410: Dinner

Fang Minghua watched quietly.

It suddenly occurred to him that he didn't know if the girl named Dai Jiali Yanjing whom he saw on the pier was also here?

I wish I wasn't there.

"Let's go." Fang Ming said.

"They are all college students, the proud sons of heaven." Zhao Hongjun stared at everything blankly with a cigarette in his mouth.

Suddenly he spit out the butt of his cigarette with a "poof" sound and cursed:

"Fuck! In Xijing, the company wanted to recruit a college student, but the salary and conditions were so good but no one came. But here, there are so many college students that no one wants them!"

Fang Minghua smiled faintly after hearing this: "Now go and ask those college students if they would like to go to Xijing with you, but no one will go."

Zhao Hongjun sighed and said nothing more.

On Tuesday, news finally came from Ye Weilin. Hong Shouxiang from the publishing house finished his meeting and rushed back to Haikou from Huacheng. After listening to Su Bin's words, he was very interested in this method of cooperation.

"That's great!" Zhao Hongjun said to Ye Weilin on the phone: "Tonight I'm treating you to a treat, which is a way to give President Ye a clean break! The location is Wanghai Tower, and the time is 6:30. Please keep Minghua company with you. By the way, there’s also your fellow villager Su Bin!”

Ye Wei Linye did not refuse, he agreed with a smile, and said on the phone: "Manager Zhao, a fellow countryman of mine has just arrived in Haikou from Changsha. He is also a writer. He admires Editor Fang very much and wants to meet him. Why don't we also send him to Haikou tonight?" He called."

"No problem, I like to associate with writers the most." Zhao Hongjun readily agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Hongjun told Fang Minghua next to him about the treat. When Fang Minghua heard that Ye Weilin had brought a writer from Hunan Province, he asked curiously: "Who is it? What's his name?"

"Oops. I forgot to ask for his name." Zhao Hongjun said: "Whoever he is, if there are more than one person, just add more chopsticks. We are not short of money!"

He looks like a rich man.

Sure enough, Zhao Hongjun immediately called the hotel front desk and asked them to contact the hotel's restaurant manager to reserve the best private room and serve the best dishes!

"None of your Wanghailou's signature dishes is missing! Also, give me a whole box of Maotai! You are not allowed to buy fake Maotai. I am used to drinking Maotai. If you dare to buy fake Maotai, I know you, Mayor Li. Take this Go find him with fake wine and ask you to close the door immediately!”

"No, no, sir, our hotel is a foreign-related hotel, specially designed to receive foreign guests, and we will never serve fake wine." The other party quickly explained on the phone.

"That's good, go ahead and place the order now, and then send the menu to room 808!"

"Okay, sir."

Zhao Hongjun hung up the phone and said to Fang Minghua who was sitting on the sofa: "Minghua, the wine table has been set and the guests will be seated. The rest is up to you."

"Look at me? You are the general manager. I'm just here to accompany you. Don't do it the other way around." Fang Minghua corrected.

"I can't drink. Everything at the wine table depends on you. Drink them all!"

Damn it!

"If I had known earlier, you would have hired that female secretary to bring her. I heard she can drink." Fang Minghua said.

"We didn't come here. We can only make our great writer a little secret for a while." Zhao Hongjun chuckled.

At 6:20 in the evening, the two of them arrived at the private room they had reserved. It was luxuriously decorated and there were two beautiful waitresses in cheongsam.

The cheongsam was spread open, almost reaching her waist.

Don't tell me, the South is just a trap.

Look at Xijing.

Whether it is Xijing Restaurant or the Golden Flower Hotel which has only been open for a few years, they are still wearing white shirts and red skirts, which are as earthy as they are earthy.

"Minghua, I'll go to the lobby to greet you." Zhao Hongjun turned around and walked out the door.

Fang Minghua did not move, casually sitting on the sofa next to him and drinking tea leisurely.

Everything about Wanghailou is good, but the tea is really not that good.

Not long after, he heard footsteps outside the door. Fang Minghua motioned to the waitress to open the door. Several people walked in. Walking in the front was a middle-aged man in his early forties. He was dark and thin. Behind him Zhao Hongjun followed closely.

It should be Hong Shouxiang, the president of Hainan Publishing House.

"Hello, President Hong." Fang Minghua smiled and extended his right hand.

"Hello, Editor Fang." Hong Shouxiang smiled and shook hands: "I have heard of your name for a long time, and I saw you today. You are indeed young and promising."

"No way, you are too polite."

Following Zhao Hongjun was Ye Weilin, who already knew each other so there was no need to be too polite. Following closely behind was a young man who looked to be less than thirty years old.

"This is Su Bin, deputy director of our editorial office. He once served as deputy director of the editorial office of the Hunan People's Publishing House and is a go-getter of our publishing house!" Hong Shouxiang introduced with a smile.

"Hello, Editor Fang." Su Bin held Fang Minghua's hand.

"Hello, Director Su, please sit inside." Fang Minghua replied.

Su Bin looks like an unattractive person and is not very familiar to most people, but he is the chief producer of the famous TV series "Yongzheng Dynasty"!

It was he who bought the rights to adapt this novel from Yue Hehe, raised funds, and finally put it on the screen, which eventually became a hit.

In the 1990s, a strange book was written by Negroponte, a professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in the United States: "Digital Survival", which he also urged to introduce when he was the deputy editor-in-chief of Hainan Publishing House, and it became very popular.

It can be seen that he has a keen eye for pearls.

And that set of "Dragon Ball".

After the two shook hands, walking at the end was a man who looked very gentle and elegant, wearing glasses.

"Hello, Editor Fang, I am Han Shaogong." The man introduced himself.

Han Shaogong? !

This is a great man.

In 1985, he wrote a novella "Dad Dad" and since then he has raised the banner of "root-seeking literature", dedicated to the exploration of traditional consciousness and national cultural psychology.

From this perspective, Mo Yan's novels also belong to the category of "root-seeking literature".

Why did he come to Hainan?

Fang Minghua was a little confused.

That's right!

This guy resigned and came to Hainan, becoming one of the thousands of people who ventured into the sea. It seems that he also started a very awesome magazine in Hainan.

But Fang Minghua forgot the name of the magazine.

Of course, these thoughts in his mind were also fleeting. Fang Minghua immediately shook the other party's hand enthusiastically: "Hello, writer Han! I have heard of your name for a long time, but I didn't expect to see you here."

"Haha, I didn't expect that Hainan is really a hot land that attracts us all." Han Shaogong said.

Everyone laughed when they heard it.

Actually, it is true when you think about it.

The six people who came to eat today, except Hong Shouxiang who is local, Fang Minghua and the other two are in Qin Province, and Han Shaogong and the other three are all from Xiang Province!

Everyone sat down. Ye Weilin and Hong Shouxiang were both older, so they were surrounded by everyone and sat at the top. Fang Minghua and Zhao Hongjun sat on both sides, while Su Bin and Han Shaogong sat at the bottom.

When everyone was together, the feast began.

The dishes at Wanghailou were indeed good. Coconut soup, vegetarian vegetable pot, and roasted fish maw were all representatives of Hainan Qiong cuisine. They were fresh and refreshing, with moderate sourness and spiciness.

Of course, they couldn't forget to drink.

Hong Shouxiang had been a soldier and a screenwriter, so he could drink quite well. The three people from Hunan Province could drink even more. It didn't take long before they finished two bottles of Moutai.

The waitress opened the third bottle and was about to pour the wine, but Zhao Hongjun took the bottle. Of course, he did not forget his business. He personally filled Hong Shouxiang's glass with wine and asked, "President Hong, what do you think about the matter I mentioned?"

Hong Shouxiang was so drunk that his face flushed: "President Zhao, your idea is very good, I agree! It's a win-win situation. As for how we can cooperate specifically, we can talk about it later, but I have a suggestion for you."

"What suggestion?"

"Why not just move your company to our Hainan!"