Chapter 601 Just Give Me the Royalties, and It’s up to You when to Publish It!
"Okay, are you at home? I'll be right over. I have nothing to do during this period and I almost brayed like a donkey!"
Zhang Yimou smiled.
Once you get to know someone, you can talk casually.
"Okay, I'll wait for you at home."
An hour later, the doorbell rang at the courtyard gate. Fang Minghua went over to open the door and saw Zhang Yimou standing alone at the door.
The first thing he said when he saw Fang Minghua was: "Where is the novel?"
"What's the hurry? Come in and talk."
The two entered the living room, and Fang Minghua handed the manuscript to each other.
"It hasn't been published yet?" Zhang Yimou was a little surprised.
"Yes, this was written by Yu Hua. He sent the manuscript to me and asked me to help him check it." Fang Minghua explained briefly.
Zhang Yimou said oh and looked seriously.
Fang Minghua did not disturb him and continued to drink tea leisurely.
The novel has about 130,000 words. For a whole afternoon, Zhang Yimou was immersed in the plot of the novel until Fang Mingyu invited him to dinner.
When he looked up, he saw Fang Minghua holding two large bowls of fragrant oil noodles.
"My wife was not at home, so I ordered two bowls of fried noodles to make do with something to eat." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
"Thank you. You're welcome. This is my favorite." Zhang Yimou put down the manuscript and picked up the large porcelain bowl.
"Would you like garlic?"
"If you want, give me two more petals."
The two of them chatted while eating.
"Yimou, what do you think?" Fang Minghua asked.
"I've almost finished reading it. It's quite well written. I want to make it into a movie." Zhang Yimou was a little excited.
"Minghua, I have to trouble you to adapt it into a script."
"No problem." Fang Minghua agreed and said with a smile, "If you don't tell me, I still want to take the initiative to write it to you."
"Thank you, how do I contact this Yu Hua? How do I find him?" Zhang Yimou asked again.
"The envelope only said that he lived near Tuanjie Lake in Yanjing, and there was no specific address." Fang Minghua pondered for a moment: "Well, I'll call my wife. She is in Yanjing now and ask her to go and find out."
"Well, I'll wait for your news."
After dinner, Zhang Yimou left after reading the end of the novel. Fang Minghua picked up the landline and dialed Big Brother Song Tangtang.
Song Tangtang originally thought that Fang Minghua was asking about the preparations for "Westward Journey", but unexpectedly, Fang Minghua asked her to find out Yu Hua's address.
"Why are you looking for Yu Hua?"
"Yu Hua sent me a novel. It's well written. I want Zhang Yimou to make it into a movie." Fang Minghua briefly explained what happened today.
"Ah? Zhang Yimou is going to make a movie again? Do you think Shengshi Film and Television wants to invest?" Song Tangtang asked.
"I haven't said it yet."
"Oh, tell him quickly, we at Shengshi Film and Television must invest in the production!"
"Are you busy coming here? Wang Gongquan's "The Textile Girl", Stephen Chow and Liu Zhenwei's "Westward Journey", and now you have Zhang Yimou's new film. I'm afraid I'll tire you out."
"Not tired, not tired at all! Minghua, if you feel sorry for me, please finish this movie quickly!"
Oh my God
"Okay, but you haven't even read the novel yet."
"You saw it, wasn't it just me who saw it?"
"Okay then." Fang Minghua agreed.
"I'll go find Yu Hua tomorrow."
After dinner the next morning, Song Tangtang came out of the General Political Courtyard - she usually stayed at her grandpa's house when she returned to Yanjing, and drove straight to Tuanjie Lake.
At this time, Yu Hua was wandering around the Tuanjie Lake.
After writing the novel, I felt relaxed and wandered around when I had nothing to do.
There are many painters on the Tuanjie Lakeside. Those who paint oil paintings, Chinese paintings, Fauvism, Impressionism, and Futurism all paint their own paintings without disturbing each other.
He can't draw, but sometimes he likes to stand behind others and watch them draw.
Today I stood behind a young man with long hair and watched others draw, but I didn’t understand it.
This damn thing, what is it painting?
It's even harder to understand than Minghua's stream-of-consciousness novel.
Ten years ago, Fang Minghua wrote several stream-of-consciousness novels such as "The Sun Also Rises" and "Roadside Picnic", which made Yu Hua, who had just embarked on the literary path, have a big head.
Of course, after ten years, my literary skills, including my ability to appreciate them, have skyrocketed, and now I find those novels less difficult to understand.
And it's fun.
Could it be that this young man’s words also hold true?
Yu Hua had his hands in his trouser pockets and was thinking wildly when he suddenly heard a woman's voice calling him: "Yu Hua!"
Turned his head and looked.
She is a beautiful woman wearing a gray women's suit and sunglasses.
Take a closer look, oh, I recognize it.
Fang Minghua's wife.
"Sister-in-law, why are you here?" Yu Hua greeted quickly.
"I came here specifically to find out where you live, but your wife said you were watching people painting at Tuanjie Lake, so I came here."
"Haha, there's nothing wrong with wandering around." Yu Hua explained, and then said quickly: "Sister-in-law, let's go to my house, let my wife cook some food, and entertain you well."
"Newly married daughter-in-law, right? I see you still have happy words posted on your windows." Song Tangtang said.
"Hehe, we got married this spring."
The two of them walked back together, and Song Tangtang said, "Yu Hua, Minghua asked me to come to you this time."
"What did Minghua say? Is he satisfied with my novel?" Yu Hua couldn't wait.
"He didn't say that. He just said that Zhang Yimou liked your novel and wanted to make it into a movie. He asked me to contact you."
"What? Zhang Yimou is going to be made into a movie?!" Yu Hua was stunned and looked at Song Tangtang in surprise.
"What, you don't want to?!"
"Yes, I am a hundred times willing!" Yu Hua said hurriedly after waking up, and then remembered something: "He wants to adapt it into a script first? Do you need my help? Just change it as he says!"
"No need for that, Minghua has agreed to write the script, leave a detailed address, Zhang Yimou will come to Yanjing to find you to discuss the purchase of film and television adaptation rights."
"Okay, okay, no problem!"
At this time, Yu Hua was very happy.
If Zhang Yimou likes it and Minghua personally takes charge of it, how can the movie not be good?
Also, if it can be made into a movie, how can the novel not be published? !
A few days later, Zhang Yimou came to Yanjing to find Yu Hua and bought the film adaptation rights of "To Live" for 25,000 yuan.
The talk with Zhang Yimou went smoothly, but when it came to the publication of the novel, Yu Hua received a handwritten letter from Fang Minghua.
The content is very simple:
To cooperate with Zhang Yimou's movie, choose a time to publish the novel, so you have to hold it back.
Don't worry, I will let Shengshi Books publish it, and I will give you 10% tax.
Yu Hua had no objection and agreed immediately.
It's OK as long as you give me the royalties, and it's up to you when to publish it!
Fang Minghua immediately started writing the script, and continued to be lazy. He handed it to Zhang Yimou after about 20,000 words, and it was OK.
It was the end of June, and the weather in Xijing was getting hotter and hotter, and the whole city was like a big furnace.
While the children were not on vacation yet, Fang Minghua suddenly wanted to find a place to cool down for a few days.
He immediately had a goal: Taibai Mountain.
Because Jia Pingwa moved his writing position, he ran further from Yao County to Taibai Mountain.
In the name of visiting a friend, Fang Minghua decided to stay for two days. If he enjoyed the scenery of Taibai, it would be nice to write some travel notes.
Of course, it would be boring to be alone, so Fang Minghua pulled Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi.
It would be easy to play mahjong together.