Chapter 663 Going to Italy to Attend the Literature Award Ceremony

Of course Fang Minghua knows about the Italian Strega Literary Award.

This is one of the three major literary awards in Europe, which is as famous as the British Booker Prize and the French Prix Goncourt. It is held annually to commend outstanding novels published in Italy in the previous year. It is not limited to local Italian writers, but also from overseas Italians. Works by experts, scholars and translators recommended by the Cultural Office will participate in the selection.

only?

When will Skywalker be translated into Italian and published in Italy?

When Fang Minghua asked this question, Song Tangtang glared at him and said angrily:

"Have you forgotten? When Lili came back from the Chinese New Year the year before last, she said that she would successively translate your novels into Italian and try to publish them in Italy."

Yeah?

After Fang Minghua entrusted all the overseas publishing and distribution rights of his works to Li Li, he didn't worry about it.

And, when did she learn Italian?

"When did Lili learn Italian? I remember she only knows English, French and Russian, right?" Fang Minghua asked as he started the car.

"I have known it for a long time, and now I am learning Japanese."

"Really? So powerful?" Fang Minghua praised.

"My cousin is a genius in learning!" Speaking of this, Song Tangtang looked proud.

"But... hey..." Song Tangtang thought of something again and suddenly sighed quietly.

"Mom, my aunt is so awesome, why are you sighing?" her daughter Ruirui, who was sitting in the back, asked curiously.

"Don't ask too many questions about children! Let Doumiao sit still and don't move around!" Song Tangtang scolded.

Fang Minghua drove to Fengyukou, where there were already some tourists. Song Tangtang took his two children to play in the water by the Fenghe River. The water was very clear, and the two children had a great time playing.

Fang Minghua set up his fishing rod and found a shallow backwater bay to fish.

Now Fengyukou has not yet become a scenic spot, and the management is not strict, and fishermen can be seen everywhere.

It's just that he's not very good at fishing, and he didn't catch a single fish after fishing for a long time, but he's not in a hurry, he's just here to kill time.

At this time, Song Tangtang walked over with bare feet and shoes in hand.

"Where's the baby?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Here, over there, I'm watching." Sure enough, Fang Minghua saw the child digging in the sand with his butt sticking out by the river. He immediately felt relieved and focused on fishing again.

"Minghua, are you going?" Song Tangtang asked again.

"Where to go?" Fang Minghua asked subconsciously.

"Go to Italy to attend the award ceremony. Lili said that the jury has sent you a formal invitation and hopes you can attend the award ceremony." Song Tangtang said.

"To Italy? Is it too far? Let Lili go on my behalf."

"Don't you want to go to Italy? It's a paradise for art! It's the birthplace of the Renaissance and the Venice Film Festival is about to open. I want to go."

"Then let's go together, take the baby with us, and travel abroad." Fang Minghua suggested.

"I don't have time. The equipment of the two newly built studios is being debugged intensively. I have to keep an eye on it."

"The Red Army also asked me to go to Shanghai to attend the inauguration ceremony of the Shengshi Building at the end of the month. They said that I, the vice chairman, can't go without it. It just so happened that Zhang Yimou and the crew were filming in Shanghai. I also stopped by to take a look. How could I have time? ?”

Song Tangtang sighed after finishing speaking.

"You can't handle every detail of your company's affairs by yourself, otherwise you will be exhausted!" Fang Minghua reminded.

"I also know that this is not good, but I can't do it. Okay, let's not talk about this. You go, and Lili will go too. She is too lonely in San Francisco during the summer vacation. You can go to Italy to accompany her."

"Shall I accompany her?"

"Isn't it possible? Don't think too much."

"Well, I still need to apply for a visa. I don't know if it will be late or not." Fang Minghua was a little worried.

"You are invited by the Italian cultural community. This kind of visa is easy to apply for." Song Tangtang said

"Aren't you going to Yanjing soon to attend the "In the Name of the People" seminar? Stay for two more days to apply for a visa. The Red Army has set up a Shengshi Group office in Yanjing. I called and asked the staff to help you go to the embassy. consult."

"Okay, then I will go there this time to explore the way for you. Next time we will go together as a family!" Fang Minghua said with a smile.

The seminar on the work "In the Name of the People" is still held in the west courtyard of Wanshou Temple on the West Third Ring Road of the China Modern Literature Museum.

When Fang Minghua came out of Yanjing Station with his travel bag, he saw a man in his thirties walking towards him and introduced himself respectfully: "Hello, Chairman Fang, I am from the Beijing office of Shengshi Group." Liao Yawei, Director Song arranged for me to pick you up."

"Hard."

"You're too polite, please come with me." Liao Yawei took the travel bag from Fang Minghua's hand and took him to the parking lot to get into a black Audi 100.

This is specially allocated by Zhao Hongjun to the office and is mainly used for reception.

A car is just the facade for doing business. How dare you enter those department doors with a broken Santana?

Fang Minghua had to admit that Zhao Hongjun, the second generation, was very shrewd when dealing with official figures. Including writing certain plots in "In the Name of the People", he listened to Zhao Hongjun's opinions.

"Chairman Fang, we have arranged a room for you at the Kunlun Hotel. I will take you there now." Liao Yawei, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and said with a smile to Fang Minghua in the back seat.

"Okay, you just have to make arrangements."

In the past, Fang Minghua stayed at Song Tangtang's grandparents' home in the General Political Department compound when he came to Yanjing, but the two old people are old and need peace and quiet. It's not good to disturb them when they are old, so they can visit them after they are done.

The car quickly arrived at Kunlun Hotel on Xinyuan South Road, Chaoyang QU. After registering at the front desk, Fang Minghua moved into the suite on the 21st floor.

"Chairman Fang, I will arrange dinner for you in the evening. What kind of dishes do you want to eat? The Shanghai cuisine here is very famous." Liao Yawei said.

"You're welcome, I'll do it myself." Fang Minghua smiled and said, "I guess Mr. Song has told you that I like freedom."

"Okay then." Liao Yawei no longer insisted: "Chairman Fang, I will pick you up to the Modern Literature Museum on time at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Okay, thank you."

After Liao Yawei left, Fang Minghua went to the bathroom to take a shower and immediately felt much more comfortable. Seeing that there was still some time before dinner, he turned on the TV to watch it.

He had been to Kunlun Hotel once, in May 1988. After the meeting of the Writers Association, Fang Minghua went to attend Shen Congwen's funeral and met Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo invited him to have dinner at Kunlun Hotel. Wang Shuo's friend Hai Yan was the general manager here. Liu Zhenyun, Ma Weidu, Hai Yan and Feng Xiaogang also had dinner together. After that, they went to the hotel's ballroom to dance.

Naturally, Hai Yan treated everyone.

Who let him be the vice president of the hotel? How could he be rich among these people?

However, Fang Minghua never saw Hai Yan again after that. After all, they had no intersection and only knew each other through Wang Shuo. And now he and Wang Shuo had almost no contact.

They were from different circles. They were from the Beijing circle, and they were all children of the big courtyard.

But Fang Minghua didn't expect that not long after he moved into Kunlun Hotel, a disciple of the Beijing circle came to his door.

He was half lying on the bed watching TV boredly when he heard a knock on the door.