Chapter 408 The Writers Association of the World Is One Family

This Soviet film from the 1970s was released in China in the 1980s and immediately became popular among domestic audiences, including the song's episode.

Moscow does not hide its anxiety

she witnessed everything

And all the disasters and sorrows

They all hide in front of her

Love in Moscow is not that quick

But eternal and pure

Zhao Hongjun had also heard this song. After the girl finished singing, he struck up a conversation and said, "Girl, you sang very nicely, and your Russian is very standard."

"I majored in English and French at the outer college. Russian was taught to me by my father." Dai Jiali seemed to be a very cheerful girl and said with a smile.

"Your dad?"

"Both my parents work in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and my dad is stationed in Hungary all year round." The girl replied.

Damn it!

She is not an ordinary girl.

"What are you doing in Haikou? Are you going to visit your relatives' house?" Zhao Hongjun asked again.

"No, I'm here to start a business. Isn't Hainan going to be a province soon? It will become the country's largest special economic zone. Several of my classmates are here. I'm joining them."

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Hongjun couldn't help but ask.

"Translate, I can speak English, French and Russian. Now that Hainan has established a special zone, attracting foreign investment will definitely require a large number of translation talents, so a few of our classmates are planning to set up a translation agency!" The girl looked confident.

After Zhao Hongjun heard this, he looked at Fang Minghua.

Both sides read the meaning of each other's eyes.

Damn it.

With such a good family background, wouldn’t Yanjing be a good place to start a business?

Is there no shortage of translation talents in Yanjing?

Do you have to go to Hainan?

"Your mother agrees to your coming to Hainan?" Fang Minghua couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I don't agree. I ran out secretly."

Oh my God

I wonder how worried your parents are when you run away?

"When you get to Haikou, you'd better write a letter to your parents so that they don't worry." Fang Minghua couldn't help but persuade.

As a father myself, I understand more and more how parents feel about their children.

"When I make a career, of course I will write to my parents and tell them," the girl said.

Fang Minghua shook his head and said nothing more.

Dai Jiali asked Fang Minghua and the others: "Brother, are you also coming to Hainan to start a business?"

"That's right." Zhao Hongjun answered vaguely: "We came to Hainan mainly to do a business and see if there are any opportunities there."

"Oh, then I wish us all success!" The girl also waved her little fist.

The three of them chatted and laughed, and soon they arrived in the city. The three-wheel drive stopped at a busier intersection, and the three of them got off the car.

"Brother! Goodbye!" The girl held a travel bag in one hand and waved to the two of them. After asking the driver for the general direction, she walked forward towards the rising sun.

"Minghua, do you think she can succeed?" Zhao Hongjun asked, holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking at the girl's disappearing back.

"I don't know, but I hope she succeeds."

"It's difficult." Zhao Hongjun shook his head and replied: "Okay, what should we do now, go directly to the publishing house?"

"Find a place to stay first, and then go to the Writers' Association." Fang Minghua said with a smile: "The Writers' Association is one family. Let's first understand the situation from the side."

"Okay." Zhao Hongjun picked up the travel bag.

The two were about to cross the road, and then they noticed that there was no traffic light at the intersection!

There are almost no high-rise buildings around, the streets are full of bicycles, and I even saw a farmer leading a buffalo leisurely passing by.

"Holy shit, this is the provincial capital of Hainan? I think it's not as good as a county town in the mainland." Zhao Hongjun couldn't help but complain.

"A small county in the mainland? How can you hear so many accents from all over the world in a small county?" Fang Minghua asked.

indeed.

Fang Minghua stood on the cross street for a while and heard people with accents from the Northeast, Henan, Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas. They were all young, carrying luggage and looking dusty, but their eyes were full of hope.

One hundred thousand people went to Hainan.

More than one hundred thousand?

The two originally planned to find a cleaner guest house to stay, but after running for a long time, they found that all the hotel guest houses were full!

All of them are people coming from the mainland to "break the sea".

Damn it

Zhao Hongjun got angry and asked the hotel owner: "What is the most expensive hotel in Haikou?"

"Of course it's Wanghai Tower."

"Minghua, let's go to Wanghai Tower!"

Wanghai Tower is located on Haixiu Road. It is the most elegant and high-end hotel in Coconut City and even Qiong Province. It is 12 stories tall. In addition to restaurants, there are also dance halls and duty-free shops. The upper four floors are also office streets and are open to the public for rent.

Fang Minghua and the two arrived at the hotel on a motorcycle. They saw that the lobby was spacious, bright and magnificent, with a glass patio and a large bronze fish statue embedded in the blue sea background wall, symbolizing "more than every year".

Sure enough, there are still vacancies in the hotel, but all the other rooms are full. Now there are only two suites left, priced at 98 yuan per night.

For peat, this is equivalent to half a month's salary of an employee. .

Of course, the two of them didn't care about the money.

The two of them each lived in a separate apartment, and after briefly washing up, they went to the hotel restaurant for lunch.

The hotel provides the most authentic Cantonese and Qiong cuisine. There are people coming and going in the hotel, and the two of them are not hungry, so they order a bowl of Baoluo Noodles, a famous local food.

It's made with vermicelli, but the soup tastes sweet and sour!

Oh my god

Fang Minghua forced himself to finish a bowl of Baoluo noodles.

While eating, Fang Minghua asked the waiter about the office address of the Provincial Writers Association, but the other party had never heard of this unit.

"What kind of shoes does the Writers Association make? Leather shoes or cloth shoes?" The young waitress asked with curiosity.

I # ￥%……&

"Cloth shoes."

Fang Minghua pawned the money and food coupons and turned away.

The two returned to the room, discussed it, and decided to go to the provincial government first, where they could naturally find out the address of the Writers Association.

At this time, HAN Province had not yet been officially established. Its current name was the People's Government of the Hainan Administrative Region, which was on Haifu Road.

The two got on a three-wheeled motorcycle and headed straight for Haifu Road.

Haifu Road, which connects the old Haikou and the city, is named after it. It is a main street in Haikou. Fang Minghua and Zhao Hongjun rushed to the government compound and found the security personnel in the duty room at the gate. Fang Minghua took out his work permit and asked about the location of the Writers Association.

Coincidentally, the staff told him that the provincial writers' association was still in preparation, and the preparatory group was in the government compound.

"It's on the third floor of the three-story red brick building at the back." The staff said enthusiastically.

"Thank you." The two walked to the back of the government compound, and sure enough, they saw a red three-story building at the back, with two signs hanging on the door: "Hainan Island Writers Association" and "HAN Provincial Writers Association Preparatory Group".

The two went up to the third floor and saw a middle-aged man in his fifties.

The man saw Fang Minghua, was stunned for a moment, and asked tentatively: "Are you Comrade Fang Minghua, the editor-in-chief of "Yanhe" magazine?"

"I am Fang Minghua, may I ask who you are?"

"I am Ye Weilin."

"Hello, Chairman Ye." Fang Minghua smiled and took the initiative to extend his right hand.

Fang Minghua had never seen Ye Weilin, but he had heard of his name, the vice chairman of the Hunan Writers' Association.

Of course, this is not the most important thing, because of a novella he wrote, "River without Navigation Marks".

This novel once won the first National Excellent Novella Award.

This novel was made into a movie by Wu Tianmin and won the Outstanding Film Award of the Ministry of Culture of China in 1983. So Fang Minghua remembered this person.

After the two shook hands, Fang Minghua introduced Zhao Hongjun and asked curiously: "Chairman Ye, are you also on a business trip to Hainan?"

Ye Weilin laughed: "No, I have been transferred to Hainan now, and I am specifically responsible for the preparation of the Hainan Writers Association."

So that's it!

I found the right person.