Chapter 438 Wang Shuo's Treat

"Are you Mr. Palladium's daughter?"

Fang Minghua then remembered that Palladium's original name was Li.

"Yes, my father heard that Mr. Shen had passed away and was extremely sad. He wanted to come to Yanjing in person to see his old friend off for the last time, but his health was too poor to travel long distances, so he asked me to come to pay tribute on his behalf."

I see.

I only came on behalf of Palladium. If it was an official event, Harvest Magazine would not have sent just an ordinary editor.

Also, as the chairman of the Writers Association, Palladium did not send an official representative of the Writers Association to attend. He must have had his own difficulties.

"Please take care of your health, Mr. Palladium."

The two chatted for a few more words, and Fang Minghua left.

He ran into another person before he left the cemetery gate.

This time it was an acquaintance.

Wang Shuo.

He was wearing a white round-neck T-shirt, had a crew cut, and a cigarette in his mouth.

The two met and were stunned.

"Editor-in-Chief Fang"

"Wang Shuo!"

"Editor-in-Chief Fang, are you here to attend your friend's funeral?" Wang Shuo asked.

"Not really a friend, but an old man worthy of respect." Fang Minghua replied.

"Old man? Is he Mr. Shen Congwen?"

"Yes, you too?" Fang Minghua asked back.

"Haha, yes."

"What a coincidence, then go ahead, it's at the Third Funeral Home." Fang Minghua said kindly, and was about to leave when Wang Shuo called him.

"Editor-in-Chief Fang, are you in Yanjing for a meeting?"

"Yes, a meeting of the Writers Association."

"When will you return to Xijing?" Wang Shuo asked again.

"Tomorrow, what's the matter?"

"Are you free in the evening? I'll treat you to dinner." Wang Shuo said, "You're in Yanjing, so I'll do my best to be a good host. Besides, last time I went to Xijing to publish a book, Song Tangtang invited me to dinner. If I don't invite you, you'll go back and tell Wang Shuo that you saw him, and he won't say a word, and she'll laugh at me."

Huh?

Fang Minghua declined politely, but the other party insisted on inviting her, so Fang Minghua had to agree.

"Let's set the time at 6:30 p.m. We'll go to Kunlun Hotel, which is on Xinyuan South Road in Chaoyang District. One of my buddies is the general manager there. Do you know Ma Weidu? I'll bring him along, and Liu Zhenyun, whom I met at the last meeting. He's not bad either."

"The guest should follow the host's wishes." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"See you in the evening!" Wang Shuo waved his hand, threw the unfinished cigarette on the ground, stomped it out with his foot, and then entered the cemetery gate.

Fang Minghua also walked down the steps.

Since he promised Wang Shuo, Fang Minghua couldn't break his promise. He stayed in the General Political Department compound in the afternoon to chat with Song Tangtang's grandparents. At around five o'clock, he went out to take the bus.

There was still some distance from Huangsiyuan to Kunlun Hotel, and it was the rush hour after work. Fang Minghua took a bus and arrived at Kunlun Hotel. It was already 6:30.

As soon as he entered the hotel lobby, Fang Minghua was thinking about how to contact Wang Shuo.

These days, I heard that mobile phones have appeared in big cities in the south, but Yanjing seems to have not.

Even if there are, ordinary people can't afford it. It is said that the price of a mobile phone is 21,000 yuan, the network fee is 6,000 yuan, and the prepaid call fee is 1,000 yuan, a total of 28,000 yuan.

It's enough money to buy a house!

At this time, a very beautiful waitress walked out of the front desk of the hall and said to him politely: "Are you Mr. Fang Minghua, the editor-in-chief of "Yanhe" magazine?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"It's like this, Mr. Wang Shuo, a friend of our general manager, invited you tonight, and asked me to wait here for you. Please follow me."

"Thank you."

Fang Minghua followed the waitress into the elevator, looked at this shy girl, and asked curiously: "Do you know me?"

"I like reading your novels very much. I have seen your appearance in the newspaper." The girl said.

Ouch

I met my own fans.

"Editor Fang, can you sign for me?" The girl asked.

"Yes." Fang Minghua agreed very happily. "It's just that I didn't bring a pen."

"I have one here."

The girl quickly took out a beautiful little diary and a piece of paper from her skirt pocket and handed it to Fang Minghua very respectfully.

Fang Minghua was not polite and signed his name in a flourish.

Seeing the girl's shy look, Fang Minghua changed the subject: "What's the name of your Lu General?"

"Our Lu General's surname is Lu, a single person and a Lu Bu, Lu, called Lu Haiyan." The girl replied.

Lu Haiyan?

Haiyan?

The one who wrote "Plainclothes Police"?

He is also a child of a big courtyard.

Fang Minghua immediately understood.

It is said that this Haiyan is a low-key person in the Beijing circle, but his status is not low, he has a prominent family background, and even Ma Weidu and Wang Shuo have to bow their heads and call him big brother when they see him.

Of course, this is a post Fang Minghua saw on the Internet before he came to this era, and it is not clear whether it is true or not.

The elevator kept going up and finally stopped. "Mr. Wang and Mr. Lu are in the second private room. Please come this way." The girl said as she led him out of the elevator and walked to the private room, and opened the door for him.

"Thank you."

Fang Minghua replied politely. When she got closer, she saw five men inside.

Wang Shuo sat at the left, and there was an empty seat in the middle. A very gentle man wearing glasses went there.

Next to the two sat Ma Weidu and Liu Zhenyun, both of whom Fang Minghua knew.

The man who sat at the end looked a bit "sleazy". When he saw Fang Minghua come in, he immediately stood up with a smile on his face, revealing a mouthful of buck teeth.

"Editor-in-Chief Fang." Wang Shuo saw Fang Minghua coming in, stood up and greeted her, and then said: "Let me introduce you, this is my friend, the deputy general manager of Kunlun Hotel, Lu Haiyan."

"Editor-in-Chief Fang, hello." Lu Haiyan took the initiative to extend his right hand: "I have heard of your name for a long time, and I have long wanted to meet you. Today I heard that Wang Shuo wanted to invite you, and I asked to participate without hesitation."

"Hello, Mr. Lu, I have also heard of your name, the author of the novel "Plain Clothes Policeman". Our "Yanhe" does not publish novels, otherwise I would rush to Yanjing to grab your novel."

Haiyan is also very modest.

"It's mainly because Director Lin shot it well."

The two exchanged a few words, and Wang Shuo said again: "Weidu and Zhenyun, I won't introduce them. We know each other."

Even though they know each other, they still have to shake hands.

Fang Minghua shook hands with Ma Weidu first, and Ma Weidu asked humorously: "Editor Fang, are you going to Liulichang this time when you come to Yanjing?"

"I'm not like you, who knows antique furniture."

"But you know calligraphy and painting."

"A little bit, a little bit."

After the two shook hands, it was Liu Zhenyun's turn.

Just as Fang Minghua shook Liu Zhenyun's hand and was about to speak, he heard Liu Zhenyun say with a smile: "Editor Fang, don't force me to write a novel tonight."

Fang Minghua laughed out loud.

It turned out that at the Huashan seminar, Fang Minghua urged Liu Zhenyun, Chi Li, Liu Yuan and other writers who wrote relatively good new realist novels to submit their manuscripts, asking them to produce new works as soon as possible.

So when Liu Zhenyun met Fang Minghua today and said this, of course he meant it as a joke.

Then came the last person. Just as Wang Shuo was about to introduce him, the man said first: "Brother Wang, don't bother you, I'll introduce myself." Then he smiled at Fang Minghua and said: "Hello, my name is Feng Xiaogang, an artist at the Yanjing Television Art Center."