Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 206 205 "Men look at Jin Yong, women look at Qiong Yao, and both men and women look at Sanmao."

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I have read these books before, more than once!

I have even read the most unpopular "Liancheng Jue" by Jin Daxia and "Eagle of the Earth" by Gu Long. These books are not worth mentioning.

But it’s hard to say it in front of Zhao Hongjun.

"Okay, I'll take a look when I'm free."

"It's not empty, but hurry up! I'll give you three days to read them all! I'll find you then, let's go!" Zhao Hongjun picked up his pocket and walked out.

"Go slowly and be careful on the road." Fang Minghua said lazily.

After Zhao Hongjun left, Fang Minghua picked up a martial arts book and flipped through it, suddenly feeling like he couldn't read it.

The excitement that kept me awake all night after seeing martial arts has long gone.

Might as well watch "Popular Cinema".

The stars in it are all natural beauties with prime looks.

Fang Minghua threw away the martial arts book, turned on the tape recorder, and then picked up the book "Popular Movies" to read.

He hummed:

You don't belong to me and I don't own you either

Girl, no one in the world has the right to possess her

Maybe we break up and never look back

At least you don't have to weave some beautiful excuses

At this time, the door opened again, and my sister Fang Mingli walked in and said.

"Brother, I've finished my work and want to use your computer to program."

"Use whatever you want."

Fang Minghua got up and turned off the tape recorder so as not to affect his sister's study.

"Brother, where did you get so many martial arts books?" Fang Mingli was surprised to see them all over the table.

"The Red Army took it from me. He wanted to work with me to publish martial arts novels." Fang Minghua simply told what happened. There was no need to hide it from his family.

"Oh." Fang Mingli picked up a book, flipped through it, and put it down again.

"I don't like reading martial arts books, but I like reading romance novels written by Qiong Yao. Brother, you can publish some of her novels."

"How can I publish it without a book number? Let's wait until later."

Fang Mingli didn't say anything after hearing this, and turned on the computer to do her own business.

Fang Minghua packed up the books on the table and left the room.

My sister learned from him and usually walked away so as not to disturb others.

But my sister is right. In addition to martial arts books, romance novels are also very popular.

There is a popular saying in this era: "Men look to Jin Yong, women look to Qiong Yao, and both men and women look to Sanmao."

Don’t forget this half of the sky in the future.

Three days later, Fang Minghua had dinner and was typing while waiting for Zhao Hongjun to come to his home. Instead of waiting for him to come, he waited for Song Tangtang.

The girl seemed a little unhappy and felt gloomy after she came in.

"What's wrong, Tangtang?" Fang Minghua turned around and asked with concern.

The girl sat on the edge of the bed and said: "During dinner today, I heard my dad say that this year the country will streamline the army, and our military region's cultural and art troupe may not be able to survive and will be disbanded in the future."

oh.

Fang Minghua was not surprised by this incident.

This is the famous one-million-dollar disarmament in history in 85, with non-combat troops like the art troupe bearing the brunt. He stood up and sat on the bed side by side with Song Tangtang, took the girl's hand and said, "Can't bear to part with you?"

"Yes." Song Tangtang nodded: "Actually, there have been rumors since last year that our art troupe will be disbanded. Today my dad said it is true. Although I know that there will be a day when I take off my cap badge and collar badge, I really can't bear to see this day come. "

"Understood, understood." Fang Minghua said, "Then what are your plans?"

"My dad said that if I can't bear to take off this military uniform, he can find a way to arrange for me to work in the library of Xijing Institute of Political Science. The work is free, and my mother teaches at the school, which is very convenient."

"This is a good idea. Tangtang, I like to see you looking so heroic in military uniform." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

The girl rolled her eyes at him: "We wear military uniforms for combat needs, not for you men to see!"

Fang Minghua chuckled and said nothing.

Song Tangtang continued: "Working in the library is indeed relaxing, but I don't want to live like this for the rest of my life. Look at Lili, she is now a graduate student, translating Chinese and foreign classics with her tutor, and preparing to become a translator. I don't want to live like this without doing anything. .”

"I know! It's like Paul: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his years, nor will he be ashamed of being inactive. In this way, before he dies, he can proudly say: "I have spent my entire life. And all their energy is dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world - the struggle for the liberation of mankind. "

When Fang Minghua recited these words with a smile, the girl's little fist fell on him and said angrily, "I hate you! You are not serious at all!"

"Okay, I'm kidding you." Fang Minghua grabbed the girl's delicate hand and said, "If you don't want to work in the library, then don't force it. If you want to have your own career, I also support it! Just take it one step at a time. There’s a job for you to do now.”

"What kind of work?"

Fang Minghua told him exactly what Zhao Hongjun said to him.

"The Red Army wants you to do financial work in his company."

After hearing this, the girl pondered for a moment and nodded: "I'm willing to give it a try."

"What do you want to try?" Suddenly the door opened and Zhao Hongjun walked in with a smile.

"Brother Red Army." Song Tangtang called out: "I will go to your company to do financial work."

"I knew you would do it. Okay, the three of us will continue to discuss this matter today." Zhao Hongjun sat down on the bed and looked at Fang Minghua: "Have you finished reading the book?"

"It's over."

"Which one is most suitable?"

"Of course it's this one." Fang Minghua took out a book from the pile of books.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes"!

Zhao Hongjun put forward different opinions:

"Why not print "Swordsman"? I think it's more interesting."

why?

Because this year (1985) the 83 version of The Condor Shooting will be released soon in the Mainland!

With this trend, you can’t do it even if you don’t want to make money.

Of course, these words couldn't be said out loud, Fang Minghua pondered for a moment and explained.

"Look, the three sets of books "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "The Legend of the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slayer" are actually a series and are related to a timeline. If "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is published, we will publish the latter two sets in the future. The book is a logical one, much better than if you published "The Swordsman" alone."

"Yes, that makes sense." Zhao Hongjun nodded and suddenly said to Song Tangtang: "Our financial director, it's your turn now."

"There are three copies of "The Condor". Each copy is priced at 26 Hong Kong dollars in Hong Kong. We can't order it in RMB 26, but we can't just follow the exchange rate. Mainland novels with the same number of words range from about 2.4 to 2.8 yuan."

"We will take the middle value of 2.6 yuan per book, and a set is 7 yuan and 8 cents. I have inquired in detail about the printing costs and pre-production costs of publishing a book (including cover design, text layout production, input and proofreading, etc.), which account for 30% of the price, followed by warehousing, transportation, management, etc., which together can account for 40% of the price.”

"Then the cost is 3.12 yuan." Song Tangtang quickly reported a figure.

Neither of them seemed to mention the royalties given to the author in this book.

Zhao Hongjun didn't consider this matter at all.

Fang Minghua pretended to have forgotten.

(End of this chapter)