Chapter 405 The Issue of Book Number

Fang Minghua certainly didn't hear the conversation between Lei Xuecheng and the girl.

Although some famous writers of this era like to write poems and inscriptions, Fang Minghua has never done it.

It's not because he is so noble, but because his brush calligraphy is really ugly.

His fountain pen calligraphy is okay, but when he picks up a brush, he can't even lift his wrist, how can he write well?

However, Fang Minghua has noticed his shortcomings and is now holding a copy of Ouyang Xun's "Yu Gonggong Stele" and practicing when he has nothing to do.

Words are people's faces.

In a row of falling snowflakes, 1987 has passed.

This year, the literary world is still brilliant.

Avant-garde novels are in full swing, but another type of literary writing called "new realism" by Fang Minghua, editor-in-chief of "Yanhe" magazine, quietly appeared in the literary world.

Of course, this year's phenomenal novel "Ordinary World" in the literary world quickly went from being ignored to being hard to find after being recorded and broadcast by China National Radio.

In addition to "Fuzhuo" published by Jia Pingwa last year and "Chuang Guandong" by Fang Minghua, which won the second Mao Dun Prize, three masterpieces appeared one after another, completing the first eastward expedition of the Qin army.

Today is New Year's Day.

Some people say that 1988 started with absurdity, the legend of the trader was like a child's play, and canned food was exchanged for airplanes, of course, this refers to business.

The era of everyone being a businessman has arrived.

This year (1988), Hainan Province was established, and it became a paradise for countless ordinary people and traders to pursue the dream of getting rich.

However, these are a bit far from Fang Minghua, and he still lives a peaceful life.

Today, the cold wind was howling outside, and Fang Minghua drove his own Mazda and was still wandering around Chang'an South Road near the TV tower, teaching Lu Yao how to drive.

Usually Fang Minghua has to go to work, and Song Tangtang uses this car to go to and from get off work, so he takes Lu Yao out on weekends to find a secluded place to practice driving.

These days, there are farmlands everywhere here, which is already a relatively remote place. There are few vehicles on the road, which is very suitable for practice.

After lunch, Fang Minghua drove Lu Yao to this place to practice for a while. Fortunately, there was air conditioning in the car, so it didn't feel too cold.

They practiced until almost five o'clock, and the two drove home - naturally Lu Yao drove back.

The cars on the streets of Xijing City were far less crowded than in later times, and Lu Yao drove slowly. He finally drove to the Xingfu Community outside the South Gate with trepidation.

"Brother Lu, you can become a master after practicing a few more times." Fang Minghua said.

"Thank you, Minghua, for coming out with me in such a cold weather." Lu Yao thanked him: "Come on, come to my house and sit down? Ask your sister-in-law to cook a few dishes for you."

"Let's do it another day. Today, a family of three from the Red Army will come to my house." Fang Minghua replied.

"Okay, another day."

Lu Yao walked towards the building where he lived. Fang Minghua did not drive back to the family building of the Planning Commission, but found a place in the community to park the car and returned to his home.

After graduating, my younger sister Fang Mingli usually lives at home. With the addition of the children, my parents' place seems a bit crowded, so on weekends Fang Minghua and his wife simply take their two children back to live in Xingfu Community outside the South Gate, so that their parents can have some peace and quiet.

Today is New Year's Day, and Zhao Hongjun and his wife bring their daughter to Fang Minghua's house to play.

Since both families have children, they have become closer. Zhao Hongjun often brings his daughter to Fang Minghua's house, under the pretext of visiting his future son-in-law, and lets the two children who have been engaged get close.

However, Lele doesn't seem to be very interested in his future father-in-law and daughter-in-law. Relying on the fact that he is a few months older, sometimes Zhao Hongjun's daughter Minmin cries loudly.

No, Fang Minghua went up to the third floor and didn't open the door yet, but heard the crying of a baby girl in the room. He took out the key and opened the door, and saw Zhao Hongjun holding his daughter and coaxing her, while Lele sat on the sofa playing with building blocks as if nothing had happened.

Fang Minghua's daughter Ruirui usually appears as a spectator at this time. Neither side helps the other, and she watches the TV with relish. This year's hit drama "Black Cat Sheriff" is being played.

"Le Le, did you bully your sister again?" Fang Minghua glared at her son and scolded him.

The son and daughter are just one year old now, and can only call mom and dad. Lele saw that his father was mean to him, and his mouth curled, and it seemed that he was about to cry.

"Le Le is a man, don't cry, don't cry." Zhao Hongjun hurriedly hugged his daughter with one hand and held Lele with the other hand to comfort him.

After saying that, he glared at Fang Minghua again: "They are all children, they are ignorant, what's there to be mean about?"

Damn!

Fang Minghua was speechless.

This is my son, why do you feel more distressed than me?

He didn't say anything and took off his coat, and went to the kitchen to look around. The two wives chatted while cooking, and there was nothing to help, so he returned to the living room, picked up his daughter Ruirui and chatted with Zhao Hongjun.

"Have you finished driving practice? How is Lu Yao doing?" Zhao Hongjun asked.

"Not bad, I can become a master after a few more practices." Fang Minghua replied, "But I need help with the driver's license."

"Don't worry, a buddy of mine works in the Vehicle Management Office of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and he is also a section chief. This is no problem." Zhao Hongjun agreed.

Fang Minghua was very relieved about this. If it comes to connections and ability to do things in Xijing, he is definitely not as good as Zhao Hongjun.

Fang Minghua still knows some people in the cultural circle, but he is almost clueless in other aspects.

"Minghua, I have something to discuss with you." Zhao Hongjun suddenly said.

"What is it?"

"It's still about our company's book number."

It turns out that although the country now allows private publishing companies to sell books, it has not released ISBNs.

In other words, you can only sell books like Xinhua Bookstore but cannot publish books like state-owned publishing houses. As a result, the gray business of buying book numbers from state-owned publishing houses came into being.

Shengshi Book Publishing Company is also following this path now, but as more and more books are published by itself, the demand for ISBNs is very high. Every book has to be published by a state-owned publishing house, and the appetite of these publishing houses is getting bigger and bigger. Come bigger.

Now, a book number can reach up to 300,000!

Those state-owned publishing houses cost nothing. They apply for a book number from the state and can earn up to 300,000 by reselling it!

Therefore, Zhao Hongjun wanted to solve this problem once and for all, and planned to directly affiliate with a publishing house and sign a long-term contract, so that he would not have to go to the leaders of state-owned publishing houses every time for book numbers.

And there are already some clues about this matter.

Now that he heard Zhao Hongjun suddenly mention this matter, he was a little puzzled.

"Red Army, didn't you go to President Wang of Huayue Literature and Art Publishing House? Didn't he already relent? After New Year's Day, I will ask him to go out for a meal, and you will also attend when the time comes. I will help you again in the name of your friend. , I think this can be done.”

Huayue Literature and Art Publishing House was formerly the literary and artistic editorial department of Qin Provincial People's Publishing House. It just became independent in the summer of this year (87). It has an independent establishment and independent accounting. Of course, it can also apply for a book number from the Press and Publication Administration.

The president of Huayue Publishing House is also a director of the Qin Provincial Writers Association. Fang Minghua naturally knows him. He is the one who leads the way in this matter. After several talks, the other party has relented. The next step is the specific details of cooperation.

Zhao Hongjun naturally knows these things very well, but now he shook his head: "Minghua, forget it, President Wang is a timid person with a big appetite. I don't think it is cost-effective to find him."

"Then which one are you going to find? Publishing houses in other provinces are even less suitable."

"I want to go to Hainan!" Zhao Hongjun expressed his thoughts.