Back to 80: My Literary Life

Fang Mingli is getting married.

She met Liu Jianjun in her freshman year, and they officially confirmed their relationship after they entered graduate school. After another four years, they finally got married.

The new house is a collective housing provided by Fang Minghua's unit. Although the three-bedroom, two-living-room house of 80 square meters is not large, it is envied by many young men and women in the city who are getting married in this era.

In the 618 building where Fang Mingli lives, it is common for young people to live in single dormitories when they get married.

Many young people who live in the same dormitory take the initiative to move out and find another place to leave for their friends to get married when they see their roommates getting married.

Liu Jianjun is of course very grateful to his brother-in-law.

His family is poor and can't afford many electrical appliances and furniture. His parents gritted their teeth, sold the two fat pigs in the trough, and then borrowed some money from here and there. In addition to buying a set of clothes for their daughter-in-law for the wedding, they also bought a 14-inch Ruyi color TV, which is the most valuable property of the man.

In fact, as Fang Minghua, the man doesn't have to pay for these things. He can buy all the electrical appliances and furniture at home.

But my mother disagreed. I don't want the betrothal gift, but I have to buy a decent appliance, right?

There were some twists and turns in the process of getting married. Now it's winter, and the marriage is finally done.

The wedding banquet was held separately. The man's wife was held in Liu Jianjun's village, and the woman's daughter was married at Xijing Restaurant.

In addition to Fang Minghua, Zhao Hongjun volunteered to help.

Since the beginning of the year, after Shengshi Book Publishing Company opened a branch in Haikou, Zhao Hongjun has spent almost half of his time in Hainan.

It's called a management company, but Fang Minghua thinks he is escaping from his wife's control and having a good time outside.

The banquet will be held tomorrow. Tonight, the helpers arranged the division of work for tomorrow at Fang Minghua's parents' house. Everyone else left, but Zhao Hongjun didn't leave. Instead, he sat on the sofa, eating melon seeds and chatting with Fang Minghua.

"Minghua, I heard from Tangtang that you wrote a very good TV script for our provincial TV station, but they didn't want it?"

"They thought it was too long and they didn't have the money to shoot it." Fang Minghua told the truth.

"Really, isn't this a waste of your feelings?" Zhao Hongjun stood up for Fang Minghua, "If I ask you next time, write a hammer for them!"

"To be honest, I didn't talk about it for Wu Tianmin's sake." Fang Minghua didn't want to talk about this topic anymore.

"Minghua, why don't we just shoot it ourselves?" Zhao Hongjun suddenly said.

"Shoot it ourselves?"

"Yes, set up a film and television company! Find some directors and actors and shoot it ourselves!" Zhao Hongjun became more and more excited.

He is so ambitious.

However, Fang Minghua poured cold water on him.

"Hongjun, do you know that the Ministry of Radio, Film and Television issued a document two years ago, in 1986?"

"What document?"

"The Interim Provisions on the Implementation of the TV Drama Production Permit System" requires that from June 1, 1986, production units must hold production permits to provide (sell, exchange, and give away) TV dramas to CCTV and local TV stations at all levels." Song Tangtang, who was watching TV with her daughter in her arms, interrupted and said.

"Hey, Tangtang, you actually knew this in advance? Are you also thinking about making a TV drama?" Zhao Hongjun said immediately.

"As for the production license, isn't it just the book number of the publishing house? It can still be bought and sold! As long as you want to make it, there is no problem that cannot be solved!"

Zhao Hongjun seemed confident.

These days, any policy can be flexible, and anything can be bought and sold!

After hearing what Zhao Hongjun said, Song Tangtang did not speak but looked at her husband.

In fact, when the provincial TV station did not shoot this script, Song Tangtang had this idea.

It's such a waste to lock such a good script in a drawer!

No, I can shoot it myself.

Shooting TV series is also interesting.

Anyway, the company is not short of money now, and there are still millions of cash in the company account.

Fang Minghua saw Song Tangtang's eyes and understood instantly.

His wife also wants to shoot.

But he didn't rush to express his opinion, but asked: "Hongjun, do you know about the business of shooting TV series?"

"I don't know, but I can understand it now."

Fuck

"Okay, you go and learn about it first."

In the evening, the couple returned home, washed up and lay on the bed, and Song Tangtang talked about it again.

"Tangtang, you seem to be very enthusiastic about shooting movies and TV series?" Fang Minghua asked.

"I think that shooting TV series is a very good industry. You see, more and more ordinary people have TV sets at home, and the demand for TV series is increasing. Our country can't always attract TV series from Hong Kong, Taiwan or even abroad, right? The country will definitely support the development of film and television dramas in the future!"

Well. Good vision!

Fang Minghua nodded.

"There's more."

"What else?" Fang Minghua asked.

"You write novels, adapt them into film and television scripts, and then we shoot them ourselves, forming a closed loop of the industrial chain, how great."

Ouch

His wife actually started planning the future layout of the business empire!

After thinking about it, Fang Minghua expressed his opinion: "It's good, but filming a TV series is not like publishing a book. There are many links involved. The relationship between the director, actors, venues and TV stations is not just a matter of money. I still say that you have to think it through."

"Don't worry, we will seriously consider it."

"Okay, no more talking, go to bed quickly, there are still a lot of things to do tomorrow." Fang Minghua said and slipped into the bed.

With his sister getting married in a grand manner, Fang Minghua's life became free.

That night, it was cold outside. Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang returned to their home. As soon as they took off their coats, they heard someone knocking on the door.

"I'll go open the door." Fang Minghua opened the door and saw that it was Zhao Hongjun, whom he hadn't seen for several days.

But Zhao Hongjun seemed to be in a bad mood today. He sat on the sofa with a depressed look.

"What's wrong?"

"A buddy of mine, his cousin works at our Qin Provincial TV Station, I asked him about the TV series. Do you know how my buddy answered?"

"What answer?"

"You want to make a TV series? You have money but nowhere to spend it, right? Which TV series doesn't lose money?!"

Fang Minghua didn't say anything, busy making tea for himself.

Although it was night, he also developed the habit of drinking tea.

Song Tangtang, who was standing by, took over the conversation.

"Loss? No one watches the TV series made by our provincial TV station, of course it will lose money. Those good TV series, such as "Journey to the West" and "Dream of Red Mansions" broadcasted by CCTV, won't lose money, right?"

"Loss, of course it won't lose money? It's just a matter of how much it loses. Besides, CCTV is rich and powerful, they don't care about this!"

"Why?" Song Tangtang asked.

"The price for the film is low, because the TV station broadcasts TV mainly to increase the ratings of the program, and they don't make money, how high a price can they give you?!"

This.

Song Tangtang didn't say anything.

Television stations don't consider profit and loss. They are state-owned enterprises and don't care about these things, but Shengshi Books can't do that.

Fang Minghua knew all this long ago. The advertising industry was not well developed in those days, and the profit model for making TV series in the future had not been established.

Take this hit "Desire". It is said that it lost hundreds of thousands of yuan that year.

But sometimes the accounts can't be said so.

Fang Minghua made tea and greeted Zhao Hongjun. He looked at Zhao Hongjun's dejected look and suddenly smiled and said, "Hongjun, do you really want to shoot?"