After finishing this story, Huo Yaowen glanced at Li Hanxiang, who was still unfinished in front of him, picked up the teacup on the table with a smile and took a sip and said, "How about Director Li's story?"

"What a story!" Li Hanxiang couldn't help but sigh when he thought of Lian Ayu and Meng Xiaoyun in the story, and after 20 years of separation, they reunited, met and had a lot of past, and they hated each other.

Huo Yaowen saw that Li Hanxiang was still immersed in the story he was telling, and he didn't bother him, just silently waited for him to come back to his senses.

After a long while, Li Hanxiang came to his senses, sighed, and said with a flickering eye: "Mr. Huo's story is so good, I have made many literary films over the years, and I have been looking for a story, hoping to shoot my inner thoughts, I originally thought it was "Sweet Honey" written by Mr. Huo, but now I think it may be the story of Lian Ayu and Meng Xiaoyun that you just told!"

Huo Yaowen saw that Li Hanxiang was very satisfied with his story, and asked with a smile: "Then Director Li thinks it's okay, then I'll start writing this story after I go back?"

During the day today, Huo Yaowen had already learned some information about Li Hanxiang and his Guolian Pictures from Wen Meiqi, and also knew that Master Fengyue at this time really only made romance films, and he was nominated for Best Director at the Golden Horse Awards twice, but he moved the idea of cooperating with him.

However, considering that he had promised to hand over "Sweet Honey" to Xu Anhua for filming, although it could be remade in the future, since Huo Yaowen had agreed, he would not regret it, and he had just seen that the script written by Li Hanxiang was a little different from the concept of his own book, so he temporarily asked for a literary film that he had seen in later generations to tell him.

"Yes, of course, this is a story I want to film!" Li Hanxiang was so satisfied with this story, he said busily: "I hope Mr. Huo can write this story as soon as possible, I just happened to be free recently, and when I go to Hong Kong for a while, I will definitely visit Mr. Huo in person." ”

In recent years, it has become more and more difficult for Guolian Pictures, even if the film shot last year won the Golden Horse Award for Best Film, it is still difficult to stop the trend of decadence, and the financial situation has fallen into a serious crisis, almost to the point of existing in name only, so Li Hanxiang has always wanted to make a good film to turn over, originally Huo Yaowen's "Sweet Honey" was the best choice, after all, with the test of the market, just like the book written by Qiong Yao, almost all adaptations into films are guaranteed to make money and sell at the box office.

But Huo Yaowen didn't agree, and Li Hanxiang didn't have anything to do, but when he heard this new story, his eyes lit up, and he felt that if the other party wrote a book, it would inevitably sell as well as "Sweet Honey".

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On January 20, as the Spring Festival approached, the cold wind was howling at night, and the lights inside and outside Hong Kong's Kai Tak Airport were brightly lit.

Huo Yaowen hurriedly walked out of the airport exit with a small suitcase, and when he walked outside to see if there were any taxis, he noticed a somewhat familiar blue car parked in the lane across the road.

Huo Yaowen walked to the blue car, glanced at Huo Chengcai, who was in a daze, knocked on the window, woke him up and said with a smile: "Lao Dou, why are you here?"

Huo Chengcai rubbed his sleepy and somewhat confused eyes, and when he saw that the person who came was his son, he said angrily: "Manager Zhu said that you came back by plane tonight, and your aunt didn't worry about you taking a taxi alone so late, so she asked me to drive to pick you up. ”

"If I hadn't seen your classic car, I'd have missed it. Listening to his father's complaints, Huo Yaowen smiled, opened the door of the back seat and sat in, put the suitcase at his feet, looked up at Huo's father and asked, "Has the factory started over there?"

Huo Chengcai twisted the key, first turned on the headlights, stepped on the clutch while igniting, and gradually the car started, he turned the steering wheel and turned around before replying: "The work has already started, and the day after you left, your uncle had already arranged for those workers to start work, and it has been printing for two days, and it can print about 1,000 books a day on average." ”

"Only a thousand printed a day? so little?" Huo Yaowen frowned, he wanted to promote and distribute "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" before the Chinese New Year, after all, books like this kind of gods and ghosts are not very good to sell during the Chinese New Year, but if you miss the time of the month before the year, then you have to wait until early March to have a chance, and now the publishing house is spending money in vain if it doesn't start work, and it will cost more money if it starts, electricity, water, paper, ink, Labor, even the rented office, is paying all the time, only in and out, I am afraid it will be difficult to insist on the order from the school and the Education Department.

Huo Chengcai shook his head and said helplessly: "No way, although it is two shifts twenty-four hours a day, there are only two printing presses, and the people of the engineering team are still working, the place is not big enough, the binding space is a little small and some hinders the operation of the workers, and there is no way to increase the printing output." ”

Hearing what his father said, Huo Yaowen also knew that there was no way to solve this matter for the time being, although a thousand copies a day was a bit less, but saving a few days should be able to cope with the amount of the first batch of goods, thinking of the distribution of goods, he thought of the publicity prepared earlier: "Did the toy factory contact you?"

"Well, the people from Yongxin Toy Factory have already made the first batch of goods, and I went to see it with your uncle, and the quality of each one is quite good. After Huo Chengcai finished speaking, he suddenly remembered his son's teacher Zhang Chengyi who he met yesterday, and said busily: "By the way, Awen, your teacher came to me yesterday and asked Wu Lao to go out of the mountain to let you go over tomorrow." ”

Please Wu Lao out of the mountain? Then it seems that the candidate for the editor-in-chief has been decided, Huo Yaowen turned his head to look out of the car window and nodded: "I know." ”

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Early the next morning, Huo Yaowen brought the manuscript he had written before, and first went to the "Oriental Daily", Li Daoguang was no longer in the newspaper, so he gave the manuscript to Liu Weidong.

Sitting in the reception room of Oriental Daily, Huo Yaowen picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip: "What has Editor-in-Chief Li been busy with lately?"

This matter is not a secret matter, and Huo Yaowen is also an old acquaintance, Liu Weidong chuckled and said directly: "It's nothing, it's just that the Yiyuan dog racing ground in Macau has been rebuilt recently, President Ma took Editor-in-Chief Li to visit Mr. He Xian and Zheng Junbao, after all, the newspaper's main report now is horse racing and dog racing, and a batch of new dogs have been introduced from the reconstruction of the dog racing field, so I have to get some tips, so that the newspaper can sell well!"

Huo Yaowen, who is not very interested in greyhound racing and horse racing, did not ask much about this matter, if this was left to ordinary people, he would definitely ask what to buy in the next game, and if there are any good tips to give a few words, he thought of one thing lightly and asked: "Are the people from the Emperor's Daily still making trouble recently?"

Liu Weidong recalled for a moment and shook his head: "Except for the Emperor's Daily last month, which was still reported, it is basically gone, and as for this month, I haven't seen the Emperor's Daily continue to find trouble with Mr. Huo." ”

It's good not to continue to make trouble, during this time, the ghost blows the lantern to publicize and publish, Huo Yaowen doesn't want the other party to do anything at this time.

There was a knock on the door of the room, and the accountant of the Finance Department who settled the manuscript fee walked in with an envelope full of money, and put the envelope and a piece of paper on the table: "Mr. Huo's manuscript fee has been settled, you can sign it." ”

"Hmm. Huo Yaowen picked up the pen on the table and glanced at the receipt, and did not count the money in the envelope, but after confirming that the content on the receipt was correct, he signed his name on it and stuffed the envelope into his briefcase.

After Liu Weidong waited for the finance to go out with the receipt, he glanced over, looked at Huo Yaowen and asked with a smile: "I heard that Mr. Huo went to Taiwan for a signing meeting two days ago?"

"Well, I only came back last night. Huo Yaowen picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip slowly.

Liu Weidong saw that the other party was drinking water, and he felt a little thirsty, so he picked up the cup and took a sip and said: "I said, yesterday Director He of the commercial radio station called and asked me to contact Mr. Huo. ”

"Director He, what are you talking about with me?" Huo Yaowen frowned, what could He Zuozhi do with him? Could it be the second radio drama of the ghost blowing the lantern?

Liu Weidong thought for a while and said with a smile: "It seems that he hopes to win the copyright of your other "Sweet Honey" book, Mr. Huo, and he is still waiting to sign the contract for the second "Ghost Blowing the Lantern". ”

"I'll find time to go to a commercial radio station. As soon as he heard that He Zuozhi was going to be a fortune boy, Huo Yaowen smiled at the corner of his mouth, he was short of money to spend recently, and it happened that the ghost blew the lamp and released the book.

Liu Weidong nodded, and suddenly remembered one thing, afraid that Huo Yaowen had run the wrong way, and reminded: "Some time ago, the commercial station moved from Lai Chi Kok to Kowloon Tong Broadcasting Road in the northern district of Kowloon City, if Mr. Huo goes, go there directly, don't go to Lai Chi Kok, where is being demolished now, the Mobil oil depot has moved to Tsing Yi Island, and the people of the Public Works Department are preparing to rebuild the original site into a new housing estate." ”

"Well, I see, so don't bother too much. Huo Yaowen glanced at his watch, and the time he had made an appointment with the teacher was almost up, so he put the briefcase in his arms and got up to leave.

"Mr. Huo, I'll send you. Liu Weidong followed and got up.

"Don't bother Liu Biao, I'll just go by myself. Huo Yaowen politely refused Liu Weidong's send-off, but he couldn't resist the other party's insistence, so he could only go out with a smile.

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Guizhou Street, Longfeng Tea House.

Huo Yaowen hurriedly rushed over from the nearby Oriental Daily, and when he went up to the second floor, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Chengyi sitting by the window and an old man in Tang costume in his sixties sitting directly opposite him, thinking that this old man should be Wu Liande.

"Teacher Zhang. Huo Yaowen walked over with his briefcase and said apologetically: "I'm sorry teacher, I just had some delays." ”

"It's okay, Lao Wu and I have just arrived. Zhang Chengyi waved his hand to show that he didn't care, and then got up and introduced: "Yaowen, this is the old Mr. Wu Liande Wu I told you. ”

Huo Yaowen glanced at the old man in Tang costume in front of him, who was in his sixties, although his hair was a little gray, but he was very energetic, and stretched out his hand and said respectfully: "I have long heard of the Liangyou Pictorial founded by Mr. Wu, which can be said to have created a precedent in the history of Chinese pictorials, which is not only deeply loved by readers in the mainland, but also has a good reputation abroad. ”

Wu Liande looked full of wrinkled serious faces, but at this time he was smiling happily, and shook hands with Huo Yaowen: "Huo Sheng is polite, how can I say that it is an honor, as long as you don't dislike me, an old guy, who does things slowly." ”

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