Listening to Han Suyin's question, Lin Chaoyang was about to say a few words of humility when Mr. Fei Yimin, the president of Ta Kung Pao, laughed and said: "Mr. Lin is now a leading figure in the younger generation of mainland literature! Ms. Han, this
You are so ignorant at all!"
The first half of Fei Yimin's sentence not only praised Lin Chaoyang, but also pointed out his fame. The second half of his sentence was ridiculing, and at the same time, he also came to Han Suyin's rescue.
Therefore, after hearing this, Han Suyin cast a grateful glance at Fei Yimin and said to him: "Then you have to give me a good introduction."
Just as Fei Yimin was about to speak, Lin Chaoyang quickly waved his hand and said, "President Fei Miaozan, I just wrote a few novels and was lucky enough to gain recognition from some peers and readers."
Ye Junjian on the side laughed loudly and said: "Chaoyang, being modest is a good thing, but being too modest is pride."
After saying this, he said to Han Suyin: "President Fei is right. This is the most powerful and famous new generation writer in our country."
Fei Yimin added: "Mr. Lin's "The Death of Van Gogh" has also been published in Xiangjiang and has been well received."
Everyone suddenly praised Lin Chaoyang, which made him a little flattered and made Han Suyin feel strange.
She has very little contact with China now. This time she happened to be back in Xiangjiang for vacation. She happened to attend today's banquet. She didn't expect that the son-in-law of a classmate from Yan University whom she met by chance at the banquet was actually such an outstanding young writer.
"Excuse my stupidity!" Han Suyin apologized to Lin Chaoyang, and Lin Chaoyang responded politely.
She listened so highly to Lin Chaoyang that she was inevitably curious and asked about some of Lin Chaoyang's creations.
Under such circumstances, Lin Chaoyang naturally couldn't boast, so Xiao Jun, the team leader, took the initiative to step forward and solemnly introduce his creative resume to everyone.
After Xiao Jun introduced Lin Chaoyang’s creative resume, he emphasized:
"Since Comrade Chaoyang entered the literary world, he has won many national literary awards, and his creations have always been at the forefront of the literary world.
If you really think about it, we people are all ‘unearthed cultural relics’, and in the future, China’s literary world will still have to look at young people like them!”
Among the guests from Hong Kong present today, those who know something about Lin Chaoyang are those from Xinhua News Agency and Ta Kung Pao. Except for a few others who have heard or watched "The Death of Van Gogh", the rest
I don't know much about Lin Chaoyang.
Lin Chaoyang spoke calmly and was gentle, but as a young man, he originally had little presence at the banquet, but now he was praised by several old comrades, making everyone present look at him with admiration.
Several young and middle-aged writers in the delegation couldn't help but feel a bit envious in their hearts when they saw Lin Chaoyang suddenly becoming the focus of the banquet.
Speaking of which, everyone is a junior in the group, but Lin Chaoyang is the only one who is so valued by the seniors. Who can not envy him?
With the support of Xiao Jun and others, Lin Chaoyang's attention at the banquet increased a lot, and Fei Yimin even specially dragged him to have a drink with everyone.
When drinking alone, it is inevitable to exchange a few words.
When it was his turn to clink glasses with Jin Yong, Lin Chaoyang said politely, "My family and I are all fans of your books. It's a pity that your works are not imported into the country. All we read are pirated copies, and we have to apologize to you."
Jin Yong squinted his eyes and smiled: "Mr. Lin is serious. It is an honor for me to be liked by you and your family. The situation in the mainland is quite special, and there is nothing we can do about it. How about this, I will give you a set later.
How about your book?"
"You are too kind..."
Lin Chaoyang declined a few words, but seeing that Jin Yong was so kind and unable to refuse, he agreed to accept his gift.
The delegation must be disciplined during the visit. Gifts cannot be accepted randomly, but there is no problem in donating books. As long as they are not books with politically sensitive issues, members of the delegation can accept them.
This was only known by WS staff after Lin Chaoyang arrived at the Xinqiao Hotel.
"You may not know that our Ming Pao newspaper also published a review of your book "The Death of Van Gogh"," Jin Yong said.
Hearing this, Lin Chaoyang was slightly surprised.
"Ming Pao" is not the first-class newspaper in Hong Kong, but it is the most popular newspaper among the elites. Otherwise, Jin Yong would not have become one of the media tycoons in Hong Kong by relying on this business.
Lin Chaoyang did not expect that "The Death of Van Gogh" would receive such treatment after it was published in Xiangjiang.
After listening to Jin Yong's words, he thanked him again.
The banquet ended in a friendly and harmonious atmosphere. When the delegation boarded the bus, the guests going to Xiangjiang waved goodbye.
Xiao Jun smiled and said to Lin Chaoyang: "While eating, I heard Hu Ju and Fei Yimin talking about your novel "The Death of Van Gogh". It seems that your novel is indeed very popular in Hong Kong!"
Lin Chaoyang suddenly understood. No wonder Xiao Jun would stand up and introduce himself ceremoniously. It turned out that he felt that he was somewhat famous in Xiangjiang, so he pulled him out to show his appearance.
"My novel was only published by university presses and didn't sell much."
After chatting for a while, the bus returned to the hotel and everyone returned to their rooms.
The next morning, the delegation was invited to visit Xiangjiang Zhuangshi Group, and they were received by Zhuang Chongwen, Chairman of Zhuangshi Group.
As soon as Zhuang Zhongwen saw Xiao Jun, he asked about Xiao Hong in a very gossipy manner. The members of the delegation suddenly looked strange. They did not expect that he, a businessman, would also care about the writer's gossip.
Zhuang Zhongwen caught a glimpse of everyone's expressions and laughed loudly: "Don't look at me now as a businessman full of copper odor. Back then I was also a young literary man. Mr. Lu Xun even rode on my skateboard back then!"
Zhuang Chongwen looked proud when he talked about the past. Everyone was surprised when they heard him talking about Mr. Lu Xun. Zhuang Chongwen explained it again.
It turns out that Zhuang Chongwen studied at the Jimei Navigation and Fisheries School founded by Mr. Tan Kah Kee in his early years. Mr. Lu Xun was teaching at Xiamen University at the time and gave them lectures at the school.
After everyone heard Zhuang Zhongwen talk about his origins with Mr. Lu Xun, they couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy in their hearts.
After visiting Zhuangshi Group, Zhuang Chongwen arranged a banquet for the delegation.
During this period, Lin Chaoyang went to the bathroom. Next to him was Zhuang Zhongwen. The old comrade stood there for a while but there was no movement. Lin Chaoyang was afraid that he would be embarrassed, so after finishing the solution, he quickly shook the guy and went to wash his hands.
When he bent over, the jade safety buckle on his neck slipped to his armpit. Lin Chaoyang took it out first and swung it on his chest.
This Ping An buckle was bought by Lin Chaoyang at a trust store for more than 50 yuan. It was from the late Qing Dynasty. At that time, jadeite was popular among the princes and nobles, and jadeite products were all the rage.
At that time, Lin Chaoyang saw that the texture of the Ping An buckle was as translucent as water and had a charming aura. He was so happy that he bought it.
It's not so much about keeping safe as it is about playing with it.
He dried his hands after washing his hands and was about to put the safety buckle back on his chest. Zhuang Zhongwen, who had just finished draining the water, greeted him with a smile and caught a glimpse of the safety buckle in his hand, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.
"Mr. Lin's safety buckle is a good thing. What's the origin of it?"
Lin Chaoyang shook his head, "It doesn't have any background, it's just better to plant water."
Zhuang Zhongwen smiled and nodded, "The planting water is really good, as clear as water, clear and generous. It's a pity that it has no provenance. If it was worn by a prince or princess, it would be worth hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars here at least."
In the past ten years, the economy of Hong Kong and Bay Island has taken off. In the prosperous economic environment, many celebrities have a preference for collecting antiques, works of art and precious jewelry. Jade is also a part of Hong Kong and Bay Island.
One of the favorite collections of rich people.
For a period of time in later generations, domestic jadeite was sold at sky-high prices, also driven by the Xiangjiang and Bay Island areas.
In Hong Kong today, the income of ordinary working-class people generally ranges from three to five thousand Hong Kong dollars, and hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars is a huge amount, let alone for Lin Chaoyang from the mainland.
After Zhuang Zhongwen said this, he saw that Lin Chaoyang's expression was as usual, without any change.
He smiled and said: "Sorry, we businessmen always like to use money to measure value."
Lin Chaoyang smiled and said: "You are joking, who doesn't like money? It's a pity that my Ping An buckle has no origin, otherwise I can make a windfall."
He said that the Ping'an button had no origin, but it was just a modest comment. It did have an origin, and it was not small. This jade Ping'an button was a gift from Emperor Daoguang to his eldest daughter, Princess Duanming Gulun.
However, Lin Chaoyang had no intention of cashing in. He was out for a visit, and he suddenly had such a large amount of money, and he couldn't explain it clearly.
Seeing Lin Chaoyang's relaxed expression and humorous tone, although he said he wanted to make a fortune, his eyes were clear and without any desire, Zhuang Zhongwen couldn't help but look at him differently.
"Mr. Lin likes jade and jade?"
"It's not that I like it, I just have a bit of a collecting habit. I collect some antiques, calligraphy and paintings."
After listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, Zhuang Zhongwen came to talk about sex and asked him to talk about his collection experience.
Lin Chaoyang noticed that when he was chatting with Zhuang Zhongwen, the eyes of the accompanying WS personnel would linger on him from time to time.
The two chatted for a long time, and Zhuang Zhongwen said: "Mr. Lin's antique sutra recitation is much better than mine."
Zhuang Chongwen also has a hobby of collecting antiques, but a busy person like him cannot collect things by himself, and his eyesight is limited, and the money he spends on collecting is much more expensive than ordinary people.
Lin Chaoyang said politely, and Zhuang Zhongwen extended an invitation to him, "If you have time this time, you can come to my house and taste my collections."
"Thank you Mr. Zhuang for your kindness. Unfortunately, our itinerary is relatively fixed this time."
Zhuang Chongwen smiled and said: "Understand, understand. We will communicate with Tibetan friends again when we have the opportunity."
It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon when the banquet ended. There were no other exchange activities today and it was still early. Several young people in the delegation suggested to the leader, Xiao Jun, to go out for a walk.
Xiao Jun discussed with the WS staff for a while and agreed to everyone's suggestion, but they could only go shopping in the mall together.
Lin Chaoyang was not interested in participating in the group activities, but he thought that he would definitely bring some gifts back to his family this time, so he might as well take this opportunity to go shopping.
The last day of their trip is free time. If they all rush to buy things on that day, they will inevitably be in a hurry.
Before leaving the hotel, Lin Chaoyang told Xiao Jun that he wanted to go to the Bank of China to withdraw some money, so Xiao Jun sent Jin Ying and Li Guowen to accompany him.
Lin Chaoyang's foreign exchange was all stored in the Bank of China account. He went to the bank and took out all 6,600 Hong Kong dollars. Anyway, these foreign exchanges are not usually used, so he might as well take this opportunity to spend a lot and bring more things to his family.
go back.
Since 1969, banknotes issued by the Xiangjiang government have ceased to circulate. Today's currency issuance in Xiangjiang is issued by HSBC and Standard Chartered Bank, with the largest face value being 1,000 yuan.
The money Lin Chaoyang took out was all in denominations of 100 yuan. They were stacked together in a small pile. It was not too thick, but it still surprised Jin Ying.
"Chaoyang, where did you get so many Hong Kong dollars?"
After she finished speaking, she realized that she had asked a stupid question, "By the way, your novel has been published in Xiangjiang. Is this the royalties?"
"Yes. I kept more than 6,000 yuan at that time, and it happened to come in handy this time."
"You want to spend all this money?" Jin Ying was surprised again.
"It's a rare occasion to go out and bring something back to your family, otherwise the money will be useless."
Lin Chaoyang's understatement made Jin Ying and Li Guowen envious.
"That's great. With so many Hong Kong dollars, you should be able to buy a lot of things, right?"
"It depends on what you buy. If you use this money to buy gold, it may not be as big as your finger." Lin Chaoyang said jokingly.
Jin Ying couldn't help but burst out happy when she heard this, "You are still rich, so you have come to Xiangjiang to buy gold!"
"Comrade Jin Ying, don't you know this? Gold in Xiangjiang is cheaper than in the mainland." Lin Chaoyang said.
Jin Ying was surprised, "Is it cheaper than ours?"
She thought that prices in Xiangjiang were high, so everything was expensive. She didn't expect that the price of gold here was actually lower than in China.
Seeing the two of them talking about gold with great interest, Li Guowen couldn't help but said, "Do you really want to buy gold?"
Jin Ying and Lin Chaoyang looked at each other and laughed. Although gold is good, its practicality is too low. You must bring something useful back.
The three of them went to join the large group and wandered out until dinner time, but no one bought anything.
There is no other reason than that the stuff is too expensive.
A bowl of noodles costs 10.8 Hong Kong dollars, and the subsidy for a visit is only 80 Hong Kong dollars. Even if you want to buy some decent gifts, it's not enough.
Several members of the delegation went out of their way to exchange some Hong Kong dollars before coming. Everyone earned tens to hundreds of Hong Kong dollars, and even after shopping for a long time, they couldn't bring themselves to buy anything.
After walking around the Harbor City in Tsim Sha Tsui, everyone had lost the excitement they had when they first arrived, and felt depressed due to the price of goods in a capitalist society.
Walking outside the mall, Lin Chaoyang pointed to the huge poster hanging outdoors.
"This trip is not in vain, you can visit Miss Xiangjiang!"
Everyone looked up and saw on the facade of Harbor City, a girl with a face full of collagen, fashionable clothes, bright makeup, a hairpin on one finger, and a charming expression.
That was the Miss Hong Kong runner-up and the most photogenic Miss Maggie Cheung selected from the Miss Xiangjiang beauty pageant that just ended.
Her poster attracted the attention of many Xiangjiang citizens, as well as members of the delegation.
Capitalism is different!
Chapter completed!