Director Wang's Reminder

Huang Wenbin arrived at Wang Yang's office.

There were already several people inside, some familiar faces and some unfamiliar ones.

He recognized familiar faces: Wang Ying, the deputy editor-in-chief of Foshan Literature and Art, and Fu Qi, a Hong Kong left-wing filmmaker, along with a young man with long hair and a chubby face.

Huang Wenbin nodded slightly to these people, then looked at Wang Yang: "Factory Manager, what meeting did you call me here for?"

Factory Director Wang was taken aback: "When did I call you to a meeting?"

"That's what Editor Liang said," Huang Wenbin said, puzzled. "He also said you weren't in a good mood."

Factory Director Wang seemed to have thought of something, and waved his hand, saying, "I am indeed not in a good mood, but we'll talk about that later. Let me introduce you to a few people first."

Huang Wenbin said, "No need for introductions, I know both of them, only this long-haired brother is someone I haven't seen before."

The long-haired young man immediately stood up and subconsciously bowed to Huang Wenbin, saying, "My name is Xu Xiaoming, and I am..."

He didn't know how to introduce himself for a moment. No matter how he said it, it sounded a bit like boasting. So he looked at Fu Qi.

Fu Qi chuckled and introduced him, "Although Xiaoming is only in his twenties, he is already a well-known screenwriter and director at RTV, as well as a stuntman. He has directed many martial arts films, all of which were quite successful."

It really was him!

When Huang Wenbin first saw the young man's face, he felt a strange sense of familiarity, but he couldn't quite place it.

Because Xu Xiaoming looks very different now compared to when he's older.

At this time, he still had some baby fat, and even with his long, bowl-cut hairstyle, he still couldn't hide the childishness on his face.

After he turned thirty, he started to gain weight and gradually became quite different from how he looks now.

Hello, hello!

Huang Wenbin nodded to Xu Xiaoming, then extended his hand: "My name is Huang Wenbin, and I am a writer and screenwriter."

"Are you the author of 'The Invincible Benevolent Wong Fei-hung,' Young Ah Bin?"

Xu Xiaoming was also somewhat surprised; he never expected that the author of "The Invincible Benevolent Huang Feihong" was such a young man.

"Yes." Director Wang's eyes were filled with pride. "He has also written many other mature works. For example, the screenplay 'Shaolin Temple' was noticed by Hong Kong director Zhang Xinyan. Just a few days ago, the great director Li Hanxiang even asked him to write a screenplay."

He already knew about Huang Wenbin writing martial arts novels, but he felt it was a bit of a frivolous pursuit and didn't interfere.

"Didn't Director Li go to America?" Xu Xiaoming was startled.

Director Wang said calmly, "Director Li is very patriotic. He is well-known internationally and wants to help the film industry in mainland China. There's no need to hide that. However, for his safety, please don't spread this word yet."

"I understand." Xu Xiaoming nodded, slowly digesting the news. At the same time, an idea popped into his mind: Could I also co-produce movies with the mainland?

"These three are here to see you." Factory Director Wang turned to Huang Wenbin and said, "I won't say any more, you two talk."

Huang Wenbin looked at the three of them and asked, "I wonder what business you have with me?"

"Brother Wang, you go first," Fu Qi said with a smile to Wang Ying. "I was asked by Brother Zhu to bring Xiaoming here to meet this little boy."

Wang Ying smiled gratefully at Fu Qi, then turned to Huang Wenbin and said, "It's like this, because of your novel, the circulation of *Foshan Literature* jumped from 3,000 copies to 300,000. The royalties were calculated last month, but I haven't had time to send them over. This time, I'm here to commission another manuscript, deliver the royalties, and also to discuss the publication of the novel."

As he spoke, he handed the royalty statement to Huang Wenbin.

Huang Wenbin took it and saw that it was less than four thousand yuan.

In the past, Huang Wenbin might have been a little excited, but after witnessing Li Heizi's wealth and power, his standards unknowingly rose.

After listening, Huang Wenbin thought for a moment and then said, "For the next manuscript, do you want to continue writing about Huang Feihong's story, or about someone else?"

"Huang Feihong is selling like hotcakes, so it would be best to continue his story," Wang Ying quickly said.

"That works too." Huang Wenbin nodded. "I already have an idea, and I can finish writing it in the next couple of days. I've also agreed to the novel's publication; the payment will still be calculated the same way as before."

Wang Ying laughed and slapped her thigh, "That's great!"

Huang Wenbin's novel not only revived their magazine, but also propelled it to its peak. "Foshan Literature" has even spread to Southeast Asia.

Before his arrival, he was even received by a high-ranking official from Guangdong Province, who said that their magazine was well-run and had directly increased the city's profile.

Given his abilities, Huang Wenbin didn't take the opportunity to raise his royalties, which is truly commendable.

"I'll call you Brother Xiaoming, is that offensive?" Huang Wenbin finished dealing with Wang Ying's matter and then looked at Xu Xiaoming: "I wonder what brings you here?"

Xu Xiaoming laughed: "How could calling me 'brother' be offensive?"

Then, he changed the subject and pointed at Wang Ying, saying, "The reason I came to see you is actually because of the novel you published in Foshan Literature and Art. I was deeply moved and inspired after reading it."

I've always wanted to make a film like this, but most of the martial arts films made in Hong Kong before were just about revenge and treasure hunting, which lacked depth. I wanted to change that, but I couldn't find a breakthrough. Until I saw your "The Invincible Wong Fei-hung," it was a revelation, so I had to meet you and have a good chat with you.

Huang Wenbin said, "Are you busy? If not, you can stay here for a few days and we can chat slowly."

"Is this okay?" Xu Xiaoming asked, somewhat surprised.

Huang Wenbin looked at Director Wang and said softly, "This guy is a prodigy. He also has resources in Hong Kong. Maybe we can get him to make a few movies or TV series."

Factory Director Wang frowned slightly because Xu Xiaoming was from Hong Kong and had to stay in a hotel with foreign connections.

But upon hearing Huang Wenbin's words, his eyes immediately lit up, and he waved his hand, saying, "You can stay, stay as long as you want, I'll take responsibility for anything that happens."

Then he called Liang Xiaosheng over: "Go and help Comrade Xu Xiaoming with the check-in procedures."

Liang Xiaosheng was speechless. When did I become a receptionist at the guesthouse?

However, he didn't dare to make a scene, so he still asked Xu Xiaoming for all sorts of documents and went to help him with the procedures.

With his business done, Huang Wenbin naturally went back to his room to continue writing. He had a lot of manuscripts to finish, and he wouldn't feel at ease until he did.

Soon, Liang Xiaosheng helped Xu Xiaoming complete the check-in procedures, and he moved directly into room 403 next to Huang Wenbin's room.

As Huang Wenbin was about to leave the office, Director Wang suddenly pulled him aside and said with a serious expression, "I just received a call from Editor-in-Chief Wei of People's Literature Publishing House. Your novel has caused quite a bit of controversy. The manuscript has already been submitted to the Writers' Association and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. I've inquired and it's possible that they might call you for a meeting after the Writers' Congress. Please be aware of this."

Huang Wenbin: "Huh?"