After posting this, Hou Wenjie had done everything he could.
The following morning, Hou Wenjie called Feng Hongtu:
"I plan to enter Luomen Village tonight."
Feng Hongtu on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment before saying, "Be careful in everything. I hope to see you again."
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After hanging up the phone, Hou Wenjie thought for a moment and then talked to a few people he knew well in the world.
Hou Wenjie gave Stephen Chow an idea after we talked about comedy: "Create a fictional dynasty, and the protagonist is a talented ancient scholar who has married eight wives, but he still finds himself unhappy. His published collection of poems is even used as a table leg, and he desperately wants to find a kindred spirit."
Then, one day on a stone bridge, he met a woman as beautiful as an angel. He learned that she was a maid in the Grand Tutor's mansion, so he sold himself into servitude and became a servant…
Hou Wenjie gave Zhou Xingxing a general overview of the plot of "Flirting Scholar," which made Zhou Xingxing's eyes light up. He took notes from time to time and asked some constructive questions.
Looking at Zhou Xingxing, who had fully matured, Hou Wenjie felt a pang of nostalgia. He had given him the stage name Zhou Xingxing with a touch of nostalgia, and Zhou Xingxing had indeed done very well, without the arrogance that comes with instant fame.
Hou Wenjie likes this kind of personality. No one can predict what will happen in the future, but at least a person like this won't suffer a major setback.
Hou Wenjie then found Zhan Chengwen.
When they found him, he was teaching students to write calligraphy at the village primary school.
After letting the students study on their own, the two went together to Zhan Chengwen's dormitory at the back of the classroom. The room was simply furnished with a desk, a bed, and a wardrobe.
On the bedside table was a copy of "The Last Republic," and next to it was an old table with a modern poem written in calligraphy on a sheet of Xuan paper.
Opening the back door of the dormitory, you'll find many trees planted behind the building, creating a large shady area. Only a few rays of sunlight filter through the leaves, so it's not too scorching.
Cicadas were chirping in the trees, and a refreshing breeze occasionally blew through the woods.
Hou Wenjie sat down on a stone bench under the shade of a tree and discussed the ancient history of various countries with Zhan Chengwen, from slavery to feudalism, from constitutional monarchy to democratic republic.
They also talked about other things, from the earliest sacrificial poems to modern poetry, from philosophical works to modern psychology.
Finally, the two talked about calligraphy and paintings by famous people from modern times. Zhan Chengwen pulled Hou Wenjie aside and said with a smile, "Boss, it's rare to meet you today, how about you write me a piece of calligraphy?"
Hou Wenjie did not refuse, watching as Zhan Chengwen moved the old wooden table into the woods and then spread Xuan paper on it again.
Thinking about the strange resurgence now, and recalling what he had said to Zhan Chengwen, Hou Wenjie picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the paper:
[When the earth is struck by wind and thunder, spirits are born from piles of white bones.]
Monks, though foolish, can still be taught; demons, though evil spirits, will surely bring disaster.
The golden monkey wields its mighty cudgel, clearing the jade sky of dust for ten thousand miles.
Today we cheer for the Great Sage Sun Wukong, only because the demonic fog has returned.
After writing this line of poetry, Hou Wenjie left.
Then he found Watson. Watson was fiddling with his newly made smart bathing machine.
Hou Wenjie and Hua Disheng chatted about some ingenious ideas about invention.
At the end of the conversation, Hou Wenjie gave him a suggestion: "The cars we use now are all gasoline-powered, but fuel is limited."
I think you could build an electric car, preferably a solar-powered one, so that in the future, humans can easily travel to other planets by solar-powered electric cars.
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After leaving Hua Disheng's workshop, Hou Wenjie found Wang Hui, the doll sister, who was preparing for a live broadcast.
"Brother Jie, what brings you here?" Wang Hui was pleasantly surprised, as the two rarely met in private.
Hou Wenjie smiled and said, "Look at you, you're making money for me too. Whether I can drive luxury cars and live in mansions depends on you!"
Wang Hui rolled her eyes at him: "You've really become a big capitalist, huh?"
Hou Wenjie looked at the product brochures she was still holding and asked, "So, how do you feel about this job?"
Wang Hui thought for a moment: "It's even more tiring than before. I have to remember a lot of things, select good products, learn how to introduce products better and more clearly, learn to manage everyone's emotions, and also adjust my own emotions when faced with various negative comments."
Before I started, I thought live-streaming e-commerce was very simple. But the longer I do it, the more difficult it becomes to do it better.
"Brother Jie, can you teach me?"
Hou Wenjie smiled and looked at Wang Hui, saying:
"I might not be as good as you at live-streaming e-commerce. All I can give you is advice on how to do things, and that is to be sincere!"
A false persona will eventually crumble; only by genuinely putting yourself in the customer's shoes can this business last!
Think more about the hardships you've faced in the past, and you'll remember that many users in the live stream are just like you once were. They save money and face the crisis of unemployment, just to be able to buy some cheap and practical things.
Remembering the hardships of the past will help you understand better that in this society where every moment is tainted with falsehood, sometimes, a little sincerity from you can truly help and comfort them.
After listening attentively to Hou Wenjie's words, Wang Hui looked at him with her big, watery eyes and said, "Thank you, Brother Jie!"
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After bidding farewell to all the familiar faces, Hou Wenjie drove away from Yunmengze.
Several hours later, he arrived at his destination.
Luomen Village, Yangshan Town, Dachuan City.
Hou Wenjie showed his identification and pass to the guards and then entered the deserted village.
It was already dusk.
The crimson glow on the horizon resembled the most beautiful woman dancing in her colorful robes, filling half the sky and presenting a breathtaking scene that was impossible not to be captivated by.
Hou Wenjie was not at all intoxicated, because in this summer twilight, in this village, he could not hear the cicadas chirping or the birds singing; it was deathly silent.
This is a truly dead village. There are no people, nor the sounds of any living creatures such as insects, birds, or beasts.
In this Jiangnan region, the air should be scorching hot at dusk in summer. Yet, as the afterglow of the setting sun falls, it brings no warmth whatsoever.
Hou Wenjie walked forward and saw the corpses of various birds, beasts, and insects on the ground.
There were mice, frogs, cicadas, sparrows…
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