Chapter 139 Readers Request Update
"Ring, ring, ring~"
After the bell rang, Professor Zhou was about to leave the podium when many students rushed to the front and chased him to ask questions.
Professor Zhou was not impatient, but patiently answered the students' questions.
After several students finished asking questions about study, Sun Xianjin suddenly asked, "Professor Zhou, I heard from senior students that for a long time in the future, we will focus on economic development. Is that true?"
Professor Zhou hesitated for a few seconds and said cautiously: "I think it is possible. The relevant issues were discussed at the just concluded congress. You students have great potential in the future."
"It's actually true? That's great."
“.”
Li Ye, carrying his schoolbag, walked around a few excited classmates and went out to the library.
Li Ye knows better than anyone what the future holds.
In the tide of epoch-making changes, students in the Department of Economics certainly have great potential.
The "senior classmate" that Sun Xiankou mentioned was actually him, Li Ye.
Nowadays, the students with the highest scores all go to study popular majors such as Chinese. When these students in the Economics Department hear that they are about to catch up with good times, how can they not be excited?
"Li Ye, wait a moment."
Class monitor Zhen Rongrong chased after him and asked, "The get out of class just ended and you were in a hurry to leave. Why didn't you discuss it with your classmates? It's not good for you to be unsociable."
Li Ye smiled and said, "I'm not a loner. You see, I usually get along well with most of my classmates, don't I?
I just don’t like discussing politics. It’s pointless to argue until you get angry.”
After entering the school, Li Ye heard from senior classmates about the sharp accusations between Peking University and Tsinghua University.
People from Peking University laugh at people from Tsinghua University for being old-fashioned, and that is indeed the case. Now there are regulations on the hair length of female students at Tsinghua University, and all you see is short hair that reaches the ears.
People from Tsinghua University also despised people from Peking University for being lax, bureaucratic, and keen on politics.
Li Ye has a deep understanding of this point. It seems that all the current Peking University students have the spirit of "taking the world as their own responsibility".
For example, at the 12th National Congress that ended not long ago, the old man proposed the theory of "Chinese characteristics", and they were able to discuss it for half a day, and they were really passionate about it.
But Li Ye always felt that this was like three brothers who didn't have 10,000 yuan in their pockets discussing whether to buy a Mercedes-Benz or a BMW. It was somewhat out of touch with reality.
Instead of arguing about whether it is a capitalist issue, it is better to do some practical things with our feet on the ground, increase tax revenue for the country, and increase prosperity.
Zhen Rongrong was stunned, then whispered: "You can't say that. The future of those of us who study economics is closely related to policy changes.
Everyone is also concerned about whether they can make greater contributions to the motherland."
Li Ye said helplessly: "Maybe! I am actually concerned about policies, but I think it is better to learn more professional knowledge than to waste too much time on talking."
In fact, Li Ye pays more attention to current affairs and policies than others.
For example, just a few days ago, the old man met with the Iron Lady, Margaret Thatcher, and clearly stated his position on the Hong Kong issue, that 97 must return.
This is what Li Ye is concerned about.
No one realized that the Iron Lady, who had been tough in the world for many years, would fall on the steps of the Great Hall.
No one expected that 84 years later, the "Pengcheng Speed" would shock the whole world.
A big part of the reason why Li Ye made preparations in Pengcheng was to welcome the "Pengcheng speed" phenomenon in a few years.
But it would definitely be better if we could reach out to Hong Kong Island a year or two earlier.
Zhen Rongrong had no idea what Li Ye was thinking. She just felt that after the small conflict some time ago, Li Ye had suddenly "become quiet". He would either lower his head to write articles or be in a daze, and he had less communication with his classmates.
This made her feel a little guilty.
"Where are you going, Li Ye?"
"I'm going to the post office to mail a letter."
"I'm going to see if there are any new stamps, and I'll tell you something on the way."
Zhen Rongrong followed Li Ye and asked, "You don't join any clubs?"
Li Ye said: "Not yet, what's wrong?"
Zhen Rongrong said: "You'd better join one, and you should also pay attention to class activities. You signed up for the 3000-meter event, but no one has seen you running recently. Also.
These will affect your moral education score, which is very relevant to your admission review and scholarship. "
"You are the only one in our class who didn't join the group. It's not good for you to always hold us back. What I said may not sound nice, but what Teacher Mu said was even harsher than what I said!"
Zhen Rongrong listed many of Li Ye's "little problems" in one breath, which shocked Li Ye.
Are there so many requirements to become an outstanding Peking University student?
Li Ye had no choice but to nod repeatedly to make Zhen Rongrong feel that his persuasion was effective before he gave up.
Kyoto University has a special Kyoto University Post and Telecommunications Office near the Great Hall, which makes it convenient for students to send letters, subscribe to magazines, collect stamps, etc.
There are a lot of people at the Peking University Post and Telecommunications Office today. Li Ye has to mail a thick manuscript, and Zhen Rongrong, who likes stamp collecting, wants to go and see stamps.
Li Ye said: "You can ask if there are any monkey stamps left. I think they are printed very well and may appreciate in value in the future."
But Zhen Rongrong said, "I already have the Monkey stamps. Besides, the stamps from two years ago are not available now!"
It was already the end of 1981 when Li Ye came, and he only found a few monkey stamps from 1980 at the Qingshui County Post Office.
But when he looked at the situation at the Kyoto University Post and Telecommunications Office, he estimated that there was not much stock.
Because this place is not as deserted as the Qingshui County Post Office, where you have to queue up to send a letter.
Li Ye thought that he should use a camera to take a picture of the scene and leave it for future generations to see.
Look at this small post office, how it carries all the longings of tens of thousands of Beijing university students for distant places.
Only those who have personally experienced this era know the meaning of "a letter from home is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
Especially those older students who were admitted in the past few years, they expressed their love to their lovers from afar with just a few words of paper.
It takes five days to send a letter and five days to reply, which means a round trip of ten days. If you don't receive a reply on time, many people may suffer from insomnia, thinking about their wives and children in bed and can only cry silently.
For example, a guy in front of Li Ye had already bought envelopes and stamps, but suddenly he spread out the letter paper, took out a pen and scribbled on it, and revised it for a long time before putting the letter paper into the envelope, affixing the stamp on it, and sending it off.
In later generations, emails and WeChat messages can be deleted and revised at any time if they are wrong, but writing letters is not so convenient.
With all the scribbles and smudges, a page of letter may end up being very ugly.
But the uglier the letter, the more valuable it is.
Because every sentence above has been carefully considered, and every word is filled with longing.
Li Ye felt that there was something similar to "piety" on that guy's face.
. . . . .
When it was Li Ye's turn to send the letter, a student in the queue behind him suddenly asked, "Brother, are you submitting this? Judging from the thickness, is it a novella?"
Li Ye was filling in the recipient's address when he heard the question and said, "Well, it's a hobby, and I want to earn some royalties."
"Haha, brother, you are really optimistic," the buddy behind him smiled kindly and said, "Are you a freshman? Have you joined any clubs?"
"Not yet." Li Ye was a little surprised and asked, "How do you know I'm a freshman?"
Because Li Ye had not yet completed the mailing address, he only wrote the school address of Peking University but did not write the specific class.
The guy pointed at Li Ye's mailing address and said, "Isn't that obvious? Only freshmen will strictly follow the address given by the teacher. In fact, you can remove the four words 'Western Suburbs of Beijing' and it will still be received."
Li Ye looked down and couldn't help but smile.
Beijing University in the western suburbs of Beijing, Haidian District, Beijing. Isn’t it interesting?
I finally got passed the exam to the capital city from the county, but it turned out to be in a rural area in the western suburbs, hahahaha.
Li Ye smiled and sent the manuscript away, but the student behind him said, "Brother, wait for me for a while, let's chat."
Li Ye nodded. He thought that he could find out a lot of things by chatting with an old student.
The guy was very fast. After he came out, he smiled and said to Li Ye: "I'm level 80 in ancient literature. What about you?"
Li Ye also smiled and stretched out his hand: "82 World Economy, Li Ye."
"Oh, we are actually from the same family?" The man shook hands with Li Ye happily: "My name is Li Huaisheng, come on, our literature club is having an event today, I'll take you over to have a look."
Li Ye hesitated and said, "I'm not ready to join the club yet, and I don't know how to write poetry or songs."
"Who says that those who study ancient literature have to write poetry?" Li Huaisheng said with a smile: "We are both novel lovers, otherwise why would I hit it off with you right away?
Besides, we are not kidnappers, how can we force you to join us?"
Li Ye finally understood why Li Huaisheng asked him whether the letter he was sending was a novel.
Since the other party said so, Li Ye had no choice but to give face, so he followed Li Huaisheng towards the Chinese Department.
After walking two steps, Li Ye suddenly asked, "Brother, is there a Naoto Nakamura in your Chinese department?"
"Yes! Which class are you from in Chinese Language and Literature? What's wrong?"
"It's okay. I went to the dance that day and found out that there are chrysanthemum people here too. They're just a little weird."
Li Ye covered up the past without leaving a trace.
But Li Huaisheng took two steps and said hesitantly: "Brother, if you want to make friends with that Nakamura, I won't take you to our literature club."
“.”
Li Ye was stunned for a moment, then slowly smiled and said, "My grandfather killed Japanese soldiers, so I am a little surprised."
"You should have said it earlier," Li Huaisheng reached out and grabbed Li Ye's shoulder, and said as they walked, "But don't show your emotions. Naoto Nakamura is very familiar with Vice Minister Liu of the Student Union."
"Which Vice Minister Liu?"
"Liu Chunbo."
Oh, isn't this right?
. . . . . . .
Li Ye's manuscript started from Beijing and traveled 800 kilometers by train and bus before finally arriving at the Blue Ocean Publishing House in the island city.
"Editor-in-chief, Seven Inch Blade has received a package. I think it should be the manuscript."
"It's really rare. He's finally diligent for once. If he continues to be so slow, I'll have to rush over to urge him to finish his manuscript."
Dong Yuejin took the parcel, opened it and saw that it was indeed the manuscript of the sequel to "The North Wind Flying".
With just a quick flip, Dong Yuejin was sure that this time there were at least 30,000 words.
"Very good, very good. The new style of this issue will surely satisfy the readers. However, even the best horse needs to be whipped twice."
Dong Yuejin smiled and said to his men, "Xiaolu, send all the letters from readers to Seven-inch Blade, and make that guy take action.
How can 30,000 words a month be enough? It should be at least 50,000. It’s not like we can’t afford it.”
Xiaolu said with a smile: "Editor-in-chief, what about our bonus this month?"
Dong Yuejin waved his hand and said, "Ten yuan, ten yuan per person."
Xiaolu immediately praised loudly: "Editor-in-chief is wise, editor-in-chief is generous, editor-in-chief, you have a bright future."
"Go away~"
. . . . .
After walking out of the small path, Dong Yuejin happily took out Li Ye's letter and read it carefully.
After the release of "New Wind" at the end of last month, Mr. Dong was very nervous. After all, he had no idea whether the reputation of Seven Inch Blade would be successful.
But the response was unexpectedly good, and the monthly magazine "New Wind" was urgently reprinted.
Then a large number of readers wrote to urge for updates, and some anxious readers requested that "Xinfeng" be published as a biweekly magazine.
Considering that not long ago, this monthly magazine was almost cancelled, Dong Yuejin must have felt emotional.
There is great potential in the field of historical novels.
The historical heritage of Dazhonghua is irresistible!
"Um?"
Dong Yuejin was stunned for a moment after opening another letter from Li Ye.
Because Li Ye's tone was similar to the one he wrote to Li Ye a month ago.
[Brother Dong, I work so hard for you, but when will you serve the big cake you painted for me? Are your relationships in Hong Kong still reliable?]
Dong Yuejin chuckled and began to write back to Li Ye.
[Brother Li Ye, your manuscript has been sent, but international mail has been delayed, so please wait patiently.]
(End of this chapter)
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