Wang De'an never made another phone call to inquire about the book number.
He devoted all his energy to the public welfare activity of "finding people around us to solve our problems".
He personally led the team and knocked on the door of Jiangcheng TV Station.
The negotiation process went incredibly smoothly.
When the TV station director heard that the activity was initiated by teacher "Jian Shen",
The decision was made on the spot, listing it as a key project to be supervised for the year, and a special program team was established.
The news has spread.
Jiangcheng University, Professor Li Yuanchao's office.
"interesting!"
After listening to Wang Dean's phone call, Li Yuanchao first scolded him.
Then, he burst into a hearty laugh.
"This insight is so profound, it's fascinating!"
He did not hesitate at all:
"Old Wang, count me in. I'll be the cultural consultant for this event, and I won't take a single penny!"
That afternoon, Professor Li Yuanchao updated his personal social media with a new post.
Literature should not be confined to ivory towers. It should enter the world, embracing real suffering and warmth. Professor Jian Shen's actions are truly commendable!
The east wind has risen.
The promotional video for Jiangcheng TV.
Like a virus, it swept across the city's buses, subways, and outdoor screens.
"You are the next person to solve my problems."
This advertising slogan, accompanied by the heartwarming illustrations of "Miracles of the Namiya General Store," is ubiquitous.
Following this, official media outlets stepped in to endorse it.
In an in-depth report published by the Jiangcheng Evening News,
At the end of the article, the reporter seemingly casually mentioned a sentence.
It is understood that the inspiration for this large-scale public welfare activity came from the single-volume edition of "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store," which has warmed the hearts of countless people.
Its publication process is currently stalled at the approval stage for some unknown reason.
In short, it's like a spark thrown into boiling oil.
Public opinion exploded.
[Are you kidding me? A book that saved lives can't be published?!]
[Am I seeing things? Approval is stalled? If this book has problems, then what book doesn't?]
There's definitely something fishy going on here! @Jiangsu Provincial Publishing Bureau, speak up! This must be investigated thoroughly!
The wind direction is starting to get out of control.
Just as this wind was blowing stronger and stronger,
Jiangcheng TV broadcast a special interview during its prime-time evening news slot.
Accompanied by staff from the Women's Federation,
Xiaoduo's mother gave an interview with her back to the camera.
Her voice choked with emotion, and she couldn't continue speaking several times.
He just kept repeating, "Thank you, thank you to all the kind people."
At the end of the interview, the reporter handed over the microphone.
It was handed over to that tiny figure off-camera.
In the picture, a small hand nervously clutches the hem of a garment.
A tender, timid voice clearly echoed throughout every household.
"Thank you, Grandpa Namiya, thank you, Professor Mifumi, and... and all the uncles and aunts who helped us."
"boom!"
In front of the television, countless viewers were instantly overwhelmed with emotion.
This wind completely turned into a hurricane that swept across the entire province.
The wind swept from Jiangcheng all the way to Jinling.
Jiangsu Provincial Department of Culture and Publicity.
At an internal meeting on the development of spiritual civilization,
While listening to a report, a senior leader suddenly looked up and gazed at the bureau chief in charge of publishing.
"By the way, the 'Miracles of the Namiya General Store' in Jiangcheng has been getting a lot of good feedback lately."
His tone was indifferent, as if he were chatting casually.
Why hasn't this book been published yet?
The meeting room fell silent instantly.
...
Jinling, Publishing Bureau.
The office of Zhao Chuliang, the director of the approval department.
The phone has been ringing non-stop since morning.
Initially, it was just a few familiar publishing house presidents who inquired indirectly.
Later, it turned into "concern" from leaders of other departments within the bureau.
Zhao Chuliang sat in the chair, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
He recalled what Fang Zhenyun had said at the dinner table a few days earlier.
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