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Chapter 24 North of the Yangtze River, Zhu Lin is the most beautiful

Wei Ping'an would never have thought that the main credit for Wei Ming's ability to recite the entire poem so fluently went to him.

After retirement, Uncle Ping'an likes to write calligraphy and his small calligraphy "Ideal" is his masterpiece.

Uncle Ping An gave it to Wei Ming when he started his company, and it was hung in his office. Wei Ming looked at it every day during work and every night after get off work, and he had memorized it by heart.

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In the car, Wei Ming sat in the passenger seat, leaving all the space in the back seat to Professor Qu Yude.

She is in her forties, thin, and looks like a typical weak Jiangnan girl. It is said that she was once the most beautiful girl in Peking University, and Professor Jin had to work very hard to win her over.

Just over a decade ago, she was diagnosed with nasopharyngeal cancer and went through surgery, chemotherapy, radiotherapy, and all kinds of exercise. Although she survived, she was seriously damaged.

A man in his forties looks like he is in his fifties, and his face is left with purple spots that are very unsightly.

Professor Qu's throat problem is even more serious. The surgery made her speech unclear and sharp. She was transferred back to Peking University from Normal University this year to teach folk literature. Because of her speech problem, many students could not hear clearly and even simply skipped classes.

It was also for this reason that after getting on the bus, although she was very curious about Wei Ming, a literary genius who was discovered by Harvest at the age of 18, she did not take the initiative to speak.

However, the journey lasted more than an hour, and Wei Ming did not want to ignore the professor, so he took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Professor Qu, what meeting are you going to Shanghai to attend?" Wei Ming turned his head and asked her.

Professor Qu asked back, "Have you heard of Story Club?"

Wei Ming was stunned, and before he could reply, Master Liu Wenjie, who was driving, smiled and said, "Hey, the name of this association is quite interesting."

Wei Ming said: "If I remember correctly, the Story Club that Professor Qu mentioned is a magazine."

Professor Qu: “Yes.”

Master Liu scratched his ear and said, "I think I've heard of it. It's the storytelling club."

"Professor Qu, please continue."

Professor Qu: "Modu Literature and Art Publishing House is preparing to hold the first national symposium for storytellers since the founding of the People's Republic of China. We have invited many storytellers from all over the world, as well as scholars engaged in theoretical research in our universities. In fact, this symposium is held for the "Story Club" magazine..."

"Story Club" is a magazine founded in the early 1960s. It has a long history and used to have very good sales, with each issue having a circulation of hundreds of thousands of copies. It is deeply loved by the general public for its easy-to-understand stories.

It is not so good now, with a circulation of only tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, which is still very high compared to many pure literature magazines. But when the magazine investigated, it was found that most of the fans were subscribed by cultural units at all levels with public funds, and they were all zombie fans.

The stories in "Story Club" now have positive ideas, but they are not very watchable and ordinary people don't like them.

When Wei Ming submitted his manuscript to Harvest, he said that if it was not accepted, he could please forward it to Story Club.

He was too optimistic at the time, and estimated that "Donkey Five and Donkey Six" did not meet the current standards for accepting manuscripts from "Story Club", after all, its style was a bit evil.

Following this topic, Wei Ming talked to Professor Qu about the field of folk literature, which is her main research area. Master Liu also joined in. This authentic veteran knows a lot of folk stories.

Professor Qu even encouraged him to write it and submit it to Story Club.

But she didn't say this to Wei Ming, because anyone who could submit articles to Harvest was already a literary writer, so there was no need to be backward-compatible.

However, Wei Ming has already started thinking about what to write and submit it to "Story Club".

Earn some pocket money and let the editorial board of "Story Club" see what stories are popular among the people.

He didn't think too highly of himself. As long as Story Club paid enough and promptly, and the manuscripts were not wasted, he would be doing well. He would just change his pen name when the time came.

My real name is to write serious literature, and I have two pen names, one for popular literature and the other for fairy tales.

Walking on three legs, the plan will work!
At about ten o'clock, they arrived at Yanjing Station.

Wei Ming quickly got out of the car and took Professor Qu's suitcase and his own bag out of the trunk.

Then he leaned over the window and asked Liu Wenjie: "Master Liu, is there anything you want me to bring with me to Shanghai?"

The circulation of goods is slow these days, and many popular goods can only be bought in the south.

"Oh, this is embarrassing, it's too much trouble."

"It's okay, just tell me and I'll write it down." Wei Ming also took out a pen and a small notebook, obviously serious.

You know what, Master Liu really has something he wants to buy and he has been thinking about it for a long time.

"It is said that the ginseng and osmanthus nourishing wine in the Magic City is very powerful. It feels very strong after drinking it." He lowered his voice, "How about you bring me a bottle~"

"Is one bottle enough?"

"That's enough, I'm actually pretty strong!" Master Liu said righteously. The key is that the stuff is very expensive, Maotai is seven yuan a bottle, and this one is sixteen yuan!
Even with Master Liu's high salary, he could only buy one bottle to try.

After saying that, he took out two big unity banknotes and stuffed them into Wei Ming's pockets.

Wei Ming was startled: "One bottle or a box?"

"Sixteen dollars a bottle, you can buy yourself something with the rest."

"No, no." Wei Ming certainly couldn't take his kickback. It was estimated that Lao Liu himself didn't take it seriously. He could just put the remaining money in the wine box later.

I don’t know if Master Liu knew about this wine after watching the advertisement on Shanghai TV at the beginning of the year.

Speaking of it, this Ginseng and Cinnamon Nourishing Wine can be regarded as the first television advertisement in New China. It was also the first time that people realized the power of television advertising. It has extraordinary significance in the history of Chinese advertising.

"You are quite a good person." After Master Liu left, Professor Qu said with a smile. Although her voice was sharp, Wei Ming knew that she was praising him.

Wei Ming chuckled: "I also have something to ask you."

"What are you begging for? The school car is not something you can use just because you beg them. There are rules. You might as well ask your uncle for help." Professor Qu said clearly.

Wei Ming: "I don't dare to think about using a car. I just want to learn how to drive and get a license."

"Oh? You also want to join the Peking University team." Professor Qu thought he understood.

Nowadays, many writers are part-time writers and have another main job. After all, writing relies on inspiration and is not stable.

It's not so good to be the gatekeeper as the main job, but if you are a driver, it's quite prestigious.

After all, "stethoscope steering wheel, human resources cadre salesperson" are all very popular positions in this era.

Wei Ming didn't explain much. I said it was to prepare to buy a car in a few years. You should let me wake up and stop dreaming.

Before entering the station, the two of them had a simple meal of noodles at a restaurant outside the train station, and then went in to wait for the train.

The No. 13 express train, currently the fastest train in the country, generally only takes 21 hours to reach the Magic City.

Professor Qu's ticket was also in Wei Ming's hand. She was in soft sleeper car No. 1, and Wei Ming was in car No. 6, not too far away.

Wei Ming helped her carry her luggage and said as they walked, "Professor Qu, I'll come to see you every two hours. If you need anything, just tell me directly."

"I'm not old, I can take care of myself, you don't have to bother, as for you, we can take turns using my bed, if you feel tired, come to carriage number one and lie down for a while."

"Oh, how can that be done?"

"Of course I can't. I can't just lie down all the time. I have to move around. That's it."

Wei Ming felt very happy as he could get a soft sleeper, and the twenty hours of suffering was shortened a little.

When they arrived at the waiting hall, there were no seats left, so Professor Qu simply laid his suitcase down and sat on it, which was quite sturdy.

She asked Wei Ming: "Is the bulging bag your dry food for the day?"

Wei Ming laughed, took out the neck pillow, and put it on directly: "It will be more comfortable when sitting this way."

After studying it for a while, Professor Qu smiled and said, "This is good. I'll make one for my husband, Jin."

As the two were chatting, a woman in a military green short-sleeved shirt passed by them.

What can I say about this woman? At first glance, she is stunningly beautiful, but the more you look at her carefully, the more beautiful she becomes.

She was of medium height and slender, but not frail. Her two short braids blurred her age, making her look as if she was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

Not only Wei Ming, but even Professor Qu's eyes were attracted and they followed him for a long distance.

She seemed to think of her youth and said with emotion: "What a beauty."

Wei Ming thought, of course, as the old saying goes, north of the Yangtze River, Zhu Lin is the most beautiful.

And the person just mentioned also has a dominant position south of the Yangtze River.

Wait, it seems like she and I are on the same train!
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(End of this chapter)