Shi Tonghe's black car slowly drove into the campus. He looked out the window and saw mountains connected to buildings, and buildings connected to mountains, undulating under the blue sky.

"parking!"

He waved to the driver and the car screeched to a halt on the road. He pressed down the window and waved to the rear of the car.

A car followed him and parked next to his car.

"Brother Hanlin, you're fine!"

The window on the opposite side of the car also lowered, revealing a smiling face: "Brother Tonghe, you're welcome and safe!"

"It's been seven years since we parted ways with Brother Hanlin, right? I didn't expect that we could be reunited again today. I'm so relieved! I'm so relieved!"

"And it's because of my son's work that we reunited, which is touching. Brother Tonghe, it's been...five years since you last published a work, right?"

Shi Tonghe nodded, with a smile on his face, and sighed: "Oh, my hair is gray, and I am approaching old age. After all, I am declining. Now that the wave behind is rising, how dare the wave ahead block the way?"

"Brother Hanlin" in the opposite car stopped smiling and said: "I'm so brave, but I'm aiming for a thousand miles."

"Alas, we are no longer a teenager!"

While the two were lamenting, they suddenly heard a shout from behind: "Are you still going to go? It's blocking the road!"

Shi Tonghe put away his expression and said, "Brother Hanlin, why don't you come up to my car and talk to me?"

"well."

The two sat in the back seat and closed the window. The two of them chatted in a much more open space than before.

"Tonghe, you have put a lot of effort into paving the way for your child this time."

Shi Tonghe shook his head: "I have no choice. I will have a son when I am old. If I don't worry about him, what else can I ask for next?"

"Yes, you have won all the awards you should win. All you need is a Nobel Prize. There is nothing else you can ask for."

Shi Tonghe shook his head: "There is no chance of a Nobel Prize. And I have never won some foreign awards. In horizontal comparison, I can't compare to Mo Yan, Yu Hua and the others."

"Brother Hanlin", whose full name is Fang Hanlin, was once a well-known editor of "Modern Times" and now serves as the chief editor of "Ge Xing". He is quite famous in the literary world and is one of the heavyweights invited by Shi Tonghe.

In short, his praise was very important to Shi Shuqiu.

However, since Fang Hanlin became the editor-in-chief of "Ge Xing" magazine, he has been in a semi-retired state and is not easy to hire.

You can't buy a person of this level with any benefit. They are waiting to retire, so there is no need to risk their lives by shouting.

Shi Tonghe was able to invite him to come out because he played the emotional card.

The two have collaborated several times and published several good works. They were both in the ascendant period of their lives at that time, so their memories are full of halo and are very beautiful, recalling the glorious past.

Fang Hanlin said: "You are so humble. Your works are no worse than theirs in terms of level and academic quality."

Shi Tonghe smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No one can decide who's work is better, only time can decide. I don't want to compete with others now, I just want to do my part and help my children."

Fang Hanlin sighed and said, "I understand how you feel. When I was young, I didn't know how busy my father was, but when I reach this age, I actually live like him, all for the sake of my children."

"It's all for the sake of the children. Being ruthless doesn't necessarily mean being heroic."

"How can Lianzi not be a husband?"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Shi Tonghe felt that some words did not need to be said thoroughly, and there would be no beauty in saying them thoroughly. He was willing to maintain the tacit understanding with Fang Hanlin and left blank in his words. The two chatted for a while and began to talk about home affairs.

"I saw you were quite excited just now. Did you encounter something?"

"Brother Tonghe still understands me." Fang Hanlin couldn't hold back the smile at the corner of his mouth, "We recently found a good new talent, and we really want to recruit him. It just so happens that we know that person in the editorial department.

Yes, I guess I can get a manuscript."

"oh?"

Shi Tonghe raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Is Miao Zi, a very good newcomer, better than Shi Shuqiu?

"Who is it? How do you know it's a good newcomer?"

When Fang Hanlin talked about work, he suddenly became enthusiastic and spoke faster: "This person, less than a year after he published his work publicly, was already on the "Acquisition", and it was still the headline, good guy,

Guess what? It’s a long story with 200,000 words.”

"200,000?" Shi Tonghe narrowed his eyes slightly, "I guess only "Get" dares to do this in the industry, right?"

"Yeah, even our "Songs" wouldn't dare to arrange it like this," Fang Hanlin said with a smile, "And guess what? It's still unfinished! This is the first issue!"

Shi Tonghe said: "This is indeed a bit powerful. What is it called?"

"It's called Fire in the Stone."

"I asked what the author's name was?"

"My name is... Wang. I asked the editor below to be in charge of liaison. Didn't I come to you in a hurry?" Fang Hanlin said, "As soon as today's "Acquisition" came out, our editorial department began to study "

"Fire in the Stone", according to their analysis, it is completely a top-notch work."

"This is a very high praise!" Shi Tonghe said, "Then I wish you can win this author as a regular author."

Fang Hanlin shook his head: "That's a bit too difficult. I estimate that countless magazines in the country are now trying to contact him. Who wouldn't want to snatch up such a precious author? It would be good if he can get a manuscript with his connections. In the end

Where do people publish truly important articles? Doesn’t it depend on which magazine is the most important?

"If you look at a work as big as "Fire in the Stone", people would dare to vote for "Get". In the past, who would have dared to do this?"

Shi Tonghe lost interest in this topic, looked down at the messages on his phone, and sent a message.

After posting, he explained to Fang Hanlin: "I am also an editor friend. He said hello to me and I had to reply."

Fang Hanlin waved his hand: "It's okay. Who is it?"

"Hao Chengliang."

"From "The Ancient City"?"

"Yeah. He is relatively young and can be regarded as the younger brother."

…

The flowers are blooming in the spring breeze, and the green dills are softly wrapped around the branches.

One has a fluttering long skirt, and the other has black hair hanging down her waist, one to the left and one to the right, sandwiching Wang Zixu in the middle.

However, he looks like a thorn, and his steps are more careful than Lin Chong in the wild boar forest.

If Sartre were here, he would definitely be laughing and scolding him. If two beauties were waiting for you, how lucky would you be?

Wang Zixu scolded Sartre to go away, what do foreigners know? He swore that he had never experienced such a weird atmosphere.

During this period, the cell phone in his trouser pocket kept ringing, but he didn't dare to take out his cell phone to read the message. Finally, a phone call relieved him, and he took out his cell phone as if he had been granted amnesty.

"Hello, Lin Feng?"

"Brother Wang, congratulations!"

Wang Zixu did not expect that besides Xiao Mengyin, the first person to send blessings to him today would be Lin Feng.

"I just saw your work on "Get", "Fire in Stone", catalog headline, congratulations on realizing your dream!"

"No, no, it's still far away." Wang Zixu hurriedly humbled himself.
Chapter completed!