Chapter 179 Youth Travel

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 azure sky.

"parking!"

He waved to the driver, the car squeaked to a stop on the road, he rolled down the window and waved at the rear of the car.

A car followed behind and stopped next to his car.

"Brother Hanlin, how are you?"

The car window opposite also rolled down, revealing a smiling face: "Brother Tonghe, how are you?"

"It has been seven years since I last saw Brother Hanlin. I never expected that we would be able to meet again today. I am so happy, so happy!"

"And it's because of your son's work that we're reunited. It's so touching. Brother Tonghe, the last time you published a work, it's been... five years, right?"

Shi Tonghe nodded, with a smile on his face, and sighed: "Alas, my white hair hangs down in vain, and old age is approaching. After all, I am too old. The wave behind has risen, how dare the wave in front stand in the way?"

"Brother Hanlin" in the opposite car stopped smiling and said, "An old horse in the stable still has ambitions to run a thousand miles."

"Alas, I am no longer a teenager!"

As the two were sighing, they suddenly heard a shout from behind: "Are you still going or not? You're blocking the road!"

Shi Tonghe put away his expression and said, "Brother Hanlin, why don't you come to my car and have a chat?"

"well."

The two of them sat in the back seat, closed the windows, and chatted much more openly than before.

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

Shi Tonghe shook his head: "There is no other way. I have a son in my old age. If I don't worry about him, what else can I ask for next?"

"Yes, you have won all the awards you deserve, except for the Nobel Prize. I don't want anything else."

Shi Tonghe shook his head: "I have no chance of winning the Nobel Prize. And I have never won any foreign awards. In comparison, I am not as good as Mo Yan and Yu Hua."

“Brother Hanlin”’s full name is Fang Hanlin. He was once a well-known editor of “Modern” and is now the editor-in-chief of “Gexing”. 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, Fang Hanlin has been in semi-retirement since he became the editor-in-chief of "Ge Xing" magazine, so it is not easy to invite him.

You can't buy off people of this level by offering them any benefits. They are waiting to retire, so there's no need for them to work hard and risk ruining their reputation.

Shi Tonghe was able to invite him out of retirement by playing the emotional card.

The two had collaborated several times and published several good works. At that time, both were in the rising period of their lives, so the memories were full of halo, very beautiful, and recalled the glorious years in the past.

Fang Hanlin said: "You are too modest. Your works are no worse than theirs in terms of quality and literary quality."

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

Fang Hanlin sighed and said, "I understand how you feel. When I was young, I didn't know why my father was so busy. When I reached this age, I ended up living the same life as him, all for the sake of my children."

"It's all for the children. A ruthless person doesn't necessarily mean he is a hero."

"How can Lianzi not be a husband?"

The two smiled at each other.

Shi Tonghe felt that some things didn't need to be said in detail, because saying them in detail would make them less beautiful. He was willing to maintain a tacit understanding with Fang Hanlin, so he left some blank space in his words. The two chatted for a while and started talking about family matters.

"You seemed quite excited just now. Did something happen?"

"Brother Tonghe really understands me." Fang Hanlin couldn't help but smile. "We recently discovered a very good new talent and we really want to recruit him. It just so happens that someone in our editorial department knows that person, so we think we should be able to get him a manuscript." "Oh?"

Shi Tonghe raised his eyebrows when he heard this. A very good new talent, could he be better than Shi Shuqiu?

"Who is it? How do you know he's a good new talent?"

Fang Hanlin suddenly became enthusiastic when talking about work, and his speech speed increased: "This person has just published his work for less than a year, and it was published in "Get", and it was even the headline. Wow, guess what? It's a long article with 20 words."

"20?" Shi Tonghe narrowed his eyes. "I guess only Get Magazine dares to do this in the industry, right?"

"Yeah, even our Song of Songs wouldn't dare to arrange it this way," Fang Hanlin said with a smile, "and guess what? It's still unfinished! This is only the first episode!"

Shi Tonghe said: "This is indeed quite amazing. What is it called?"

"It's called Fire in the Stone."

“I asked what the author’s name was?”

"His name is... Wang. I asked my editor to be in charge of the contact. Didn't he rush to your place?" Fang Hanlin said, "As soon as Obtained came out today, our editorial department started to study Fire in the Stone. According to their analysis, it is a work of Mao Dun Literature Prize caliber."

"That's a very high evaluation!" Shi Tonghe said, "I wish you can make this author a permanent author."

Fang Hanlin shook his head: "That's a bit too difficult. I guess countless domestic magazines are trying to contact him now. Who wouldn't want to grab such a precious author? It's good enough to get a manuscript through connections. In the end, where the really heavyweight manuscripts are published depends on which magazine is more important.

"Look, even though Fire in the Stone is such a big movie, they dared to invest in Get. Who would have dared to do that before?"

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: "He's also an editor friend. He greeted me, so I had to reply."

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

"Hao Chengliang."

"From "Ancient City"?"

"Yeah. He's relatively young, so he can be considered a younger brother."

……

The flowers sparkle in the spring breeze, and the green vines are soft around the branches.

One was wearing a long flowing skirt, the other had black hair falling to her waist, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiching the prince in the middle.

However, he looked like an exile, and his steps were even more cautious than Lin Chong in the Wild Boar Forest.

If Sartre were alive, he would definitely laugh and scold him. With two beautiful women serving you, how blessed are you?

Wang Zixu would scold Sartre and tell him to go away, saying what 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 it out to check the messages. Finally, a phone call brought him relief, and he took out his cell phone as if he had been pardoned.

"Hello, Lin Feng?"

"Brother Wang, congratulations!"

Wang Zixu didn't expect that, apart from Xiao Mengyin, the first person to send him blessings today was actually Lin Feng.

"I just saw your work in Get, Fire in the Stone, the headline of the catalog. Congratulations on realizing your dream!"

"No, no, it's still very far away." Wang Zixu quickly said modestly.

(End of this chapter)

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