There are still three days until hot pot.

Li Jianghe told Qi Hanyuan and Dr. Yuwen about the customized equipment and urged them to implement it.

Maybe this is the function of circles.

So the rich are getting richer.

Li Jianghe went to the Forerunners again.

I found Qian Hua, who was leisurely sipping coffee.

"Boss, come and try this." Qian Hua poured half a cup of coffee from the small coffee pot and handed it to Li Jianghe.

"There's only half a cup left. This is..." Before Qian Hua could finish his words, he saw Li Jianghe drinking it all in one gulp.

"What's wrong?" Li Jianghe held up the empty coffee cup and looked at Qian Hua with a pained expression on his face, "I just went to the factory and forgot to drink water. I happen to be a little thirsty."

"Alas," Qian Hua sighed, "I was just about to say that this is the top-quality Blue Mountain coffee that my entrustment brought back. There is only half a cup left. Let you try it."

"It's okay, I have something to ask you. If you finish it, I'll buy you... half a catty." Li Jianghe sat down with a smile.

"Half a catty is half a catty, that's uh, less than half a pound, it's not bad." Qian Hua calculated: "I'll just say, boss, you always come to visit me for anything. What's the matter this time?"

"Do you know any writers with more appeal?" Li Jianghe got straight to the point.

"What? Boss, your thinking is too fast." Qian Hua tasted the coffee in his cup carefully: "What does it mean to be a writer with appeal?"

"Just like Lao Wang Shuo," Li Jianghe thought for a while and said.

If there is such a concept as the Beijing Circle, then Wang Shuo is basically the leader in the cultural circles of the Beijing Circle.

"Boss, you think too highly of me, don't you?" Qian Hua shook the coffee in his hand, "Where can I introduce you to Wang Shuo?"

Li Jianghe felt that this sentence sounded familiar to you because you think too highly of me.

"Then..." Before Li Jiang could say anything, he was interrupted by Qian Hua.

"Boss, don't even think about Jia Pingwa, Zhang Xianliang, Ge Fei, Han Shaogong." Qian Hua raised his hands: "You want to talk about local writers, I know some of them, these kind of national writers can be written into the history of literature, you

It’s better to spare me.”

Needless to say, Jia Pingwa.

Ge Fei, let’s put it this way, if you haven’t read his books, you haven’t studied Chinese avant-garde literature.

This is a rare great writer with a true academic background (cross-border writers are popular in this industry), a serious doctor of Mizuki Chinese.

The narrative technique is very unique, full of fragmentation and various metaphors? "Brown Birds" is still called the most mysterious novel in contemporary China.

But this excessive emphasis on narrative techniques and structure may also limit the development of this boss.

Zhang Xianliang is a famous figure in reflective literature, and his article "Greening Tree" is definitely qualified to compete for the best reflective literature work.

Han Shaogong? A master of root-seeking literature, his writing is irresistible.

"Old Qian, what do I need from you?" Li Jianghe looked at Qian Hua with contempt.

"It's really useless," Qian Hua nodded in resignation.

"Okay, then you should supervise the operation of the community," Li Jianghe said, "Don't fish all day long, it won't be fun."

"Boss, did you go fishing?" Qian Hua's focus fell entirely on the second half.

"Ah, I went fishing on the sea." Li Jianghe touched the back of his head: "As soon as I set the hook, fish come up and stick to me. It's very distressing."

"Boss, stop showing off, you're being unkind." Qian Hua looked at Li Jianghe with contempt: "You didn't even call me."

"That's someone else you call me?" Li Jianghe said.

"How do you fish in the sea?" Qian Hua was very interested.

"Just take a yacht and go to the sea. It has fishing gear and so on, so I just try fishing." Li Jianghe looked disgusted.

"Alas", Qian Hua suddenly sighed.

"What's wrong, old Qian?" Li Jianghe asked.

"It suddenly occurred to me that if you ask me to work hard, the final result is that you can go fishing on the sea on a yacht." Qian Hua lamented: "This coffee doesn't taste good anymore."

"If you work harder, maybe I won't need to rent a yacht, but drive my own yacht to go fishing on the sea." Li Jianghe patted Qian Hua: "When that day comes, I will invite you to go fishing together."

"Boss, if I want to talk about this, you should be able to speak." Qian Hua gave Li Jianghe a sad look and let him understand for himself.

"That's not right, boss." Qian Hua suddenly remembered something: "Go to your dean."

"Huh?" Li Jianghe was a little confused.

"Oh, if I am the one waving the flag for the astronomical world, then your dean is the one at the front holding the flag and directing others how to go." Qian Hua said, "You are the leader, you are useless to me.

, your dean must know people, maybe we can really invite those people."

"Besides, boss, I remember that you have a close personal relationship with your dean, right?" Qian Hua asked.

"Well, that's true." Li Jianghe didn't say that he had nothing to do, so he went to the old dean's house to cook a meal or something.

"This is the end of the matter," Qian Hua said, "I can't help."

"Then invite famous local writers to take a look, post a few posts on the Pioneer Forum, introduce something, and think of it as a free book promotion meeting for them," Li Jianghe said.

"Okay", Qian Hua nodded.

........

In the afternoon, Li Jianghe knocked on the door of the old dean's office.

"Please come in," the old dean's voice was still full of energy.

"Hey, Master." Li Jianghe pushed the door open and closed it again.

"Are you asking for leave again this time?" The old dean looked at Li Jianghe sideways.

"Look what you said." Li Jianghe took out some tea leaves and poured them for the old dean: "I'm here to see you."

"I believe it when you come to see me." The old dean picked up a ruler on the table and tapped Li Jianghe's forehead, "but if there is no other purpose, I don't believe it."

"You really have an insight into people's hearts." Li Jianghe said with a smile: "Master, I have never seen this ruler before."

"This is specially prepared for you." The old dean stood up and brought a stool to Li Jianghe: "Sit down, this ruler is older than you."

"Tell me what's going on." The old dean sat back down.

"Well..." Li Jianghe said sincerely: "If I need to trouble you, please ask an influential writer to give me a literary forum. I can just post a post on it to promote it a little bit."

"When I think about the whole country, let's be more modest. South of the Yangtze River, you are not the leader in the literary world?" Li Jianghe said with a smile.

"Hey, this is just too much flattery. If you don't learn well," the old dean tapped Li Jianghe's thigh with a ruler: "I am still a whole body away from being a leader, so you can't say such nonsense."

"Isn't the door closed?" Li Jianghe chuckled.

"It's the same when the door is closed. You have to remain in awe when writing articles and doing knowledge." The old dean said: "Don't let me take the road of crazy life. Be honest and down-to-earth. Do you understand?"

"I know, I know." Li Jianghe nodded: "I must be humble."

"Then what kind of writer are you looking for?" The old dean picked up the teacup and blew on it.
Chapter completed!