Wang Yong sat in the office building of Huanzhong media, looking at the messages of netizens, constantly showing a happy look.
He didn't care what the media said. The purpose of his compilation of the canon of Sinology was not to show it to the media.
What the public says is what Wang Yong cares about《 The target group of the book is the public. Even if one of the public has read it, it is worthwhile to benefit from it. What's more, most netizens support Wang Yong now?
Yao Xingchen sat opposite Wang Yong, staring at Wang Yong without blinking, as if trying to find out Wang Yong's true thoughts from Wang Yong's face.
"Don't stare at me like that. If your brother knows, I'll be beaten." Wang Yong can't help reminding Yao Xingchen.
Yao Xingchen rolled his eyes and said, "I find that I really can't understand you. Mingming shunshun Dangdang accepted the title of honorary professor of Jinghua University and did a few TV talk shows. From then on, he will become one of the most famous scholars in China. Why do you have to be a moth and add so many obstacles to yourself? "
Hearing Yao Xingchen's words, Wang Yong immediately put down his mobile phone and said solemnly, "to be a master, you can eat and drink without worry? Sorry, this is my life you imagine, not my life I want. All I've done along the way has never been to gain fame and wealth, eat and drink without worry. You don't understand the way I want to go now, but in 20, 30, 50 years, you will be amazed. "
"Is it?" Yao Xingchen frowned.
She can't see what happened 50 years later, but now she can see that Wang Yong is on the road of death.
Wang Yong smiles and doesn't answer any more. Instead, he touches his mobile phone and sends out a microblog.
"When I went downstairs to have porridge just now, several white-collar women were sitting at the next table. They don't seem very happy. They drink porridge in a dull voice and have few words.
Suddenly, a middle-aged woman stood up, pointed to a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge on the table and said: boss, why is there no lean meat in my bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge?
The boss took a look and replied: maybe it's too cooked. The lean meat is cooked.
The woman listened to the boss's explanation, but suddenly excited, loud voice: then why the other bowls of meat did not melt, only my bowl of melt? Dozens of yuan a bowl of porridge, you are so shoddy, there is no conscience?
The boss just wanted to speak, but the more she said, the more excited she was. She started to cry.
The boss was scared. He thought he had met a difficult customer. He quickly said that he would change a bowl for the woman and give her some dishes as compensation.
Who knows, the woman choked: "I'm not crying for this bowl of porridge. What I'm crying for is that I'm in my thirties, and I'm still haggling and making a lot of noise with others because of this bowl of porridge. This is not the life I want at all!
The woman's voice fell, and the whole porridge shop fell into silence, including the busy waiters.
I was also shocked by women's words. I can't help thinking, is my life what I want now?
After thinking for a long time, I thought I would cry like a woman. Who knows, instead of crying, I laughed.
Because there is a voice in my heart telling me: This is the life I want!
Therefore, I will not retreat, will not give up, will not stop the pace of progress!
I'd like to share this story with you.
Is your life what you really want? "
Microblog issued, Yao Xingchen mobile phone immediately came a Ding Dong sound, obviously, Yao Xingchen also paid attention to Wang Yong microblog.
Yao Xingchen until later he was implicated, life into the dark, desperate, almost suicidal, suddenly thought of that dream. So he wrote "xuezang" and what he really wanted in his heart.
It turns out that from the beginning to the end, he had all kinds of auras, but they could not obliterate the initial mark of "literati"!
Qin Zheng's eyes suddenly became firm and looked up at Wang Yong: "when will it start?"
Wang Yong smiles, as if he had expected that Qin Zheng would agree, and says, "three days at the latest. The work of the company will be handed over to Vice President Yao first. With your "xuezang" in front, it won't delay too much time. Half a month, almost. At that time, it was time for my students to start school
If outsiders hear Wang Yong's words, they will be shocked.
Wang Yong is going to write a Book of Chinese classics in only half a month!
Is it arrogant and ignorant?
But Qin Zheng seemed to believe that Wang Yong could do it. He just nodded with a smile.
Next to Yao Xingchen is dissatisfied with the complaint: "as long as I knew, I would not be on your two thieves! When a company is not established, it becomes a shake off manager. When a company is on the right track, it also becomes a shake off manager. I am also a shareholder. How can I be the same as coolie? "
In the face of Yao Xingchen's complaint, Wang Yong and Qin Zheng smile at each other and choose to escape.
When he came out of Yao Xingchen's office, Wang Yong began to think about the Compilation Committee of the classics of Chinese studies.
From the beginning, Wang Yong didn't plan to do it alone.
Wang Yong is not so arrogant.
The compilation of Yongle Dadian by Xie Jin took 147 people and took six years to complete; It took Ji Xiaolan 13 years to compile Sikuquanshu, which was composed by more than 360 senior officials and scholars.
Of course, there are some factors, such as the difficulty of finding materials and copying in ancient times, but it is far from being accomplished by one person.
Although Wang Yong's Guoxue Zhengdian is not as vast as Yongle Dadian and Sikuquanshu, it also needs to sort out a large number of traditional cultural materials.
Relying on Wang Yong alone is not only easy to miss and make mistakes, but also time-consuming.
Therefore, Wang Yong also needs to call together a group of people to jointly write.
Wang Yong, a famous sinologist in China, knows all about it.
The first choice is Gu Zhongde, an old acquaintance of Wang Yong.
Gu Zhongde's qualifications and knowledge fully meet the requirements of Wang Yong's heart.
Without hesitation, Wang Yong called Gu Zhongde immediately.
"Grandfather Gu, there is something I want to ask you to help..." there is no need for Wang Yong to elaborate. Gu Zhongde has long known about Wang Yong's compilation of the classics of Chinese studies.
"Well, I'm duty bound to do such a good thing. Wang Yong, thank you for remembering me, an old man, for giving me such a chance to be famous in history. " Gu Zhongde said.
Gu Zhongde has always been optimistic about Wang Yong, which is no exception. He believed that the canon of traditional Chinese learning could definitely become a textbook Level classic in the future of China. Wang Yong asked him to participate in it, but in a disguised form, it gave him a chance to stay in the history.
"Grandpa Gu, you are welcome. Where can I give you a chance? You can help me! If it wasn't for grandfather Gu's original help, I'm afraid I would still be a vagrant, not to mention compiling the classics of Chinese culture. "
Wang Yong chatted with Gu Zhongde for a few more minutes. After making an appointment, he hung up.
"Who's next?" Wang Yong thought that another name of an old master of Sinology appeared in his mind.
Zhou Daoli.
This is also a master of Sinology who is not inferior to Gu Zhongde.
It's just that Wang Yong is not familiar with Zhou Daoli. If you invite him over the phone, he will not be sincere enough. You have to visit.
Fortunately, Zhou Daoli lives in Yanjing.
Wang Yong immediately went out to Zhou Daoli's home.
In front of a courtyard, Wang Yong met Zhou Daoli.
Zhou Daoli is standing under a walnut tree in the yard, writing calligraphy.
The pen is exquisite, the bone is strong, and the muscle is rich. There are only four words "nothing more than seeking" to show its ability.
"Miss Zhou." Wang Yong stepped forward and said politely.
Zhou Daoli recognized Wang Yong at a glance. A touch of disgust flashed between his eyebrows and eyes and said, "what are you doing here?"
Wang Yong was keen to catch Zhou Daoli's disgust in his eyes. He could not help but clatter in his heart and knew that it would be difficult to succeed this time.