It was already the early morning of the next day when I returned to Hong Kong.

Huo Yaowen hurriedly returned home, originally thinking that he would be careful when entering the door so as not to disturb his family's rest, but who knew that he was suddenly startled by a dog barking.

The lights in my father's room also came on.

"Who's outside?" Huo Chengcai stood at the gate of the villa with a wooden stick in his hand, trying to look at the people outside through the door, but it was so dark that he couldn't tell who it was.

Seeing that his father had woken up, Huo Yaowen said, "It's me, Yaowen." ”

Hearing his son's voice clearly, Huo Chengcai opened the door, looked at Huo Yaowen who was carrying a suitcase, and asked with a frown: "Why did you come back suddenly, didn't you say that you would stay in the United States for a few more days?"

"I'll be back when I'm done. Huo Yaowen saw that his father was holding a wooden stick in his hand, and couldn't help laughing: "Old Dou, why are you holding a wooden stick?"

"Well, it's not a thief. ”

Huo Yaowen's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "Is there a thief in the house?"

Huo Chengcai shook his head: "That's not it." It's the previous family who entered the thief, just what happened last night, this morning there were several police cars coming, I heard the neighbor next door say, the family is sleeping at night, but who knows that the next day up to find that the house was turned upside down, and fortunately this thief only wants money, if he wants to kill for money, then he will die too unjustly. ”

"Don't scream, don't scream!"

Huo Chengcai walked to a kennel next to the pillar next to the door and shouted a few words to the puppy inside, but the dog was also smart and immediately stopped barking.

Hearing that it was a burglar in the house of the previous household, Huo Yaowen breathed a sigh of relief, remembered the little earth dog outside, and asked, "You brought back the dog that was leashed outside?"

Huo Chengcai said with a smile: "Well, a local dog I asked someone to bring up, don't look so small, but it is very clever, and when I grow up, I think it will be a good dog." ”

With the help of a glimmer of light revealed in the house, Huo Yaowen saw the appearance of this earth dog clearly, only about two or three months old, no wonder the barking dog just now always felt milky, it turned out to be a puppy.

When the father and son turned around and entered the house, Huo Yaowen closed the door.

Huo Chengcai casually put the wooden stick by the door, and said with a hint of complaint: "Really, when I first bought the house, the agent said that the security here is the best in the whole of Kowloon, who knew that there were thieves, worse than the security of the estate!"

The housing estate does not look at the crowd of people, but it is almost difficult to rarely have thieves into the house to steal, at most there are a few people with unclean hands and feet, other people's clothes, quilts, or some dried meat dried outside.

"Okay Lao Dou, you can rest early, I will call the Kowloon Tong Police Station tomorrow about this. Seeing that Huo Chengcai seemed to be very angry, Huo Yaowen smiled and said a few words authoritatively, but he took this matter to heart. In the 70s, Hong Kong's law and order was indeed not very stable, and he had to be more careful when things were done, and he didn't want to be in the newspapers with this kind of news that day.

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Hong Kong Yaowen Book Publishing Company.

Yao Wenjie reported on the work of the past few days: "Chairman, the sales of several books published by the company have not been very good recently, but the sales of the "Kyushu" magazine have surpassed the "Books for Teenagers" weekly at present, and the second issue of the magazine issued three days ago has sold more than 20,000 copies. ”

"Fang Zhengde wants the distribution rights of "Kyushu"?" Huo Yaowen looked at Yao Wenjie suspiciously, as far as he knew, Aoki Publishing House never seemed to be involved in the distribution and production of newspapers and weeklies, and had always acted as an agent for the distribution of books by Hong Kong and Taiwanese writers, how could he think of publishing magazines?

Yao Wenjie nodded: "Yes, the telegram that was sent just this morning, I was thinking about whether to agree, and you will come over, chairman." ”

Huo Yaowen muttered: "Since Editor-in-Chief Fang is optimistic that our "Kyushu" magazine is willing to be published in Taiwan, then he will be in charge, but it must be printed according to the layout and layout of our magazine, and you must make this clear to Editor-in-Chief Fang." ”

At this time, Taiwan is still in a period of terror, and he has been worried about the signing meeting last year, if it weren't for Fang Zhengde's repeated emphasis, this matter has been reported, and Taiwan's relevant cultural departments agreed, Huo Yaowen is really reluctant to go over.

Yao Wenjie wrote it down: "That's okay, then I'll send a telegram back to Editor-in-Chief Fang later." ”

Huo Yaowen picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, suddenly thought of something, and asked, "How is Old Wu over there?"

Yao Wenjie sighed deeply: "Wu Lao's son Wu Jia has taken him home to recuperate, I went to visit Wu Lao the day before yesterday, and he is still the same, and his body is not as good as before." Alas......"

Speaking of which, Yao Wenjie has always wanted to take the time to thank Wu Lao for recommending him to Huo Yaowen as the editor-in-chief, but at that time, the company was in ruins, in addition to the chairman Huo Yaowen and his new editor-in-chief, there was only one Zhu Wenqing who was transferred from the Hong Kong University Press.

When he came over this year, Yao Wenjie was going to visit his old man in Wu's hometown, but for various reasons, he could only greet Wu Lao on the phone, but who would have thought that not long after the New Year in 1970, such a bad thing happened.

"I'll take the time to see Mr. Wu in two days, and now the top priority is to see if I can resume the publication of "Good Friends" as soon as possible, which can be regarded as comforting Mr. Wu. Huo Yaowen was a little unable to see it a few days ago, thinking that it was he who invited Wu Lao to come to the Hong Kong University Press as the editor-in-chief, which caused Wu Lao to suffer from overwork and a stroke, but after attending the funeral of the Zhou family, it seems that the whole person has sublimated a lot, but he has seen a lot.

Yao Wenjie said: "Well, when I went to see Mr. Wu the day before yesterday, I chatted with Mr. Wu's family about the resumption of the publication of "Liangyou", and he said that he would help contact the old editors who were republished in Hong Kong before. ”

When Huo Yaowen heard this, his eyes couldn't help but light up: "It would be best if you could invite the editors of the previous "Liangyou", they are the people who know the style of "Liangyou" the most, but we still have to pay attention to innovation, the positioning of "Time" magazine in the United States is similar to that of "Liangyou", you can learn from their successful experience." ”

"I know the chairman. Yao Wenjie had read Time magazine, and when he heard Huo Yaowen talk about it, he thought about it for a while, and then found that the two magazines did have something in common.

After dealing with some of the company's official affairs, Huo Yaowen held the teacup and said depressedly: "When I arrived in Hong Kong yesterday, I received a call from Director Huang of Hong Kong, who said that the publishing house has been very busy recently, and asked me if the new editor-in-chief has been selected, so I will be looking for someone from there for a while?"

Hearing this, Yao Wenjie hesitated for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Chairman, if it is a candidate for editor-in-chief, I have a recommendation." ”

Huo Yaowen raised his eyebrows: "Oh? ”

Yao Wenjie said: "I don't know if you have heard of Yan Qingpeng and the chairman?"

Yan Qingpeng??

Huo Yaowen frowned and pondered for a while, whether it was this life or the previous life, he was very unfamiliar with this name, and subconsciously shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it, who is it?"

Yao Wenjie looked unexpected: "Also, Mr. Yan's real name is indeed not very famous, but Tang Ren, the author of "Jinling Spring Dream", you should have heard of this pen name chairman." ”

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