"This ......" Ren Weimin was speechless in a daze, and now he wanted to ask Zhuang Yan: Do you still lack students?

He is really envious, although in "Iron Cloud Hidden Turtle", there is not much achievement in the study of oracle bones, but the impact of this book on Chinese oracle bone researchers is not profound.

After all, this is the first monograph on oracle bone inscriptions in history, and it is also under the influence of this book that a large number of oracle bone researchers have emerged in China.

Moreover, Liu He's greatest contribution to the study of oracle bones is that he selflessly made all the oracle bones in his collection public for research, so it can be said that without his selfless dedication, the research of oracles would never be so fast.

Therefore, Liu He has a very high status in the industry of oracle bone research.

It's a pity that Jing'an didn't come, otherwise he would have been excited to see this scene. Ren Weimin sighed.

The Jing'an in his mouth is Wang Guowei, and Jing'an is the word for Wang Guowei.

Everyone only knows that Wang Guowei wrote a critical literature "Words in the World", but they don't know that he is also an oracle bone researcher.

The audience looked like all beings, and Zhuang Yan on the stage was also a little embarrassed, because he "bumped gifts" with Liu E.

There was no communication in advance, and Zhuang Yan himself was ready to send Liang Sicheng a manuscript. Because he thinks about it, this kind of thing is too ordinary to send ordinary things, but he doesn't have famous paintings and books.

So in the end, he decided to send a manuscript of his own.

Of all his books, only one book has a complete manuscript, and it is said that the manuscript is not appropriate, but it is actually a draft. But no matter what, after all, it is a unique thing, which represents the mind, and it can be regarded as a different way.

After Liu He finished delivering the book, he looked at Zhuang Yan, which means that I am finished, and now it is your turn.

Zhuang Yan took out the box in his hand hard, and then said with a smile: "I have the same heart as the teacher, but I also prepared a manuscript. ”

He felt a little embarrassed, but the people below didn't feel anything, although Liu He had already given it before, and this gift had become ordinary, but Zhuang Yan was a leader in the literary world today, and his manuscripts were naturally very valuable.

Liang Sicheng's eyes were also shining, the manuscript was of great significance to an author, and he thought to himself that since the teacher was willing to give the manuscript to him, it could be seen that he attached great importance to himself.

Zhuang Yan handed the box to Liang Sicheng and said, "But this manuscript is a little different, because until now, no one else has read this book except me." ”

Ooh!

Suddenly there was a lot of excitement below.

Ma Yinchu on the side also looked surprised, he noticed the box in Zhuang Yan's hand just now, and was wondering what it was, just now Zhuang Yan himself uncovered the mystery, it turned out to be a gift to Liang Sicheng, a manuscript.

This was not a strange thing, but he said that no one else had read the book. What is a book that no one else has read? He can only think of one.

And Wang Lijian below They are also discussing this issue, when Zhuang Yan just said that no one has read this book, Wang Lijian also thought of one.

"What's in the box, is it Zhuang Yan's new book?"

The others shook their heads, indicating that they didn't quite understand.

Wang Lijian asked Liang Qichao again, "Zhuang Yan said that he wanted to show you the new book, have you seen it?"

"Not yet. Liang Qichao replied, "After I said it last time, I was busy with the banquet and had no other time to do anything else." ”

Yu Hai said, "It should be the book related to philosophy mentioned by Zhuang Yan before, it is impossible that he also found time to write another book." ”

Wang Lijian and the others all nodded, feeling that what Yu Hai said made sense.

Of course, Zhuang Yan had time to write other books, but the one he gave to Liang Sicheng was the one they guessed.

Sophie's world.

Zhuang Yan has finished the draft and has been revised.

From the time he wrote the book to the present, only this one has a complete manuscript, and the one in the box is not a complete manuscript. The truly complete manuscript, which still contains the original version of the previous world, of course it is impossible for him to give it to Liang Sicheng.

This is the version he has revised and modified.

He had agreed with Liang Qichao that after the repair, he would show him the book and decide whether to translate it for him.

Now I give the manuscript to Liang Sicheng, which kills two birds with one stone.

"That's right, it's my new book, and I'm announcing the title of it today. The book is called "Sophie's World" and it will be released in a while, but right now, no one has read it but me. ”

Zhuang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately his manuscript was a book that had not yet been published, so he was not too ashamed.

Zhuang Yan's new book is another exciting news.

As more and more of his works come out, every book published by Zhuang Yan now causes a sensation.

Over there, "Border City" and "The Old Man and the Sea" have not disappeared, and the new book has already come out?

What kind of creative speed is this, how does this Zhuang Yan's brain grow, is he still a human?

Many people here now have this idea, and after counting, it has only been more than half a year since Zhuang Yan emerged, but what about the book he wrote.

Just one copy of "Alive" is a year's or two worth of work, not to mention some other short novellas.

The problem is that each of his books is of high quality and can be called classics, and you can say that it is not infuriating.

"This kid is also a little faster in writing books. Duan Qirui, who was sitting at the head table, said.

Lian Liwen, who was at the same table, responded, "It's really fast, but this is a good thing, and excellent authors should have more excellent works." ”

Li Boyuan smiled, "It's a good thing for him, but it's not a good thing for other writers." In the past, everyone was the same, no one was better than the other, although the market was not very sluggish, but you share a little, I share a little, you can be satisfied. Now that there is a fèng huáng in the middle of the grass chicken, it is still worth it, and it is dwarfed all of a sudden, how can their unpopular books be sold?"

Cai Yuanpei seemed to agree with him, nodded and said, "A few days ago, Zijian came to me and said that our Chinese literary market has been stimulated, and more and more readers are willing to spend their time on reading. It's just that these people come to read Zhuang Yan's books, but they have no effect on the entire market. ”

Kang Youwei laughed and said, "This is just a temporary phenomenon, these people come in, are they still going out? Now it's just that the quality of other authors' books is not up to par, so there are few people who read them, but once the overall level comes up, the effect will naturally be reflected." ”

Kang Gong is right, the literary world was a pool of stagnant water before, but now he has entered the catfish of Zhuang Yan, hoping that this pool of water can be lived. Lian Liwen sighed sincerely.