Wang Yong sat in the office building of Huanzhong Media, looking at the messages of netizens, and constantly showed a look of relief.

He doesn't care what the media says, and the purpose of compiling the "Canon of Chinese Studies" was not for the media to see.

What the public says is what Wang Yong cares about. The target audience of "Canon of Chinese Studies" is the public, and even if one of the people benefits from it, it is worth it. What's more, most netizens now support Wang Yong?

Yao Xingchen sat opposite Wang Yong, staring at Wang Yong without blinking, as if he wanted to find out Wang Yong's true thoughts from Wang Yong's face.

"Don't stare at me like that, if your brother finds out, I'll be beaten. Wang Yong couldn't help but remind Yao Xingchen.

Yao Xingchen rolled his eyes and said, "I found that I really can't understand you." Obviously, Shunshun accepted the title of honorary professor of Jinghua University, and after doing a few TV talk shows, he can become one of the few masters and scholars in China, and he will not worry about eating and drinking. Why do you have to be a moth and add so much obstruction to yourself?"

Hearing Yao Xingchen's words, Wang Yong instantly put down his mobile phone and said seriously: "Become a master, don't worry about eating and drinking?" Sorry, this is my life as you imagined, not the life I want." Everything I have done along the way has never been for the sake of fame and fortune, food and drink. You don't understand the path I want to take now, but in 20, 30, 50 years, you will be amazed. ”

"Really?" said Yao Xingchen with a frown.

She can't see what will happen fifty years later, but she can see what is happening now, Wang Yong is going farther and farther on the road of death.

Wang Yong smiled and didn't answer again, but touched his mobile phone and sent out a Weibo.

"I went downstairs to drink porridge just now, and it happened that several female white-collar workers were sitting at the next table. They didn't seem to be very happy, and they drank porridge in a muffled voice, and they didn't say much.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman stood up, pointed to a bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge on the table and said: "Boss, why is there no lean meat in my bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge?"

The boss took a look at it and replied: Maybe it was too cooked, and the lean meat was cooked.

After listening to the boss's explanation, the woman suddenly became excited, and said loudly: Then why is the meat in the other bowls not melted, only my bowl has melted?

The boss just wanted to speak, but the more he heard the woman talk, the more excited he became, and he actually started crying.

The boss was frightened, thinking that he had met a difficult customer, and quickly said that he would immediately change the bowl for the woman, and at the same time give a few side dishes as compensation.

Who knew that the woman choked up and said: I'm not crying for this bowl of porridge, I'm crying because I'm in my thirties, and I'm still arguing and arguing with others because of a bowl of porridge, this is not the life I want at all!

The woman's voice fell, and the entire porridge shop fell silent, including the busy waiter.

I was also shocked by the woman's words, and I couldn't help but think, is my current life the life I want?

After thinking about it for a long time, I thought I would cry like a woman. Who knows, instead of crying, I laughed.

Because I have a voice in my heart telling me: This is the life I want!

So, I won't hold back, I won't give up, I won't stop moving forward!

This story is an encouragement to everyone.

Is your life the life you really want?"

Weibo was issued, and there was a dingdong sound on Yao Xingchen's mobile phone, obviously, Yao Xingchen also paid attention to Wang Yong's Weibo.

Yao Xingchen read it for the first time, and then was silent.

After reading it, Weibo netizens were also silent.

No one rushed to leave a message, everyone was pondering, is their current life the life they want?

With a squeak, the door was pushed open, but it was Qin Zheng who came in.

Qin Zheng obviously also saw Wang Yong's Weibo, and said with a smile: "I knew that you were going to post such a Weibo, I should have turned off the company's network in advance." You're going to start a wave of resignations in the company. ”

"Since ancient times, there are many people who know, but few people who do. There is no one in ten thousand who really understands and dares to do it. Senior brother is too worried. Wang Yong said.

"Yes, none of them. Have you really decided?" Qin Zheng sighed with emotion and asked.

"It's decided. You wrote a book of "Xuezang", I, as a junior brother, must write something, otherwise I will be compared to you?"

"You!" Qin Zheng shook his head helplessly. "Sometimes I really envy your character, never flinching, daring to think and dare to do. I can't do it, I have too many concerns. If it weren't for you to help me, I'm afraid I would still be working as a shoemaker in Tiantai until now. Then when I saw your Weibo, I might have to cry a lot. ”

Wang Yong blinked and said, "Who said you can't do it? There is an opportunity in front of you now." ”

"What chance?" Qin Zheng was stunned.

"Write the Canon of Chinese Studies with me!"

"Are you kidding? I can't finish the work every day, how can I have time to write that?, besides, ......" Qin Zheng hesitated. "I've been out of academia for so long that I've lost confidence. Little junior brother, I know you're giving me a chance to go down in history, but forget it. ”

"If anyone who can write the "Xue Zang" is not qualified to participate in the compilation of the "Canon of Chinese Studies", then I can't think of anyone else who is qualified. Senior brother, the Weibo just now was not only sent to netizens, but also to you. Is the current life really the life you want?" Wang Yong looked at Qin Zheng and asked.

Qin Zheng was stunned.

He only cared about laughing at Wang Yong, and didn't think about it, is his current life the life he wants?

Qin Zheng's eyes were confused, and his thoughts gradually drifted back to more than ten years ago.

At that time, he was talented and knowledgeable, and was known as "Qin Duanmu". He went in and out of Washington, rode in luxury cars, and was complimented by countless people. But every time in the dead of night, he would feel extremely empty, and every time he dreamed back to the depths, what appeared in his mind was not how high a position of power he was, but sitting at the teacher's desk and writing a next article. It was a serenity and contentment that had never been felt before.

It wasn't until later that he was implicated, his life fell into gloom, he was in pain, and he almost wanted to commit suicide, when he suddenly remembered that dream. So he wrote "Xuezang", which wrote what he really wanted in his heart.

It turns out that from beginning to end, he has had all kinds of halos, but he can't erase the initial mark of "literati"!

Qin Zheng's gaze suddenly became firm, and he looked up at Wang Yong: "When will it start?"

Wang Yong smiled slightly, as if he had expected Qin Zheng to agree, and said, "Three days at the latest." You hand over the work of the company to Vice President Yao first, and with your "Learning Collection" in front, you 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 definitely be stunned.

Wang Yong is ready to compile a "Canon of Chinese Studies" in only half a month!

Isn't that too arrogant?

But Qin Zheng seemed to firmly believe that Wang Yong could do it, so he just smiled and nodded.

Yao Xingchen next to him complained dissatisfiedly: "I would have known that I wouldn't have been on the thief ship of the two of you! A company has not yet been established, and a company has only been on the right track, and it has also become a shopkeeper." I'm also a shareholder, how can I be like a miscellaneous coolie?"

In the face of Yao Xingchen's complaints, Wang Yong and Qin Zheng looked at each other and smiled, and tacitly chose to flee.

Coming out of Yao Xingchen's office, Wang Yong began to ponder the compilation committee group of the "Canon of Chinese Studies".

From the beginning, Wang Yong didn't plan to do this alone.

Wang Yong is not arrogant to that point.

It took 147 people to compile the Yongle Canon, which took six years to complete, and Ji Xiaolan's compilation of the Siku Quanshu brought together more than 360 high-ranking officials and scholars, and it took 13 years to complete.

Of course, there are factors such as the difficulty of finding materials and copying in ancient times, but it is far from being able to be completed by one person.

Although Wang Yong's "Canon of Chinese Studies" is not as vast as "Yongle Canon" and "Siku Quanshu", it also needs to sort out a large number of traditional cultural materials.

Relying on Wang Yong alone, not to mention that it is easy to miss mistakes, the time consumption is even more unpredictable.

Therefore, Wang Yong also needs to gather a group of people to write together.

A well-known Chinese scholar in China, Wang Yong knows it all.

The first choice is Gu Xinde, Wang Yong's old acquaintance.

Gu Xinde's qualifications and knowledge are fully in line with Wang Yong's requirements.

Without hesitation, Wang Yong called Gu Xinde as soon as possible.

"Grandpa Gu, there's something I want to ask you to help with......" There is no need for Wang Yong to elaborate, Gu Xinde has long known about Wang Yong's compilation of the "Canon of Chinese Studies".

"Well, this kind of thing that is beneficial to the common people, I am naturally obliged. Wang Yong, thank you for remembering me, an old fellow, and for giving me such a chance to leave my name in history. Gu Xinde said.

Gu Xinde has always been optimistic about Wang Yong, and this matter is naturally no exception. He believes that "The Canon of Chinese Studies" can definitely become a textbook-level classic in China in the future, and Wang Yong asked him to participate, but it gave him a chance to leave his name in history in disguise.

"Grandpa Gu is polite, where is it that I gave you the opportunity, you are the one who supported me! If it weren't for Grandpa Gu's help at the beginning, I'm afraid I would still be a jobless vagrant, let alone compiling any "Canon of Chinese Studies". ”

Wang Yong chatted with Gu Xinde for a few more words, agreed on a meeting time, and hung up the phone.

"Who is next?" Wang Yong thought, and the name of another old master of Chinese studies appeared in his heart.

Zhou Dao carp.

This is also a master of Chinese culture who is not inferior to Gu Xinde.

It's just that Wang Yong is not familiar with Zhou Daoli, and if he invites him by phone, it will appear that he is not sincere enough. You have to visit your home.

Fortunately, Zhou Daoli lives in Yanjing.

Wang Yong immediately went out and rushed to Zhou Daoli's house.

In front of a courtyard, Wang Yong saw Zhou Daoli.

Zhou Daoli was standing under a walnut tree in the courtyard, writing calligraphy.

The pen is exquisite, strong and muscle-filling, and there are only four words "no more than seeking", showing its skills.

"Teacher Zhou. Wang Yong took a step forward and said politely.

Zhou Daoli recognized Wang Yong at a glance, a touch of disgust flashed between his eyebrows, and said, "What are you doing?"

Wang Yong keenly caught the disgust in Zhou Daoli's eyes, and couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, knowing that it might be difficult to succeed this time.