Yan Buwen's heart is extremely hard in the big city, when there was a problem in the company's business, the burden was all on Yan Buwen alone, he didn't have a trace of fear, now this little problem, there is no need to be too entangled, at most he works hard. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that Yan Buwen was not angry, Xiao Rong said happily: "The novel written by my uncle is really good, Manager Cao, their eyes are straight." ”

Yan doesn't laugh and laugh, it's strange if he is not straight, Jin Yong's novels have influenced several generations.

In the afternoon, Yan Buwen returned to the newspaper office, made up Xu Zhimo's experience a little, and added some meanings forcibly added by later generations, wrote a creative story, and handed it to Cao Yuanan.

Just like the memoirs of some modern entrepreneurs, saying how they climbed from the bottom step by step to the current position, people feel that they have mastered the channels to get rich, but in the end, can this success be replicated? The right time, place and people are indispensable. Yan Buwen has never heard of a second Ma Yun.

After that, Cao Yuanan asked Donggua to hand over the manuscript to Xiao Chen of the editorial department, and emphasized that it must be Xiao Chen, and then let it be sent downstairs for printing before half past two, and strive to print these newspapers before getting off work in the evening, and let everyone suffer a little, print two or three hundred more copies to keep, Cao Yuanan is confident that with Yan Buwen's poem, he will definitely be able to sell three hundred more copies.

Just like Cao Lingyuan's poems published before, a poem can increase sales by 300, which makes Cao Yuanan amazed, saying that he doesn't understand the thoughts of young people.

Yan Buwen returned to the office, remembering the scene in the morning, he was very excited before he went, hoping to see her, but after really seeing it, he just felt a little more melancholy, after a while, Yan Buwen was fine, and now he was in a calm mood just like what the Taoist said, even Yan Buwen himself was strange, did he really let go of his feelings for Xia Dan, or knew that she was not Xia Dan, but he didn't have that kind of thought? I don't understand, I don't want to do it for the time being, maybe this is self-deception, I want to but pretend to be calm, or maybe I know where she is, and I let go of my hanging heart, so I don't have to worry about not seeing her.

There was nothing to do in the afternoon, and when he got off work in the afternoon, Cao Yuanan shouted to Yan Buwen, saying that he was going to visit Mr. Chen tonight, just on the way.

"Oh? If you don't think about it, you're not only a poet, you're a writer. Cao Yuan'an followed Yan Buwen back to his father-in-law's house, and then asked Yan Buwen to take him around, and as he walked, he came to Yan Buwen's room, and when he saw Yan Buwen's novel manuscript on the table, he couldn't walk immediately, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to have discovered a new world.

However, Cao Yuan'an also spoke very well, and he didn't ask Yan Buwen to go to the newspaper to write a novel, but mentioned another thing: "Recently, my nephew also came back from studying in the UK, maybe you still know each other." ”

"Graduated from the Department of Literature of the University of Tanzania in the United Kingdom, was awarded a doctorate diploma in literature, and during this time, he also signed a contract with the editor-in-chief of the "Shanghai Daily" and served as the editor-in-chief of the literature column. Cao Yuanan said with a smile, quite proud in his words.

Yan Buwen only echoed on the side: "Long admiration." ”

As for Cao Lingyuan, how could Yan Buwen know him, and he is not a literary master, there are countless people in the Republic of China who have returned from studying abroad, and not every one of them is a literary master, like Xu Zhimo, it is even rarer.

Cao Yuan'an continued: "In two days, they have a gathering of international students, you can go over and have fun, it just so happens that everyone is a high-level intellectual and there is no gap, I asked Ling Yuan to write you an invitation to come over, he has read your poems, but he praised it a lot." ”

Yan Buwen now understands that his manuscript only reached Cao Yuan'an's hands after it reached Cao Lingyuan, and as for how it got to Cao Lingyuan, this is also a tortuous story.

Yan didn't hear it, didn't refuse, didn't accept it, was bored, and if he could deal with those so-called talents, he could also pass the time.

But after a while, Xiao Rong's dinner was not long after, Yan Buwen and his mother-in-law came back, exchanged a few words of greetings, and prepared to eat, Yan Buwen also specially took out a jar of rice wine that had been treasured for ten years, closed strictly, as soon as it was opened, the room was full of fragrance, Yan Buwen sniffed it, it was really fragrant, the old man had a little means, rice wine is not like liquor, it was stored for more than two years, and the rice wine that had been placed for ten years was a bit incredible, but it was indeed fragrant, and it was more mellow than the taste of liquor.

Yan Buwen accompanied them to drink two glasses, the degree was not high, about fifteen degrees, and the mouth was not astringent, bitter, or spicy, and after the stomach, the aroma of wine seemed to come out of the seven orifices, making the whole body warm. It's much better than liquor.

Yan Buwen and Cao Yuanan praised it, which made the old man very proud, and after three rounds of drinking, Cao Yuanan gradually got to the point.

"Mr. Chen, I have to say that the virtuous son-in-law is really talented." Cao Yuanan praised and toasted Yan Buwen.

Yan Buwen was strange: "Where to start?" ”

Cao Yuanan handed the manuscripts of "Farewell to Kangqiao" and "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" to Mr. Yan Buwen to take a look, and explained the advantages of this poem and novel, Mr. Chen asked his wife to get the glasses, and then carefully pondered it, and then laughed and said: "Okay, can you really increase sales by a few hundred?" I'll just say that my son-in-law is not an ordinary person, isn't that good? If you don't hear it, let's serialize it according to Yuan An's opinion. ”

Yan Buwen had to agree, and if he ate his father-in-law's and slept with his father-in-law, he had to listen to his father-in-law to a certain extent.

"The remuneration is not included." Mr. Chen appreciated it very much and knew that he had chosen the wrong person for his son-in-law.

Mrs. Chen said: "Hey, it's a pity that my daughter died early, otherwise she would be very happy if she didn't hear such culture, I remember that she was still learning how to make clothes for Buwen at the end of last year." ”

Mr. Chen glared at her and said, "Everyone is happy, don't say such frustrating words, you won't forget us if you get married in the future, what's the difference between you and your own son." ”

Yan Buwen hurriedly nodded yes, during this time, Yan Buwen and Cao Yuan'an finalized the novel once a week, and Yan Buwen just delivered it on time.

The wine is fragrant and sleepy, drinking a little wine helps sleep, when I get up in the morning, I am refreshed, I exercise my body as usual, go to the newspaper office, and wait until more than nine o'clock, Xiao Rong also ran over, and finished the trivial things at home, she was bored at home, so she ran to the newspaper office, and the mouth was to urge Yan Buwen to go to work, in fact, she wanted to play.

After waiting for a while, Donggua sent today's newspaper as usual, and asked Yan Buwen to take a look, good guy, sure enough, Cao Yuanan left two large pages for Yan Buwen's "Farewell to Kangqiao", one page published poems, and the other page wrote Yan Buwen's creation story.

Xiao Rong picked up the newspaper without waiting for Yan Buwen, spread the newspaper in front of herself, supported her chin with both hands, sat opposite Yan Buwen, and read it like this: "I'll read it to you." Xiao Rong has known a lot of words in the past few days, and she just wants to show off in front of Yan Buwen.

Yan Buwen didn't bother to use his brain, let Xiao Rong just read it, Yan Buwen still has the ability to make things up, Xiao Rong read and kept asking Yan Buwen if it was true, why is the University of Cambridge in the UK called Cambridge, and why don't you write Cambridge directly, what kind of "Farewell Kangqiao", Cambridge and Kangqiao are different, aren't you misleading? After speaking, Xiao Rong regretted it a little, and hurriedly covered her head with her hands, afraid that Yan Buwen would knock her.

Yan Buwen had to explain to her that Cambridge's alias was Kangqiao, and then Xiao Rong asked Kangqiao what it looked like? Yan Buwen couldn't answer, so he drew a picture for Xiao Rong: "It looks like this." ”

"That's it, it's not as good as our water bridge." Xiao Rong glanced at it and sighed, isn't it just an ordinary bridge, after reading Yan Buwen's poems and articles, I feel that there is something extraordinary, I didn't expect it to be so ordinary. Kangqiao also became popular after the poem "Farewell Kangqiao", which was just a tool for countless students to cross the river, or a tool for the sister, in Xu Zhimo's heart, this became an emotional sustenance, and this forced style was different, so it provoked a group of young students to rush forward.

"When I was studying philosophy in college, I met a confidant, Cao Lingyuan, and if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to write such emotional poems." Xiao Rong read to the end, and then asked, "Cao Lingyuan, who is Cao Lingyuan?" ”

Yan Buwen was surprised, there was no such paragraph in the creation story he wrote, so Yan Buwen took the newspaper over, and saw the end directly, and sure enough, he saw this paragraph: "Cao Lingyuan, Cao Lingyuan, no wonder, no wonder!" ”

Yan Buwen began to be dumbfounded, and then thought for a while, then calmed down and explained the reason to Xiao Rong, no wonder Cao Yuan'an enthusiastically introduced Cao Lingyuan to him yesterday, it turned out that he paid this attention, and was ready to let his nephew show off on it, this song "Farewell Kangqiao" will definitely cause a sensation, and when Yan Buwen becomes famous, Cao Lingyuan will also follow, it is really a good calculation.

"Hmph, this is too shameless, I'll go to him to settle accounts." Xiao Rong said angrily, give a little credit to others for no reason, who can be happy to change it.

Yan Buwen stopped Xiao Rong: "Don't, you can't fight him, I have my own ideas." ”

Suddenly, Yan Buwen's body exuded a sharp momentum, and his eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing through two walls and shooting at Cao Yuanan, who was sitting in the office with a pair of round glasses. Cao Yuanan couldn't help but shudder, this breathtaking aura made Xiao Rong also startled, and her heart seemed to have fallen into a bottomless pit.

But this aura only lasted for a moment before it dissipated, and Yan Buwen still stood next to Xiao Rong with a smile: "It seems that I really underestimated him." ”