After agreeing to Vice President Cai's invitation, Zhang Hao went home to pack his luggage and stayed in the hotel where the professors and scholars stayed.

It took more than a month for him to return to his villa with his suitcase and "Teacher's Table".

At the same time, the paper on the "Teacher Table" led by Jinling University was also jointly published on the official websites of major universities and CNKI.

In a restaurant, Shen Weiwei pointed to Zhang Hao's name in a prominent position in the paper and said:

"So, you've been so busy this month that you can't even take care of your birthday, is it just for this paper?"

"Don't mention it, I haven't even bothered to look at my phone for more than a month." Zhang Hao, who had long hair, shook his bangs and said, "Didn't I entrust you with the previous business." ”

Half a month ago, Zhou Binlai introduced him to a customer who wanted to buy porcelain from the Western Jin Dynasty, and Zhang Hao, who was lacking in skills, had to ask Shen Weiwei to help complete the transaction.

"yes, I even know the password to your door." Shen Weiwei complained, "Hey, if something is lost in your house in the future, you can't frame it for me!" ”

Zhang Hao smiled: "What are you afraid of? Didn't you help me insure both the Jade Horn Cup and the "Teacher Table"? ”

"You don't know, the people in the insurance company are a little hesitant when they take the policy." Shen Weiwei recalled the scene at that time and couldn't help but smile, "They hope that I can convey their proposal to you, and they are willing to replace the highest level of security armored doors and the most advanced infrared monitoring equipment for you free of charge." ”

"As for it?" Zhang Hao smiled bitterly, "In the future, I shouldn't enjoy Brother Long's treatment, right?" ”

The well-known actor Chen Long was once denied insurance by an insurance company because he always filmed actions with too high a risk factor.

"Professionally, you don't have to worry about it until your showroom is stolen." After Shen Weiwei joked, she took out a courier envelope from her bag and said, "Oh, for you, it was sent by your number one fan." ”

"It's... Is that the same reader from before? Zhang Hao opened the envelope with some hesitation, "This is the third time she has sent me a letter, right?" ”

"Yes." Shen Weiwei nodded and said, "Senior Brother Zhuang of the publishing house is also asking me, have you never replied to the other party?" Otherwise, the letter would not have been sent to the publishing house. ”

"I really haven't returned." Zhang Hao checked the information on the courier envelope and said, "This letter was sent a month ago, I don't think the other party should be sending the letter." ”

Shen Weiwei joked: "Tsk, take a look at the content, I shouldn't have witnessed the birth of a black fan, right?" ”

Zhang Hao scratched his head after reading the content of the letter and said: "The content is the same as before, and I don't even mention the matter of asking me to reply to the letter." ”

Shen Weiwei smiled: "I guess I'm disheartened." ”

Zhang Hao was puzzled: "How do I feel that you are very happy?" ”

"Where?" Shen Weiwei quickly changed the subject, "You know what? Recently, your book has become popular. ”

Zhang Hao looked up and asked, "Oh?" How hot is it? ”

"The publisher said that your book has sold more than 100,000 copies, and they are considering reprinting." Shen Weiwei said, "Moreover, several well-known red scientists have also publicly praised your book!" Look..."

As she spoke, Shen Weiwei opened the photo album on her mobile phone and showed Zhang Hao a few of her intercepted Weibo and related news.

The content of Weibo and news is that red scientists are publicly recommending Zhang Hao's book.

Zhang Hao nodded calmly: "It seems that the increase in sales is also related to the celebrity effect of these red scientists." ”

"How do I feel, aren't you excited?" Shen Weiwei looked at Zhang Hao's face and asked, "It's as if this kind of sales is what you expected." ”

"No, I'm glad." Zhang Hao smiled, "Maybe I've been doing academic research for a month, so people seem more serious?" ”

In his heart, he really didn't feel any special surprises.

After all, this is Cao Xueqin's original work.

It is also natural to be appreciated by red scholars from all walks of life.

Shen Weiwei said noncommittally: "Maybe." ”

Zhang Hao quipped: "I said, why do you care more about this book than I do?" ”

"Where?" Shen Weiwei suddenly said like a fried cat, "It's only because you are my big customer and you entrusted me with the publishing that I paid a little attention to the situation, okay?" ”

After that, she hurriedly asked: "Zhang Hao, in fact, there are people who want to contact you through the publishing house now, do you need me to help you reject them?" ”

Zhang Hao stretched his waist and said, "Refuse it, I just want to live a peaceful life." ”

"Che, it's quite positive that you left your name on the paper." After Shen Weiwei complained, she took out a small cake from under the table and said, "Well, it's for you, it's a birthday for you." ”

"Thank you."

Zhang Hao smiled, cut the cake into two halves, and then put half of it into Shen Weiwei's bowl.

Shen Weiwei pointed to the cake and said, "I said, you haven't made a wish yet, have you?" ”

"Then I'll make up one."

Zhang Hao closed his eyes decently and muttered in his heart:

'Send another trader over now.' ’

...

Yanjing, Chen Jiayan, who has returned home, is looking at Zhang Hao's collector's edition of Dream of Red Mansions.

She has returned the book she borrowed from Li He, and the one she is reading now was specially sent to her by the publishing house.

Originally, she wanted to pay, but the person in charge of the other party insisted on giving the book to her as a gift.

The reason is also very simple, she was afraid that the publishing house would not help her send letters, so she bought 100 sets of Dream of Red Mansions from them in one go.

After reading the end of the novel again, Chen Jiayan looked at the name of the writer on the cover and fell into deep thought.

Although "Takeda" never replied to her, this did not affect her level of admiration for the author in the slightest.

In her opinion, the author who can write such a Dream of Red Mansions fanfic that fits the original book must have a deep understanding of Red Mansions.

Even, the other party is likely to be the vest of a well-known red scientist.

Not replying to her letters, perhaps just to avoid revealing his identity.

Or, the other party may not want their lives disturbed and are afraid that their address will be revealed when they reply.

The letter she sent may have made Takeda feel embarrassed.

This is also the reason why she has not written to the other party since she sent her third letter to the publishing house.

It's actually enough to be a little fan quietly like this.

Thinking of this, she suddenly had an inspiration, took out paper and pen, and wrote a poem in Xue Baochai's style.

After carefully scrutinizing the words and sentences in the poem, Chen Jiayan put away her work with satisfaction.

She wants to take this poem to a gathering of Dream of Red Mansions lovers next month.

When the time comes, she will tell these fellow fans that the inspiration for this poem was obtained by her from Takeda.