September 1, 2759 (1918), Guangzhou.

Hongyun company today is like a festival, the whole antique headquarters building is full of lights, not only there are traditional lanterns and marquees, but also trendy neon lights, the square outside the company's gate is even more lively, two bands are playing music, eight dragon dances, twelve pairs of lion dances. There is also a stage set up in the center of the square, and it looks like there will be another big drama to watch tonight.

This meeting attracted a lot of onlookers, and some of them were curious to ask, what is this company doing today? Soon an insider told them that this is the old rule of this company, and every time the country updates the national map, the boss here will make a big event, which is called "please map".

It's embarrassing, can't it, people have money, but they are willful.

"This year is the biggest one, Shen Fatzi invited the best Cantonese opera troupe in South China, and he wanted to sing the opera for three days in a row, hehehe......" Some opera fans said happily.

"But this time Shen Fat Man actually didn't open the running water seat, hey, it's really ......," a gluttony said with a regretful face.

"Now that Shen Fatzi has been elected as a national outstanding entrepreneur, it's different. They said last time that if they encounter this kind of happy event in the future, he will not open a flowing water banquet. What kind of charity is he going to do, I heard that he donated 500,000 yuan to the social welfare institute in the province this time...... "A good deed person stretched out a hand and compared."

"500,000 yuan, I'm afraid the money spent on these moths is enough for half a month's running water...... "The gluttony said indignantly.

"You know how to eat, do you know how to respect the old and love the young? The money donated by Shen Fatzi is to support the orphans and orphans, which is much better than pouring horse urine on you......" Someone immediately said disdainfully.

Of course, Shen Fatzi couldn't hear these discussions, he was in the main hall of the company at this moment, looking at the new map that had just been hung up with a red face. The map is getting bigger and bigger, the original map is less than half of the wall of the main hall of the old house, and now this map is almost the entire wall of the main hall, this is the main hall of the new building, much taller than the old house.

In fact, it is not that there are no small-scale maps, but Shen Fatzi is rich and capricious, so he must buy the original map of the same scale, according to his own words, "so that the changes in the territory can be seen more intuitively". Well, there are quite a few people who think this way. Anyway, for the printing house, it naturally doesn't matter, as long as you give money, you can have as much proportion as you want.

Now, there are still previous versions of the map in the hall, these maps are hung on temporary stands made of herringbone ladders, and they are surrounded by the maps that have just arrived, and they are still placed in a clockwise order in special chronological order.

"Well, this map looks much better than the previous shape......" Shen Minlong walked a few steps left and right, tilted his head to look at it again, and asked with a smile, "Did you say that?"

"That's it, it's really much better......" everyone echoed.

"The rooster and the maple leaf in the past were not as beautiful as the shape of this galloping horse. You say, like a galloping horse?" Shen Minlong patted his stomach and laughed.

"That's it, this is a galloping horse!" Everyone echoed with embarrassed faces, but in fact, they were all vomiting in their hearts: Why can't Lao Tzu see that this map is shaped like a galloping horse? Okay, you are the boss, don't say it looks like a galloping horse, your old man can say it looks like a hippopotamus.

"Boss, how big is our Celestial Empire now?" a manager asked with great interest. In fact, he wants to divert the attention of the boss, he knows his boss's virtue too well, and at this time his spirit will be in a state of "I haven't taken medicine today, and I feel cute".

"Hehe, I'll do the math......" As soon as he heard this, Shen Minlong immediately broke away from the "cute" state, and immediately took out a small notebook and flipped it up.

"Last year, we smoked Henanese, oh, wrong, wrong, it was the Dutch. Why do you say these guys are called Holland, it's too easy to get confused with our big Henan, these foreign devils don't even have a good name!

"Boss, the Netherlands is what we call them in China, they don't call them that, their own name is the Netherlands, the Kingdom of the Netherlands......" An employee who looks like a college graduate said doggedly.

"What are you called? your rotten ...... Your rotten man...... No wonder this Nima is a broken name! No wonder there is a picture of a street crash, not even a single one can fight, hahahaha......" Shen Fat Man and his subordinates all laughed wildly.

"Uh, it's the Netherlands, no...... It's not your rotten ......" The graduate's face was embarrassed.

"No matter, it sounds pretty ...... anyway" Shen Fat waved his hand heroically and continued: "Last year, I smoked your rotten person, hahaha...... When we got to the East Indies, there were 15.58 million square kilometers. This year, I smoked Lao Maozi, and I got back all the lost land in the previous Qing Dynasty, and I also earned an extra piece of the boss, this time with 1258. 720,000 square kilometers, so that adds up...... Who's that, bring the abacus over ......" Shen Minlong flipped through the small notebook and said with foaming at the mouth.

Shen Fatzi had just taken the abacus and was about to calculate, when he heard someone behind him shouting excitedly: "It's 2816." 850,000 square kilometers! There are ...... on the map."

Nima, I dare to rob you if I pretend to force you! Shen Fatzi looked back with a dark face, and saw a new young man standing next to the map, pointing to the map with a happy face and saying, "Look, the land area is written under the map...... Uh, you guys...... Why are you looking at me like that?"

The young man suddenly noticed that there was something wrong with the way the people looked at him, as if there was a little pity and a little schadenfreude. But he didn't wonder for long, and he soon knew why.

"Okay, good......" Shen Fatzi walked over, patted him on the shoulder affectionately, and smiled sinisterly: "You are very smart, you observe very carefully, and you react faster than me, you have to get it! I remember that your name is Erxi, and you are still in the internship period......

"Uh, yes, boss......" Erxi nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, your implementation task this month is to clean the toilets, and you have all the twelve men's toilets in the headquarters building!" "Remember, clean three times a day, and if it's not clean, you have to do it again......"

"Ah, I, this month, clean all the men's toilets in the headquarters building......" Erxi was about to cry. Everyone else covered their mouths and snickered.

"The boss finally pretended to be a force, you have to steal the limelight with him, it's really not long-sighted, you deserve it!" The manager walked over and whispered: "Remember in the future, don't steal the limelight with the boss at this time......"

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Chinese Academy of Culture and History.

In the past few days, there have been many "masters of Chinese studies" from all over the world, including "domestic masters" from the academy itself, major institutions and colleges, and "wild masters" who have not been compiled. Among them, more than half are "wild", and there are many well-known people, such as Liang Qichao, Wang Guowei, Cai Yuanpei, etc., many big names in the circle.

In the first few years of the founding of the People's Republic of China, because of the strict tendency of the general manager of literature and the lack of attention to the masters, many conceited and famous "masters" were also arrogant, and they did not pay attention to the recruitment of the Academy of Literature and History, wanting to show the style of the literati. But we all know that there must be such a thing as the so-called "literati style and bones", but the quantity, not to mention, at least the vast majority of literati do not have this kind of organ. Their arrogance is nothing more than trying to raise their own value.

But how did they know that the CSD government led by Wen Deji was a complete anomaly, and it did not play the script they imagined at all. Even if you are an old man who has a lot of opportunities and doesn't have time to take a look, it's okay to take a look, and you don't even need to send someone or send a post.

But the Socialist Party is like they don't have zài, let alone come to the door to ask for it, and they don't even have a letter of invitation. In fact, there are places to recruit such masters, but the job postings are published in newspapers, television, and radio. The attitude of the CSD towards these people is, I have already declared, you love to come, not to pull down.

In those years, the morale of the "masters" was still very high, except for those who were not well-known or who were themselves in the circle of the Science and Technology Socialist Party, who would run to apply, those who were conceited and talented, and who had passed through the heavens and latitudes, would not recruit them upside down. These people, who call themselves "contemporary hermits", form small circles, sing poetry and praise each other on weekdays. These people themselves also have a certain economic strength, their family backgrounds are relatively thick, coupled with the stability of the domestic society, the supply of materials is becoming more and more abundant, and this kind of good life is also comfortable.

But this kind of life is not their pursuit, at least the vast majority of people are not this kind of pursuit, although the hermit's life is chic and comfortable, but if they want to live like this all the time, it is really to die. What are you studying hard for ten years? Isn't it just to be a master, to live in a temple, and to glorify your ancestors? Who really wants to be a hermit when they step on a horse?

Originally, they still had the mentality that "the new government will definitely regret their approach, and when they can't hold it anymore, they will carry a sedan chair to invite us out of the mountain". But they were wrong, and the CSD really didn't think they existed.

Within a few years they regretted it. New China's national strength is growing with each passing day, and its strength is expanding at a rate that is almost like a dream. Within a few years, it completely reversed the decline of China in the last century, achieved a great reversal at a jaw-dropping speed, expanded its territory everywhere, and fought in the international arena, overthrowing France in a few years, crippling Japan, flying to the Netherlands, and now beating Maozi to tears. Now not only is the country strong and has become a world-class power, but the quality of life of the people has also reached a level that they could never have dreamed of before, and even the land area has expanded to a level far beyond that of any other generation.

Seeing that a prosperous era of the Han and Tang Dynasties was coming, the masters "couldn't sit still anymore." They are all repentant now, why were they tsundere back then? It's so stupid. At that time, I was confused and didn't apply, but as a result, a bunch of unknown little characters were cheaper, and now even Chen Yinke, Zhou Shuren, Liang Shuming, and Xiong Shili have become academicians. Nima, this academician of the Academy of Literature and History is equivalent to the former dynasty Hanlin!

Although the academic community knows that in China's "five academies" system, the Academy of Culture and History is not valued by the General Administration of Culture. Not to mention that compared with the "sons" and "daughters" of the Academy of Sciences, the Academy of Engineering, and the Academy of Social Sciences, even the "child daughters-in-law" of the Academy of Arts are inferior. But even if it's just a "maid" in the five courtyards, it's a regular government establishment. Now the title of an academician of the Academy of Literature and History also has a very high gold content in the circle. And with the rise of the prestige and strength of the new Chinese government, this gold content is getting higher and higher. The masters now beat their chests with regret and want to kick themselves twice.

Now they are all digging hollow out their minds and burrowing into the system, even if it is no longer as beautiful as the previous dynasty, but they also have the opportunity to contact the upper echelons. So they are now paying close attention to the media announcements, and once they hear that the government needs something, they will come to help without saying a word, and they don't need to come to the door to ask for it, and they don't need any invitations. Even if you bring your own dry food, of course, the Science and Technology Party will not go to this kind of process, as long as you come to participate in government projects, you have to manage the travel and living expenses, as well as various subsidies and remuneration.

Half a month ago, the Academy of Culture and History issued an announcement to summon the "masters" of the whole country to participate in the government project, and the main task this time was to rename those new territories, including towns, villages, mountains, rivers, islands, and so on. The job of "naming names" seems relatively simple, but this is really a hard work, and it is good to say that there is less land in hand before, and Mr. Wen himself will make the decision.

But in the past half a year, there has been too much territory, and Mr. Wen doesn't have this kind of American time to ponder, let alone him, even the relevant government departments look at more than 10 million square kilometers of territory, and they feel that their scalps are numb. Now not to mention the lost land from Maozi's hands, even the East Indies in the South Seas still have many places that have not been renamed.

Therefore, Prime Minister Zhang Lizheng proposed to mobilize the masses and work together, and the government departments were too busy. Mr. Wen agreed to this construction, so the government openly solicited place names from the society, and on the other hand, let the Academy of Culture and History take the lead and take those masters to play, which is also to find something for them to do.

"This Central Asia is also the homeland of Anxi, China. Don't you see that the map of the Tang Dynasty extends to this point? So it is legitimate and reasonable for us to take back our homeland. ”

"But the Tang Dynasty's Anxi Protectorate's sphere of influence in Central Asia is not so large?"

"Hehe, the Tang Dynasty has been going on for a thousand or hundreds of years now, won't the population grow? What's so weird?"

"Oh, so you can say that?"

"Of course!"

"According to ancient texts, it is believed that the Buzhou Mountains are the ...... of this Pamir Plateau"

"No, the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" says that Buzhou Mountain is outside the Northwest Sea, in the corner of the great wilderness. It should be the Caucasus mountain ...... between the Black Sea and the Caspian Sea"

"But the Caucasus Mountains aren't ours yet. ”

"Cut, just call it later, give the name first, and you can use it directly when the time comes. ”

"Brother Tai is really high!"

Now the masters are divided into dozens of groups, and they are discussing with each other while digging through piles of old papers and quoting scriptures.

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PS: We would like to call for new territorial names from all of you......