Hearing his lover's choking voice on the phone, Peng Jinzhang quickly replied: "Is it the reporter from your hometown?"

"Yes," Fan Jinshi nodded slowly: "That's him. He told me when he left Dunhuang that he would definitely help you come to me as soon as possible..."

Peng Jinzhang, an honest and honest man, and Fan Jinshi are both classmates in the History Department of Peking University.

Teacher Peng is now the deputy director of the Archeology Teaching and Research Office of Wuhan University.

Since the Archeology Department of Wuhan University had just been established not long ago, the school never responded to Teacher Peng’s repeated requests.

Without Jiangshan's series of news reports about Dunhuang, Teacher Peng's transfer application would have to wait 7 years before being approved.

However, all this was influenced by several articles in newspapers, especially one titled "The Mysterious Power Behind Dunhua Mogao Grottoes".

Due to the strong lethality of the title, people who did not care about Dunhuang watched it for a while.

Who knew, I would be completely moved when I saw it.

In particular, I learned from the article that Fan Jinshi, a top student at Peking University, was unable to take care of each other due to the long-term separation between the two places.

First, the eldest son rolled off the bed and fell into the coal pile, and then the younger son searched for his mother along the railway, and lost himself twice...

It's not bad, for a while the letters received by the relevant departments were all about this matter.

Whether Fan Jinshi and his wife can be reunited has become a top priority for some people.

"If it weren't for Reporter Jiang, our family still doesn't know when we would be reunited," Teacher Peng lamented:

"The comrades from your hometown are still protecting you!"

"Well," Fan Jinshi was too excited to speak at this moment.

This girl who was born and raised in Shanghai had the concept of fellow villagers for the first time.

"By the way, when will you and Dabao come to Dunhuang?" Fan Jinshi couldn't wait any longer: "When you come, remember to bring a can of White Rabbit toffee to Xiaoqiang..."

"Speak slowly, I'll take a note and write it down,"

Peng Jinzhang remembered everything happily, feeling even more excited than when he got married: "There are so many, I might as well move my home to you!"

"You were going to move your family here in the first place!"

"Hahaha……"

…

Shen Congwen, who opened Maotai in excitement half a month ago because a publishing house came to ask for books, has been looking sad these past two days.

At this moment, he was circling around Huang Yongyu's painting table!

Looking at his cousin walking back and forth in front of him, Huang Yongyu's head almost grew:

"I said, cousin, can you go back to your house and go around? It makes my head hurt."

"Go home?" Shen Congwen finally stopped: "Who can help me when I go home?"

"But you don't care if I help you with ideas?"

"You are just fooling around," Shen Congwen waved his hand and continued pacing!

In half a month, 5 or 6 publishing houses have approached Shen Congwen.

The purpose of coming here is still the same, to obtain the publishing rights for the book "Research on Ancient Costumes".

At this moment, Huang Yongyu felt funny when he thought about it: "Either there are none, or there are only so many."

"That's right," Shen Congwen also smiled bitterly and shook his head: "If it really doesn't work, I can only draw lots as you said!"

"Don't," Huang Yongyu became serious again at this moment: "Don't wait until there are any problems after the release. I really can't bear the responsibility."

Shen Congwen suddenly thought of someone: "Why don't you call Xiao Jiang and ask him what his opinion is? If I talk about this, I will lose his pen!"

"How does he know about publishing houses?"

Huang Yongyu remembered that when Jiangshan wrote the fountain pen copybook, he asked him to find a publisher relationship for him: "But when you mention Xiao Jiang, I think of something!"

"What's up?"

"You'll know in a minute!"

A few minutes later, Jiang Shan, who was sitting in the office watching TV, picked up the phone on the table.

"Who am I looking for?"

"I'll look for you,"

Huang Yongyu knew it was Jiang Shan as soon as he heard it: "Why do you answer the phone every time I call your office? Don't you have any subordinates?"

"Don't mention it, I don't even know who the leader is!"

After saying that, Jiang Shan looked at Jiang Zhuangzhuang and Ding Lingling who were working hard.

"Don't bully you because you are young," Huang Yongyu said seriously:

"I'm telling you, Xiao Jiang, you can't imitate my cousin. He was just too polite to Fan Zeng's grandson, and that's why he bit him back."

Shen Congwen pointed at Huang Yongyu and shook his head: "More than one bite!"

"Did you hear that? It's more than just one bite!"

"Are you with Mr. Shen?" Jiang Shan asked quickly: "How is his book? Has anyone asked about it?"

"Yes, yes," Huang Yongyu couldn't help but laugh: "Your Mr. Shen is very worried about this matter!"

"Are you worried about this?" Jiang Shan was surprised: "The price hasn't been agreed upon yet?"

"You are truly my nephew,"

Huang Yongyu slapped his thigh and said to Shen Congwen: "Cousin, let's just do this. Whoever pays the highest royalties will be published!"

"The one with the highest price will get it?" Shen Congwen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head decisively: "Professor Shen, after all, Professor Shen has been shouting for a long time, but I can't say this."

"I guess so. How about I help you negotiate?"

"That's even worse. You are also a very influential artist."

“Artists also need to eat!”

"Yong Yu," Shen Congwen persuaded with a smile: "Don't forget your original intention, what did we say before? As long as a publishing house is willing to publish it, I am willing to spend money!"

Huang Yongyu pursed his lips and said nothing.

At this time, he had already remembered that his cousin had already donated most of his net worth.

Do you discuss money with such a person?

"Did you hear Xiao Jiang?" Huang Yongyu asked into the microphone.

"How touching! I want to learn from Mr. Shen."

"Don't do this," Huang Yongyu said directly.

"Haha," Jiang Shan smiled: "From what you two said, it seems that there are quite a few publishers who came up with this book, right?"

"As of this morning," Huang Yongyu told the truth, "there are already six publishing houses."

"So many?" Jiang Shan really didn't expect it.

"No," Huang Yongyu smiled: "Look at how worried you, Mr. Shen, am!"

"If the first publishing house that comes to you is good enough," Jiang Shan suggested, "it's better to give it to them."

"The first publishing house?" Huang Yongyu hesitated.

"The first publishing house we found must be more optimistic about Mr. Shen's book than the others," Jiang Shan thought:

"The companies that appeared later probably still have some concerns. They all lack the courage of the first publishing house... Therefore, we should also support and be optimistic about our own units."

"Well said," Jiang Shan's words made Huang Yongyu even more convinced that he was a good comrade with love and righteousness.

"Cousin, do you still remember which publishing house found you first?"

"Of course I remember," Shen Congwen's good memory has always been famous in the industry: "I am a comrade of the Commercial Publishing House."

Huang Yongyu's eyes lit up when he heard this. This is a very powerful publishing house: "Then it's better to let the Commercial Publishing House publish it."

"Why?"

"Because it is the first publishing company to come to you..." Huang Yongyu summarized what Jiang Shan said:

"Besides, if someone asks you about it later, just proudly say that there were too many publishers, so you had no choice but to hand over the book to the first publisher that came to you."

"Um,"

After only thinking about it for a moment, Shen Congwen nodded in agreement: "This should be the best result!"

Jiang Shan on the other end of the phone also heard a familiar name: Business Press.

In my memory, it was supposed to come to Mr. Shen's house two years later, just like the Academy of Social Sciences.

It seems that everything is still following the historical trajectory.

"Xiao Jiang," the voice came from the phone, waking up Jiang Shan who had deserted: "I have good news for you."

"I just love hearing good news."
To be continued...