Rebirth of the Wild Age

"May Festival, the clear blue sky...the wheat hasn't grown, the smell of wheat can't be smelled, and there are no paper gourds hanging in front of every house...'Erliban''s unhealthy legs are falling and falling, far away! Blurred! The hills and woods are gradually receding. The sound of sheep is accompanied by the blank neighing of old Zhao San in the distance."

Song Weiyang closed "The Field of Life and Death" and handed the book to Lin Zhuoyun: "I shouldn't have read it. I felt very sad after reading it. Why are you suddenly interested in war literature?"

"I chose a topic for myself to conduct a comparative study of Chinese anti-war literature and contemporary Western anti-war literature." Lin Zhuoyun said.

Song Weiyang said: "Someone should have done this kind of research, right?"

Lin Zhuoyun said: "There are some related papers, but I think it is not perfect enough, maybe I can research some new ideas."

Song Weiyang said: "You have chosen too many topics, and your literature accumulation is not enough. Even if you write a paper, I am afraid that there is no depth at all. It is better to study the differences between male and female writers in Anti-Japanese War literature. Do things step by step. The same is true for learning, don’t think about reaching the sky in one step and becoming a blockbuster.”

Lin Zhuoyun was stunned, and suddenly smiled: "You are right, this topic is really too big, and a paper cannot be supported at all. If you want to study in depth, I am afraid that you will have to write a series of papers, and finally compile it into a book gone."

Song Weiyang pointed to the "Field of Life and Death" and said: "I have only read "The Legend of Hulan River" in Xiao Hong's works. Now I read her "Field of Life and Death" again, and it's really creepy. If I read too much of this kind of book, I will get depressed. .”

"It's not that scary, is it?" Lin Zhuoyun said.

"Just read it casually, of course it's not scary," Song Weiyang said, "The structure of this book is very scattered, but inside is layer upon layer. When reading, I think deeply and think too much, it's simply suffocating .Even if the historical background of September 18 is discarded and read as a modern novel, the reflections are quite terrifying. Especially when the story is set into the current rural areas. Although the War of Resistance Against Japan was won, there are many stories about Human things still exist in general.”

"It's not that mysterious, is it?" Lin Zhuoyun said.

"So, you still lack life experience, and there are many things you can't imagine." Song Weiyang picked up "The Field of Life and Death" again, and said with emotion, "It's unbelievable, this was written when Xiao Hong was 24 years old. Her ideological realm at that time, I'm afraid she is a hundred times more mature than the 64-year-old Eileen Chang."

Hearing what Song Weiyang said, Lin Zhuoyun seriously doubted her academic future, because she... couldn't understand what Song Weiyang was talking about.

Song Weiyang continued: "Xiao Hong's heart is really ruthless. In normal Anti-Japanese War literature creation, Jin Zhi should be killed by the butcher's knife of the Japanese invaders before losing her virginity, arousing the people's sense of resistance, so the death of a woman is given Sacred meaning, this book will be more sought after by the public because of this. But she didn't, she let Jin Zhi survive. Under the righteousness of the Anti-Japanese War, Xiao Hong directly dissected human nature, and expressed her love for life and death, for men, and for the nation-state from a female perspective. It even questioned the true awakening of the people. Based on this alone, "The Field of Life and Death" can be ranked among the top anti-Japanese literature in terms of pure literature and art."

"I can see this too, there is a strong feminist color in it," Lin Zhuoyun asked, "but what about the horror connotations you mentioned?"

Song Weiyang pointed to the cover and said: "The title of the book is "The Field of Life and Death". The author has given everything. What she wants to express is life and death. It's scary to see the story in modern society."

"I'll read it carefully again." Lin Zhuoyun said.

"Don't read it. It's best not to write a paper about what I said. It's destroying social harmony." Song Weiyang laughed.

While the two were talking, Lin Wanzi came in with food and shouted to the next door: "Doudo, wash your hands and eat!"

"Coming!" Doudou agreed.

The private dining room was moved to the bedroom on the second floor, and a folding table was placed, enough to meet the dining needs of four people.

Doudou hopped over, picked up the bowl, and began to tell interesting things about the school: "Feng Chao in our class got into trouble again today. He climbed to the top of the flagpole and hung the school uniform of his deskmate on it. The teachers were afraid that he would fall off. , still didn’t dare to scold him, and it took him a long time to coax him down. Then the dean went over and slapped him, and called his parents, who beat him up again.”

"Is it Feng Chao who tied balloons to your braid?" Lin Wanzi asked.

"It's him, he's very naughty," Doudou said with a smile, "I didn't suffer. I poured ink into his pencil case, and when I opened it, it was all over the table, and the books and hands were also full of ink."

"Are you more mischievous?" Lin Wanzi said speechlessly, "You made two mistakes. First, you shouldn't waste ink and dirty other people's books. You need money to buy these; You have taken revenge too much by tying balloons to the sky. When you get along with your classmates, you must be civilized and courteous, and you must not destroy the unity. Do you know?"

Doudou said: "I didn't destroy the unity. He still doesn't know who poured the ink, and he asked me to help him investigate the murderer so stupidly."

"You're pretty capable, aren't you?" Lin Wanzi became angrier the more she heard it.

"Yes." Doudou said weakly.

Song Weiyang couldn't help laughing: "Doudo, you did one thing right. No matter what you do in the future, you must not leave clues or expose yourself."

Doudou said: "I think so too."

Lin Zhuoyun couldn't laugh or cry: "How do you teach children?"

Song Weiyang was just about to talk nonsense when Nokia's phone rang again. Answering the phone now requires money. Song Weiyang answers long-distance calls every day, and the phone bill is already exploding.

No way, now is a critical period. On the one hand, Pepsi is aggressive, and on the other hand, Xifeng is adjusting the channel structure without making any mistakes. Song Weiyang has to listen to reports from the company's headquarters every day.

Recently, a large number of first-level agents of Xifeng Company have switched to the embrace of Pepsi-Cola. But it doesn't matter, because Xifeng is targeting sales terminals. Although it caused confusion for a short time, sales are steadily increasing.

The gangsters like Shenghai Railway Station are only a minority. Most of Xifeng's regional partners are well-known or popular in the local area. With this innate advantage, it is easy for several nearby stores to cooperate. What's more, there is no price difference between several levels of dealers, which greatly reduces the purchase cost of small stores, and those small stores are also willing to cooperate.

This kind of small store, similar products are relatively single. Take Coke as an example. There are only so many customers who buy Coke. It is impossible to sell several kinds of Coke at the same time. Naturally, sell what is more profitable.

However, the logistics costs and wage costs of Xifeng Company are also rising steadily, the number and scale of sales branches are increasing rapidly, the company's cash has already bottomed out, and it is busy looking for loans from banks. This kind of rapid expansion will inevitably lead to management chaos and corruption, which will take at least half a year to a year to straighten out.

"Those scattered, small-scale regional partners are directly transformed into our salesmen, and we pay them a small fixed salary," Song Weiyang instructed on the mobile phone, "and sign long-term delivery contracts with street deliverers. Regardless Whether it is store customer information or delivery information, we must start to collect and organize it from now on. For example, which streets have which stores, which ones have entered our products, and which ones can develop into our customers, we must collect them to become a data base. "

Zhang Guodong said: "Chairman, are you trying to exhaust us? The workload is too great!"

"It's not for you to make it in a day and collect it slowly," Song Weiyang said. "I'm already asking programmers to develop software. In the future, this kind of information can be entered into the computer and managed like a fool through the software."

"That's good." Zhang Guodong smiled.

Kingsoft's ps97 development work has achieved phased results, and the rest is tinkering and optimization. Although Qiu Bojun and Lei Jun both disdain to do enterprise application software, but now that the R\u0026D team has spare time, coupled with the support of the big sponsor, Jinshan still honestly helps Xifeng to develop management software.

Song Weiyang added: "You tell Yang Xin that when the company's financial constraints ease a bit, you can consider launching new products."

"Received." Zhang Guodong said.

The power of the 101 system is also reflected in the promotion of new products.

Once Xifeng Company has a new product on the market, a large number of its salesmen and regional partners can deliver the new product to retail stores in a short period of time, without the need for dealers to promote it layer by layer.

When Song Weiyang hung up the phone, Lin Wanzi said with emotion: "It's really not easy to do business, you are tired enough answering the phone every day."

Doudou said: "I'm not tired of answering the phone, I really like making calls."

Lin Zhuoyun smiled and said, "Uncle is tired and has a lot of things to worry about. Just like you do math word problems, you only need so many words to write the answer, but you need to use your brain to think about how to solve the problem."

This metaphor is vivid, and Doudou feels the same way: "That's really tiring, uncle is so pitiful."

The adults couldn't help laughing, and the dining table was full of joy.

After dinner, Song Weiyang took Lin Zhuoyun's hand and walked on the streets of Wujiaochang.

Although it is remote here, it is still very lively at night, and many students from various schools will come to hang out.

"Shall we go to the city to watch a movie tomorrow?" Lin Zhuoyun said.

Song Weiyang said: "It can only be another day. Tomorrow, the Shenghai College Student Volunteer Association will be formally established. I am the default president and must preside over the entire work."

"You are really busy. You have to do business, study, and manage this volunteer association." Lin Zhuoyun said with emotion.

Song Weiyang said: "It's good to put up the shelf, let the secretary-general do the specific affairs, and I, the president, are just decorations."

"It's the hands-off shopkeeper again." Lin Zhuoyun complained.

The two happened to pass by the hotel where the murderer was caught some time ago, and saw a young couple sneaking around like thieves, and immediately separated when they arrived at the hotel. The man went in to register and pay the money, and gestured quietly to the woman, who immediately trotted in to follow.

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "What do you think they are doing?"

"Who knows?" Lin Zhuoyun rolled his eyes at him.

Song Weiyang said: "I guess, these two students must be discussing life and dreams when they come to the hotel."

Lin Zhuoyun laughed and said: "The discussion of life is directly discussed in school. They must have come to the hotel to do bad things."

"When you do bad things, you go to the school's grove, and you come to the hotel to discuss the big things." Song Weiyang blinked, "Why don't we go to the hotel to discuss?"

Lin Zhuoyun blushed suddenly, the cafe's bedroom had just been renovated and it would take a while to move in. It's true that she hasn't made out with Song Weiyang for a long time, just lying on the bed and hugging each other and groping.

Lin Zhuoyun's body became hot for no reason, and she whispered: "Next Monday, I'm going to be popular today."

"Yeah." Song Weiyang nodded repeatedly.

"It's agreed, don't mess around, touch it a few times at most." Lin Zhuoyun said resolutely.

Song Weiyang began to think about life, when should he really eat Teacher Lin?