"On May Day, the clear blue sky... The wheat has not grown up, and I can't smell the fragrance of wheat. There is no paper gourd in front of every house... The unhealthy legs of 'two and a half' are falling and falling, far away! It's blurred! The hills and woods are gradually moving away. The sound of sheep is accompanied by the confused roar of Lao Zhao San in the distance."

Song Weiyang closed the "Site of Life and Death" and handed the book to Lin Zhuoyun: "I shouldn't have read it, I feel uncomfortable after reading it. Why are you suddenly interested in the literature of the War of Resistance? "

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

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

Lin Zhuoyun said: "There are some related papers, but I think they are not perfect enough. Maybe I can develop some new ideas."

Song Weiyang said: "Your choice of this topic is too big, and your literary accumulation is not enough. Even if you write a paper, you may not have much depth. It is better to study the differences in the works of male and female writers in the Anti-Japanese War literature. You should do things step by step, and the same is true for doing things. Don't think about reaching the sky in one step or making a big splash."

Lin Zhuoyun was stunned for a moment and suddenly smiled: "You are right. This topic is really too big. A paper cannot support it. If you want to study it in depth, you may have to write a series of papers and finally compile them into a book."

Song Weiyang pointed to the book "The Scene of Life and Death" and said, "I have only read Xiao Hong's works "The Legend of Hulan River". Now I read her "The Scene of Life and Death" again, which is simply creepy. Reading this kind of thing will cause depression if you read too much."

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

"It's certainly not scary to read it casually," said Song Weiyang. "The structure of this book is very scattered, but it's layer by layer. When reading it, I thought deeply and overthink it, which is simply suffocating. Even if I put aside the historical background of September 18 and read it as a modern film, what I reflected is terrifying enough. Especially when I put the story into the current rural areas, although the Anti-Japanese War was won, there are many things about human nature that are still common."

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

"So, you still lack life experience, and you can't imagine many things," Song Weiyang picked up "The Scene of Life and Death" again and sighed, "It's unbelievable that this book was written by Xiao Hong when she was 24 years old. Her ideological realm at that time was probably a hundred times more mature than that of Zhang Ailing, who was 64 years old."

After 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 cruel. Normal anti-Japanese literature creation should allow Jin Zhi to die in the butcher knife of the Japanese invaders before losing his virginity, which aroused the public's consciousness of resistance. Therefore, the death of a woman was given sacred meaning, and this book would be more popular with the public. But she did not. She allowed Jin Zhi to survive. Under the righteousness of the Anti-Japanese War, Xiao Hong directly identified human nature and expressed her understanding of life and death, men, nation-state, and even the true awakening of the people from a female perspective. With this point, "The Field of Life and Death" can rank among the top few in the Anti-Japanese literature at the purely literary and artistic level."

"I can see this too, and it has a strong feminist color," Lin Zhuoyun asked, "but what about the horrifying connotations you said?"

Song Weiyang pointed to the cover and said, "The book is called "The Field of Life and Death". The author has given everything. What she wants to express is survival and death. This is an eternal and unchanging artistic topic. It can be embedded in any historical background. If you put the story into modern society, it is terrible."

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

"Stop reading. It's best not to write the papers that I said, it's just to destroy social harmony." Song Weiyang smiled.

As the two were talking, Lin Wanzi came in with the food and shouted to the next door: "Doudou, wash your hands and have dinner!"

"Here you come!" Doudou agreed.

The private dining room was moved to the second floor bedroom with a folding table that was enough to meet the dining needs of four people.

Doudou jumped and ran, picked up the bowl and started talking about interesting stories in the school: "Today, Feng Chao from our class got into trouble again. He climbed onto the top of the flagpole and hung his deskmate's uniform on it. The teachers were afraid that he would fall down and dared not scold him. They coaxed him for a long time before coaxing him down. Then the director went over and slapped him in the face, called his parents, and the parents beat him up again."

"That is Feng Chao, who tied a balloon to your braid?" Lin Wanzi asked.

"It's him, very naughty," Doudou smiled, "I didn't suffer any loss. I poured the ink into his pencil case, and when I opened the table, the books and hands were full of ink."

"Are you more naughty?" Lin Wanzi said speechlessly, "You made two mistakes. First, you should not waste ink and dirty other people's books. These are all bought for money; second, if you just tie a balloon on your braid, you will have to take revenge too much. When you get along with your classmates, you must be civilized and courteous, and not destroy unity. Do you know?"

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

"You are quite capable, aren't you?" Lin Wanzi became more and more angry as she heard it.

"Yes." Doudou said weakly.

Song Weiyang couldn't help but laugh: "Doudou, you did something right. No matter what you do in the future, you can't leave clues or expose yourself."

Doudou said: "I think so too."

Lin Zhuoyun said laughing and crying: "How do you teach your children?"

Just as Song Weiyang was about to talk nonsense, Nokia's phone ringing rang again. Now it is also a matter of money to answer the phone. Song Weiyang answered the long distance every day, and the phone bill was about to explode.

There is no way, now is a critical period. On the one hand, Pepsi is aggressive, while on the other hand, Xifeng is adjusting the channel structure and making no mistakes. Song Weiyang listens to reports sent by the company headquarters every day.

In recent times, a large number of first-level agents of Xifeng Company have switched to PepsiCo's arms. But it doesn't matter, because Xifeng is targeting sales terminals. Although it has caused chaos in a short period of time, sales are steadily increasing.

For example, those gangsters at Shenghai Railway Station are only a few. Most of Xifeng's regional partners are locally licensed or have good popularity. With this innate advantage, it is easy to cooperate with several nearby stores. What's more, without the price difference between several levels of dealers, the purchase cost of small stores is greatly reduced, and those small stores are also willing to cooperate.

These small shops have relatively single similar products. Take Coke as an example. There are only so many customers who buy Coke. It is impossible to sell several types at the same time. Naturally, what makes it more profitable and what sells.

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

"Those scattered and non-scale regional partners are directly converted into our salesmen and paid them a small amount of fixed salary," Song Weiyang instructed on his mobile phone. "There is a long-term delivery contract with those who deliver goods from the street. Whether it is store customer information or delivery information, it must be collected and sorted out from now on. For example, which street has stores, which stores have been included, which products have been entered, and which can develop into our customers can be collected into data information databases."

Zhang Guodong said: "Chairman, do you want to exhaust us? The workload is too high!"

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

"That's good." Zhang Guodong said with a smile.

The development of Kingsoft's ps97 has achieved phased results, and the rest is repair and optimization. Although Qiu Bojun and Lei Jun are not willing to make enterprise application software, the R&D team now has free time, and with the big financial supporters seeking each other, Kingsoft still honestly helps Xifeng to develop management software.

Song Weiyang said again: "You tell Yang Xin that when the company's financial shortage is slightly relieved, 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 new products on the market, a large number of salesmen and regional partners can deliver new products to retail stores in a short period of time without the need for dealers to promote them layer by layer.

After Song Weiyang hung up the phone, Lin Wanzi sighed: "It's really not easy to do business. You are tired enough to answer calls every day."

Doudou said: "I'm not tired when answering the phone. I like to make phone calls."

Lin Zhuoyun smiled and said, "Uncle is tired and has many things to worry about. Just like you do math application questions, you only have so many words to write answers, but you have to think about how to solve the problem."

This metaphor is vivid and Doudou empathizes with it: "That's so tiring, uncle is so pitiful."

The adults couldn't help laughing, and the dining table was filled with joy.

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

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

"Can you go to the city to watch a movie tomorrow?" said Lin Zhuoyun.

Song Weiyang said: "I can only have another day. The Shenghai College Student Volunteer Federation will be officially established tomorrow. I am the appointed president and must preside over the work throughout the process."

"You are really busy enough. You have to do business and study, and you have to take care of this volunteer association." Lin Zhuoyun sighed.

Song Weiyang said: "Just put on the shelf, let the Secretary-General do the specific matters, and I, as the president, are just decorations."

"It's the boss again." Lin Zhuoyun complained.

The two happened to pass the hotel where the murderer had been caught some time ago. A young couple was sneaky, like a thief. They immediately separated when they arrived at the hotel. The man went in to register and pay the money, quietly gestured to the woman, and the girl immediately trotted and followed in.

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

"Who knows?" Lin Zhuoyun rolled her eyes.

Song Weiyang said: "I guess, these two students came to the hotel to discuss life and dreams."

Lin Zhuoyun said funny: "Discussing life, we will discuss it directly in school. They must have come to the hotel to do bad things."

"If you do bad things, you can go to the school woods. Come to the hotel to discuss big things," Song Weiyang blinked, "How about we go to the hotel to discuss it too?"

Lin Zhuoyun suddenly blushed. The bedroom of the cafe had just been renovated and it had to be hung for a while before she could move in. She really didn't have any intimacy with Song Weiyang for a long time, just lying on the bed and hugging each other and touching her.

Lin Zhuoyun's body felt hot for no reason and she whispered: "Next Monday, I'll be popular today."

"Yeah." Song Weiyang nodded repeatedly.

"I agreed that I don't do anything randomly, and I can touch it at most a few times." Lin Zhuoyun said firmly.
Chapter completed!