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Chapter 110: The Dragon Slayer Becomes a Dragon? Postgraduate Assistant, the Joyful Liu Xiaoli and the Agreement
The next day, in the editor-in-chief's office at No. 97 West Street, the editorial department of "Beijing Literature and Art", Zhou Yanru couldn't help but sigh after reading the article "Notice to Readers" brought by Wang Duoyu.

"Duoyu, you're still too careless. I'm afraid we can't publish this article."

"why?"

Wang Duoyu was extremely surprised. He thought that there was nothing wrong with the article.

But his expression changed immediately and he asked:

"Editor-in-chief, are you saying that if I do this, I'm blocking other people's financial resources?"

He is not stupid, and he did think about this before writing the article, but he did not think about it deeply enough and his consideration was indeed not thorough enough.

There is a word in Tao Te Ching called "和光同尘", which describes blending with the secular world, not standing out, not showing off, and not competing with the world.

If Wang Duoyu was an old man in his seventies or eighties, then he would definitely be as humble as the dust. At his age, what else is there to fight for?
But he was just an ordinary man who lived one life longer than others, that's all.

Even if he doesn't have noble morals, does he need to rely on the money and food coupons from readers to survive?
The world of great conflict is about to begin, and it is not very difficult for Wang Duoyu to survive.

So he doesn't need any tips from these readers at all.

"Yes, this is an unspoken rule, and many authors know about it."

Zhou Yanru smiled gently and nodded:

"I know you may not be short of money, but have you ever thought about other people? Many authors can only survive by writing articles. Sometimes they can't even write a qualified article for a month or several months. They can only rely on these to survive."

"If we publish your article in Beijing Literature and Art, I'm afraid it won't be long before we are collectively 'bombarded' by other authors."

It is now 1978, and it has only been a short time. To be honest, it is relatively easy for some people to cause trouble.

And not all writers are so glamorous, many of them are barely making ends meet.

Wang Duoyu fell silent after hearing this.

He thought of Sun Shouyi, the postman in their village. Although Old Sun was not an author, he at least had a decent job as a postman. What about others?
Then he thought of Zhao Shuli again.

When an ambitious young man like Xia Kewei wanted to become a writer, Zhao Shuli persuaded Xia Kewei: Go to bed, study hard and make progress every day!

Such remarks are somewhat similar to the story of a young dragon slayer who eventually becomes the evil dragon, and Wang Duoyu's current behavior is somewhat similar, that is, he has become famous and no longer cares about the lives of those who come after him.

If he really published such an article, then his reputation would indeed reach its peak, but what about the lives of other writers?

After a long silence, Wang Duoyu still felt a little unwilling.

It's not that he has to gain a certain kind of reputation, but he simply doesn't need these readers' rewards, because many readers themselves are not very wealthy, and they all save money with a sincere heart and send money to him by putting it in the letter paper.

As a young writer with a savings of nearly 3,000 yuan and a monthly salary of over 200 yuan, Wang Duoyu is not short of money.

"Editor-in-Chief, could you please help me mail my letters back? I'll cover the associated expenses."

Zhou Yanru's face changed immediately after hearing this, and she shook her head and refused:
"That's definitely not possible. I originally thought there was no money in those letters, but I didn't expect there was money in them. Then our editorial department is even less suitable to help. You have to figure it out yourself."

"But I still advise you to leave it at that. Don't tell anyone else. The best way is to handle it calmly. Otherwise, you won't be able to handle so many letters."

Wang Duoyu nodded, thanked the old lady, and left with the manuscript.

After leaving the editorial office, Wang Duoyu returned to the Institute of Computing Technology. He didn't think about the reader's letter for the time being.

In the office of the Institute of Computing Technology, as soon as Wang Duoyu walked in, Professor Xia Peisu introduced him to the two assistants assigned to him, Shan Yunbo and Chu Yuheng.

Shan Yunbo is a tall and thin young man with very obvious acne on his face. He looks like a high school student, but he is actually a master's student at the Institute of Computing Technology this year.

Chu Yuheng is a literary young man who likes to wear hats. He has a melancholy look on his face and looks as if he hasn't woken up yet, but there is light in his eyes.

Like Shan Yunbo, Chu Yuheng was also admitted to the Institute of Computing Technology as a master's student this year.

However, neither of them passed the study abroad exam, so they could only work in the Institute of Computing Technology in China.

Professor Xia Peisu's new project was very suitable for training people, so Shan Yunbo and Chu Yuheng were stuffed into it. They were very happy to learn knowledge, but they were sent to Wang Duoyu by the professor, which made them very depressed.

They all found out that Wang Duoyu was a math genius, but he was also a freshman at Harbin Institute of Technology.

I'm just a college student, what's there to be proud of?
You know, they are both college students, and now they are master's students, so their identities are different.

Even if Wang Duoyu is a math genius, so what?

Why should he be in charge of a small project, and not only should they be his assistants, but they should also only be responsible for document delivery?

What do you think they are?

The postman?
So, after Xia Peisu finished his introduction, the smiles on Shan Yunbo and Chu Yuheng's faces were very forced.

Wang Duoyu didn't care too much. After sending them away, he discussed the next work with Professor Xia.

High-speed array processors have many advantages, but their disadvantages are also very obvious, that is, the system design and maintenance are very complicated, and a large number of processing units are required, which is costly.

The project research funding is 500,000 RMB, and more than 95% of the funds are used to purchase those processing units.

In particular, Wang Duoyu still needs a computer to facilitate his subsequent system design work. However, there is no rush for this. He will finalize the theoretical technology first.

It was another busy day. Wang Duoyu finally finished his work and could return to Harbin Institute of Technology.

But Wang Duoyu was now worried about two things: first, how to deal with the letters from readers, and second, whether he should go to Jiangcheng to visit Liu Xiaoli.

In the guesthouse, Wang Duoyu looked at the six sacks of letters in front of him, thought for a while, and finally decided to take the letters back to Harbin Institute of Technology and then slowly open them.

Regardless of the amount, all tips from readers will be sent back to him. He does not need this money.

After making the decision, he felt a lot more relaxed.

However, Wang Duoyu felt a headache when he thought about spending time opening these letters. It was such a waste of time.

"Lao Fan, come and help open the letter!"

Bang!

Bang!

When the train is moving, it collides with the rails, causing a huge noise.

"Peanuts, melon seeds, rice, fried noodles, anything you need?"

Wang Duoyu, who was sitting by the window reading a book, heard the voice of the train attendant and looked at his wrist. The time on it showed 11:50 am.

It's noon again.

"Lao Fan, what do you want to eat for lunch?"

"A rice bowl with toppings will be fine. I have a ticket here. Let me buy it." Fan Rongqing, who was bored playing chess with passengers on the upper and lower bunks, immediately looked up and responded, then took out the money and ticket to buy the meal by himself.

Yesterday, Wang Duoyu asked Lao Fan to help bring the six sacks of letters back to Harbin Institute of Technology, and then he would go south to Jiangcheng alone.

Without a doubt, Fan Rongqing refused sternly and insisted on following him south to Jiangcheng to protect his safety.

Who made Wang Duoyu happen to encounter three murderers on his way home alone?
It’s so dangerous. Lin Dehong has already issued a death order that Wang Duoyu must be protected.

The many materials mentioned by Wang Duoyu before are still missing, so we must protect him and wait for him to start a new business and build the project.

So, Wang Duoyu went south to Jiangcheng and took Fan Rongqing with him and did not get rid of him.

As for the six sacks of letters, they were taken back to the south-facing room of the editorial office of "Beijing Literature and Art" and temporarily stored there.

When Wang Duoyu and his friends arrived at Jiangcheng Railway Station, it was exactly 10:30 in the morning, which was neither good nor bad time.

After getting off the bus, the two went straight to the military guesthouse near the Jiangcheng Song and Dance Theater, put their luggage there, and then went to the song and dance theater to look for someone.

At the theater entrance, the security department heard that they were looking for someone, and that both Wang Duoyu and Fan Rongqing had military status, which was not a simple matter, so they hurried to notify them.

When Liu Xiaoli was told that someone was looking for her, she put on a coat and came out.

"Wang Duoyu!!!"

From a distance of more than 30 meters, Liu Xiaoli saw the face she had been thinking about day and night at a glance. She never expected that he would actually come.

Liu Xiaoli was so excited that she almost rushed over desperately.

When the security staff saw this, they immediately knew that Liu Xiaoli knew Wang Duoyu and Fan Rongqing, so they quickly let her go.

However, after seeing Liu Xiaoli, Fan Rongqing did not follow her, but strolled around nearby.

"Come on, I'll take you to visit our song and dance theater." Liu Xiaoli was still a little nervous, and her voice trembled slightly when she spoke.

Wang Duoyu followed her and walked into the Jiangcheng Song and Dance Theater.

This is where she learned dance and where she works now.

She entered this theater to study dance in 1970 and stayed here as a dancer after graduating two years ago. She is a young and beautiful lesbian with a good temperament and figure.

When they were in a place where there was no one around, Liu Xiaoli hugged him immediately, wanting to merge herself into his body passionately and excitedly.

"Are all actors so easily drawn into the role?"

Wang Duoyu was somewhat surprised at this time, but he still hugged her.

The two hugged each other affectionately, and their emotions were released at this moment.

After calming down, Liu Xiaoli let him go with a blush, and then pretended nothing had happened and took Wang Duoyu to formally visit the song and dance theater.

"Why did you come here suddenly? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Liu Xiaoli had a lot to say, and from her tone one could tell she was in a very happy mood. Wang Duoyu could understand her mood very well, and this was exactly the kind of performance she wanted.

To be honest, Wang Duoyu came to Jiangcheng just to see her, but he didn't say it directly.

Chatting and reminiscing about the past, even if two people have been corresponding all the time, words cannot fully represent all of a person's emotions. Face-to-face communication is the most impressive and is the accelerator of emotions.

"You mean your readers wrote to you and sent you money? How much was it in total?"

When Wang Duoyu talked about the trouble of the six sacks of letters from readers, Liu Xiaoli immediately asked curiously.

Wang Duoyu had mentioned the matter of letters from readers in his previous letter. After all, at that time, Old Mrs. Zhou kept writing to him, urging him to go to the capital to pick up those letters.

I just didn't expect that there would be money and food coupons in the readers' letters.

"I haven't opened many. I don't have that much time. When I get back, I'll take the letters back to Harbin Institute of Technology and open them there."

"How about I help you dismantle it?"

"I didn't realize you were such a money-grubber."

"Tsk, I'm just helping you solve your problem, okay? Don't be ungrateful. I'm not willing to help ordinary people."

In fact, Liu Xiaoli's monthly salary is 38 yuan, which is not high, but it is enough to support herself.

The reason why she wanted to help Wang Duoyu open the letter was purely out of curiosity and had no other purpose.

However, Wang Duoyu still refused. After all, there were too many letters, and it would cost a lot of postage just to send them to Jiangcheng.

"After I return to Harbin Institute of Technology, I may not have enough time to open the letters. When you go home for the Spring Festival, you can come and help me open the letters."

"Okay, no problem!"

Liu Xiaoli agreed readily, and the matter was settled.

The reason why Wang Duoyu told Liu Xiaoli but not Zhu Ling was not because he was partial, but because Zhu Ling herself did not have the time.

She said it herself. She has a heavy workload and has to ask for leave every time she goes out on a date.

Even though Wang Duoyu came to Beijing, he was in Zhongguancun and Zhu Ling was in Wangfujing. The two were in a long-distance relationship. When they met every day, the time they spent on the road alone was quite long.

I spent an entire afternoon with Liu Xiaoli, and we really didn't go anywhere.

The next day, she took Wang Duoyu to travel around the Yangtze River. At that time, the Yellow Crane Tower was still in ruins.

Snake Mountain is bare and there is nothing to see.

The most famous one at the moment is the famous Yangtze River Bridge, which is the first dual-use road and rail bridge built after the founding of New China and is a landmark building in Jiangcheng.

After three days of sightseeing, on the fourth night in Jiangcheng, Wang Duoyu got up and left Jiangcheng.

Although they didn't stay for long, both Liu Xiaoli and Wang Duoyu were very satisfied.

The train clanged back to the capital. Wang Duoyu had become accustomed to the sound of the train.

It has been just over half a year since he traveled through time. He has taken many trains and traveled to Beijing, Ice City and River City.

After expressing their feelings, Wang Duoyu and Fan Rongqing returned to No. 97 West Street. With the help of Fu Jixiang, they delivered all the six sacks of letters to the train station.

After getting on the bus, Wang Duoyu and Fan Rongqing finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the berth gasping for breath.

At this moment, Wang Duoyu heard a cry of surprise:
"Duoyu, is it really you? Oh my god, this is such a coincidence. Are you going back to school now?"

(End of this chapter)