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Chapter 104 0101 [Both of Master Chen's companies have great names!]

After class, Professor Yuan left immediately.

Some students who were listening to the lecture in the corridor even swarmed around him to ask questions, since they didn't have a chance to ask questions during class.

Seeing that there were quite a few people, Chen Guiliang didn't go over to join in, but he was also surrounded by some classmates.

"Chen Guiliang, what's your MSN number?"

"Sorry, I only have QQ."

"Then leave your QQ number or email address. We can communicate more often when we have the chance. I also really like classical literature."

My QQ number and email address are...

"Excuse me, do you have a cell phone? Could you leave your phone number?"

"Let's communicate online instead."

"Are you still writing poetry lately? I've been writing classical poems on the Poem section of the school BBS; we can exchange ideas. What's your BBS username?"

"I haven't logged into Peking University's BBS yet."

"How can a Peking University student not visit the Peking University BBS? You should go check it out. My online name is Qingfeng Lanyue."

"Okay, I'll go tonight."

"Chen Guiliang, I wrote four poems during the National Day holiday. I'll send them to your email when I get back to the dorm tonight. Please help me with some corrections."

"I dare not presume to offer corrections; let us discuss this further."

"..."

The students who come to listen to "Ancient Chinese Literature" are more or less interested in ancient literature.

Some of them have already started writing classical Chinese poems.

This circle is small, and there are very few highly skilled individuals. They have a strong desire to communicate, and they are particularly enthusiastic when they meet like-minded people, sometimes even able to chat with you for an hour or two.

Chen Guiliang was very patient at this moment. He publicly shared his QQ number and email address and spoke with the students in a very polite manner.

However, there were too many people at the scene, and Chen Guiliang was unwilling to give out his mobile phone number.

The guys who surrounded him not only talked to Chen Guiliang, but also chatted among themselves, exchanging contact information.

This place has become a large-scale offline social networking event.

Chen Guiliang smiled happily, surrounded by potential users of Three Kingdoms Kill and Renren.com!
He left the Science Building happily, and Zhao Beibei and other students from the Yuanpei Class caught up with him, chatting and laughing about the ancient myths they had learned that day.

Soon, Chen Guiliang's smile vanished.

There are fixed bicycle parking racks at the main entrance of the Lijiao Building and on both sides of the surrounding roads. Chen Guiliang arrived relatively late, and the area outside the main entrance was already full, so he temporarily locked his bicycle in the open space in front of the building.

Although the parking is irregular, everyone does it this way. Especially during the first period in the morning, there are so many haphazardly parked bicycles that they can block the road.

At this moment, the spot where he parked his car was completely empty...

"Who the hell stole my bicycle?!"

Enraged, Chen Guiliang cursed, "Stealing a worthless secondhand car worth only a few dozen yuan? That son of a bitch must be desperate for money!"

"Hahahaha!"

The classmates who had just asked him for his contact information were now laughing gleefully.

Zhao Beibei patted his shoulder gently: "Please accept my condolences. It's possible that the car you bought was also stolen and sold, and it's just re-entering the second-hand market now."

"Are you trying to comfort me?" Chen Guiliang asked.

"Yes." Zhao Beibei nodded.

"You're really good at comforting people." Chen Guiliang wanted to trick this guy into wearing women's clothes, since there were probably a lot of perverts who would like delicate skin.

A senior student pushed his bicycle over and said, "Junior, you're still too young. Look at my bike, it has five locks on it. Even bike thieves would shake their heads in disapproval."

"Thank you for your guidance, senior brother."

Chen Guiliang walked back to his dormitory in a sullen mood, planning to buy an even more dilapidated car, the kind that would make even car thieves weep.

Room 404 was still empty except for him.

Guo Feng sleeps in his office every day.

Senior Brother Min and Jiang Junlai, on the other hand, returned to their dorms right on time. Unless they needed to do laundry or take a shower, they would always stay in the study room until the last few minutes.

Chen Guiliang turned on his computer, but instead of writing an article immediately, he first browsed the Peking University BBS.

At that time, people from outside the university could freely post on university BBS, which is why Sister Furong became a sensation this year. Next year, in response to policy calls, it will switch to a real-name registration system within the university.

When Chen Guiliang registered his account, he didn't know what to choose as his username, so he just randomly picked "Feng Kelian".

He quickly browsed the posts and found that the number of posts in the society and economy sections was alarmingly high. Clicking into them, he was surprised to find that most of them were discussing state-owned enterprise reform.

This issue was raised by Lang Xianping last year, and it has now become a topic of public participation.

Due to public opinion, the management buyouts (MBOs) of state-owned enterprises will be halted next year.

This directly changed the direction of state-owned enterprise reform!
Chen Guiliang also enjoys online politics. After reading a few posts, he felt itchy to comment.

Then I clicked into the Literature and Arts section and saw a post asking: "I just read 'Legends of the Past and Present,' and the author of 'Martial Arts Inn' is Bu Feiyan. Is she the one on our BBS?"

"That's her, a first-year graduate student majoring in ancient literature."

"I was wondering why she hadn't been up lately; turns out she'd been secluded writing her novel."

"Sigh, Shuxia Yehou has also been missing for a long time. I used to see him occasionally on the BBS."

"The author of 'In Search of the Supernatural' is also our senior brother?"

"Alumnus? They graduated a long time ago."

"During the National Day holiday, I read 'Mengya' and Chen Guiliang's 'Those Things of the Ming Dynasty' was quite interesting."

"I'm speechless. You're in college and you're still reading 'Mengya' magazine? That's for middle school students."

"Why can't we watch movies at university?"

"..."

Chen Guiliang clicked into the original content section again, and thinking about his stolen bicycle, he couldn't help but post a limerick.

A Message to Car Thieves

The rusty bell had a dull sound.
The tire is flat and the casing is crumbling. You actually think highly of this junk?
They're fucking desperate for money!
These kinds of posts are surprisingly popular, and they quickly garnered a lot of replies.

"Haha, yet another victim."

"What a poem, what a poem!"

"I miss my beloved car that I had for two years. The car thief had a son who had no father!"

"A car thief can't even find a wife, let alone have a son."

"Brother, you are truly talented. This poem may seem vulgar at first glance, but it actually contains a hidden meaning. It uses humor to express the feelings of us students whose cars have been stolen... To hell with it, my nice car, which I bought for a few hundred dollars, was stolen by some idiot during the National Day holiday!"

"..."

This post quickly became a forum for victims of stolen bicycles.

Chen Guiliang was amused by what he saw, so he clicked into other sections and accidentally stumbled upon Sister Furong's post. Her S-shaped figure was a bit too much for his eyes, so he quickly left the BBS to continue writing his article.

He has already collected and excerpted all the interesting historical materials about Zhu Yuanzhang.

Now all you have to do is string together humorous words, and you can type away at lightning speed.

"Is he writing another historical novel?"

Senior Brother Min and Jiang Junlai finally returned; any further delay would have been considered late.

Jiang Junlai was so tired that his head was spinning. Lying in bed, he complained, "I've never been this busy even in my senior year of high school!"

Chen Guiliang laughed and said, "You got into university through the math Olympiad, what could you possibly be busy with in your senior year of high school?"

"I'm busy studying advanced mathematics," Jiang Junlai said.

"You're awesome." Chen Guiliang didn't want to talk about this stupid topic anymore.

Min Wenyu asked, "These past few days, you've been getting a lot of calls from publishers. Has 'Those Things About the Ming Dynasty' sold?"

"Sold," Chen Guiliang said.

Min Wenyu asked, "How much?"

Chen Guiliang said, "A minimum of 15% tiered royalties."

Both Senior Brother Min and Jiang Junlai were unfamiliar with the publishing industry and didn't know what this price quote meant. They chatted briefly before changing the subject to other topics.

Chen Guiliang continued typing away.

After writing three or four thousand words, Chen Guiliang rubbed his wrists and asked, "Senior Brother Min, do you know any senior brothers or sisters who study law?"

“There are plenty,” Min Wenyu said. “A quarter of our 03 Yuanpei Class students chose to study law.”

Chen Guiliang asked, "Is it alright for you to help me review the contract?"

"What do you think?" Min Wenyu retorted.

"Introduce me to someone; we need to sign a contract tomorrow."

"Okay. You have to treat them to a meal."

“No problem. Let’s go out for a feast tomorrow night. You and Jiang Junlai can come too.”

Jiang Junlai sighed, "Sigh, I have class tomorrow night."

Chen Guiliang laughed and said, "Who told you to sign up for 20 courses?"

Jiang Junlai said weakly, "I regret it. But the trial period is over, and there's no way to withdraw from the course now."

……

The senior student introduced by Min Wenyu is named Xu Lei, a student in the 02 Yuanpei Class, majoring in law and minoring in management, philosophy and sociology.

"There's nothing seriously wrong, just a few details that need to be changed." Xu Lei circled a few words with his pen.

Li Xunhuan took it, glanced at it, and smiled: "Then print two more copies nearby."

They found a printing shop, where Chen Guiliang signed and put his fingerprint, and Li Xunhuan signed and stamped the company seal.

Then he went to the bank and transferred the 10 yuan advance to Chen Guiliang's account.

"I'm leaving now," Li Xunhuan said.

Chen Guiliang said, "Let's go get some barbecue."

Li Xunhuan said, "Let's talk about it next time, I really have something urgent to attend to."

"Okay, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Chen Guiliang went to eat barbecue with his senior brother Xu Lei and even called his senior brother Min to come along.

Sitting in front of the barbecue stall, Xu Lei couldn't help but ask, "What's the deal with your book? A guaranteed 15% tiered royalty. I'm really ignorant; I've never heard of anyone getting such high royalties."

Chen Guiliang explained simply: "A small shark has swum into the publishing industry."

"Understood." Xu Lei nodded.

Don't be fooled by Li Xunhuan's easy-going manner. He even claimed that Guo Jingming's illustrated collection was destined for low sales, which is why he didn't set an exorbitant price.

It's all nonsense.

His offer to Guo Jingming was definitely a guaranteed 15% plus tiered commission. To close the deal, Li Xunhuan frequently traveled between Beijing and Shanghai, persuading the plagiarized party to settle with Guo Jingming.

However, Guo Xiaosi still felt that Li Xunhuan's company was unreliable, and ultimately chose the traditional publishing house with the second highest bid.

Even if Chen Guiliang weren't a reincarnated person, he would still choose Chunfeng Literature and Art Publishing House...

Editor Shi Xiang spoke with perfect logic and great sincerity.

Only Han Han was bold enough to risk cooperating with Li Xunhuan.

The week after Chen Guiliang signed the publishing contract, his two companies finally completed their registration.

A company called Game Science.

A company called ByteDance.

Guo Feng particularly liked the two names. Looking at the company license, he said, "They sound great. Especially ByteDance, it has a kind of romanticism that comes with science. Quickly get someone to make two signs, I'll take a picture and show it to my senior."

This guy recently bought a film camera.

(End of this chapter)