Chapter 139

"Ring-a-ling~"

After the bell for the end of class rang, Professor Zhou on the podium was just about to leave when many students rushed to the front, chasing him to ask questions.

Professor Zhou was not impatient but patiently answered the students' questions.

After several students finished asking questions about their studies, Sun Sun Xianjin suddenly asked: "Professor Zhou, I heard from senior students that for a long time in the future, we will focus on economic development? Is that true?"

Professor Zhou pondered for a few seconds and said cautiously: "I think it's possible. The recently concluded representative congress discussed related issues, and you students... will have great prospects in the future."

"It's actually true? That's great!"

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Li Ye, carrying his schoolbag, bypassed several excited students and went out to walk toward the library.

Li Ye knew better than anyone what the road ahead would be like.

Under the torrent of epoch-making changes, students of the Economics Department certainly had great prospects.

And the "senior students" Sun Sun Xianjin mentioned were actually him, Li Ye.

In this day and age, students with the highest scores all went to study popular majors like Chinese, so how could these students in the Economics Department not be excited when they heard they were going to catch up with good times?

"Li Ye, wait a moment."

Class monitor Zhen Seeing Zhen Rongrong chased after him from behind and asked: "Class just ended, and you're in a hurry to leave again. Why don't you discuss it with your classmates? You're not being sociable... that's not very good."

Li Ye smiled: "I'm not being unsociable. Look at how I usually get along happily with most of my classmates?

I just don't like discussing politics; arguing until our faces are red and our necks are thick for no reason is meaningless."

After enrolling, Li Ye had heard senior students talk about the sharp accusations between Qinghua and Peking University.

People at Peking University mocked those at Qinghua for being rigid, and the facts were indeed so. Now, female students at Qinghua had regulations on the length of their hair, and looking up, they all had ear-length short hair.

And people at Qinghua despised those at Peking University for being lax, bureaucratic, and keen on politics.

Li Ye had a deep understanding of this point. Peking University students now seemed to have a spirit of "taking the world as their own responsibility."

For example, at the 12th National Congress that ended not long ago, that elder proposed the theory with "Chinese characteristics," and they could discuss it for half a day; they were truly full of enthusiasm.

But Li Ye always felt that this was like three brothers who didn't have ten thousand yuan in their pockets discussing whether to buy a Mercedes or a BMW; it was somewhat detached from reality.

Rather than arguing about whether it's surnamed "capital," it's better to do some practical work with one's feet on the ground, increase tax revenue for the country, and increase prosperity.

Zhen Seeing Zhen Rongrong was stunned, then whispered: "You can't say that. The future of us economics students has a lot to do with changes in policy.

Everyone is also concerned about... whether they can make a greater contribution to the motherland."

Li Ye said helplessly: "Maybe! I'm actually very concerned about policy, but I just feel that wasting too much time on lip service is not as good as learning more professional knowledge."

In fact, Li Ye paid more attention to some current affairs and policies than others.

For example, just a few days ago, the elder met with the Iron Lady, Margaret Thatcher, and clearly stated the position on the Hong Kong issue: it must return in 1997.

This was the issue Li Ye was concerned about.

No one realized that the Iron Lady, who had been tough in the world for many years, would fall on the steps of the Great Hall of the People.

Even fewer people expected that after 1984, the "Pengcheng Speed" would shock the whole world.

A large part of the reason why Li Ye made preparations in Pengcheng was to welcome the "Pengcheng Speed" phenomenon a few years later.

But if he could reach into Hong Kong a year or two early, that would certainly be better.

Zhen Seeing Zhen Rongrong didn't know Li Ye was thinking about these things. She only felt that since the small conflict a while ago, Li Ye had suddenly "become honest," either bowing his head to write manuscripts or staring blankly, and his communication with classmates had decreased.

This made her feel a bit self-reproachful.

"Li Ye, where are you going?"

"I'm going to the post office to mail a letter."

"I'll go see if there are any new stamps too. I'll tell you something on the way."

Zhen Seeing Zhen Rongrong followed Li Ye and said while walking: "Did you not join any clubs?"

Li Ye said: "Not yet, why?"

Zhen Seeing Zhen Rongrong said: "You'd better join one, and you should also pay attention to class activities. You signed up for the 3,000-meter event, but no one has seen you practice running recently, and also...

These will all affect your moral education score, which is very important for your membership review and scholarships."

"You're the only one in our class who hasn't joined the Youth League. It's not good to always hold us back... What I'm saying might not sound very pleasant, but Teacher Mu's words are even harder to listen to than mine!"

Zhen Seeing Zhen Rongrong listed many of Li Ye's "small problems" in one breath, which stunned Li Ye.

So, to become an excellent Peking University student, there were actually so many requirements?

Li Ye had no choice but to nod repeatedly, making Zhen Seeing Zhen Rongrong feel that her persuasion was effective, before she stopped.

Peking University had a dedicated post office near the auditorium, making it convenient for students to mail letters, subscribe to magazines, collect stamps, and so on.

There were many people at the Peking University post office today. Li Ye had to mail a thick manuscript, and Zhen Seeing Zhen Rongrong, who liked stamp collecting, wanted to look at stamps.

Li Ye said: "You can ask if there are any Monkey stamps left. I feel they are printed quite well; they might appreciate in value in the future."

Little did he know, Zhen Seeing Zhen Rongrong said: "I already have Monkey stamps. Besides, you probably can't buy stamps from the year before last anymore!"

When Li Ye arrived, it was already the end of 1981, and he had only managed to collect a few 1980 Monkey stamps at the Qingshui County post office.

But looking at the situation at the Peking University post office, he estimated there was no stock.

Because this place wasn't as deserted as the Qingshui County post office; people actually had to queue to mail letters.

Li Ye felt that he should use a camera to take a picture of the scene at this moment and leave it for future generations to see,

to see how this small post office carried the longing of tens of thousands of Peking University students for the distance.

Only those who have personally experienced this era know the meaning of "a family letter is worth ten thousand gold."

Especially those older students who were admitted in the past few years; they relied entirely on a light piece of paper to express their love for their distant partners.

Five days to mail a letter, five days for a reply, ten days for a round trip. If they didn't receive a reply on time, many people might lose sleep, thinking of their wives and children under the covers, and could only shed silent tears.

For example, a guy in front of Li Ye had already bought envelopes and stamps, but suddenly spread out stationery, took out a fountain pen to paint and draw, and revised it for a long time before putting the letter paper into the envelope, sticking on the stamps, and mailing it away.

In later generations, emails and WeChat can be deleted and revised at any time, but writing letters was not that convenient.

With hooks and strokes, painting and wiping, a page of stationery might end up looking very ugly.

But the uglier the letter, the more precious it is.

Because every sentence on it has been deliberated and pondered, and between the lines, it is soaked with full longing.

Li Ye felt that there was something similar to "piety" on that guy's face.

When it was Li Ye's turn to mail the letter, a student queuing behind him suddenly asked: "Brother, are you submitting a manuscript? Looking at this thickness, is it a novella?"

Li Ye was filling in the recipient's address and, hearing the question, said: "Yes, a hobby, earning some manuscript fees."

"Hehehe, brother, you're really optimistic," the guy behind him said with a kind smile: "Are you a freshman? Have you joined any clubs?"

"Not yet," Li Ye was a bit strange and asked back: "How did you know I'm a freshman?"

Because Li Ye hadn't finished writing the mailing address; he only wrote the school address of Peking University, not the specific class.

The guy pointed to Li Ye's mailing address and said: "Isn't it obvious? Only freshmen write strictly according to the mailing address the teacher gave you. You could actually remove the four words 'Western Suburbs of the Capital' and still receive it."

Li Ye looked down and couldn't help but smile.

Capital Haidian District, Western Suburbs of the Capital, Peking University... Isn't that interesting?

After finally being admitted to the big capital from the county, it turned out to be in the rural western suburbs, hahaha.

Li Ye smiled and mailed the manuscript, but the student behind him said: "Brother, wait for me for a while, let's chat."

Li Ye nodded. Being able to chat with a senior student would allow him to find out about many things.

That guy was very fast. After coming out, he smiled at Li Ye and said: "I'm a 1980 ancient literature major, what about you?"

Li Ye also smiled and reached out his hand: "1982 World Economics, Li Ye."

"Yo, are we from the same family?" The man shook hands with Li Ye very happily: "My name is Li Yang Huaisheng. Let's go, our literature society is having an activity today, I'll take you to see it."

Li Ye hesitated and said: "I'm not prepared to join a club yet, and besides, I don't know poetry or songs..."

"Who said those studying ancient literature have to write poetry?" Li Yang Huaisheng said amusingly: "We are all enthusiasts, otherwise why would I feel like I've known you for a long time?

Besides, we aren't bandits who kidnap people; can we really force you to join?"

Li Ye finally understood why Li Yang Huaisheng asked him earlier if he was submitting a manuscript.

Since the person had already said so, Li Ye couldn't refuse to give him face, so he followed Li Yang Huaisheng toward the Chinese Department.

After walking two steps, Li Ye suddenly asked: "Senior, is there a Nakamura Naoto in your Chinese Department?"

"Yes! Which class of Han language and literature is he in? Why?"

"Nothing, I went to a dance party that day and only then did I know there were Japanese people here, just a bit strange."

Li Ye covered it up without a trace.

But Li Yang Huaisheng walked two steps and hesitated: "Brother, if you want to befriend that Nakamura, I won't take you to our literature society."

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Li Ye was stunned for a moment, then slowly smiled: "My grandfather killed Japanese soldiers, so I just found it a bit strange."

"You should have said so earlier," Li Yang Huaisheng reached out and climbed onto Li Ye's shoulder, saying while walking: "But you shouldn't show your inner emotions usually, okay? That Nakamura Naoto is very familiar with Liu, the vice minister of the student union..."

"Which Vice Minister Liu?"

"Liu Liu Chunbo."

Heh, didn't that match up?

Li Ye's manuscript set off from the capital, took a train, then a car, traveled 800 kilometers, and finally arrived at the Blue Sea Publishing House in Island City.

"Editor-in-chief, a package came for Seven-Inch Blade. I think it should be a manuscript."

"It's really rare; he's finally been diligent for once. If he were as dawdling as before, I couldn't help but go over to urge him for the manuscript."

Dong Dong Yuejin took the package with one hand, opened it, and sure enough, it was the follow-up manuscript for "Soaring Wind."

Flipping through it, Dong Dong Yuejin confirmed that there were at least 30,000 words this time.

"Very good, very good. This issue of New Wind will definitely satisfy the readers. But even the best thousand-mile horse needs a couple of lashes."

Dong Dong Yuejin smiled and said to his subordinate: "Xiao Lu, mail all those reader letters to Seven-Inch Blade, let that kid move thoroughly.

How can 30,000 words a month be enough? At least 50,000. It's not like we can't afford to pay."

Xiao Lu laughed and said: "Editor-in-chief, then our bonus this month..."

Dong Dong Yuejin waved his hand: "Ten yuan, ten yuan each."

Xiao Lu immediately praised loudly: "Editor-in-chief is wise, editor-in-chief is generous, editor-in-chief, may you have a bright future..."

"Get out~"

After Xiao Lu went out, Dong Dong Yuejin happily took out Li Ye's letter and read it carefully.

After "New Wind" was released at the end of last month, Old Dong was very uneasy; after all, he had no bottom in his heart about whether the name Seven-Inch Blade would work.

But the response was unexpectedly good; "New Wind," a monthly magazine, was actually urgently reprinted.

Then a large number of reader letters came to urge for updates, and impatient readers even requested that "New Wind" be turned into a semi-monthly magazine.

Thinking about the situation not long ago where this monthly magazine was almost canceled, Dong Dong Yuejin certainly had some feelings.

This direction of history has great prospects.

The historical heritage of the Great China is irresistible!

"Hmm?"

Dong Dong Yuejin was stunned after opening another letter from Li Ye.

Because Li Ye's tone was similar to the letter he wrote to Li Ye a month ago.

【I say, Brother Dong, I'm working so hard for you, when will the big pie you drew for me be served on the table? Is there any hope for your connections in Hong Kong?】

Dong Dong Yuejin chuckled and began to reply to Li Ye.

【Brother Li Ye, your manuscript has been mailed, but international mail has delays, hope you wait with peace of mind.】

(End of chapter)