Interstellar baby care letter

Chapter 24 The Beginning of the Crisis
early morning.

Nan Shu was sitting on the soft sofa, lightly tapping the translucent black glass coffee table with her pale jade fingers, with a thoughtful expression on her face.

She just had a video chat with Yan Ping, and Yan Ping told her that the manufacturer and the publishing house came to her, and left her the contact information of many people. Nan Shu looked at the information and decided to let the publishing house go Let's find a manufacturer first.

After picking through the information given by Yan Ping for a while, Nan Shu selected three manufacturers that were more suitable for making pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

The first one is Chanchun Manufacturing Company. This company has a large scale, excellent products, and a good reputation in the industry. It is the first choice.

Nanshu sent a message to the person in charge of Chanchun Company with her smart brain. The two exchanged a few words and agreed to meet tomorrow for a detailed discussion.

"Dengdengdeng—" Nan Jue rubbed her sleepy eyes, her short fluffy hair was in a mess, and she walked down the stairs.

"Baby," Nan Shu turned off her brain and smiled.

Nan Jue ran over quickly and threw herself on Nan Shu: "Good morning."

"Good morning." Nan Shu rubbed his short hair, delicate eyebrows and eyes filled with gentleness.

"Xiao Jue, hurry up and wash up. Mom has cooked purple potato and barley porridge."

"Okay." Nan Jue smiled sweetly, thinking of the sweet taste of purple potato and barley porridge, she stood up immediately and walked briskly to the sink.

Mom's porridge is delicious.

The dishes my mother cooks are also delicious.

Nan Jue brushed her teeth, her big eyes were moist and bright, thinking silently in her heart.

After washing up, Nan Shu served Nan Jue porridge, and put two sauerkraut dishes in front of her.

Nan Jue held a blue spoon in his chubby little hand, and obediently fed the porridge into his mouth, his cheeks fluttered like a little hamster.

Nan Shu smiled.

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Warm and sweet breakfast passed.

In the study room, Nan Jue raised her head, staring at Nan Shu with lacquer-like ink eyes, ignorant and innocent: "Mom, can you continue telling the story today?"

"Okay."

Nan Jue is completely obsessed with "Youth Learning Qionglin", this is the conclusion Nan Shu reached yesterday.

"Yesterday we talked about..."

"Dingling, ringing" the intellectual brain rings suddenly.

Nan Shu stopped, "Xiao Jue, play on your own first, and mom will take a video call."

"Yeah, let's go, mom."

Nan Shu walked out of the study, came to the living room, and connected to the video call.

Yan Ping appeared in front of him with a slightly anxious face: "Nan Shu, look online."

"What's the matter?" Nan Shu asked while boarding the star network.

"I suspect that someone deliberately hacked you, and now there are many voices questioning you on the Internet."

"Let me see."

Nan Shu quickly browsed the news on the Internet.

Zhizhi V in the circle: "I watched the live broadcast last night and thought it was quite funny. You can believe whatever Nanshu says. Are all the netizens so stupid now?"

Comments: "Finally found a normal person, just an internet celebrity anchor, everyone actually believes her words, I'm afraid I'm not a fool"

"I also feel that who knows whether Huaxia really exists. Anyway, there is a lack of literature and materials. With her mouth, she can say anything, and she can make up nonsense."

"Add one upstairs. I also said that there is a Liyun tribe on the Moon Star, with a culture of 9000 years. Do you believe it?"

Red flag fluttering in the wind V: "I don't comment on the other content of Nanshu's live broadcast due to cultural reasons, but I think everyone must pay attention to the publication. Publishing means publishing a book. I believe everyone will buy a cultural book when it is published. There are several details that are extremely scary to think about.”

"First: Who is responsible for the correctness of the published content of calligraphy knowledge; second: cultural gaps, although the calligraphy culture promoted by Nanshu has traces to follow, there are many places to be discussed. Besides, what is the source of Nanshu's calligraphy culture , Is it an ancient book or an imaginary compilation? Third: After the volume is released, the book flows into the hands of individuals, and if the content is wrong, it will affect tens of millions of people."

Comment: "Thinking about it is terrifying! I hope relevant departments will pay attention to @Publishing Department@文化管理局."

"Can Nan Shu anchor guarantee the correctness of calligraphy knowledge? @南淑V"

"Don't publish to harm people. Although we have a cultural gap, what is more terrifying than the gap is that we have inherited a wrong culture."

After hastily browsing, Nan Shu's face darkened slightly. The wind direction of public opinion on the Internet was still good yesterday. It was only one night, and the wind direction was like this. She didn't believe that no one deliberately guided it.

Yan Ping frowned, feeling annoyed: "Nan Shu, don't be impatient now. We have sent someone to investigate. It is preliminarily estimated that some people used some black comments on the Internet to deliberately lead them. Don't read the online comments."

They are in this business and know the horror of cyber violence. Nan Shu is still a little girl, and he worries that she won't be able to bear it.

Seeing Yan Ping's anxious face, Nan Shu smiled slightly: "Don't worry, it's just some gossip, I'll take care of it."

"No." Yan Ping was rarely serious, "You are a celebrity now, if your remarks are slightly wrong, just wait to be criticized."

"Well, I know." Nan Shu nodded.

Yan Ping still had something urgent to do. Seeing Nan Shu's appearance of writing it down, he felt relieved a little: "That's it, hang up first, remember to call me if you need anything."

"it is good."

The page flickered and the video was cut off.

"Dingling, ringing" the intellectual brain communication bell rang again.

"Hey, Miss Nanshu, I'm from Chanchun Company. I have something to do tomorrow, so I'm afraid I won't be able to discuss the production with you in detail."

Nan Shu raised her eyebrows. Just after she had an accident, the people from Chanchun Company couldn't get away?
That's right, after all, calligraphy culture has been questioned, and there may be no market for the by-products of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"okay, I get it."

After the chat, Nanshu hung up the communication and directly blacklisted Chanchun Company.

Although Chanchun's actions are natural, she really doesn't want such a partner.

Nan Shu carefully browsed the relevant news on the Internet again, and after rationalizing her thoughts, she sorted out three points that netizens fear and doubt: 1. The correctness of the calligraphy content, [-]. The harmfulness after publication, and [-]. As a cultural anchor No.[-] It is also the only person, the source and accuracy of the content explained.

These three points are fatal.

If you can't handle it yourself, it's small to seal the live broadcast room, but it's big to get into the game and drink tea.

Interstellar people attach great importance to culture and the legal system is strict. Based on the fact that they have spread culture to tens of millions of people, it is not impossible to get into trouble by themselves.

Nan Shu fell into deep thought. After a while, she began to quickly inquire about the cultural department and legal content.

The public opinion on the Internet has intensified, and many marketing accounts are working together, seemingly standing on the commanding heights of culture for the sake of the public, but in fact they are secretly blackmailing Nanshu.

Huaguang Live and Nanshu Xingbo began to suffer a lot.

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After Nan Shu checked the information, she set her sights on the Han Culture Association.

The Han Culture Association, the official organization of the Federation for Research and Preservation of Han Culture, is authoritative.

If they can justify what they say...
Thinking room.

"Dingling, ringing..." Zhinao's communication bell rang again.

Nan Shu connected to the communication, and an old voice came from Zhi's brain.

"Hello, is this Miss Nanshu? I'm the president of the Chinese Culture Association."

(End of this chapter)