Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 876 Journal
Freud said: Dreams are a true dialogue between a person and his own heart. Everything seen and felt in the secret dream, breathing, tears, pain and joy, are not meaningless.

In other words, what Zhang Zhong saw in his dream is also meaningful.

Zhang Zhong is not a fan of Freud, but he agrees with this statement.

In other words, he believed that everything he saw in his dreams had meaning.

For example, when he dreamed that Luo Yu was sitting on the ridge of the field, it was because he had thought of letting Luo Yu play Fugui before, so Luo Yu became the image of Fugui in the dream.

But what Zhang Chong couldn't figure out was why Fugui didn't lead a buffalo, but a pig that looked quite proud. What does this pig represent?

Had he thought of pigs for a moment before?

After thinking about it, the only thing that can be connected with pigs is the pork for lunch.

But people generally don't think of pigs when they eat pork.

Confucius said, seeing him alive, he couldn't bear to see him die, and hearing his voice, he couldn't bear to eat his flesh, so a gentleman stays away from the kitchen.

Therefore, when people eat meat, not only will they not deliberately think about the appearance of the food alive, but they will instinctively block relevant information.

Unable to figure out why, Zhang Zhong decided not to think about it again.

……

In the afternoon, Zhang Zhong went to Shizhong College, and his classes were generally arranged in a concentrated manner. For example, on Monday afternoon, he had four consecutive classes.

Before class, he went to Liang Yanqiu's office.

When Zhang Zhong arrived, Liang Yanqiu was eating. Seeing Zhang Zhong coming, he quickly stood up, "Why are you here, Dean?"

"I have class in the afternoon. Of course I want to come. I'll stop by your place to have a look before class." Zhang Zhong approached and looked at the boxed lunch on the coffee table, and said with a smile, "Why are you eating so late?"

It's already past one o'clock in the afternoon, and it's a bit late for lunch.

Liang Yanqiu explained with a smile, "The restaurant I eat sells well. If you go early, you have to wait in a long line. If you go late on purpose, you don't need to line up."

Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "It seems that next time we arrange classes for you, we should avoid having three or four classes, so that you can go there earlier, before the students leave school, and you don't have to wait in line."

He joked casually, but he didn't expect Liang Yanqiu to say seriously, "It's a good idea, tell the course affairs team for me later, they may not sell me this face."

Zhang Zhong was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

He sat down on the sofa again, "you can eat, don't worry about me. I mainly come to see how you are living here during this time, and now it seems that at least there is no big problem with food."

Liang Yanqiu was not polite, picked up the lunch box and started eating.

He didn't pay much attention, and said with food in his mouth, "No problem, I have a good stomach."

"Is the accommodation satisfactory?" Zhang Zhong asked again.

“Satisfactory, spacious and clean, everything you need.”

Zhang nodded his head, "That's good. I invited you all the way. If I can't satisfy you with my basic life, I'll be ashamed. As for teaching, what's wrong with you?"

Liang Yanqiu stopped eating and said, "There are indeed many things I'm not used to in terms of schoolwork."

Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where are you not used to?"

"The students are all excellent. They can understand everything I say, and they are very active. They don't need me to call names when answering questions."

Zhang Chong heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that Liang Yanqiu looked dull, but he was also very humorous.

There was still a while before class, Zhang Zhong was not in a hurry to leave, so he went to pour himself a glass of water, and then watched Liang Yanqiu eat leisurely.

After Liang Yanqiu finished his meal, Zhang Zhong said again, "The college is going to publish a journal, are you interested in hosting it?"

Zhang Chong had been planning to do the academic journal for a long time, but he had been delaying it until now.

Since we want to run a journal, we naturally need someone to preside over it.

Zhang Zhong himself can't do it, he doesn't have the time and energy, and vice president Wen Han also has a lot of chores to do every day, and he can't let go.

Originally, Zhang Zhong wanted to hand over the journal to Yang Xiao. This guy is also experienced. After all, his family has a "Literary News", and he is familiar with this aspect of affairs.

However, Yang Xiao is not very interested in the affairs of the journal. His ambition lies in other places, and he does not want to be bound by a journal.

After Zhang Zhong thought about it, he thought of Liang Yanqiu.

Liang Yanqiu worked as an editor for the "Song of Chang'an" magazine for a year after returning from supporting teaching, so he has industry experience.

Besides, he doesn't have heavy schoolwork, so he should be able to spare time.

So Zhang Zhong came to ask his opinion.

Liang Yanqiu did not answer Zhang Zhong immediately, but took a sip of water first, then took out a pack of cigarettes, took out two and handed Zhang Zhong one.

"I don't smoke, thank you." Zhang Zhong waved his hand.

"Then you don't mind if I whip you." Liang Yanqiu said with a smile.

"Do not bother me."

Liang Yanqiu smoked comfortably, took a deep breath, and then said, "Let me take over the journal, of course there is no problem, but I have some questions to clarify."

"Well, you said."

"What are the requirements for the content of this journal, what is the purpose, and what is the budget?" Liang Yanqiu asked.

"Let me answer your last two questions first. The purpose of this journal is very simple, that is to make a publication for students to read."

"No other ambitions?"

"No." Zhang Zhong shook his head.

"Well, that's right, after all, you already have a zero and one magazine."

Zhang Zhong waved his hand again, "It's not that you think so. Although I don't have other ambitions, it's not that I don't want to make this magazine bigger. It's mainly up to you. Let me answer your third question too. There is no upper limit on the budget, it just depends on what scale you want to do, if you are ambitious, I can fully cooperate with you here."

There is no upper limit to the budget, Liang Yanqiu secretly sighed, as expected, local tyrants speak differently.

Looking around the world, there are probably not many people richer than Zhang Zhong, so he certainly has the confidence to say such a thing.

"I don't have any ambitions, but I do things more casually, and I'm afraid there will be some rules."

"Don't worry about this. Since I hand over the journal to you, I will naturally not hinder you. Of course, I also have some requirements. Don't commercialize this journal. After all, it will be a facade of our college. Don't touch it." Touch the bottom line of ideology, after all we are a school." Zhang Zhong stated his two requirements.

Liang Yanqiu said with a smile, "You can rest assured that the journal will not become my personal speaker."

"Since that's the case, then I'll tell Wen Han about it, and we'll start planning it this week."

　Thanks again [Xin Chaopai] for the reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)