Chapter 32 postscript

After reading the previous story, let's look at the postscript with a different mood. I knew how to write more than 20 years ago, and I published works in journals sponsored by Ding Ling's predecessors.It's like an old actress who accidentally gets a public role and says what she was like.Times have changed, and my son is at the same age that I am writing again.He is playful by nature, and my way of teaching children is similar to the diplomacy of the Qing Dynasty, which focuses on influence, so I have to pay to study abroad.I am the kind of person who has nothing to offer and doesn't want to have anything to do. I am content with three meals and no worries.So not much money.In desperation, I just want to write about money.The auspicious person is just catching up with Mr. Zhang Hongsen, a gentleman and literati who is famous all over the world. Mr. Wang Hanping, a senior and loyal elder in the film and television industry, bought the script in a daze without knowing it.CCTV trusted the second husband, invested tens of millions of dollars, and is filming.I paid both money and goods, and paid back the bill after paying taxes, but there is no refund.

The oil is sold, and the soybean meal left over from oil extraction can also be exchanged for money.So I rewrote the book again.Since this book evolved from the script and uses what Foster called "the objective standpoint of the third party", I can't use my narrative and description skills, so I can only show off in the "Postscript".This is like selling characters - writing official script according to the customer's request, but signing the money in cursive to show that you have another universe.After the draft was completed, it was reviewed with the eyes of Mr. Luan Guiming, an academic scholar, and more than 100 corrections were made!Mr. Luan is not that kind of ordinary celebrity, but a super solo traveler of Chinese culture, who has loaded China's valuable classics (70 million characters) into the computer! "Twenty-Four Histories" and "Complete Tang Wen" are really unaffordable, and if they can be bought, there is no place to put them. If there is a place to put them, there is no way to look them up. I can't find it either.So I say that Mr. Luan has immeasurable merit!Ms. Tian Yi is my extracurricular tutor. After Mr. Luan inspected, Ms. Tian went to check again. The extracurricular tutor became the head teacher again and carefully corrected my homework.Fortunately, you have been teachers and friends for many years, so I saved the word thank you.The senior leader I admire the most also made an exception to reward him and gave him the title of the book. I am very moved.The old man is nine ranks old, and he should put tranquility first, so he won't make a taboo to thank him-so as not to emulate others and cause trouble.But as a memorial of my life, I will never forget it.

In the process of writing money, I received strong support from Mr. Jiang Qiang and Mr. Gong Yaner.I don't have much to offer, but no one I know is average.Mr. Jiang is a top expert in media operations in China and a business genius with good intentions; Mr. Gong is a model of media data school in China's advertising industry, and he can be described as a man of benevolence and respect.I am in awe of the generosity of the two people - getting to know each other is a very deep feeling, which will bring you confidence and encouragement.I counted three years of elementary school, but my three assistants were bachelors or masters.I would like to thank the beautiful and careful Ms. Zhang Zongmiao, and the talented Mr. Liu Kai and Mr. Diao Zhiqiang.With so much salt in the fresh water, I'm probably at the level of a vocational high school.I would like to thank all the leaders of Shandong Literature and Art Publishing House and Mr. Yao Shihuanji. I have been away from writing for a long time, and I have no name at all.

Finally, I should also thank my son. If he hadn't forced me to find nowhere to go, searched up and down, stretched, and borrowed everything, I probably wouldn't write nonsense. Remember in my Foxi Tower November 2002