"Okay, okay, Xiao Wang ordered four delicious dishes and still can't stop your bad mouth!" Lao Liu, who called Wang Ai, scolded him hypocritically.
"If you want to hear something nice, why do you come to our place?" Old Ding asked without raising his head.
"If you want to eat meat, you can scold your mother! Those people who rose to prominence after writing two vitriolic articles, aren't they also eating the people's flesh and scolding their mothers? They can do what they do, but I can't do it?" I was arguing with Lao Ding just now.
Lao Jin, who was turned upside down, decisively formed a united front.
"Xiao Wang is not an outsider either." Lao Liu continued to persuade.
"Nonsense, can outsiders come in? You want to hear us curse, can you listen?" Old Yang, who finally swallowed a mouthful of haggis, stretched his neck: "Hey, Xiao Wang, give me a bottle of water."
Lao Li, who had never spoken much but was actually a bit stuttering, shook his head: "There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no white people who come and go. You can play the piano and read the golden scriptures."
"Hey, what Lao Li said is good!" Several people praised together.
After a few mouthfuls of meat and vegetables, this group of people also regained their fighting strength. While calling themselves the "humble house inscription", they also criticized the class limitations of the humble house inscription.
The professional ability was at the bottom among the six-member "Young Philosophers Society" of these five people plus Wang Ai, but Lao Liu, who was able to organize things, pulled Wang Ai and the two of them went out.
"Xiao Wang, in fact, we are all gathering today. Apart from the fact that Lao Ding has just made a small achievement and has a bit of a surplus, the main reason is that everyone wants to help you, but I am embarrassed to say it, for fear that you may have ideas." Lao Ding stood with a cigarette in his mouth.
In the limelight: "You have caused quite a lot of trouble today. This is not like the time when you established a national system and only focused on sports. Your attack today is too big, and we are all worried that you will not be able to handle it. In the past
We've never been so worried when you quarreled with someone. It's not that big of a deal, and you're awesome, but this time it's different."
Wang Ai took a sip of mineral water and nodded.
"So, before you came, we all thought that you might not be able to pass this test. In fact, you represent what we all think. It's just that what we have been doing is deeper and more detailed than this, and we have not gone to the shallow level.
I was thinking." Old Liu flicked his cigarette ashes: "But since you paid attention to it and raised it publicly, the result is obvious. By tomorrow, oh, the day after tomorrow, we should see the real chapter. The fastest article will be out the day after tomorrow.
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Speaking of this, Lao Liu smiled sheepishly: "We were worried that you wouldn't be able to handle it, and we were also worried that you wouldn't be able to handle it. I remember you are going to the National Olympics next time, right? So I'm asking on behalf of everyone, you
Do you want us to help you?"
Wang Ai glanced at Lao Liu and said with a smile: "How can I help? With your small physique? Is it good if your articles can be published in major newspapers, or are you planning to invite an academician to come out?"
Old Liu shook his head: "We can't invite academicians, and it won't be that time. If we don't invite them then, some of them may appear. Of course, it depends on the articles of a few of us. As you said, our status is not good, and it won't be published in major newspapers.
If you don’t go, the tabloid will have no influence. In fact, the five of us bundled together will not have one-tenth of your influence. But we can run our own publication!"
Speaking of this, Lao Liu's eyes lit up: "If others don't publish our manuscripts, why don't we just finish it on our own? If we start a publication by ourselves, we can write whatever we don't want to. Then no one will compete with us for space?"
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"Huh?" Wang Ai opened his eyes wide: "Run a publication by yourself? All publications in our country are controlled by the party. Can you run it by yourself?"
"You!" Old Liu shook his head: "Have you forgotten what our unit is? The History and Philosophy Research Society of the Academy of Social Sciences! Can we still run it? Although the 'Youth Philosophy Society' among us is actually an interest group,
I'm trying to bluff people, but there's no problem in running a journal, especially an internal one, self-funded, just like the journals of various universities, which can be run by a university. Besides, some people in society these days
We can publish our own publications under some organizations, so why can’t we? At worst, we don’t need to publish them, and we don’t publish them publicly. We can just write it ourselves, print it ourselves, compile it ourselves, and then distribute it as a pamphlet within ourselves.”
"Will this work?"
"Of course. Don't forget who our readers are. From academicians and leaders to the group of people in our society, which one is not famous in the ideological world? We will show them to them.
If you see it, it will naturally spread the influence. As long as the ideological community supports you, at least some people support you, no matter how noisy and fierce the outsiders are, it will be in vain. Don’t forget, we are the high ground of national thought! We here hum.
With one sound, it turned into a crackling thunder outside!"
Wang Ai rubbed his hands together excitedly, spinning them in circles. It took him a long time before he turned around and came back: "What's wrong with that? Let's do it!"
"Hey, we're short of money." Old Liu said embarrassedly: "You know we are the most reasonable people in the world. We don't have a six-digit bank deposit. Going to a fly restaurant and ordering pickles will improve our lives. Let's
It’s really unbearable for everyone to spend money to run such a project. If you really want to run one or two issues, there’s no problem. Paper, ink, printing, etc. are all fine, but with your attitude, and we are also thinking, it’s best
It is run all year round. It’s easy for the six of us to decide whether to pay for the manuscript or not, but in the future if someone else does submit a manuscript, it has to be interesting, right? So, this needs a mechanism.”
Wang Ai rubbed his hands: "I understand, I understand. Oh, I just don't have time. Otherwise, if I sit at home in Beijing and write articles and scold them every day, who is afraid of whom? Now it's better, there are
You comrades-in-arms, what do you call this, this? A pamphlet? Er, an illegal publication, er, no, it’s called a bound volume for exchange of results?"
"Hey, what we meant is to call this thing this. It's an inconspicuous paper written by everyone. They learn from each other and are scattered and difficult to read, so we bound it together. Isn't that okay? We don't spread it to anyone else anyway.
Right? As for what you say after reading it, we have no control over that." Old Ding became excited as he spoke.
"Okay! I'll take care of the funding. I'll set up a project with my charity foundation and give money to our interest group regularly. The name is research funding!"
"You have to go through the top!" Lao Ding reminded: "If you give it to us directly, it is equivalent to buying us. This is not good. You have your foundation come forward to formally contact the meeting. Our interest group will report to the meeting and ask for instructions.
This is different from the use of scientific research funds. We are three parties facing each other. Although things are still the same, the mechanism is controlled by the superiors."
"Hey, okay!" Wang Ai nodded: "Then the content of our combined volume still has long-term development, and we still need to study it..."
