Freud said: Dreams are a true dialogue between a person and his own heart. Everything he sees and feels in the secret dream, including breathing, tears, pain and joy, is not meaningless.
In other words, what Zhang Chong saw in his dream was also meaningful.
Zhang Zhong is not a fan of Freud, but he agrees with what he said.
In other words, he believed that everything he saw in his dream had meaning.
For example, he dreamed of Luo Yu sitting on a field ridge because he had previously thought of Luo Yu playing the role of Fugui, so Luo Yu became the image of Fugui in the dream.
But what Zhang Zhong couldn't figure out was why Fugui didn't lead a buffalo, but a proud-looking pig. What did this pig represent?
Had he thought of pigs for a moment before?
After thinking about it, the only thing that can be related to pigs is the pork eaten for lunch.
But people generally don’t think of what a pig looks like when eating pork.
Confucius said, "Seeing a person alive, he can't bear to see him die; hearing his voice, he can't bear to eat his flesh. Therefore, a gentleman stays far away from the kitchen."
Therefore, when people eat meat, not only do they not consciously think about how the food looks alive, but they instinctively block out relevant information.
Unable to figure out why, Zhang Zhong decided not to think about it again.
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In the afternoon, Zhang Zhong went to Shizhong College. His classes were usually 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. When he saw Zhang Zhong coming, he quickly stood up and asked, "Dean, why are you here?"
"Don't I have a class in the afternoon? Of course I have to come. I'll drop by your place before class." Zhang Zhong walked closer and looked at the lunch box 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, which is a bit late for lunch.
Liang Yanqiu explained with a smile, "The food at the restaurant I eat is relatively popular. If I go early, I have to wait in a long queue. I go late on purpose so there is no need to queue."
Zhang Chong said with a smile, "It seems that next time I schedule your classes, you should avoid having classes in the third or fourth period. This way you can go early, before the students get out of school, and you don't have to queue."
He made a casual joke, but he didn't expect Liang Yanqiu to say seriously, "That's a good idea. Please help me tell the class team 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 and don't worry about me. I mainly want to see how you are living here during this period. It seems that at least there is no big problem with your diet."
Liang Yanqiu was not polite, picked up the lunch box and started eating.
He was not particular about it, so he said while there was still food in his mouth, "No problem, my stomach is very good."
"Are you satisfied with your accommodation?" Zhang Zhong asked again.
“Satisfied, spacious and clean, with everything you need.”
Zhang Dian nodded, "That's good. I invited you all the way here. If I can't even satisfy you with basic life, I'll be ashamed. As for teaching, is there anything you're not used to?"
Liang Yanqiu stopped eating and said, "There are indeed many things that I am not used to in my schoolwork."
Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you not used to?"
"The students are all so outstanding. They understand everything I say and are very active. They don't need me to name them when answering questions."
Zhang Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Liang Yanqiu looked dull, but he was also very humorous.
There was still a while before class, so Zhang Zhong was not in a hurry to leave, so he went to pour himself a glass of water, and then leisurely watched Liang Yanqiu eating.
It wasn't until after Liang Yanqiu finished eating that Zhang Zhong spoke again, "The college is going to publish a journal. Are you interested in hosting it?"
Zhang Zhong had been preparing to work on the academic journal for a long time, but had been delaying it until now.
Since we are going to publish a journal, we naturally need someone to host it.
Zhang Zhong himself is definitely not good enough. He doesn't have the time and energy, and neither does Vice Dean Wen Han. He has a bunch of chores to do every day and can't get rid of them.
Originally, Zhang Zhong wanted to hand over the journal to Yang Xiao. This guy also had experience. After all, his family owned a "Literary Newspaper" and he was familiar with this matter.
However, Yang Xiao is not very interested in academic journals. His ambitions lie elsewhere and he does not want to be hampered by an academic journal.
Later, Zhang Zhong thought about it and thought of Liang Yanqiu.
After Liang Yanqiu returned from teaching, he worked as an editor for the magazine "Song of Chang'an" for a year, so he had industry experience.
And since his class workload is not heavy, he should be able to find time for it.
So Zhang Zhong came to ask for his opinion.
Liang Yanqiu did not answer Zhang Zhong immediately, but took a sip of water first, then took out a box of cigarettes, pulled out two cigarettes and handed one to Zhang Zhong.
"I won't smoke, thank you." Zhang Zhong waved his hand.
"Then you don't mind if I whip you." Liang Yanqiu said with a smile.
"Don't worry about me."
Liang Yanqiu lit up the cigarette comfortably, took a deep breath, and then said, "There is no problem in letting me take over the journal, but I have some questions to figure out."
"Well, you say."
"What are the content requirements for this journal, what is its purpose, and what is its budget?" Liang Yanqiu asked.
"Let me answer your next two questions first. The purpose of this journal is very simple, which is to create a journal for students to read."
"No other ambitions?"
"No." Zhang Zhong shook his head.
"Well, that's right. After all, you already have a zero-zero-one magazine."
Zhang Zhong waved his hand again, "It's not what you think. Although I have no other ambitions, it doesn't mean that I am unwilling to make this magazine bigger. It mainly depends on you. Let me also answer your third question,
There is no upper limit on the budget, it just depends on what scale you want to build. If you are ambitious, I can completely cooperate with you."
There is no upper limit on the budget. Liang Yanqiu sighed secretly. Sure enough, the wealthy people speak differently.
Looking around the world, there are probably not many people who are richer than Zhang Zhong. Of course he is confident in saying this.
"I don't have any ambitions, but I do things more casually and I'm afraid there will be any rules."
"Don't worry about this. Since I've handed over the journal to you, I won't put any constraints on you. Of course, I also have some requirements. Don't commercialize this magazine. After all, it will be a facade of our college. Don't touch it either.
We need to touch some ideological bottom lines, after all, we are a school." Zhang Zhong stated his two demands.
Liang Yanqiu smiled and said, "Don't worry, the journal will not become my personal loudspeaker."
"In this case, I will tell Wen Han about this matter and start planning it this week."