The two got out of the car, and just then a gray-haired old teacher passed by the car and asked gently, "Uncle, does Fan Bo live here?"
The old teacher looked Wen Liang up and down, then glanced at Ning Xi beside him, and asked with a little caution: "What are you doing? Do you want to see Teacher Fan?"
"Ah, we were introduced by a friend and would like to ask Teacher Fan for help."
"It's right here, on the third floor, on the left." The old teacher pointed upstairs, walked slowly with his hands behind his back, and muttered, "I'm so unlucky now, how can I help others..."
"This kind of residential building has narrow stairs and dark corridors. You're wearing high heels, so watch your step." Wen Liang had just said a few words to Ning Xi when the window of the left unit on the third floor was pushed open with a bang. A sharp female voice with a hint of tears came into his ears: "Write, write, write. All you do is write these crap all day long. Can you eat it or spend it as money? Four mouths rely on this salary to eat, but in the end, you were suspended, and you also caused me to lose my job as a cleaner in the logistics department... A grown man who can't even take care of his wife and children's meals, what's the point of playing with your pen every day? Tell me, what's the point..."
The woman's choked cry could still be clearly heard from three floors away. Although it was not miserable, it made people feel sad.
Ning Xi frowned and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Just as Wen Liang was about to reply, a white bag flew out of the window and dispersed in the air with a whoosh. Wen Liang and Ning Xi looked up at the same time, and countless pieces of manuscript paper filled their sight, fluttering to the ground.
Wen Liang casually grabbed a page, and the lines of Yan style small regular script, which were lush and majestic, caught his eye. He read softly, "It is true that by catering to the psychology of the masses and using entertainment scenes to replicate the interests, tastes and lifestyles of the masses, mass media unifies the consciousness of the masses from the outside, but the problem is that in the process of unification, mass media devours information and eliminates meaning..."
Time, it was so absurd that it blurred the boy's eyes. Illusion and reality intersected in these lines of familiar and intimate words. It was as if he had returned to the campus path with flying maple leaves in his previous life. A figure with disheveled hair and casual clothes came running from a distance. The backpack on his shoulders was filled with all kinds of postgraduate entrance examination materials. He ate steaming dumplings from a snack stand and did not forget to flip through the book in his hand. While running, he recited:
Indeed, by catering to mass psychology, ... unifying mass consciousness from the outside, ... devouring information and destroying meaning...
Does it look familiar? Is this a familiar scene
Are you sighing? The past can never be looked back!
There was a faint flash of melancholy in Wen Liang's eyes. He stood still for a moment, and before Ning Xi cast a surprised look at him, he folded the paper in his hand neatly, put it in his pocket, and turned to walk towards the corridor.
Ning Xi stared at his back, suddenly bent down to pick up a piece of manuscript paper from the ground, bent her slender and beautiful index finger, flicked it lightly, and a charming smile appeared on her face.
“Boom boom boom!”
A woman in her thirties opened the door. She was wearing a plaid coat, which was the favorite of housewives in this era. She had no makeup on and looked ordinary, except that her eyes were slightly red. Seeing a stranger coming to the door, she wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Wen Liang said politely, "Teacher Fan, please stay here. We have something to ask him."
The woman forced a smile, stepped aside to let Wen Liang and the other man enter the house, and shouted to the balcony, "Old Fan, someone's looking for you!"
There was a tall man standing on the balcony, with a moderate build, leaning forward slightly to look at the papers blowing in the wind downstairs. Although he couldn't see his facial expression, Wen Liang could clearly sense the depression, frustration, depression and resentment in his heart at the moment.
This is a complex feeling that almost all talented but unappreciated people from ancient times to the present have had. Wen Liang expressed his understanding, but did not show much sympathy for him. He just secretly praised him for choosing a good timing today. According to the current situation, he could save a few brain cells during the negotiations later.
"Fan Bo, did you hear that a guest is coming?"
The woman yelled twice but got no response, and finally couldn't help but explode again. Wen Liang, who was standing next to her, swore to Ning Xi afterwards. At that moment, he really understood that Guibo Qigong was not just a legend...
Fan Bo turned his head, revealing a thin face that could not be described as handsome, but could barely be considered good-looking. However, his haggard eyes and messy stubble showed that the man in front of him was at the lowest point in his life, and it was very likely that he would collapse powerlessly if he suffered another heavy blow.
Yes, it’s him!
Fan Bo, graduated from the Department of Journalism and Communication of Xichuan University, for some reason did not stay in Xichuan Province, where there are beautiful scenery, delicious food, beautiful women and a rapidly developing media industry, but returned to Qingzhou to work as a small lecturer in the Department of Communication of Qingshi Normal University. The reason why Wen Liang knew this person in his previous life was because he published a book called "Popular Culture and Media" in 1998. Once it came out, it immediately became a classic work of the critical school, the third largest faction in communication studies, in addition to the empirical school and the positivist school. It is not only a must-read textbook for students in the Department of Journalism and Communication of major universities, but also one of the most important reference books for those who are preparing for postgraduate entrance examinations. As a result, Lecturer Fan was quickly promoted to professor.
In his previous life, Wen Liang, after studying economics for four years, suddenly developed a strong interest in the journalist industry. He took advantage of the postgraduate entrance examination to apply for the Communication Studies program at Jinan University and studied it very carefully. But not long after, Tan Yu decided to stay in Beijing to work hard. Wen Liang and Tan Yu were brothers, so how could he leave alone? For him, the future and studies combined were not as good as the brotherhood between the two! He made the final decision the day before entering the examination room, gave all the information to his junior, and resolutely took the step of turning around. This is how he first met Liu Yan on that rainy night in Beijing, and how he became the Wen Liang who was good at dancing with long sleeves in the future.
This is what makes the world so wonderful!
Although Fan Bo's book is short, it expounds the main theories of critical communication research with concise thoughts and clear words, and analyzes various communication phenomena in the way of communication semiotics. In layman's terms, it summarizes the relationship between the public and the media into a systematic theory, and this theory has incomparable value in China where marketing and advertising are still in their infancy!
This is not empty talk!
After becoming famous, Fan Bo quickly took on a part-time job and led two cultural companies to go public in Hong Kong. When a reporter interviewed him, he said something that Wen Liang agreed with:
Whoever occupies the masses' position will gain the upper hand!
Although this glory did not last long, the two companies disappeared in the tide of the times for various reasons, but this cannot erase Fan Bo's superb marketing and advertising planning capabilities. Wen Liang relied on "Popular Culture and Media" to get a glimpse of the profoundness of communication when preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, and got to know Fan Bo a little.
But he never thought that he would have the chance to deal with this person in this life!
Because this Professor Fan Bofan, in the winter of 1995, was not only a small lecturer at Qingshi, he also had a pen name that many people were familiar with:
The Master said nothing!
Wen Liang was also shocked by his sharp writing style, so he asked Zuo Yuxi to inquire about his origins. At that time, he had not yet associated the name Fan Bo with the professor in his previous life. This was understandable, after all, when he was reborn, the time of college and postgraduate entrance examination seemed to have passed for a long, long time!
It was not until that day when he received the information about Zi Buyu from Zuo Yuxi that the person in the photo overlapped with the image in his memory, and the submerged memory instantly flooded back into his brain. He was shocked to realize that he had found a treasure!
What a huge boost it would be for a master of advertising and marketing planning to start his business? As an uncle who has experienced the cruel marketing war in the future, it is a fatal temptation!
But he still endured it, waiting until everything was ready, until his foundation was gradually stabilized, until he was sure of a hit, and then he brought Ning Xi here leisurely. It didn't seem like a hunt that he had to win, but more like a leisurely outing!
Fan Bo has been exhausted by a series of recent events. All his ambitions have quietly dissipated under repeated blows. Even when his wife threw his most treasured manuscript out of the window, he felt no anger at all except for the pain in his heart.
She was right. If I couldn't even support my wife and children, what was the point of writing these things? It had been three months since I finished the manuscript, but I couldn't find a publisher willing to publish it. If I couldn't turn it into type, I couldn't make money. If I couldn't make money, I might as well just throw it away!
He walked slowly to the living room, his expression did not change at all, as if Wen Liang did not exist at all. It was only when he glanced at Ning Xi that his eyes paused and focused for a moment, but soon moved elsewhere.
Even though he concealed it very well, Wen Liang was staring at him intently and knew him very well. He knew that bringing Ning Xi here was the right choice. Otherwise, it would be difficult to get this fame-seeking guy to obey!
Ning Xi was wearing a Dior black wool long skirt that had just been released in winter. It was a classic retro color, and the rapidly narrowed waist highlighted the contrast with the chest curve. The calf-length skirt was made of black wool with delicate pleats, and the delicately decorated shoulder line was enough to subvert everyone's gaze. She was born in a noble family and had an outstanding temperament. Apart from Zuo Yuxi, she was the only one Wen Liang knew who could compare to her. She stood there without saying a word, and her gorgeous aura and pride were enough to make people feel in awe.
"I don't know you, and I'm not interested in ghostwriting for others now. Please go back!"
Fan Bo glanced at Ning Xi again. Wen Liang could tell that his words were not sincere. He chuckled and said:
"Teacher Fan, I heard from a friend that you are writing a book about popular culture and media. I am very interested and hope to talk to you about publishing it!"
Fan Bo suddenly turned his head and stared at Wen Liang with his eyes almost glowing!