After settling Anan down, Ren Zhouyuan made an appointment with Fan Wenfeng, intending to talk to him about work.

Fan Wenfeng was a freelance writer who was affiliated with a cultural communication company. The two of them had met when they made an appointment to write a manuscript.

At that time, Ren Zhouyuan had just left the archeological team and was writing a thesis on the evolution of China's writing system. He had a little disagreement with the archeological team, so he stayed at home and wanted to finish his thesis first.

Anan was less than three years old at that time, and he didn't have much money left. When he was inquiring about a publishing company with his university classmates, his classmates recommended Fan Wenfeng to him.

Fan Wenfeng also studied China's ancient history. The two of them hit it off and became good friends over the years.

He knew that he was raising a child alone, and he didn't ask about the child's mother. Instead, he often helped him. Ren Zhouyuan went from being shy at the beginning to helping each other like a family member.

He arranged to meet Fan Wenfeng at a coffee shop in the city center. When they arrived, Fan Wenfeng was already there.

As soon as he sat down, Fan Wenfeng said, "I ordered a latte for you. Do you want to eat something?"

Ren Zhouyuan smiled and shook his head. Fan Wenfeng knew his taste, and this feeling of being cared for by someone else warmed his heart.

After the drinks were served, Fan Wenfeng took out a few pages of documents from his briefcase. "These are some recent invitations from companies. I made a copy and took it out for you to see," he explained one by one. "This is a list of invitations from several companies. It also states which channels to submit to and the general content. This is a list of recent invitations from periodicals and magazines. You have two pseudonyms on the invitation list. The price is average, but they are in your field of expertise, so it should be easy to write."

He flipped through two more pages. They were all ordinary manuscripts. Finally, he pulled out a piece of paper from the bottom. There were a few simple lines of words on it, but he could guess what it was just by looking at the content.

Fan Wenfeng said, "This is the draft. The first column is for the university, the second column is for the master's degree, the third column is for the doctor's degree, and the last column is for the professional title. I've already screened the questions, so it won't be too difficult to write." He glanced at Ren Zhouyuan and said, "These are not urgent documents, so you can't touch them … Hey, think about it yourself."

Ren Zhouyuan took the few pages of information and looked through them. Looking at the topics on the manuscripts, especially the gun manuscripts, he could tell at a glance that Fan Wenfeng had put in a lot of effort.

He knew that Fan Wenfeng loved talented people. All these years, he had never stopped lamenting the fact that Ren Zhouyuan didn't continue his studies. Although Ren Zhouyuan never said it, Fan Wenfeng could guess that he gave up his studies because of the Anan.

Ren Zhouyuan was 28 years old this year and was about to be 29. Fan Wenfeng was five years older than him, but he had been immersed in society for much longer than him.

Fan Wenfeng had been taking care of him since they first met. Now, he was like his agent.

Ren Zhouyuan had a few pen names. He had never published any articles under his real name. He used those pen names to write articles to earn some royalties. After writing for a few years, he had gained some fame in the industry. Now, they were all under Fan Wenfeng's company and were managed by Fan Wenfeng.

Writing gun drafts was the fastest way to earn money. Ren Zhouyuan was indeed short of money recently. Or rather, he had always been short of money. However, he didn't want to go back to his old job as a gunman until he reached the last step.

In the early years, he ghostwrote for a few days to make a living. But looking back, he always felt that it was a stain in his life. Even if it wasn't him, someone else would have ghostwritten for these people. But since he took over, the responsibility was on him.

After looking through them, he felt that the company's invitation to write articles and the journal's invitation were quite good. Some of the topics even made him feel that they were very interesting.

He kept the first two pages of the document and returned the rest to Fan Wenfeng. He asked casually, "How's my other pen name doing?"

Fan Wenfeng put down his coffee and said, "As usual, there are a lot of offers, but I turned them all down."

"How's the quality?" Ren Zhouyuan nodded and asked.

"How should I put it? Some of them are obviously trying to use your title to sell advertisements. The price for these kinds of offers is particularly high, but the advertising is too obvious, so I turned them all down.

A few of them are of good quality, and they are all invitations from high-end academic platforms. However, these are all somewhat similar to gaining fame. It's okay to raise your reputation, but with your current name, you don't need to do these thankless things anymore. "

He paused for a moment, and Ren Zhouyuan could feel that his tone was suddenly a little excited. "But there's one that I think is very good. The topic that was sent over is probably about whether foreign culture should be introduced into China. I suggest that you write an article from both sides.

This topic is a bit broad, but there are many angles to write about. Isn't there a competition between Steam and YouTube recently?

I think it's good to cut into this popular topic. "

Fan Wenfeng himself also studied China's culture, but he was also very interested in foreign culture, so when he saw this topic, he naturally wrote it down.

Fan Wenfeng said, "Write an article from both sides. I guess the other party wanted to use the article that was favorable to them as a public manuscript. But I checked the person who made the offer, and the other party only provided a contact information. There was no more information, so even though the price they offered was not low, in the end, I didn't accept it."

There was obvious regret in his tone. Ren Zhouyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

To be honest, this topic was quite challenging. It wasn't that the topic itself was difficult to write, but if he were to write it, he definitely wouldn't provide two articles according to the other party's request. Instead, he would integrate two perspectives into the article, but it would lead to a single point of view.

But although it was interesting, as Fan Wenfeng had said, he was not in the mood to help someone who had invited him with an unknown origin.

After making a note on the remaining two pages, Ren Zhouyuan's phone suddenly rang.

He took out his phone and looked at it. It was an unsaved number. Ren Zhouyuan made an apologetic gesture to Fan Wenfeng and picked up the phone.

"Hello, is this Mr. Ren Zhouyuan?

This is the HR manager of Wei Qi Technology Education Co., Ltd. My surname is Zheng. "

Ren Zhouyuan paused for a second and replied, "Yes, hello."

"I'm happy to inform you that after the first round of interviews, you have met our company's recruitment criteria. We hereby invite you to Wei Qi for the second round of interviews this Friday afternoon at two o 'clock."

Ren Zhouyuan frowned. Fan Wenfeng, who was sitting across from him, had a confused expression. He helplessly said to the person on the other end of the phone, "I'm sorry, I've decided not to go to your company."

When Fan Wenfeng heard this, he immediately guessed who was calling. His expression instantly became serious.

The HR manager on the other end of the phone didn't seem to expect that he would refuse. After two seconds of silence, he said, "Can I know why?"

"I've already found another job," Ren Zhouyuan lied.

Upon hearing this, Director Zheng was a little polite and a little arrogant. He said, "In that case, congratulations to Mr. Ren. Goodbye." After he finished speaking, he quickly hung up the phone.

"How was it?" Fan Wenfeng waited for him to put down the phone and immediately asked, "Is it Wei Qi?

They asked you to go to work? "

Ren Zhouyuan chuckled. "It's not that simple. They just asked me to go for the second round of interviews."

He didn't want to continue on this topic, but Fan Wenfeng didn't seem to want to let him go. He began to persuade him again.

"Wei Qi is really good. There are not many companies that can work nine to five.

Anan is in kindergarten today, right?

If you go to Wei Qi, the kindergarten I found for you is near there. You can pick your child up after work. Isn't that great? "

Ren Zhouyuan shook his head. "I rejected all of them."

"It's such a good opportunity." Fan Wenfeng felt that it was a pity for him. "I don't understand what you're thinking. It's fine if they rejected you, but now they've come knocking on your door."

He sighed. "I heard from my friend that the boss of this company is stationed overseas for a long time. It's estimated that he'll expand his business to the whole world soon. However, his company is originally a foreign company … Hey, what a good opportunity!"

Fan Wenfeng couldn't stop talking. He really regretted that Ren Zhouyuan didn't go to Wei Qi.

When Ren Zhouyuan heard that the boss was overseas for a long time, he was a little tempted. However, he immediately rejected the idea.

Seeing that Fan Wenfeng still wanted to talk, Ren Zhouyuan waved the documents in his hand and looked like he was about to leave. "Thank you for today. I was going to treat you to a meal, but I'll wait until next time. This time, it's my treat. I'll make it up to you next time. I'll go back and look at these documents first."

Fan Wenfeng looked a little reluctant. It was rare that the two of them hadn't seen each other for so long. For today's appointment, he even put off some work.

However, Ren Zhouyuan quickly packed up his things and stood up with the bill. Fan Wenfeng hurriedly reached out and pressed his hand down. Ren Zhouyuan looked down at Fan Wenfeng. Fan Wenfeng let go of his hand as if he had been electrocuted. He thought for a while and pulled Ren Zhouyuan back.

"You don't have to say this when we're so close." He slowly moved his hand from Ren Zhouyuan's hand to the bill and grabbed it with some force. "You don't have to treat me this time. You can treat me when you bring Anan out."

Ren Zhouyuan paused. He had a strange feeling in his heart. However, when he saw Fan Wenfeng's kind smile, that feeling disappeared immediately.

He gently pulled at the bill, but Fan Wenfeng held him down tightly. He could only smile helplessly and shrug his shoulders.

After separating from Fan Wenfeng, Ren Zhouyuan went home and tidied up the dishes that he didn't have time to wash in the morning. Then, he sat at his desk and took out the documents that Fan Wenfeng gave him. He began to read them carefully.

The content of the invitations varied. However, when it came to language and writing, most of them focused on cultural communication.

He wrote down his own thoughts behind each question. Two pages of A4 paper didn't seem like a lot. After he finished writing, a few hours passed in the blink of an eye.

When he saw the last question, Ren Zhouyuan smiled.

Although Fan Wenfeng said that the person's background was unknown, he still included the question.

"When foreign culture enters China, do we have to do as the Romans do …?" Ren Zhouyuan gently rocked his chair, bit the end of his pen, and read out the question in a low voice.

In the early summer afternoon, there was a hint of tranquility amidst the heat. Ren Zhouyuan leaned over the desk and wrote a line of words in a flamboyant style.

Using the entry of European and American culture into China as an example, he demonstrated that foreign culture must accept the "transformation" of Chinese culture.