Reborn in 79, the educated youth wife regretted her divorce.

Chapter 197 Emily's Advice

She couldn't help but mutter, "These surveillance systems are really expensive!"

Yang comforted him, saying, "It's a bit expensive, but it's worth the price. With this equipment, we have greater security."

He planned to use these surveillance cameras to "arm" the "Yangxin" company, "Chef Yang," and several factories.

Even the bicycle factory in Chongqing had to arrange a set.

He needs to be wary of potential future crises and prepare in advance.

"Jiang Yang, it's been a long time!"

A familiar voice rang out at the entrance of "Chef Yang".

Jiang Yang looked up and saw Emily standing there, smiling at him.

"Emily! What brings you here?" Jiang Yang greeted her with delight.

Emily winked and said playfully, "I've come to see my old friend!"

"Please come in quickly!"

Jiang Yang quickly ushered Emily and her translator Li Ming into the private room.

The waiters at "Chef Yang" already recognized Emily, and upon seeing her arrive, they immediately served her her favorite tea and snacks.

Jiang Yang asked her with concern, "Emily, we haven't been in touch for a while, how have you been?"

Millie picked up her teacup and took a small sip.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern. Although we haven't been in touch lately, I've been keeping up with your news!"

Jiang Yang asked curiously, "Oh? You know something?"

"I know you started a company, opened a restaurant, and even got into electronic watches. You're a very busy person now, a big boss!"

Emily smiled, her eyes filled with admiration.

Jiang Yang waved his hand modestly: "Haha, it's all just small-scale stuff."

"Jiang Yang, you're too modest!" Emily said earnestly. "What you've achieved is no small feat. I'm so happy for you, really!"

She was genuinely proud of him.

"Speaking of which, the literary scene in your country has been quite lively lately!"

Emily put down her teacup and said with a smile, "I've heard that there's a kind of literature called 'Scar Literature' that's quite popular?"

"That's true." Jiang Yang nodded.

He knew that Emily had always been quite interested in Chinese culture.

"I've read a few, and well..."

Emily considered for a moment and said, "Some of the works are indeed eye-catching, but I always feel that something is missing, that they haven't reached the level of...masters."

"Your literature still has a long way to go!"

After listening to her analysis, Jiang Yang felt quite optimistic.

After all, the reform and opening up has only just begun, and the liberation of thought takes time.

His past life experience told him that once writers broke free from the shackles of thought, the Chinese literary world would surely usher in a period of explosive growth.

Jiang Yang smiled and said, "Emily, you're right, but I think this is only temporary. I believe that before long, a large number of excellent works will emerge."

Emily looked at him with some surprise.

"Oh? You're so optimistic?"

"Of course!" Jiang Yang said confidently. "Just you wait and see!"

Emily shrugged. "Okay, I admit you've been making progress. But compared to the world literary scene, there's still a huge gap."

She paused for a moment, then her tone became serious.

"In my opinion, you won't produce a world-class literary master for at least thirty years, let alone a Nobel Prize in Literature!"

These words were spoken with absolute certainty.

Jiang Yang did not refute it; what Emily said was basically true.

In a previous life, this curse was only broken when Mo Yan won the Nobel Prize.

But so what?

With Jiang Yang around in this life, everything will be different.

“Emily, perhaps you are right, but…”

But he sat up straight and deliberately drew out his words: "Who can say for sure what the future holds?"

He gave her a meaningful look, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

Emily felt a little uneasy under his gaze, sensing that there was some secret hidden in his smile.

This conversation stirred up a storm in Jiang Yang's mind.

Back home, Jiang Yang locked himself in his study.

He sat at his desk with a stack of manuscript papers in front of him.

After a long while, he picked up his pen and slowly wrote two words on the manuscript paper—"Frog".

If his previous collaborations with Sun Yajie and Zhao Hai were to contribute to his own career, then this time, he wants to do something big for Chinese literature.

He wants to bring his work, "Frog," to the world! "Frog" is about 200,000 words long.

Jiang Yang wasn't in a hurry; good works need time to mature.

He's very busy right now and can only write a little bit in his spare time.

Time flies so fast, and it's already the end of the semester again.

On campus, the final exam bell rang again.

Hu Kang and Lin Wei were so busy they barely had time to breathe.

One is engrossed in scientific research, while the other is tirelessly writing; both are working hard on their graduation theses.

Jiang Yang then approached Lin Wei.

Jiang Yang asked, his eyes filled with apology, as if he was afraid of disturbing her.

"Lin Wei, you must be really busy lately."

Lin Wei looked up, adjusted her glasses, and smiled: "It's alright. A thesis definitely requires some effort."

Jiang Yang said directly, "There's something I'd like to talk to you about."

"Oh? What is it?" Lin Wei asked curiously.

“Remember when I told you about the cultural company?” Jiang Yang paused. “I think it’s time to get it going.”

"what do you mean……"

Lin Wei's eyes lit up; she guessed his plan.

"I want to start a real cultural company, not just something as simple as publishing a few books or running a few magazines." Jiang Yang was quite excited. "I want to go big. Newspapers, magazines, novels, even making movies, managing singers... anything related to culture, we can do!"

Jiang Yang's ambition surprised Lin Wei.

This is no small matter; it requires a lot of money, connections, and the ability to manage it.

Lin Wei was a little incredulous: "You...are you serious?"

“Of course!” Jiang Yang said confidently. “I’ve already decided. We’ll start with newspapers. Newspapers have a lower barrier to entry and it’s easier to have an impact.”

"But, I..."

Lin Wei hesitated. She loved literature, but she didn't know much about business.

Jiang Yang noticed her concerns and comforted her, "Don't worry. You just need to handle the content; leave the rest to me. I'll find you an assistant to help you with the miscellaneous tasks."

Lin Wei asked, this was the most important question: "Where's the start-up capital?"

"Don't worry, I'll handle it." Jiang Yang patted his chest and assured him, "You focus on graduation first. After you're done, I'll give you some money, and we'll go all out!"

Lin Wei looked at him; his eyes were quite determined, as if nothing could stump him.

She was moved by his words and nodded, "Okay, I'll do as you say!"

Jiang Yang and Lin Wei's conversation laid the foundation for the future cultural company.

weekend.

Su Jingtong and Xu Dan stayed at home, enjoying a rare weekend of relaxation.

The TV was playing a program, and the two of them were watching it, in a pretty good mood.

Suddenly, Liu Xiaoqing's face appeared on the screen, advertising "Yangxin" electronic watches.