No one had the intention to speak actively, so it naturally seemed deserted.

After walking for a while, it seemed that it was not good to remain silent, so Lu Xiaowei finally plucked up the courage to initiate the conversation.

"Well, Cao, Comrade Cao, can I ask you a question?"

"Um?"

Cao Zhiqiang, who was slowly sobering up, opened his eyes: "Say."

Lu Xiaowei said: "Are you really the president of Hongguang Publishing House?"

Cao Zhiqiang chuckled: "If it's fake, it's guaranteed. If you don't believe it, didn't I say it? You can take a leave and fly with me to the capital for a practical inspection. My publishing house is there."

Lu Xiaowei smiled: "It's not that I don't believe it, I just wonder, how many Hongguang publishing houses are there in your capital?"

"How many?" Cao Zhiqiang was stunned, "Just one, I haven't heard of any other publishing houses called Hongguang.

If there really is another Hongguang Publishing House, it would be a duplication of names and a violation of reputation rights.

If I know about it, I will definitely send someone to warn the other party and ask them to change their name quickly. If they dare not change their name, I will definitely sue them!"

Lu Xiaowei chuckled: "That's right. If it's Hongguang Publishing House, are you the one who published the poetry collection "Journey to the Rivers and Lakes"?"

Upon hearing this, Cao Zhiqiang smiled slightly: "Of course, this is what our publishing house published."

"That's true." Lu Xiaowei said in surprise, "Actually, when I saw the name of Hongguang Publishing House on your business card, I felt it was familiar. Then I went back and looked at the poetry collection. The publisher was really Hongguang Publishing House.

It’s really you.”

Cao Zhiqiang nodded: "Yes, it is published exclusively by us. If it is published by other publishing houses, it must be pirated. If you encounter it, remember to tell me and I will find someone to deal with them!"

Lu Xiaowei covered her mouth and smiled: "Yes, I understand. If I encounter you, I will inform you."

After a pause, Lu Xiaowei asked again: "Well, since you have published this collection of poems, you should know the great poet Qiangzi, right?"

Cao Zhiqiang stopped and turned to look at Lu Xiaowei: "Yes, I know you. Why do you ask?"

Lu Xiaowei also stopped and said with some embarrassment: "That's right, I, I am a fan of Qiangzi's books. I like his poetry very much, and of course his novel.

So, if it is convenient for you, could you ask me for his signature and then mail it to me?

Of course, if it’s too much trouble, forget it, that’s what I said.”

Cao Zhiqiang was stunned and looked at Lu Xiaowei carefully: "Are you also a fan of hadrons? Do you like hadrons?"

"Of course." Lu Xiaowei nodded, and then said with a look of longing, "I like Qiangzi's poems very much. His poems have a special power. They can make people sigh and sigh, and they can also find a way to continue when they are down.

The courage to move forward.

I think Qiangzi must be a true philosopher, and only a philosopher who truly sees through life can write that kind of poetry."

Speaking of this, Lu Xiaowei sighed: "His poems at the beginning may have more ostentatious elements, but when it comes to his later new poems, especially the poem "The Wind and Cloud in the World Comes Out of My Generation, Once He Enters the Jianghu, Time Rushes", it is really heroic.

Yun, there is a feeling of great enlightenment."

After taking a deep breath, Lu Xiaowei said: "I didn't think much about it at first, but since his book is exclusively published by your publishing house, can you get me an autograph?"

Upon hearing what the other party said, Cao Zhiqiang also sighed, not knowing what to say.

He really didn't expect that some poems he plagiarized just to make money would have such a huge influence.

One by one, at this time, all young women with a bit of literary talent seemed to have fallen into the trap and were fascinated by Qiangzi's poems.

Look at this Lu Xiaowei, she used to be a rationalist before, but now when she mentions hadrons and his poems, her eyes light up, her whole person is completely different, and she instantly turns into a little fan girl.

Sure enough, in mainland China during this period, poets were the brightest stars!

From this point of view, the identity of a poet cannot be lost!

Happy New Year to everyone!
Chapter completed!