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Chapter 110 No Culture

Liu Lan is so busy that she is not stuck in the ground now that she has time to arrange all her time. How can she have time to shoot videos?

But this is Sun Weiwei's request.

When their family was in trouble, Lawyer Sun was busy without asking for help from return. Zhang Pei borrowed money from him, and Lawyer Sun took it out without hesitation.

Liu Lan remembered this kindness.

With this in mind, she agreed.

No one expected that Liu Lan would agree so readily, and she looked very surprised.

Fang Hao said, "Let me emphasize that our Douyin account has not made any profit yet. All our work is free and responsibilities, and we cannot give you any compensation."

Liu Lan nodded and said she knew, "It doesn't matter, it's a short video anyway, so it won't take me much time."

He Qisi was very happy and said quickly, "Then we'll make it. Our videos are usually filmed on weekends. Now I'm not sure about the specific time. We will add WeChat first and I'll notify you when I want to shoot."

Liu Lan showed her WeChat QR code, and everyone scanned it, but only Sun Weiwei didn't. Liu Lan said to her softly, "I changed the WeChat account I used in high school. This is a new account, so you can add it too."

Sun Weiwei was stunned. She had never added Liu Lan’s WeChat. What does Liu Lan’s WeChat account have to do with her? But she was so smart that she could hear Liu Lan’s hidden meaning. Liu Lan clearly begged her to add her WeChat.

After a half-second silence, Sun Weiwei took out his cell phone and added Liu Lan's WeChat. This addition means that their six-year breakup was over.

After leaving Capital University, Liu Lan did not return to school, so she took the subway home and went to the warehouse.

Her cat food business has already started to be on track. Cat fans have been rushing to scrambling to now becoming more rational. Cat food is not a fast-moving consumer goods. Some buyers buy several bags and stock up on dozens of kilograms at a time. They have bought this time with Liu Lan, and the next consumption will be half a year later.

Now, the number of orders sold by Liu Lan every day is basically stable at around 60 orders. After deducting other expenses such as rent, freight, water and electricity bills, workers' wages, etc., Liu Lan conservatively estimates that she can earn about 50,000 to 60,000 yuan every month by selling cat food in the future.

If you want to increase sales, unless you increase the exposure rate of her Weibo and live broadcast room, countless internet celebrities are racking their brains to think about this issue. Liu Lan herself has no good ideas for the time being, and her number of fans has stopped once again.

Yesterday, Huang Shiting sent another batch of goods from Hong Kong, and the warehouse was filled with a lot. When Liu Lan went there, Zhang Pei was holding a notebook, checking boxes of boxes in each box according to the detailed list on each box. Today there were only about forty orders, and they were not busy. Both workers and masters got off work early.

When Zhang Pei saw Liu Lan, he asked her, "It's rare that you came early, have you eaten?"

"I ate in the school cafeteria." Jiang Chengfeng invited Liu Lan to eat in their school cafeteria.

Zhang Pei asked Liu Lan again what dishes she had eaten and found that she did not eat well by herself. "If you go to the warehouse early like today, you should go to the warehouse for dinner first, and then go home to broadcast live. Lao Li controlled his blood sugar and didn't eat much dinner. He left a box of lunch every day. It would be a pity to throw it away. You paid for the monthly lunch box, so you can't waste it," Lao Li was one of the workers.

"What monthly lunch box?" Liu Lan was puzzled. She knew that Zhang Pei and the workers had lunch box, and she thought it was Zhang Pei who ordered it herself.

As a result, Zhang Pei thought it was her ordering, "Boss Wang said that you ordered lunch boxes for me and two workers in advance, and the waiter brought the meals every day," Zhang Pei was also surprised, "Isn't it you ordered?"

Liu Lan quickly replied, "No, no, no, I ordered it. I was busy and forgot."

"I just said, if I didn't give the money, which boss would give us a meal on credit."

Liu Lan smiled embarrassedly.

She stopped talking about this topic and sorted out the goods with Zhang Pei until ten o'clock in the evening before leaving the warehouse. Before leaving, she took a look at the pet hospital next to her. Through the glass, she saw the little nurse sending the last customer out. It must be that Yu Zhan was still packing things in the inner room.

After thinking about it, she took out her cell phone and edited WeChat:

"Thank you for your monthly lunch box."

Yu Zhan quickly replied to her: "It's just a matter of raising hands."

The next day, Liu Lan received a message from He Qisi, saying that they were going to shoot a video this Saturday, asking her to come to the East Playground of Capital University at 1 pm on Saturday, and asking her to wear a beautiful dress.

So, on Saturday morning, Liu Lan went to Professor Su's Calligraphy Institute for the first time to learn calligraphy, and she dressed very beautifully.

The girl wore a light green long dress and walked into the ancient red walls and yellow tiles, causing the students who happened to pass by to look at the backs that were gone for a long time and were lost.

Over the weekend, Professor Su's doctoral students were not there, and the other teachers were resting. In such a large research institute, she and Professor Su were the only ones.

This was the first class taught to Liu Lan. Professor Su attached great importance to it and prepared it in advance. He added more detailed content to the ppt he taught to undergraduate students. Starting from the origin of official script, talking about changes in fonts, and talking about outstanding official script calligraphers from ancient times to the present. In one-on-one teaching, Su Yi discovered a very strange problem.

Liu Lan's historical knowledge seems to be in a fault.

She seemed to know the history and literary classics before the Western Han Dynasty, and recited them all in the Four Books, Five Classics and Six Arts, but she knew nothing about the historical trajectory after the Western Han Dynasty, let alone memorizing Tang poetry and Song lyrics.

She could not even fully name the names of all dynasties according to the schedule, and could only vaguely say that there were Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties.

Professor Su didn't know that Liu Lan could tell the story of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, thanks to the memory of the former master. The former master, who slept in history classes every time. He went to science class first in high school and then became an art student, but he never touched history textbooks again.

Su Yi felt that Liu Lan was like a character living in the "Peach Blossom Spring" written by Tao Yuanming, "I don't know that there is a Han Dynasty, no matter whether it is Wei and Jin Dynasties."

He wrote this sentence down and asked Liu Lan, "Do you know, which article does this sentence come from?"

Liu Lan shook her head confused.

He asked again, "Do you know Tao Yuanming?"

Liu Lan carefully searched the memory of the former Lord in her mind.

"I know, it seems to be a poet from the Tang Dynasty," the memory told her.

Su Yi: "..."

He sighed, "Tao Yuanming was a native of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He was born more than three hundred years after the demise of the Western Han Dynasty."

Liu Lan was embarrassed and wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into it.

"It seems that there are too many things you have to learn, and there is a long way to go," Su Yi looked at her with a long-lasting look. Is her situation considered uneducated?

Su Yi said, "I have met many students who are biased in subjects. I have never heard of those who are biased in history and dynasties like you. How much did Mrs. Xu love the culture of the Western Han Dynasty that taught you like this."
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