Liu Shengxing, wearing reading glasses, squinted and slowly muttered to himself.

"It's called 'The Return of Adam'."

Lin Yifeng took a deep breath.

It really was him.

At that moment, he was absolutely certain that this person was Wang Jinkang, the leading figure in Chinese science fiction at the time.

What surprised Lin Yifeng was that the top science fiction magazine in China should be "Strange Tales," so why would Wang Jinkang send them to a newspaper to submit their work?

"Old Liu, this can be done."

"I think this manuscript is fine and can be published."

What do you think?

Lin Yifeng gave Liu Shengxing an answer first.

Upon hearing that Lin Yifeng wanted to accept the manuscript, Liu Shengxing broke into a bright smile.

"You've already said it, so what else can I say?"

"Should I go see him?"

“I’ll make a trip and have a good talk with him about this.”

Lin Yifeng nodded.

"I'll go too."

The two put the manuscript away and headed to Wucheng the next day according to the address.

This was also the first time the two of them had left the newspaper's publishing area to collect articles outside the region.

The two arrived in Wucheng at noon, ate at a restaurant, and then went to the oil refinery in Wucheng in the afternoon according to the detailed address on the envelope.

According to the era, Wang Jinkang, who was 45 years old at the time, had not yet ventured into the field of science fiction. He was just a senior engineer and deputy director of an oil refinery, mainly responsible for project development and research.

Lin Yifeng and his group had just arrived at the oil refinery and were signing their report at the entrance when they mentioned they wanted to see Wang Jinkang.

The security guard at the entrance immediately became unhappy.

"The newspaper? The newspaper wants to see our Factory Director Wang too?"

"You all wait here."

"I'll go find someone to ask for you."

The two, who were turned away as soon as they arrived, could only wait outside the factory in their car.

Liu Shengxing, smoking a cigarette in the car, couldn't help but sigh.

"I thought he was just an ordinary worker, but it turns out he's the deputy factory director?"

"This guy is pretty impressive."

"To be able to write something like this."

Liu Shengxing flipped through the manuscript in his hand, praising it repeatedly.

Clearly, he had underestimated Wang Jinkang's background before he arrived.

A short while later, a black-haired man in work clothes came out of the factory.

The old man at the entrance continued to explain the visitor's identity to the man along the way.

The man took off his oil-stained gloves, put them in his pocket, adjusted his glasses, and walked out of the factory gate.

Wang Jinkang was also a little surprised when he saw Lin Yifeng and Liu Shengxing.

He just wanted to submit his work as a trial, but he never expected that someone would come directly to his workplace.

Because he was in charge of the oil refinery, Wang Jinkang still used the refinery's internal postal system, and the address he left was his work address.

He had originally hoped to wait for a reply.

Upon seeing Lin Yifeng and the others, Wang Jinkang could not contain his joy.

Does this mean it's over?

Liu Shengxing and Lin Yifeng got out of the car and warmly shook hands with Wang Jinkang.

"You must be the author?"

"Hello, I am Liu Shengxing, the editor-in-chief of the Shanyang People's Voice Daily."

"This is Lin Yifeng, the owner of our Shanyang People's Voice newspaper."

After Liu Shengxing's introduction, Wang Jinkang was also somewhat surprised.

He looked at Lin Yifeng's youthful appearance, and just like everyone else who saw Lin Yifeng for the first time, he was amazed by Lin Yifeng's youth.

Lin Yifeng smiled and extended his hand.

"Hello, Factory Director Wang."

"Oh, oh, oh! Good, good, good!"

Wang Jinkang came to his senses and warmly welcomed the two of them.

"Come on, come on! Let's go inside and talk!"

As the deputy director of the oil refinery, Wang Jinkang certainly had his own private office.

However, compared to other places, the oil refinery is a prime location where every inch of land is precious, so Wang Jinkang's office is not large, and there is only enough space for a table and a bookcase.

There was also a folding bed in the corner of the room, which suggests that he sometimes takes a short break in the office.

After entering the room, Lin Yifeng looked at the books on the wall, which included some foreign novels as well as many domestic novels.

It's clear that besides his daily work, Wang Jinkang's biggest hobby is reading.

But that's understandable.

Wang Jinkang, who graduated from high school in the 1960s and completed university in 1978, was already considered a rare talent nationwide compared to people today.

His knowledge and insight are unmatched by ordinary people.

Once inside, 45-year-old Wang Jinkang was very reserved in front of Liu Shengxing, who was almost the same age, and even treated Lin Yifeng with great politeness.

Liu Shengxing didn't mince words and went straight to the point.

"That's right, Director Wang, we've already read your novel manuscript."

"We are prepared to help you publish this under our Shancheng People's Voice newspaper."

"As for the royalties, we've decided to pay you weekly. Is that alright with you?"

Wang Jinkang was stunned for a long time before he could react, perhaps because the surprise was too sudden. He smiled and nodded to Liu Shengxing repeatedly.

"That's wonderful!"

"Thank you, Editor Liu! Thank you, Boss Lin!"

"I never expected that what I wrote could be published."

Lin Yifeng smiled slightly.

"Director Wang, you're too modest. Your article is far superior to others."

"The main thing is that the various settings and plot design are all top-notch in China."

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