Chu Yuansheng gave a few more instructions and then started working.

He is different from those second-generation people who just live a life of idleness and wait for death. Standing on the shoulders of his parents, he has always known that he must also work hard in order to live up to the foundation laid by his parents and move to a higher level.

As the workday was getting close, Mr. He, who had originally planned to gather a few of his close friends for a meal in the city to discuss some things, suddenly received several calls in quick succession. They were all from the main leaders of Feichang City, and all of them were about trying to get close to them.

Some just said a few words without any context, mentioned two small things related to work, and then hung up after showing a hint of goodwill;

Some of the more straightforward ones are just making an appointment to have a meal or drink together;

Some of the more skilled ones would find an excuse to invite them to go out for an inspection, or to work on something else together;

Anyway, it's all to show closeness.

Chu Yuansheng knew that the leadership was moving very quickly. It seemed that they had already discussed the working group's matters with the main leaders, and the overall situation had been decided.

So, he naturally handled it with ease.

Under such circumstances, the people in the Propaganda Department certainly would not do such a stupid thing without knowing the changing situation. Sure enough, the manuscript that was finished overnight was delivered early the next morning.

Chu Yuansheng thanked him, called his boss, picked up his phone and called his father.

"Dad, please help me find some connections at the provincial newspaper. I have an article that I want to publish through the provincial newspaper."

Not long after, a text message with a phone number, name and position of the other party was sent to Chu Yuansheng's mobile phone.

His father called again and gave him a few instructions. Chu Yuansheng wrote them down one by one in his notebook, then thought about the key points he wanted to communicate, took a deep breath, and dialed the number.

The ringtone soothed Chu Yuansheng's uneasy heart, but before he was ready, the pleasant music was quickly replaced by the voice on the phone.

"Hello."

"Hello Uncle Wei, I'm Chu Yuansheng. Just now my father..."

"Oh, Xiao Chu!" The voice on the phone instantly became friendly. "Your father has already told me about the matter. It's not a big problem. How about this, you send the manuscript to my email first. After I read it, we can discuss the details."

"Okay, thank you Uncle Wei!"

"Don't be so polite, just send the manuscript first. That's it for now."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Yuansheng smiled slightly, quickly sent the electronic version of the manuscript via email, then slowly made a cup of tea and waited for the other party's response.

It will definitely be available, it just depends on which page you choose and how much space there is.

This depends on the relationship between my father and Uncle Wei, and the quality and height of my manuscript.

Taking advantage of this free time, he even reflected on whether his attitude just now was a bit too eager and unstable, and whether he needed to make some adjustments.

Ten minutes later, the phone vibrated. Chu Yuansheng glanced at the caller and waited for a few seconds before swiping to answer the call. He remained calm and said, "Uncle Wei, hello."

But the voice on the other end of the phone was unexpectedly unstable, "Xiao Chu, this manuscript of yours is a bit troublesome!"

Chu Yuansheng was stunned for a moment, then something suddenly occurred to him. He thought to himself that this old guy was being so pretentious at this time, which was a bit too unethical!

But the situation was stronger than he was, so he had no choice but to put on a smile and said, "Uncle Wei, there must be a problem. Please help me fix it. I will come to Jincheng to thank you very much on the weekend!"

"Hey! Xiao Chu, you misunderstood. Your father has already given me a heads-up, so I won't deliberately target you at this time. The main thing is that the content of your manuscript conflicts with a manuscript that Dongjiang County is preparing to publish recently!"

Chu Yuansheng exclaimed, "Car crash?"

"Yes, even the names are similar. Yours is called the Authentic Chinese Medicinal Materials Trading Platform, and theirs is called the Shubei Authentic Chinese Medicinal Materials Trading Center. I say, Xiao Chu, the distance between your two counties is not too far. If you both set up this thing, isn't it a waste of resources..."

Chu Yuansheng's head was buzzing with confusion after hearing the following words, and he even forgot how he hung up the phone.

The news Uncle Wei had just told him kept echoing in his mind.

The news, like a bolt from the blue, struck right on the beautiful dream he had woven for his life.

The dream is shattered.

After sitting there for an unknown amount of time, he picked up his phone and saw an unread text message.

The news still came from Uncle Wei, [I sent you a copy of the manuscript over there, please take a look, and do not spread it to others. ]

Chu Yuansheng quickly opened his mailbox.

In a large office opposite Chu Yuansheng's office, the young Xiao Huang had stayed up all night last night and was dozing off when he was suddenly startled by a roar.

"Huo Qianli, I...*&￥#%!"

......

Dongjiang County, Qianfu Town.

Huo Qianli picked up the phone that was restlessly jumping on the table, glanced at the caller ID, and raised it to his ear, "Sister Yun, what can I do for you?"

The person on the other end of the phone was Nan Yun, who had planned to "watch the stars" with Huo Qianli a few years ago. "You are in a bit of trouble this time."

Huo Qianli listened to the solemnity in Nan Yun's voice and smiled casually, "It's okay, Sister Yun, we won't force it. If it can be accomplished, then it will be accomplished. If it can't be accomplished, then we won't do it."

"It's not that." Nan Yun sighed, "Feichang City under Fucheng City also found someone from the agency and wanted to publish an article."

Nan Yun paused, as if to add a special weight to this news, "They did almost the same thing as you did, and also wanted to set up a Chinese herbal medicine trading center."

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