“Little Jiang, this poem is not bad, but aren’t there some inappropriate word choices? What about the little peak on the mountain wanting to sleep, and what about me replacing you? I think there’s something wrong with that.” Zhou Changgui’s knowing look made Jiang Sheng burst into laughter inwardly.

This is Wu Ang's poem. How dare he say that the wording is inappropriate?

Despite thinking this in his heart, Jiang Sheng still nodded and smiled respectfully at Zhou Changgui, "Yes, it seems a bit off. I wonder how Teacher Zhou thinks it should be written?"

Zhou Changgui glanced at him, and seeing how naive and easily fooled he was, he felt even more smug. "Hmph, this kid seems to have talent but no brains. He'll be completely under my control."

He cleared his throat, feigning seriousness, and stared at the poem. "I haven't figured out how to revise it yet. How about this, let me take this poem back and study it carefully. I'll tell you when I find a suitable way to revise it."

Jiang Sheng smiled; this was the result he wanted.

“Okay, Teacher Zhou, then I’ll trouble you to take care of it.” Jiang Sheng’s unsuspecting attitude delighted Zhou Changgui, unaware that he had already fallen into Jiang Sheng’s trap.

"Hmm, you're a good kid. I'll help you revise it properly." Zhou Changgui patted Jiang Sheng's shoulder insincerely, acting as if he were Jiang Sheng's prized student, which made Jiang Sheng feel disgusted.

Having taken the poem, Zhou Changgui saw no need to stay at Jiang Sheng's house, so he bid him farewell and left.

As they reached the door, Zhao Xuehui looked at the poem in his hand, opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

However, Zhou Changgui clearly avoided Zhao Xuehui's gaze as she looked at the poem.

It's obvious that Zhou Changgui has taken Jiang Sheng's work again.

When Zhao Xuehui and Zhao Mengnian asked him about it, he smiled mysteriously and gave them this answer: "I have my own clever plan."

Now, although Zhao Mengnian and Zhao Xuehui were worried that Jiang Sheng might be tricked again, they thought that their younger brother was always clever and quick-witted, so they stopped asking and wanted to see what he was really up to.

The next morning, Zhou Changgui excitedly went to the newspaper office and handed in the poem by Jiang Sheng that he had copied down.

The editor-in-chief took a look and his face immediately lit up with a smile. "Teacher Zhou, you are truly a gifted writer! You created such a wonderful poem in such a short time. I am truly impressed!"

As he spoke, the editor-in-chief personally poured him a cup of tea. Zhou Changgui could tell at a glance that it was top-quality tea, which the editor-in-chief usually only used to entertain cadres and some famous writers.

It seems I'm now a person of status and position.

Although he knew that all of this was thanks to Jiang Sheng's poems, he felt no shame whatsoever and accepted the editor's praise as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Editor-in-chief, you flatter me. I, Zhou, just had some inspiration recently and wrote this casually." He took a sip of tea and smiled modestly at the editor-in-chief.

The editor-in-chief looked at Zhou Changgui with unprecedented admiration and respect in his eyes.

He rubbed his hands together, looking at Zhou Changgui somewhat embarrassed, "Teacher Zhou, do you think... we could discuss a collaboration with you?"

"Cooperation? What kind of cooperation?" Zhou Changgui put down his cup, looked at the editor-in-chief with a smile, much like a superior looking at a subordinate.

The editor-in-chief smiled ingratiatingly, "It's just that, could you please write a column for our newspaper, specifically to write poems for us? Don't worry, I'll try my best to get you the highest possible payment, so you won't be taken advantage of. After all, you can directly bring benefits to our newspaper, so having you write a column will definitely be more expensive than your usual payment."

Zhou Changgui was surprised by this stroke of luck; Jiang Sheng's poetry was so outstanding that he could even have a column dedicated to him. Although he was indignant, feeling that the editor-in-chief had misjudged him, he was mostly happy about the huge benefit he could reap.

He pondered for a moment, then frowned slightly. "I think I need to think about this before making a decision. After all, I write poetry just as a personal interest, and I don't intend to use it for personal gain."

These words sounded very respectable, but the editor-in-chief clearly believed them, nodding repeatedly. "That's right, that's right. I know you, Professor Zhou, are of noble character and certainly wouldn't care about a few dollars. However, we sincerely hope you can agree. Please consider it."

Zhou Changgui smiled, knowing that he had won the editor-in-chief's favor once again.

"Okay, I'll think about it carefully, and I'll let you know when I've made up my mind. If there's nothing else today, I'll head back now." Zhou Changgui said, standing up.

The editor-in-chief personally escorted Zhou Changgui to the door, and even before he walked out of the newspaper office, he kept telling him to think it over carefully, expressing his earnest expectations.

Zhou Changgui seemed to be walking on air, and he was much more energetic than usual.

The Xinhua News Agency is a well-known newspaper in the city and has a certain reputation throughout the country. Being able to open a column here is not just a small favor for him; it's a chance to make a name for himself!

The reason I didn't immediately agree to the editor-in-chief's request was to maintain my pride and face as a teacher, and not to give the impression that I was eager for quick success.

However, he wouldn't keep the editor-in-chief waiting too long, lest he miss such a good opportunity.

Just as Zhou Changgui was at home, dreaming of becoming a nationally renowned poet, a bolt from the blue struck him unexpectedly.

That day, the newspaper's editor-in-chief came to the school to see him. He had just finished class and heard that it was the newspaper's editor-in-chief who came to see him. He was very proud and felt even more pleased when he saw the envy in the eyes of his colleagues.

I originally thought the editor-in-chief couldn't wait any longer and had come to discuss starting a column with me, but I didn't expect that the editor-in-chief's expression would change drastically when he saw me. His face was gloomy, and he looked as if he were an enemy.

Zhou Changgui was completely baffled and hurriedly went to the editor-in-chief, "Editor-in-Chief Song, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong?! Why don't you ask yourself what good things you've done?!" Editor-in-Chief Song slammed a yellowed old newspaper onto Zhou Changgui's desk, her tone startling Zhou Changgui.

He was startled and quickly looked down at the newspaper. When he saw what was on the paper, Zhou Changgui shuddered, feeling as if his blood had frozen.

How can I forget you, on the twilight shore, in the flowing water, at the tense dock...

This... this isn't Jiang Sheng's poem? How could it be...?

Before Zhou Changgui could react, the editor-in-chief's voice rang out again, "This is a poem published in a rural newspaper three years ago. How can you, a teacher, do something like plagiarism!"