"Yes, is Director Jiang inside? I need to speak with him about something. Thank you for your help."

After saying that, Zhou Changgui reluctantly took out a cigarette from his pocket and stuffed it into the gatekeeper's hand.

After receiving the cigarette, the gatekeeper nodded with a smile and let Zhou Changgui pass.

Zhou Changgui entered the factory and walked towards the factory buildings.

At this moment, Jiang Shenggang had just finished lunch with his second sister, Zhao Xuehui, and was busy working in the factory.

Zhao Xuehui happened to be not particularly busy today, so after getting off work in the morning, she went directly to Shengde Processing Plant.

For some reason, ever since Zhou Changgui cleverly explained himself by using a poem his younger brother had once written, her feelings for him had become more intense than before.

Although she still harbored some budding feelings for Zhou Changgui, the matter of poetry had now created a few thorns in her heart.

This led Zhao Xuehui to decide to have lunch with Jiang Sheng after get off work in the morning, as a way to make amends and also to apologize to Jiang Sheng on behalf of Zhou Changgui.

The two had a pleasant meal together, and neither of them mentioned the apology nor the poetry. Jiang Sheng also didn't bring it up.

After lunch, Zhao Xuehui saw that it was still early, so she took the initiative to suggest that she and Jiang Sheng come to the factory to take a look and chat.

So when Zhou Changgui arrived, Zhao Xuehui was standing by the factory. She finally mustered up the courage to apologize to Jiang Sheng.

“Little brother, I feel a little sorry for you because of this poem. If I hadn’t shown your poem to Teacher Zhou, your senior brother wouldn’t have published it in the newspaper as his work.”

Faced with Zhao Xuehui's apology and seeing her extremely apologetic expression, Jiang Sheng simply waved his hand dismissively, not taking it to heart at all.

"Second sister, it's not your fault. When Teacher Zhou was writing, he suddenly had an inspiration. In addition, he has written too many songs before, so it's inevitable that there would be some confusion. Actually, I don't blame him."

Although Jiang Sheng's smile was one of relief, Zhao Xuehui could still catch a fleeting glimpse of disappointment in his eyes.

It seems that my younger brother was lying when he said he didn't care; he just didn't want to make himself sad.

"No matter what, I still want to say sorry to you."

Seeing her second sister so remorseful, Jiang Sheng felt a pang of heartache.

However, in order to help his second sister get away from Zhou Changgui as soon as possible, he smiled and looked very understanding.

"Second sister, don't be sad. I believe that Teacher Zhou did not mean it. Moreover, regarding the article 'Facing the Sea, with Spring Blossoms,' I actually have some of my own insights on Teacher Zhou's comments. If I have the opportunity to meet Teacher Zhou someday, I would like to talk to him about it in person."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhou Changgui's voice came from behind him.

"Xiaosheng, if you have any opinions, you can speak up. I happen to have something to discuss with you today. Can we go outside and talk?"

Jiang Sheng was somewhat surprised to suddenly hear Zhou Changgui's voice.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Changgui came to find him so soon.

It seems there must be something wrong with that poem. Otherwise, Zhou Changgui wouldn't come looking for him unless he had something important to say.

Thinking this, Jiang Sheng turned around with a surprised yet delighted expression on his face and quickly greeted Zhou Changgui.

"So it's Teacher Zhou," Jiang Sheng quickly stepped forward, his face full of apology and self-reproach. "If you were coming, you could have told me in advance. My second sister and I would have picked you up first and then invited you out for dinner. I was so rude today."

Although Jiang Sheng's words were full of respect, he clearly regarded Zhou Changgui as an outsider.

As for Zhou Changgui, his smile froze for a moment, but he still nodded with a smile.

"It's alright. I just had something I wanted to talk to you about, Xiaosheng, so I came without telling you beforehand. I apologize for being so presumptuous."

Looking at his underlings beside him, they didn't seem angry at all, and were even being very polite to Zhou Changgui.

Zhao Xuehui felt even more apologetic and quickly said, "Let's go to a coffee shop outside to talk. This isn't the place to talk."

Zhou Changgui quickly waved his hand, saying, "It's nothing serious. Since you have something to tell me, let's just chat for a while in the open space outside."

"How can we let Teacher Zhou wait outside?" Jiang Sheng quickly waved his hand, then thought for a moment before saying, "How about this, I have some good tea in my office, why don't we chat while we drink some, Teacher Zhou?"

Zhou Changgui quickly nodded in agreement, his doubts reaching their peak.

Despite his doubts, even if Zhou Changgui was stupid or foolish at this point, he knew that Jiang Sheng had probably set a trap for him.

Because he was too eager to become famous, he didn't think much about it and fell into Jiang Sheng's trap.

But looking at Jiang Sheng's sincere face, Zhou Changgui couldn't think too much about it. While he was puzzled, he just wanted to know what was going on.

Jiang Sheng and Zhao Xuehui arrived at the office together. Jiang Sheng quickly invited the two to sit down and then made them each a cup of tea.

"This is the best tea we have in our office, Tieguanyin. Second Sister, Teacher Zhou, please have some first, and we can chat while we drink."

As soon as Jiang Shenggang finished speaking, Zhou Changgui couldn't wait to voice his doubts.

“Xiaosheng, that poem you gave me before, I think it was already written by someone else.”

Zhou Changgui couldn't reveal that he had applied for publication of this poem; he could only subtly express his confusion.

"After I got back, I thought about it carefully, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt like I had heard it somewhere before."

Seeing Zhao Xuehui's surprised expression, Zhou Changgui cleared his throat, put on a serious face, and began to criticize.

"This poem seems to have been published three years ago. I've even found the magazine where it was published. Xiaosheng, if you don't believe me, you can look for it later. I just don't understand, since this is someone else's poem, why are you passing it off as your own?"

Zhou Changgui's words placed him on a moral high ground, blaming Jiang Sheng.

Since the poem he took hadn't actually been published, he could openly criticize Jiang Sheng.

Zhao Xuehui, who was standing next to him, hadn't expected Jiang Sheng to use someone else's poem to impersonate his own. Without even thinking, she rebuked him, "Young man, the poem you wrote before was quite good. How could you use someone else's to impersonate yours this time? What you're doing is wrong."