In the office of Beicheng Daily Publishing House, Wen Qianjin opened the newly received letter.

When I saw the famous "Lin Zhu", I thought the name of this letter writer was quite nice, but I didn't know if it was his real name or a pen name.

When he opened the manuscript, he was immersed in it. After reading the article of several thousand words, he suddenly became excited.

"Good, good, very well written."

Ding Shengli saw that his face was red with excitement, so he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Old Ding, take a look at this article. It's so well written."

Ding Shengli took it and took a look. The title of the article was "Heroines: Female Workers in Textile Factories Sweating at Their Jobs."

The main plot is a day in the life of a female worker in a textile factory. The work content is not described in detail, and the focus is on the hard work and efforts of the workers.

Finally, the theme is elevated to: Striving for the construction of the country.

After watching it, people not only admire these hard-working female workers, but also feel the motivation to strive for success in their own hearts.

Ding Shengli slammed the table and said, "This is so well written. We have to show it to Director Zhou."

Zhou Kang finished reading the manuscript and tears filled his eyes.

"Our workers have shed so much sweat for their work and for the cause of our country."

"Xiao Wen, Xiao Ding. We must publish this article. I hope it will appear in the newspaper tomorrow."

Wen Qianjin agreed and took the manuscript out. He first sent a reply letter to the author and attached the manuscript fee.

Then arrange the printing of tomorrow's newspaper.

Ding Shengli took the manuscript and looked at the author again: "Old Wen, do you think this author is a worker in a textile factory?"

Wen Qianjin nodded. "That should be it. This letter was sent from a post office near the textile factory. It's easy to find the author."

"Hey, this is probably a pen name. It means she doesn't really want people to know her identity yet. Let's not investigate it."

Wen Qianjin thought about it and said, "That's true. Then let's just send the author some royalties. Maybe she's one of the workers described here, so it's normal for her not to want to be too high-profile."

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Gu Chun really didn't want to be high-profile. After all, he had already attracted a lot of attention when he went to the Canton Fair.

If I were to become an author and write articles again, I would be very famous.

Families like theirs with many small children are more suitable for developing their sexuality in a subtle way to avoid being targeted.

She said that she hadn't seen Comrade Huang Xiuxiu since she became busy with the Canton Fair.

After all, he is her first good friend in this life, so she still cares about him very much.

After work that day, she went to the workshop to find Huang Xiuxiu.

Aunt Liu Fang was very excited to see her: "Oh, Gu Chun is here. It's been so long since we last saw you. We all saw you in the newspaper."

Supervisor Li Wen also came over to greet her, and Sister Wei from the workshop and the others surrounded her and asked her questions.

Gu Chun felt uncomfortable. How come it became so famous?

I feel so embarrassed in front of these acquaintances. I feel like a social failure.

Huang Xiuxiu struggled to squeeze in, pulled Gu Chun and asked, "Chun'er, are you here to see me?"

Gu Chun smiled and nodded: "I haven't seen you since I came back, so I came to chat with you. Let's go home together."

Huang Xiuxiu happily took her arm and quickly ran away.

She held the bicycle and walked home with Gu Chun.

"Oh, Chun'er, you're so busy. You haven't been back since you went to help out at the garment factory. You finally came back, so why are you still doing this interview?"

"But the photos of you taken during that interview are really nice."

"Also, you said you wouldn't go to the garment factory and would stay in our textile factory. Is that true?"

Gu Chun shook his head and smiled: "Xiu Xiu, how can I answer you after you said so much?"

"I was very busy before, but I probably won't go to the garment factory anymore. I will still stay here."

"I came to you today because I wanted to take you home. I brought you a gift, but I haven't had time to give it to you."

Huang Xiuxiu was so happy that her two pigtails bounced up and down: "You are really my good sister. You even brought me a gift."

Back in the yard, Gu Chun gave her the things.

Huang Xiuxiu opened the bag and took it out.

“What beautiful clothes.”

"Did you do this?"

Gu Chun was pouring her tea. "Not really. I designed it, and the workers at the garment factory made the sample. This bow-tie shirt sold quite well at the Canton Fair this time."

"Of course it will sell well. You made it so beautiful. Are you really giving it to me?"

"Really? Take it. This isn't available on the market right now. It's a great look with a skirt."

"I'm so happy. I was worried that you wouldn't want to be my friend anymore." Huang Xiuxiu had the temperament of a child and was pouting at this moment, a bit like Gu Dong's look when he felt wronged.

Gu Chun shook her head silently: "How could that be, Xiuxiu, you are my good friend."

"Tell me if anything has happened to you recently."

Huang Xiuxiu took a sip of tea and said, "Yes, yes. You remember Wang Xiangxiu, right?"

Gu Chun took out the cakes he brought back from Guangzhou and asked her to eat them: "I remember, Deputy Director Wang's niece. What's wrong?"

"She got married." Huang Xiuxiu said as she took a bite of the pastry.

Gu Chun's eyes widened: "She got married? How could it be so soon? And isn't she still young?"

Although I don't like her, Wang Xiangxiu does look very young.

"She's about our age, eighteen or nineteen. She's almost ready to get married."

Gu Chun then remembered that it was normal to get married at the age of eighteen or nineteen in this era.

Some people already have several children at the age of twenty-five or twenty-six.

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