The next day.
The courtyard had returned to its former tranquility. If it weren't for the sound of Jia Dongxu slaughtering pigs to change the medicine, every household would be quite harmonious.
Chen Jun went to work at the steel mill after breakfast as usual.
It has been a while since the class started, and everything has returned to normal. People in the cafeteria are busy with their own affairs in an orderly manner.
Seeing that there was nothing to do, Chen Jun went back to the office to continue writing.
The first book he wrote was "Drawing Sword". This novel originally had about a hundred chapters, but Chen Jun was not bold enough to finish it all. It was safest to finish it with more than sixty chapters.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Just as Chen Jun was writing furiously, there was a knock on the office door, and then Director Yang pushed the door open and walked in.
"Director, are you having a reception this early in the morning?"
Director Yang smiled and waved his hand, then placed a bag of apples in front of Chen Jun.
Thank you for the cake yesterday. These are the apples your sister-in-law asked me to bring you.
sister in law?
Chen Jun almost couldn't hold it in when he heard that. Considering Director Yang's age, it wouldn't be excessive for him to call him uncle.
But Chen Jun didn't dwell on this issue and put the apple away with a smile.
"Hmm, this apple looks crispy!"
Director Yang nodded, his attention drawn to the manuscript on the table.
"Hey, what are you writing?"
Director Yang thought Chen Jun was writing a planning report or something, but after a closer look, it didn't seem like it.
"I just wrote something and plan to submit it to a newspaper."
Facing Director Yang, Chen Jun did not hide anything, but handed over the manuscript openly.
He was completely clueless about the submissions of that era. As a cadre, Director Yang might have acquaintances in this area.
For submission?
Director Yang took the manuscript with great interest and read it carefully.
"Second Battalion Commander? Italian artillery?"
"Yamamoto, I called you a sage?"
When Director Yang read the first half, he thought the content was good, but the last paragraph took a sudden turn and he couldn't quite understand what it meant.
"Huh? Sorry, this is my humming, not the content."
Chen Jun picked up the pen with an embarrassed look on his face and crossed out the part about Yamamoto's carelessness and loss of his ancestors. This damn beast always pops up from time to time.
"Tsk tsk, I didn't realize that you not only have beautiful handwriting, but you're also quite good at writing articles."
Director Yang commented on the manuscript: "The content is very realistic and in line with the current trend of manuscripts in newspapers and magazines."
"Chen Jun, which newspaper are you planning to submit your article to?"
If Chen Jun's anti-Japanese war novel can be published, it will be a good thing for the steel mill. If the novel has a greater influence, he can also take this opportunity to promote it.
No matter how you look at it, it's a good thing, so Director Yang didn't care that Chen Jun was slacking off at work and writing novels.
"I haven't thought about it yet. I'm not very familiar with newspapers." Chen Jun shook his head.
"How's 49th Literature and Art?"
Director Yang smiled and said, "I have a friend who works there. If you're interested, you can go directly to 49 Literature and Art to find him and have him take a look at your manuscript."
"Well...but you can only go in the afternoon. There's a lunchtime reception that needs you to be the chef."
49 literature and art?
Chen Jun became interested as soon as he heard about it. He had heard of this newspaper a long time ago. It was founded in 1950 and the first editor-in-chief was the famous Mr. Lao She. Its main target audience was workers. There were many 1949 literary and art newspapers in the steel rolling mill, which was in line with his submission direction.
I just don’t know if the current editor-in-chief is still Mr. Lao She.
"That's great. It saves me from running around from house to house." Chen Jun nodded and wrote down the address of Sijiu Literature and Art and the name of Director Yang's acquaintance.
At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Jun sorted out the manuscripts on hand and rode his bicycle to his destination.
Although Sijiu Literature and Art cannot compare with other major newspapers and periodicals in the city, its office building is still quite stylish. It is a three-story single-family Western-style building with a security guard standing guard at the gate.
Chen Jun simply stated his purpose, and the guard smiled and opened the door for him, without showing any contempt for Chen Jun because he was too young.
These days, intellectuals still hold a lot of prestige, especially in places like newspapers and magazines.
But this situation will not last for many years. Once the storm comes, the status will plummet and they will be labeled as the ninth.
After finding Director Yang’s friend on the second floor, Chen Jun briefly explained the purpose of his visit.
"Chen Jun, right? I heard Brother Yang mention you. He said you are the youngest director of the steel rolling mill and your cooking skills are first-class." Editor Shi Xiangrong did not look down on Chen Jun because of his age. Instead, he was attracted by the thick stack of manuscripts in his hand.
When Shi Xiangrong first heard that Chen Jun submitted the manuscript through Director Yang's relationship, he thought it was a short essay or poem, but the thick manuscript told him that it was at least a medium-length novel.
"Let me take a look."
Shi Xiangrong took the manuscript and was immediately attracted by the two elegant titles on the cover.
This calligraphy skill is extraordinary!
As a cultural worker, Shi Xiangrong feels that just these two words are enough to make him surpass more than 80% of people in newspapers and magazines.
"Drawing Sword, what an interesting title."
After giving a compliment, Shi Xiangrong opened the book and began to read the contents of the novel.
After just watching the first two sections, Shi Xiangrong couldn't help but immerse himself in the plot.
After a full twenty minutes, Shi Xiangrong stared at Chen Jun in disbelief for more than ten seconds, then asked in a complicated tone, "Did you write this book?"
"hold head high!"
Chen Jun's face didn't blush and his heart didn't beat fast.
"Excuse me, are you a high school graduate?"
The moment Shi Xiangrong asked this question, he realized something was wrong. If Chen Jun graduated from high school, how would he have time to improve his cooking skills?
"Primary school student, right?" Chen Jun vaguely remembered that the original owner was a noob with only an elementary school diploma, and it seemed that he hadn't even been admitted to junior high school.
"Genius, you are such a genius! If I were to rate this book, I would give it a nine!"
Shi Xiangrong seemed a little excited, but he was just a small editor and not qualified to make the final decision, so he stood up and said to Chen Jun, "You rest here for a while, I'll ask the leader to look over the manuscript."
"Is it Mr. Lao She?" Chen Jun asked curiously.
Shi Xiangrong shook his head: "The editor-in-chief and Mr. Guo went to the south for an exchange."
"Oh, okay."
Chen Jun nodded, indicating that he was fine.
Shi Xiangrong didn't say much and went straight to the leader's office with the manuscript.
This time, Chen Jun had to drink tea outside for more than an hour.
"Is it so difficult to negotiate?"
Chen Jun couldn't help but frown. Currently, these manuscripts did not involve any political issues. They only had a simple plot of resisting the Japanese invaders and liberating the country.
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