At the same time, the Propaganda Department of the Steel Rolling Mill.
Xu Damao, who had nothing to do, picked up a few newspapers and returned to his seat, intending to read something to pass the time.
But when he turned to the 49th Literature and Art, his expression froze and he couldn't help muttering.
"Chen Jun? That can't be such a coincidence, right?"
After muttering, Xu Damao began to look at it curiously.
Just as he was reading with great interest, a colleague from the Propaganda Department came in hurriedly and started rummaging through the place where books and newspapers were usually piled.
But after searching around, he didn't seem to find what he wanted, so he noticed the pile of things on Xu Damao's desk.
"Xu Damao, have you seen today's edition of the 49th Literary and Art Newspaper?"
Xu Damao shook his head: "I didn't see it!"
After saying that, Xu Damao rolled up the newspaper in his hand, stood up and walked outside.
After leaving the Propaganda Department, Xu Damao trotted to the cafeteria.
Seeing Chen Jun walking around in the cafeteria, Xu Damao rushed over excitedly.
"Chen Jun, this "Bright Sword" was written by you, right?"
"You must have written this, right?"
Chen Jun took a quick look and found that it was a newspaper from the 49th Literature and Art Press. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
It's printed so soon?
Shi Xiangrong is quite fast!
After taking the Sijiu Literature and Art and taking a look at it, Chen Jun nodded with satisfaction. Although the layout of "Bright Sword" was not placed in the most conspicuous position, it was given a large title, which was still very eye-catching at first glance.
"Chen Jun, this should be you, right?" Xu Damao asked, pointing at the author's name.
"Yes, it's me, what's wrong?" Chen Jun didn't quite understand why Xu Damao was so excited.
Logically speaking, after my book is published, Xu Damao would at most just give me a shout of praise and that would be the end of it. There is no need for him to come to the cafeteria to find me, right?
If the leaders of the Propaganda Department saw this, Xu Damao would definitely be scolded.
"You, you, you can actually write articles?"
After confirming that it was really Chen Jun, Xu Damao's jaw dropped.
If the article published in 49 Literature and Art was about some cooking instructions, Xu Damao would not be that surprised.
But what Chen Jun wrote was a novel, a long novel at that, which is something only cultured people and intellectuals can write.
"I just wrote it casually, but I didn't expect it to be published." Chen Jun looked at Xu Damao and said, "Do you really need to come to the cafeteria to ask me about this?"
Seeing this, Xu Damao glanced at the cafeteria entrance with some caution, then carefully glanced towards the kitchen. After confirming that there was no one around, he lowered his voice and said, "Chen Jun, since you can write novels, can you write anything else?"
"For example, write some poetry, lyrics, or articles that can be used for publicity?"
Um?
After hearing this, Chen Jun's expression became even weirder. Could it be that Xu Damao took the wrong medicine today?
"Speak directly, don't beat around the bush."
"Well, if you can write, could you help me write something? I can pay you!" Xu Damao sighed and whispered, "Actually, with my skills, I should have been the team leader last year, but unfortunately, I don't have much knowledge and can't show off much."
"If you can help me write something, I can package myself better. If you become the team leader because of this, I'll treat you to a big drink!"
After all, Xu Damao worked in the Propaganda Department, where there were too many people who were more educated than Xu Damao, so he could never make it through.
But if you can publish something in a newspaper, the situation will be completely different. At least you can get praise from the director and have a better chance of promotion in the future.
That's why Xu Damao hid it from other colleagues in the Propaganda Department and sneaked into the cafeteria to find Chen Jun.
Oh, so that’s how it is.
Chen Jun nodded silently. Writing something was not a difficult task for him. He had a lot of short prose poems in his mobile phone. He could just find one that matched the subject matter and give it to Xu Damao, and then he could submit it.
But he couldn't agree to this too readily, otherwise it would seem that something was wrong with him.
After thinking about it, Chen Jun replied, "Of course it is possible, but it requires a lot of thought. It can't be written in a day or two."
"Don't worry, don't worry. Take your time to think about it. Give it to me when you have figured it out." Xu Damao also understood the principle of slow work and fine work. If Chen Jun suddenly wrote one for him today, he might not dare to use it.
"Okay, I'll let you know when I figure it out."
"Oh, thank you so much!"
Xu Damao grinned, then happily returned to the Propaganda Department. Before entering the office, he deliberately stuffed the Sijiu Wen Yi into his clothes, as if he was afraid that other colleagues would find it.
But this could only hide the secret for a while, not too much. Soon, the steel mill was swept by a craze for "Bright Sword". Many workers liked to discuss the plot of "Bright Sword" in their spare time, and some even imitated the tone of voice of the characters in the book.
"He brewed it. Jia Dongxu, if you look at me sideways again, I'll just shoot you in the face."
In the courtyard, Xu Damao, who came home from get off work, saw Jia Dongxu sitting in a wheelchair at a glance.
After these days of rest, although half of Jia Dongxu's buttocks has not fully recovered, he can sit in the wheelchair with the other half of his buttocks at an angle.
After lying down for so many days, Jia Dongxu was almost suffocating, so he asked Qin Huairu to carry him to the yard to get some fresh air.
But who would have thought that not long after he came out, he met Xu Damao who was returning home from get off work.
I was clearly sitting sideways because of my butt problem, but in Xu Damao's mouth it became looking at people with squinting eyes. Wasn't he just looking for trouble?
Jia Dongxu knew that he was not in good condition, so he simply ignored Xu Damao.
"Hey, you still dare to ignore me?"
Xu Damao became interested at that moment, and approached Jia Dongxu in a servile manner, then pretended to be disgusted by the stink and suddenly backed away.
"Damn, Jia Dongxu, why do you stink so much? Pull your pants pocket?"
"Just stay home and clean your trouser pockets. Why are you coming out to disgust us?"
"Get out of here, get back to the house quickly, or I'll push you into the public toilet!"
"Xu Damao, did I provoke you or offend you? Are you bored and have nothing better to do than to cause trouble to me?" Jia Dongxu was completely convinced. His forbearance was actually met with Xu Damao's further encroachment.
"Hey, buddy, this is for the neighbors in the yard."
When Xu Damao saw Jia Dongxu start to fight back, he immediately put his hands on his hips and started to reason.
This look of "I'm going to bully you" made Jia Dongxu very angry.
"Jia Dongxu, Xu Damao, what are you two doing? I heard you two arguing in the alley. It's really affecting the image of our hospital!"
Liu Haizhong walked in from the front yard with his hands behind his back, glanced at the two people who were still arguing, and waved his hand impatiently: "Xu Damao, go and inform the people in the backyard to have a meeting in the middle yard later."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
