"Hello," Jiang Sheng said with a smile, looking at the staff member in front of him, "How long does it usually take for Xinhua News Agency to receive a letter after it's been sent here?"
Xinhua News Agency is located in Yanjing City, but Jiang Sheng and his group are quite far from it; otherwise, Jiang Sheng wouldn't have written and sent a letter there.
“It’s within the same city,” the postman glanced at it briefly and replied casually, “If you send it out today, they should receive it by tomorrow morning at the latest.”
Perhaps having seen so many people sending letters to Xinhua News Agency in the past, the postman was not surprised at all. Instead, when he saw Jiang Sheng, he smiled and encouraged him.
"Young man, are you submitting an article? Our post office receives many submissions every day. I hope you're lucky and get published!"
Encouraged by the postman, Jiang Sheng smiled and thanked him before turning to leave.
Regardless of whether it can be published, as long as my complete poem, "Facing the Sea, with Spring Blossoms," is sent to Xinhua News Agency, they will definitely try their best to contact me, since they have already met with the person in charge of the first half of the poem.
After all, Zhou Changgui had already published the first half of the poem, and suddenly someone else submitted the complete poem. Anyone else would be extremely cautious and wouldn't dare to make a decision so easily.
Even knowing this would happen, Jiang Sheng would never give up easily.
After all, he hadn't originally planned that Zhou Changgui would steal his poems.
Although things have turned out differently than he expected, it presents Jiang Sheng with an excellent opportunity.
With that thought, Jiang Sheng rode his bicycle back to Shengde Canned Food Processing Plant with a faint smile on his face.
As soon as he returned to the factory, Zhao Defu saw Jiang Sheng come back and quickly went over to him.
"How's it going? Is everything alright?"
Seeing that Zhao Defu was even more excited than himself, Jiang Sheng shrugged helplessly.
"I just sent it out. It's impossible to get a response right away. We'll have to wait at least two or three days before we get a result."
Zhao Defu responded with an "oh" and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.
"That's true. I was too impatient. I always felt that there should be results soon."
Joking aside, although Jiang Sheng had already guessed the outcome, he still couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
Although everything is ready, and everything will be under his control.
However, he did not obtain his second sister's consent or discuss it with her beforehand.
It would be bad if my second sister became dissatisfied with me because of this.
That's what he thought, but since Jiang Sheng had already done it, he wouldn't regret it.
The next day, at the Xinhua News Agency.
The newly appointed editor, Song Huaping, is a recent graduate and intern.
Today was his first day reporting for work at Xinhua News Agency, so he arrived exceptionally early and was exceptionally diligent.
The newspaper staff all liked the new young man. As for Song Huaping, he had finished his work and was about to return to his post.
At this moment, the editor-in-chief called out to Song Huaping: "Xiao Song, go and deliver the letter that was just sent this morning to my office."
"Okay, Editor-in-Chief Zhao!"
Song Huaping readily agreed, oblivious to the strange expressions on the faces of the other staff members. He turned around, grabbed a pile of letters from the front desk, and laboriously walked to his office.
"Editor-in-Chief Zhao, these are all letters that just arrived this morning! Where should I put them?"
Editor-in-Chief Zhao casually pointed to a spot on the table: "Just put it there, I'll check it later."
Xinhua News Agency handles piles of mail every day, and the vast majority of these are manuscripts sent from all over the country.
Normally, these manuscripts are first filtered by other employees, who then select the unsuitable ones.
The rest will be delivered to Editor-in-Chief Zhao's office desk.
Therefore, everyone was somewhat surprised and curious about Editor-in-Chief Zhao's decision to have Song Huaping deliver all the manuscripts to the office today.
Song Huaping was only on his first day at work and was unaware of this. After placing the manuscript on the table and saying goodbye to Editor-in-Chief Zhao, he prepared to turn and leave.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, he was stopped by Editor-in-Chief Zhao from behind.
"Xiao Song, wait a moment, I have something to tell you."
Song Huaping turned around, looked at Editor-in-Chief Zhao with some curiosity, then scratched his head with a silly smile on his face.
"Editor-in-Chief Zhao, is there anything else you need?"
Looking at the young man in front of him, who was full of vigor and ambition, Editor-in-Chief Zhao wanted to see what he was capable of, so he smiled and spoke.
"Xiao Song, come with me to look through these letters today and see if there are any suitable manuscripts. You can also help me make a decision."
Upon hearing Editor-in-Chief Zhao's words, Song Huaping immediately understood the other party's intention.
This is the leader giving me a chance!
He immediately perked up and nodded quickly: "Okay, Editor-in-Chief Zhao, I'll read it with you!"
Seeing the young man's energetic demeanor, Editor-in-Chief Zhao couldn't help but smile faintly.
It's good to be young. Recently, he has received some good manuscripts, most of which came from young people.
only……
Thinking about what happened to Zhou Changgui some time ago, Director Zhao's smile faded a bit.
Although there was a plagiarism incident, thankfully everything was rectified in time.
Hopefully, the poem "Facing the Sea, with Spring Blossoms" is not plagiarized; otherwise, he can forget about being the editor-in-chief anymore.
Editor-in-Chief Zhao was no longer willing to believe what Zhou Changgui said. Even though the other party repeatedly assured that "Facing the Sea, with Spring Blossoms" was his original work, Editor-in-Chief Zhao had a vague feeling that this matter was not so simple.
"Editor-in-Chief Zhao," Song Huaping interrupted him as he was still thinking about this, with an embarrassed smile on his face, "I think this poem is pretty good. What do you think of it?"
Editor-in-Chief Zhao snapped out of his thoughts and accepted the letter from Song Huaping with a faint smile.
Looking at the content written above, Editor-in-Chief Zhao glanced at Song Huaping with a hint of appreciation and patiently commented, "It's not bad, but the metaphors seem a bit forced. Our newspaper can't publish it for now."
Hearing Editor Zhao's words, Song Huaping looked somewhat surprised: "I thought this article was good enough, but I didn't expect Xinhua News Agency to have such high standards. It truly lives up to its reputation as a famous newspaper in China!"
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