"Because our newspaper serves the whole country," Editor-in-Chief Zhao explained with a smile, "we can't afford to be careless at all. Even if there's the slightest flaw, we can't just publish it easily. We have to select the best from so many submissions; we have to be responsible to our loyal contributors across the country."
These words stirred Song Huaping's passion, and he nodded hastily, continuing to immerse himself in his busy work with Editor-in-Chief Zhao.
This year, we spent quite a while looking at them, and the two of us together selected two or three manuscripts that were pretty good.
Song Huaping became increasingly confident in himself until he produced one of the manuscripts, written under the pseudonym Jiang Yuesheng.
Looking at what was written above, he was initially puzzled and surprised.
But when he saw this, he was amazed and pleasantly surprised.
"What's wrong?"
Editor-in-Chief Zhao was the first to notice something was wrong with Song Huaping, and couldn't help but frown and ask curiously.
"Editor-in-Chief Zhao..."
Song Huaping's expression was somewhat strange. He held the manuscript in his hand, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. After hesitating for a few minutes, he finally spoke.
"The letter that was submitted contained a poem, and the content of it..."
"What's wrong with the content?"
Editor-in-Chief Zhao became increasingly curious. Looking at the letter in Song Huaping's hand, he reached out his hand to him.
"Let me see it. Is there something wrong with this poem? Or what's going on?"
Song Huaping shook his head, honestly handed over the letter in his hand, and then spoke.
"There's nothing wrong with the writing, but the first half of the poem is exactly the same as what Teacher Zhou wrote before."
Upon hearing Song Huaping's words, Editor-in-Chief Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and his heart sank completely.
He had believed Zhou Changgui when he told him that the poem was his own original work.
Now, after the plagiarism incident, he doesn't really trust Zhou Changgui anymore.
Now someone has personally handed the entire poem to them. Could it be that Zhou Changgui plagiarized this poem as well?
The more Editor-in-Chief Zhao thought about it, the uglier his expression became. After taking the manuscript handed to him by the flower vase, he read it through from beginning to end.
When he saw the first few lines of the poem, his face turned extremely ugly.
However, after reading the second half of the poem, Editor Zhao's expression became increasingly serious. He was then greatly astonished and even forgot the connection between the poem and Zhou Changgui.
"This poem is absolutely wonderful!"
Editor-in-Chief Zhao couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "It seems that the original protagonist of this poem must be this author named Jiang Yuesheng!"
"I don't know what the other person was thinking, to be able to write such an excellent poem. It's truly amazing!"
If such excellent poems are published in their Xinhua News Agency, the newspaper and the accompanying magazine will surely sell like hotcakes!
Moreover, this poet and author named Jiang Yuesheng will surely become a nationally renowned poet.
This is a win-win situation for both Xinhua News Agency and Jiang Yuesheng!
Song Huaping felt the same way as Editor-in-Chief Zhao, but while he was amazed, he asked the most important question.
“But Editor-in-Chief Zhao,” he began hesitantly, “if this poem is published, it will definitely contradict what Professor Zhou published before. Two identical poems will surely cause controversy. What do you think…”
Song Huaping had made his point, and at the crucial moment, Editor-in-Chief Zhao gradually regained his composure and calmed down from his earlier excitement.
"What you've said is indeed an issue that needs to be taken seriously."
Editor-in-Chief Zhao nodded, momentarily at a loss for words.
After all, Zhou Changgui's poem was published first, and now this poet named Jiang Yuesheng has submitted his work.
Although the benefits of publishing this complete poem were tangible for their Xinhua News Agency.
But it won't be long before someone with a keen eye notices that something is amiss.
Just as they were in a dilemma, Editor-in-Chief Zhao suddenly made a decision and said, "Never mind! We will publish Jiang Yuesheng's poem immediately, whether it's in a newspaper or a magazine, we will publish it simultaneously, and the author will be Jiang Yuesheng!"
Song Huaping was somewhat surprised by the decision made by Editor-in-Chief Zhao.
However, seeing Zhao's serious expression, Song Huaping didn't ask any more questions and nodded without hesitation.
"No problem, I'll pass on your request to the deputy editor-in-chief right away..."
"Wait a moment!"
Just as Song Huaping finished speaking and was about to turn and leave, Editor-in-Chief Zhao called him back.
"Gather everyone in the conference room. I will personally arrange a meeting to formally explain this matter."
Editor-in-Chief Zhao didn't think much about it; he made his decision as soon as he saw the poem in front of him.
The fact that the second half of the poem could be written speaks volumes.
Given Zhou Changgui's history of plagiarism, Editor Zhao was more inclined to believe that the poem was written entirely by a poet named Jiang Yuesheng.
It seems that the other party is retaliating by using their own methods after seeing their poems published by others!
Song Huaping had already arranged for someone to go to a meeting, while Editor-in-Chief Zhao quickly took out the envelope and looked at the address written on it.
"They're actually from the same city as us in Yanjing..."
Seeing the address above, although it didn't specify the exact house number, it was clearly the address of Yanjing City. Editor-in-Chief Zhao's face became increasingly serious and excited.
No, he had to pay a personal visit to Mr. Jiang!
After much deliberation, before everyone arrived at the meeting room, Editor-in-Chief Zhao took out some stationery and began writing a letter.
Inside the meeting room, everyone had gathered in one place, their faces full of curiosity.
"Why is there a meeting all of a sudden? It's only Tuesday, not Monday. Does the editor-in-chief have something important to announce?"
"Yes, everything was fine just now."
"Xiao Song, you were in Editor-in-Chief Zhao's office just now. Can you give us a clue? Why did Editor-in-Chief Zhao suddenly call this meeting?"
"It seems to be because of a poem," Song Huaping said vaguely. Since Editor-in-Chief Zhao hadn't spoken up beforehand, he couldn't be too explicit. "Editor-in-Chief Zhao attaches great importance to this poem, so he wants to hold a meeting with everyone to discuss it."
When it was mentioned that this was related to poetry, everyone showed an understanding expression and instantly understood.
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