"Brother Sheng, you're amazing! I never thought your poem would actually get published!"
Zhao Defu couldn't suppress his smile and gave Jiang Sheng a thumbs up.
Although Jiang Sheng had guessed the outcome, he finally felt relieved after hearing Zhao Defu say those words.
He couldn't stop smiling and said with a faint smile, "This is all the result I expected. Once the poem is published, I'll see how Teacher Zhou explains it."
"How else can it be explained!"
Zhao Defu chuckled, his face even more smug than Jiang Sheng's: "He's a plagiarist, all he knows is copying other people's work. He doesn't have a single bit of knowledge in his head. Sooner or later, his true colors will be exposed. We don't care about him!"
Zhao Defu's words made sense. Jiang Sheng didn't intend to be aggressive after the poem was published; he just wanted to see what Zhou Changgui would do next.
We'll just have to deal with whatever comes our way.
Jiang Sheng smiled as he listened to Zhao Defu recite all the poems with great emotion, but he felt inexplicably guilty.
In any case, the poem wasn't originally his own, and it still made him feel somewhat uncomfortable that Zhao Defu claimed it as his work.
However, Jiang Sheng's goal was not to become a poet, let alone to achieve it through his own efforts.
The reason he did this was simply to save his sisters and expose the true colors of those scumbags.
Therefore, he simply smiled and let it go in response to Zhao Defu's repeated teasing.
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore."
Jiang Sheng interrupted Zhao Defu with a smile, and then brought up the topic of the factory.
"Let's think about the canning plant first."
When the topic of canneries came up, Zhao Defu looked puzzled.
"Our processing plant is doing just fine, isn't it? Why are we still thinking about it? Let's just keep going like this! It's never a bad thing to make more money."
Jiang Sheng didn't know how to explain it to Zhao Defu.
After all, canned food was quite popular and very profitable in those days.
However, after a while, with the rapid development of the social economy, canned food will gradually become less popular.
It's a good thing that they can now accumulate some initial capital using canned goods.
However, this canning factory cannot be developed as a long-term job. We must find a way to transform into another business and gradually achieve growth and transformation.
However, Jiang Sheng hadn't really figured out what to do yet.
The internet industry is definitely a rapidly growing sector in the future, but starting now is perhaps a bit too early.
As for other aspects, Jiang Sheng decided to plan them out slowly first.
So, seeing Zhao Defu's curious gaze, Jiang Sheng simply patted his shoulder and smiled faintly.
"We all need to learn to plan ahead, we can't put all our eggs in one basket, understand?"
Zhao Defu immediately understood: "That makes sense. Then let's discuss it together and choose a better industry so we don't put all our eggs in one basket!"
Jiang Sheng smiled and nodded, then glanced at Zhao Defu, patted him on the shoulder, and was about to say something more.
At that moment, the old man who guarded the factory arrived at the factory gate and glanced at Jiang Sheng.
Seeing that the other party was talking to Zhao Defu, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he called out to Jiang Sheng.
"Director Jiang!"
Jiang Sheng turned around and saw that it was the factory gatekeeper, who was holding a letter in his hand. He thought about it for a moment before stepping forward.
"Uncle Liu, is there anything I can help you with?"
Grandpa Liu smiled and handed the envelope in his hand to Jiang Sheng with both hands: "This is a letter that the postman just delivered. The recipient is you."
Jiang Sheng seemed to understand something, and took the letter from Grandpa Liu's hand: "Thank you."
After Grandpa Liu left, Zhao Defu, who was standing next to him, came over and looked at the sender's name on the letter with some curiosity.
"Good heavens, the letter was sent by Xinhua News Agency!"
Zhao Defu was even more excited than Jiang Sheng, and he guessed it immediately.
"I bet this is a letter from an editor at Xinhua News Agency who thinks you're a talented person. It's definitely a letter asking for an article, absolutely!"
Jiang Sheng thought so too, but he was also curious what else might be inside if it wasn't a letter of invitation to write.
“It’s not that exaggerated,” Jiang Sheng said, but he still curiously opened the envelope. “But I was quite surprised. I didn’t expect Xinhua News Agency to send me a letter. It really surprised me.”
"Quickly open it! Quickly open it!"
Urged by Zhao Defu, Jiang Sheng took out the letter and read its contents from beginning to end.
The further Jiang Sheng read, the more astonished he became.
This letter was sent not only by Xinhua News Agency, but also by Zhao Zhihua, the editor-in-chief of Xinhua News Agency.
Jiang Sheng had calculated and calculated, but he had never expected this. Seeing that the signature was Zhao Zhihua, and looking at the contents, he still felt as if he were in a fog, and everything seemed very unreal.
"Oh my god!"
Zhao Defu exclaimed excitedly, "I never expected that Editor-in-Chief Zhao would actually want to meet you! This is truly a show of sincerity!"
Zhao Defu quickly nudged Jiang Sheng's shoulder and said without thinking, "The editor-in-chief has offered to pay you a personal visit. This is a great opportunity for you to become famous, Brother Sheng! You absolutely must accept!"
In fact, Jiang Sheng really didn't expect that the letter contained the message that Zhao Zhihua wanted to come here in person to see him.
To be honest, when he sent out his manuscript, he only thought that if his poem was published, he would have achieved his goal.
But after much deliberation, he truly never expected that the editor-in-chief of Xinhua News Agency would actually request a personal visit and even write him such a sincere letter.
Seeing Zhao Defu's incredibly excited and expectant gaze, Jiang Sheng simply stuffed the letter back into the envelope, his expression as calm as ever.
It was as if the letter in his hand was just an ordinary piece of paper, and in his eyes it couldn't cause any ripples at all.
"Brother Sheng! Brother Sheng!"
Zhao Defu thought Jiang Sheng was suppressing his excitement, so he quickly urged with a smile, "I think we should just agree. We're in the same city anyway, so let's set aside a day to meet this editor-in-chief. Once we have his favor, becoming famous will be just a matter of time. As for Zhou Changgui, the truth will out, and the lie will become true. Let him suffer the consequences of his own actions!"
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