Zhao Defu glanced at Jiang Sheng with some surprise, and when he saw the other man shrug at him, he subtly patted him on the back.
"I didn't expect Jiang Yuesheng to publish his poems again so quietly. It's quite surprising that he did it so discreetly!"
After Zhao Defu finished speaking with a hidden meaning, he glanced at Jiang Sheng again.
Seeing that the other person only gave him a slight smirk, he could only purse his lips in return.
Sheng-ge is really not a good friend. He didn't even tell me that his poem was published. If Qian Duoduo hadn't brought the newspaper today, he wouldn't have known about it at all!
Jiang Sheng had originally planned to tell Zhao Defu today, but he didn't expect the poem to be published a day early. He was just as surprised as his three roommates.
"The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light!"
Overwhelmed with excitement, Qian Duoduo almost jumped up when she said those words.
"This poem is absolutely wonderful!"
He gripped the newspaper tightly in his hand and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"I want to see what those who want to smear Jiang Yuesheng, saying that he has no talent and only knows how to plagiarize to gain fame, will have to say this time!"
His expression was so exaggerated that it immediately drew the attention of everyone else outside the newsstand.
But Qian Duoduo didn't care at all. Instead, she reached out and hooked her arms around the necks of her two roommates, one on each side.
"This is the poet I admire most. Look at his poems, they are full of double entendres, directly refuting those who doubted him. That's talent, that's what people are like!"
Seeing Qian Duoduo so excited, Jiang Sheng's feelings were also somewhat complicated.
She only used poetry as a means to retaliate against Zhou Changgui.
Unexpectedly, he gained such loyal fans as Qian Duoduo, which was truly beyond his expectations.
At this time, many students also came to the newsstand, most of them to pick up newspapers and magazines.
There were also people here who loved poetry, like Qian Duoduo, and naturally, there were also many fans of Jiang Sheng's poetry. So, before long, a number of students gathered in groups of three or five at the entrance of the newsstand, discussing the poem with great enthusiasm.
"Jiang Yuesheng has written another poem, and this one is really good!"
"It seems I misunderstood him before. I originally thought he plagiarized Zhou Changgui, but now that I think about it, Zhou Changgui's previous clarification should be true. It was just a misunderstanding between the two of them."
"Who can argue with that? Such a talented poet, if he truly had real skills, how could he be so careless with his reputation? That's why I trusted him from the beginning, and I didn't expect him to live up to my trust!"
"Since it's a misunderstanding, then Jiang Yuesheng is indeed capable. Look at this poem, it only has this one sentence from beginning to end. Adding another sentence would be redundant. It could easily become a representative work of the Misty Poetry movement!"
Seeing everyone enthusiastically discussing Jiang Yuesheng's poem, Qian Duoduo's expression was as if everyone was praising him, and he was extremely proud.
"Look at you," Zhao Defu glanced at Jiang Sheng meaningfully, then smiled at Qian Duoduo and said, "It's not like you were the one being praised, why are you so excited?"
"That's my most admired poet! I'm a huge fan of his poetry. I'm so excited that he's been praised!"
After answering the question with pride, Qian Duoduo held the newspaper in her hand tightly, unable to put it down.
Jiang Sheng smiled and echoed everyone's words, preparing to leave with them.
Now that the poem has been successfully published, the other party will definitely send him the payment in an envelope.
As for the address to which it was sent, it was naturally Shengde Canned Food Processing Plant.
The last time the mail was returned, Jiang Sheng happened to be at the Shengde processing plant and ran into the postman.
Therefore, it's quite normal that the gatekeeper at the processing plant didn't know who Jiang Yuesheng was.
He was currently undergoing military training at school, and if the envelope was sent to Shengde Processing Factory, he would have to trouble Zhang Chenggang to accept the payment for him when he had nothing else to do.
Lost in thought, Jiang Sheng was completely unaware that Zhou Changgui was standing at the school gate.
What Zhou Changgui was holding in his hand was the newspaper that published Jiang Sheng's poem.
His eyes were fixed on the entrance of Yenching University, his face extremely grim.
These days, whenever he has free time, he goes to chat with his former classmates, ostensibly to discuss poetry with them.
But only Zhou Changgui himself knew that his purpose in doing this was simply to get some poems from these students that he could submit for publication.
After all, since Jiang Sheng went to university, he has been undergoing closed military training, and he has not been able to see the other party at all.
That is why Zhou Changgui was unable to obtain Jiang Sheng's poems and publish them as his own.
If it weren't for the fact that he casually bought a newspaper on the way to find Xu Jianian this morning...
He had no idea that Jiang Sheng had quietly accomplished something big!
"This Jiang Sheng..."
Zhou Changgui glared at the school gate through gritted teeth, his face extremely grim, completely unaware that not far from him, around the corner inside the school, Jiang Sheng was walking forward chatting and laughing with several classmates, discussing the poem titled "A Generation".
"It seems that Jiang Sheng is quite capable; his poems are actually getting better with each passing year!"
He looked down at the poem above, then suddenly turned around, got on his bicycle, and quickly rode off down one of the roads.
Since the other party wanted to use this poem to retaliate, he couldn't just stand by and watch them become famous!
"Jiang Sheng, just you wait, I will never let you have your way!"
After gritting his teeth and saying those words, Zhou Changgui pedaled his bicycle at top speed, and in no time he arrived at the entrance of the broadcasting station.
At this moment, Zhao Xuehui was busy with work and had no idea that Zhou Changgui was waiting near the broadcasting station.
It's only nine o'clock in the morning, and I'm thinking that if I keep waiting, I'll probably have to wait another two or three hours before the other person gets off work.
Zhou Changgui didn't hesitate to make a phone call to a nearby convenience store.
Hello, who is this?
A sweet, coquettish voice came from the other end of the phone. Zhou Changgui glanced around to make sure no one was watching before he smiled, but the smile looked rather greasy.
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