Jiang Qingyue got out of the car and headed straight for the newspaper office, completely ignoring the discussions behind her.
Zhou Zhengting did hear it, but he didn't feel annoyed by the gossip anymore.
Seeing Jiang Qingyue walking so fast, Zhou Zhengting followed her with big strides.
When the two of them arrived at the door of the newspaper office, Jiang Qingyue turned to Zhou Zhengting and said, "You go and do your thing. I'll go in alone."
Zhou Zhengting pursed his lips and said, "Since we're already here, I'd better go in with you."
"Okay, go in and take a look, if there's any problem, then you can leave!"
Jiang Qingyue was the first to step into the newspaper office, took out the envelope she had received and asked the guard, "I'm looking for Editor-in-Chief Song. He asked me to come here for an interview."
When the other party saw the handwritten letter from Editor-in-Chief Song, he naturally took it very seriously and directly welcomed the two of them in.
"Editor-in-Chief Song's office is on the second floor, next to the stairs. You can go straight up to him!"
Jiang Qingyue originally imagined that the editor-in-chief of a newspaper should be a man wearing glasses, in his forties or fifties, similar to a school teacher.
She didn't expect that Editor-in-Chief Song looked so young, and seemed to be only a few years older than her and Zhou Zhengting.
However, he does have the image of a gentle, refined and cultured scholar.
Jiang Qingyue was stunned and thought she had walked into the wrong office.
Turning back, he found that the office number was correct, so he quickly greeted with a smile, "Hello, Editor-in-Chief Song, I am Jiang Qingyue who submitted an article before."
The other party obviously did not expect Jiang Qingyue to be like this. After a moment of surprise, he quickly stood up and said, "Comrade Jiang, hello!"
"Please take a seat. I was wondering this morning whether you had received my letter. I didn't expect you to come so soon!"
Jiang Qingyue sat down at the seat opposite her. "I was so happy to receive your letter yesterday that I took a car to come here early this morning."
"It seems that I am only a few years older than you, so there is no need to be too polite. My name is Song Zhihe, and I am the acting editor-in-chief here. I was transferred here from Beijing a few months ago."
Jiang Qingyue suddenly realized, no wonder he could become the editor-in-chief here at such a young age, it turned out that he was transferred from a big city to gain experience.
Zhou Zhengting stood aside and watched the two of them exchange greetings for a long time in silence.
But no one noticed me and I couldn't help but cough twice to remind them.
Song Zhihe looked up and asked, "Who is this?"
Jiang Qingyue was indeed too excited just now and forgot about Zhou Zhengting. She quickly stood up and explained, "I'm sorry, Editor-in-Chief Song, I forgot to introduce him just now. This is Zhou Zhiqing from our team. My family is worried about me coming here alone, so they asked him to accompany me to visit."
After that, Jiang Qingyue said, "Zhou Zhiqing, don't you still need to buy a train ticket back to the city? Then go and do your work first."
Jiang Qingyue didn't think too much about it. She just felt that her relationship with Zhou Zhengting was fake and they would get divorced soon. There was no need to explain their relationship to a stranger.
She was also worried that her conversation would expose her level, so she hurriedly urged Zhou Zhengting to leave.
After hearing this, Zhou Zhengting looked at Jiang Qingyue in disbelief, then his face darkened, "Then I'll leave first."
After Zhou Zhengting left, Jiang Qingyue immediately told Song Zhihe that she wanted to continue submitting articles.
Song Zhihe also admired her. "The last time you submitted an article, your writing was very sophisticated and your style was very distinctive. I wonder where you read the book?"
Jiang Qingyue felt a little embarrassed when this was mentioned.
"Actually, I finished junior high school in our town, but I usually like reading and writing, and now I am teaching myself high school content."
Song Zhihe was stunned, as if he had never expected that such a writing style could come from the pen of a girl who had just graduated from junior high school.
I secretly thought that I shouldn't judge a person by his or her academic qualifications.
Then he said apologetically, "Comrade Jiang, I want to formally invite you to write an article. Can you write a few more articles? I want to see how you write other topics. We can decide the direction of the article invitation later."
After saying that, Song Zhihe handed over the direction of the commissioned article he had been looking for recently.
"These are the ones that the province and Beijing want to accept. Take a look and see which ones you are good at. Actually, I am considering that you are relatively young and you can try different directions. I will help you submit your work to higher levels."
Jiang Qingyue was very excited.
Tongshan County is just a small county, the newspapers here are not big and the content is very limited.
She had previously considered submitting her work to the provincial capital and Beijing, but there was no way to do so for the time being.
Now after hearing what Song Zhihe said, he no longer hid his thoughts and directly expressed them.
Song Zhihe did not speak for a long time after listening to this. He was already extremely excited in his heart. He rubbed his hands with joy and said, "Comrade Jiang, it's almost time for lunch now. How about I treat you to lunch at noon and we can talk while we eat."
Jiang Qingyue felt that she had said basically everything she could say, so she didn't want to interrupt. "No need, Editor-in-Chief Song, I should go back now. I'll come back after the manuscript is finished."
Song Zhihe wanted to persuade him to stay, but a figure suddenly came to the door, "Comrade Jiang, are you done talking now?"
Jiang Qingyue listened to the familiar voice, looked up, and it was Zhou Zhengting.
I don’t even know when he came?
Why did he call himself Comrade Jiang? Why does it sound so weird?!
Jiang Qingyue stood up and walked out. "We've already discussed it. I won't bother Editor Song anymore. I'll come over next time!"
Seeing that he could not persuade her to stay, Song Zhihe felt a little unsatisfied, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I look forward to the next manuscript."
After saying that, he suddenly remembered something and quickly brought a stack of newspapers from his office.
"I don't know if Comrade Jiang has the habit of reading newspapers. These are the newspapers from the provincial capital and Beijing in recent months. You can take them home and read them. They will be helpful to you."
Jiang Qingyue was very grateful, as these newspapers were not only helpful for her submission of articles.
When you take the college entrance examination next year, you will also be tested on current affairs and politics, so you should really read more about it.
"Thank you, Editor-in-Chief Song. I'll take it without hesitation."
Zhou Zhengting saw the two of them talking back and forth endlessly, and suddenly he lost his patience.
He urged, "Comrade Jiang, hurry up, or the state-owned restaurant will run out of food if you don't leave now."
Jiang Qingyue glared at him, then strode out of the newspaper office.
After he got out of the door, he asked unhappily, "No food at this time?"
Zhou Zhengting was also holding back a nameless anger, "If I don't pull you out, I don't know how long the two of you will be fighting. Don't forget that you are nominally a married woman now. Is it really okay to chat passionately with a strange man like this?"
Jiang Qingyue sneered, "How are we being so pushy? This is just basic social etiquette."
"Is it social etiquette to treat someone to a meal when you first meet someone?"
"That's because they value talent, okay?"
"Oh, if a man invites you to dinner because he appreciates your talent, I think he has other intentions."
"Zhou Zhengting, what do you mean?"
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