Chapter 18: Collecting Folk Songs Everywhere
Feeling anxious about his college entrance examination results, Shen Yumo called an acquaintance in Changfeng County the next day after going to work.
At that time, it was really difficult to make a phone call.
It is not dialing, but transfer.
During this transfer process, you have to wait.
If Shen Yumo hadn't had no confidence in the college entrance examination, he would never have made this call.
After spending more than ten minutes, Shen Yumo finally got through the phone, but the result was that the test paper was still being graded.
The results are not known yet.
But there is some good news. According to this acquaintance, everyone's results in this college entrance examination were generally not good.
So, she doesn't need to worry too much. With her grades, the possibility of her passing the exam is still quite high.
After hanging up the phone, Shen Yumo, feeling a little more comforted, took the happiness and knocked on the door and came to Zhang Dening's desk.
"Teacher Zhang, please take a look at this manuscript."
“I read it three times and thought it was very well written.”
Shen Yumo still admires Zhang Dening very much, not only because the other party has more work experience than her and is her direct leader, but also because of his knowledge.
Although she had only been working for two days, she had learned a lot from Zhang Dening.
Zhang Dening was not very old. He took the manuscript from Shen Yumo and said with a smile: "Yumo, how was your Sunday?"
"It's okay." Shen Yumo said with a smile.
Zhang Dening glanced at Shen Yumo and said softly, "Yumo, while you are still young, you should go out and play more."
"It saves us from being entangled by our families and being unable to do anything."
"Also, don't worry too much about work. You won't be reviewing manuscripts all Sunday, right?"
Shen Yumo smiled and said, "Teacher Zhang, I just came back and had nothing to do, so I took a look at the manuscript."
“This article is really good.”
"Then let me take a look." Zhang Dening smiled and said, "By the way, our Literary Association will have a dance party in a few days, you can go and join in."
“They are all young people, lively and bustling.”
"Don't be so depressed all day long."
Although Shen Yumo knew that it was Teacher Zhang's good intention to attend the dance, she still instinctively wanted to refuse.
"Teacher Zhang, let me think about it."
"Please go ahead and do your work. I have some manuscripts to read first."
As he spoke, Shen Yumo left quickly.
Looking at Shen Yumo leaving, Zhang Dening shook his head.
This is a cold girl, and no one knows how she managed to survive these years in the countryside.
Looking at the manuscript handed to him, Zhang Dening prepared to take a look.
For her, who has been an editor for some time, good manuscripts are hard to come by.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this is already a very amazing manuscript, but in the eyes of these veteran editors, it is actually just average.
In her opinion, Shen Yumo's strong recommendation should be the inevitable growth path for a young editor.
"When Happiness Knocks on the Door", author Xu Lingyun.
Seeing this title, Zhang Dening smiled.
The title is good, and the author's handwriting is even better.
It can be said that it gives people a feeling of iron painting and silver hook!
To be able to write with a fountain pen so well, one must be at least 30 years old. Only in this way can one’s writing be mature…
Just when Zhang Dening was about to take a closer look, he heard someone say, "Dening, come over here and let's have a meeting to finalize the content of this issue before the New Year."
Hearing this, Zhang Dening put the manuscript on the table, picked up a notebook and several organized manuscripts, and walked towards the office next door.
…
Cheng Xuyuan didn't know that his manuscript had been highly recommended by Shen Yumo, but Zhang Dening didn't have time to read it.
He got up in the morning and had some soy milk and fried dough sticks in the alley next door, and now he was drinking hot tea in big gulps.
He bought the tea himself, and he only got this kind of tea ticket.
"Xiao Cheng, I've told you that most people from outside can't get used to drinking soy milk, but you still insisted on trying it." Shi Xuehong lectured Cheng Xuyuan while knitting.
Now you see, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer! Listening to Shi Xuehong's nagging, Cheng Xuyuan said with emotion: "Don't you want to try it? Who knew that this thing is so unpalatable."
Shi Xuehong smiled and said, "Okay, remember this lesson and don't drink anymore."
"By the way, I heard from a friend that the Municipal Literary Association is planning to hold a dance party to welcome the New Year. Let's go and see the excitement then."
prom!
What do dances look like at this time?
Some scenes from TV appeared in Cheng Xuyuan's mind.
He shook his head and was about to speak when he saw Qin Yewei striding in. His face looked a little gloomy at this moment.
Usually at work, Qin Yewei, the head of the creative department, is slacking off.
Now that he suddenly comes here, it makes people a little uncomfortable.
"Where are the others?" After taking a look at the office, Qin Yewei asked Shi Xuehong.
Shi Xuehong raised her eyelids and said with a smile: "Team leader, they are all out collecting folk songs."
When Qin Yewei heard the word "collecting folk songs", his face suddenly fell.
I am in charge of the writing team, and this group of uncles are used to treating absenteeism as field research.
What is the meaning of "collecting folk songs"? If I go shopping in the market, that is also "collecting folk songs"! Of course, the current "collecting folk songs" means at most just shopping in the mall.
"Go call them all over here. Also, call Lao Ma over here as well. There's a mission."
Qin Yewei said this, and suddenly looked at Cheng Xuyuan and said, "Xiao Cheng, go to the director's office. He wants to talk to you about something."
Shi Xuehong originally wanted to ask Cheng Xuyuan to help with this matter, but she didn't expect that the old man was sent away because of something.
Since the curator came to see him, Cheng Xuyuan naturally couldn't be negligent.
His years of experience as a corporate slave taught him that he could slack off or go off duty at work, but when his boss called him, he had to respond immediately.
Otherwise, let me know.
In just one minute, Cheng Xuyuan arrived at Niu Changqing's office.
The thin Niu Changqing and the fat Peng Xueli were still chatting. The two people sitting together gave people an inexplicable sense of joy.
Seeing Cheng Xuyuan coming in, Niu Changqing said with a smile: "Xiao Cheng, come and sit down."
Cheng Xuyuan did not sit down immediately. Seeing that there was still half a cup of tea left in the two directors' enamel cups, he picked up the thermos on the desk and quickly helped the two people fill their cups.
Niu Changqing smiled even more.
Although he had made up his mind to win over this young subordinate, he was still very satisfied that Cheng Xuyuan was so tactful.
"Xiao Cheng, are you adapting to our company?"
"Director, everyone is very nice to me. I feel like I'm at home." Cheng Xuyuan vaguely guessed why Niu Changqing called him here, but on the surface he still acted honest and simple.
"That's good." After Niu Changqing and Peng Xueli asked about Cheng Xuyuan's life, Niu Changqing smiled and said, "Xiao Cheng, the District Cultural Association has given our cultural center a quota for the renovation of the building."
"This indicator is mainly to solve the immediate problems of workers like you who have moved here with their spouses but have no place to live."
"You, write an application."
(End of this chapter)
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