Chapter 36: Xiao Cheng, you can't underestimate yourself
Looking at the shiny three-ring lock key in front of him, Cheng Xuyuan felt dazed.
The key is not big and is tied with a red rope, which looks very festive.
"Xiao Cheng, your housing application has been approved." Peng Xueli said with a smile: "You can go back and pack up, and then you can move in."
"It's not a big place, but it's much better than living in a warehouse."
Niu Changqing drank tea from an enamel pot and said with a smile, "Let Director Peng take you there later. If you need anything, let Director Peng help you solve it."
At this point, Niu Changqing seemed to suddenly think of something: "Old Peng, I remember that our unit has received two new bed frame tickets and brown bed tickets. I will give one to Xiao Cheng later."
“This is what young people need most when they move into a new home.”
Peng Xueli laughed and said, "Yes, young people who have just got married need a good bed now."
"Xiao Cheng, you must thank Director Niu very much."
Having lived two lives, Cheng Xuyuan naturally understood what Niu Changqing meant by this joke.
And he knew very well what was the most correct thing for him to do at this time.
So he immediately put on an embarrassed look and said, "Thank you Director Niu, thank you Director Peng for worrying about my affairs."
Sure enough, when seeing Cheng Xuyuan’s embarrassed expression, Niu Changqing smiled even more happily.
No matter when, teasing young people is one of the bad tastes of middle-aged and elderly people.
Peng Xueli said, "Xiao Cheng, it's only natural for Director Niu to worry about you. I never thought you would actually launch such a satellite."
"Tsk tsk, the headline of the first issue of Yanjing Literature and Art in the new year."
"It really brings honor to our district cultural center."
"But, before you submit your manuscript, you should also let Director Niu take a look and give some guidance!"
Peng Xueli's words sounded a little critical, but Cheng Xuyuan knew that he was asking him to explain quickly so that Niu Changqing would not hold a grudge.
He quickly said, "Director Peng criticized me... I was just writing blindly at the time and felt that my level was not good enough. The purpose of submitting the manuscript was to ask the editor to point out where the gap was."
“I didn’t expect it to be published.”
“I didn’t expect to be able to publish it now!”
Looking at Cheng Xuyuan who looked like he was just trying it out, Peng Xueli laughed and said, "Director, it seems that Cheng doesn't have a deep understanding of his own abilities!"
Niu Changqing drank a cup of tea and said, "Xiao Cheng, you are a good young man, but you are a little self-deprecating!"
"In the future, be more confident in yourself!"
"I heard from Lao Qin that if he hadn't discovered your skit, you wouldn't have planned to show it, fearing that people would think it was not well written."
“Although I think it’s not good to be arrogant, people with ability should be more arrogant and confident.”
"Xiao Cheng, be more confident!"
At this point, he said solemnly: "Your next key task is to assist Editor Zhang and publish this manuscript as soon as possible."
"Let the people from other cultural centers see that we have great writers in Chengnan Cultural Center."
Cheng Xuyuan quickly nodded in agreement, but he was complaining in his heart.
I lack confidence! I like to belittle myself! Is this how I am seen in everyone's eyes?
Have I gone a little too dark?
Niu Changqing and Peng Xueli chatted with Cheng Xuyuan for more than ten minutes, and then Peng Xueli took Cheng Xuyuan to look at the new staff quarters of the Nancheng District Federation of Literary and Art Circles.
There were no cars at the district cultural center, so the two of them each rode a bicycle.
Peng Xueli's bicycle is his own, while Cheng Xuyuan's bicycle is borrowed from Niu Changqing.
As the museum director, Niu Changqing also rides a bicycle to work.
"Xiao Cheng, although submitting articles is your own business, if you submit articles to magazines in our cultural center, especially big magazines like Yanjing Literature and Art, you should tell Lao Niu."
Peng Xueli said: "I'm afraid that Lao Niu has some thoughts in his mind, so I want you to explain it to him."
Cheng Xuyuan hurriedly said, "Director Peng, I know you are doing this for my own good."
"I wanted to invite you to take a look at it for me, but I felt that my level was not good enough. If I asked you to take a look, I was afraid that you would criticize me for being too ambitious."
“So I handed it to Yenching Literature and Art.”
"Sister Xuehong said that the editors of Yenching Literature and Art are very responsible. Even if they reject a manuscript, they will still give a lot of advice."
“I just want them to give me some pointers.”
Peng Xueli laughed and said, "You, you, let's just talk about this between the two of us. You can't let Editor Zhang and the others know. You are using them as tools to revise the manuscript. You, you..."
"By the way, Director Niu said something that is very true, that is, you need to have some confidence!"
"With your abilities, it's only natural that you're a little arrogant."
As they were talking, the two men came to an alley more than two miles away from the cultural center. At the entrance of the alley was a large courtyard with four or five wooden signs hanging on them, with the names of several units written on them.
Among them is the Nancheng District Literary Association.
Peng Xueli took Cheng Xuyuan to a gray four-story building at the back of the courtyard, pointed to a room on the second floor and said, "Xiao Cheng, your house is here."
These four floors are obviously used for offices, and the doors with peeling paint look mottled.
In the corridor, you can vaguely see honeycomb coal and a simple stove.
After Peng Xueli parked the car, Cheng Xuyuan went up the stairs.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s working hours, but the whole building is quite quiet. But before I took a few steps, I heard a baby crying.
Obviously, someone has already started living here.
Cheng Xuyuan and Peng Xueli came to the third room on the east side of the stairs on the second floor and used the key to open the half-new three-ring lock on it.
Pushing open the door, what came into Cheng Xuyuan's eyes was a house of more than 20 square meters, with mottled walls and some cracked glass, all of which showed that this house was full of vicissitudes and stories.
Peng Xueli looked around the house and said with a smile, "Xiao Cheng, I've been here before. There are washrooms and toilets on every floor. You can also build a cabinet in the corridor and cook outside."
"As for the inside of this room, I think you can use a curtain to divide it into two spaces. One space can be used for the bed, and the other space can be used as a place for eating, entertaining guests, and studying."
It's impossible not to be disappointed with this house.
After all, in his previous life, the single apartment that Cheng Xuyuan rented was better than this one.
But thinking that this would be his house in the future and that living here was much better than living in a warehouse, Cheng Xuyuan threw aside the slight sense of loss in his heart.
"Director Peng, this place is great."
“If it weren’t for your help, I never thought I would be able to live in a house like this so soon.”
"Thank you so much!"
Although Cheng Xuyuan knew very well that Peng Xueli was just a clerk in this matter.
The person I really want to thank is Shen Yunliang, my soon-to-be ex-father-in-law.
But wouldn’t it make your throat uncomfortable if you said too many nice things? So why not give Peng Xueli, who treats him as one of his own, more sweet words?
Peng Xueli laughed and said, "Xiao Cheng, you can only get a house if you meet the requirements."
"Don't worry, I will never let my own people suffer any loss."
"If you need anything, just come to me from now on."
"Now that you have the house, I, an old man, will not hinder you any more. You should quickly find your wife, celebrate with her, and plan how to arrange the room."
"I'll give you the bed frame and the brown bed ticket tomorrow."
As he spoke, Peng Xueli walked out.
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