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Chapter 19: Writing Poems Generally Cha Haisheng (asking for monthly tickets)

Liu Zhenyun agreed to the task with a big smile, so he could continue to promote himself on the way.

"In fact, I also like to write articles. One of my short stories was published in the first issue of Weiming Lake."

"Oh~" Zhang Dening stared at the tall man in front of him, "I must take a look when I get to the editorial office."

Liu Zhenyun smiled even more brightly; this was exactly what he wanted.

Although he may not have the ability to be published in "Yanjing Literature and Art" now, it is always beneficial to get familiar with their editors and let them remember his name.

Next, Zhang Dening asked Liu Zhenyun about the writing talents in their class.

Liu Zhenyun told everyone everything he knew without hiding anything. In addition to Sister Zhang Manling, he also introduced the Yanjing native Xiao Dai (Dai Jinhua) and the poet Lao Xiong (Xiong Guangjiong).

He even revealed some level 79 gossip.

"It is said that Wang Youqin from 79 Chinese is the national champion in liberal arts this year. I am just the champion of a province. How amazing is it that he can get the highest score in the country? There are always people who are better than you..."

"Oh, so you are the top scholar in the province. I am so sorry for your disrespect."

Liu Zhenyun: "Oh, why did I say this? It was all luck, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning, haha~"

Liu Zhenyun spoke humorously, with a peasant-like cunningness, and Zhang Dening was also good at chatting. The two of them walked and talked as they went, and they were quite happy.

Liu Zhenyun feels that he is getting closer and closer to the day when he can earn royalties from his writings!

After arriving at the editorial office of "Weiming Lake", Liu Zhenyun immediately introduced Zhang Dening to everyone.

Huang Beijia and others immediately went to greet them, they were all old acquaintances.

Then Liu Zhenyun introduced her to his classmate Lao Xiong, the editor-in-chief of "Weiming Lake", and Zhang Manling, the main target of Zhang Dening's trip.

Zhang Dening first exchanged greetings with old friends from Class 77, including Huang Beijia, and asked about their recent creative work. It turned out to be the same as what Chen Jiangong had said.

Then she walked over to Zhang Manling and started chatting with this junior sister who was older than her. She felt that this woman was indeed something.

However, Zhang Manling's creative progress was slow. Although she had been writing for several months, she had only written more than 10,000 words of this novella of tens of thousands of words.

This made Zhang Dening feel a little regretful.

Just when she thought her trip to Peking University was in vain, a magical man appeared!
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After leaving the South Gate, Mei Wenhua first went to the girls' dormitory to find his sister who lived in the same compound.

I couldn't find him. He said he went to the study room.

When I arrived at the study room, I found her roommate and was told that she was in the editorial department of Weiming Lake.

So after asking around a bit, I came here.

"Qingqing, someone is looking for you." A person who was guiding Mei Wenhua shouted.

"Sister Qingqing, how is my poem going? Is it okay?" Mei Wenhua went straight to the girl with the most spectacular breasts at the scene.

Mi Qing was somewhat displeased when he saw Mei Wenhua appearing here, still wearing a security guard's uniform. Why did he come here without even changing his clothes?
She met this guy a while ago, and he kept pestering her to talk about this and that. Fortunately, she was not wearing a uniform at the time.

She just accidentally revealed that she worked in the editorial department of "Wenming Lake" and was responsible for commissioning articles. This guy insisted on submitting articles to her to help her achieve better performance.

We're all from the same compound. Don't think I don't know how often you little brats run up for me!
But thinking that they were from the same compound after all and their parents knew each other, Mi Qing didn't pour cold water on him and let him go ahead and write.

As a result, what kind of writing is this!

Ah!
O sea!
It's all water!
What a fine horse!
Four legs!
She has forgotten what she wrote specifically, but it was probably at this level, and there is no way she can get it over with.

"Wenhua, I'm sorry that your poem didn't pass. Please keep working on it." Mi Qing pulled him aside, feeling very embarrassed and just wanting to get rid of him as soon as possible.

However, Mei Wenhua, who had just been provoked by Wei Ming, could not accept this result for a while.

"No, no?"

"Yes, no."

Mei Wenhua was unwilling to give in: "Well, can I talk to your editor-in-chief? He may not understand the connotation and profound meaning of my poems. In fact, I am a member of the Misty School."

Novels need plots, structures, and characters, but as for modern poetry, he sees that what others write is similar to his own, making no sense and having no meaning. Why are they great poets and girls throw themselves at them like crazy?
Editor-in-chief Xiong Guangjiong stepped forward and said, "My friend, I am also a poet. Which poem did you write?"

"'Sunny Day'!"

Xiong Guangjiong wanted to discuss poetry with him seriously, but when he heard the name, he didn't want to say anything more. He took a piece of paper from the table and said, "This is a poem written by a freshman in the 79th grade. It is also our minimum standard for acceptance. You can see the difference between you two."

Mei Wenhua took a look and said with disdain: "This Cha Haisheng's writing is just average."

Xiong Guangjiong was sure that this person had no appreciation for poetry. He said directly, "Qingqing, your friend, please see him off."

Mei Wenhua threw the article written by Zha Haisheng on the table with disdain: "Then give me back my manuscript."

"What manuscript?"

"Shouldn't the original manuscript be returned? You don't know its value, but maybe someone else does. I'd like to submit it to another company!" Mei Wenhua boasted. He couldn't afford to lose face.

Mi Qing, who felt that she was already equated with this idiot in the eyes of her classmates, finally couldn't stand it anymore:

"It's already been thrown away, why keep it? No one will want it. Go away!"

Mei Wenhua: "That's hard to say. The tastes of big magazines are very strange. I can submit it to People's Literature or Yenching Literature and Art. Maybe they will accept it."

At this moment, someone suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Mei Wenhua looked over. If she wasn't a girl, he would have been erected long ago.

"Sorry, I just thought of something funny."

"What's so funny? Explain it clearly." Mei Wenhua insisted.

There was no other way, so the girl pointed at Zhang Dening who was about to slip out and said, "We have the editor of Yanjing Literature and Art here."

Zhang Dening: It’s fun to be lively, but it’s not beautiful if it burns yourself.

When she heard the other party mention "Yenching Literature and Art", she wanted to leave because she was afraid of this.

"No, no, no, I'm in the fiction group, not the poetry group. And isn't it true that this comrade's works can no longer be found?"

Mei Wenhua breathed a sigh of relief. Oh, yes, it’s a good thing that he couldn’t find it. If his manuscript was rejected again, how would he guard the gate in the future? He might as well burn the boiler and paint his face black so that no one would recognize him.

As luck would have it, a boy suddenly pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and said, "'Sunny Day', hey, it's here, it's not lost!"

Someone immediately started to make a noise: "Read it quickly."

"Yes, let us also appreciate this masterpiece!"

The other party also asked Mei Wenhua for advice: "How about I read it, and Senior Sister Zhang can listen too?"

Mei Wenhua said firmly: "You read it! Remember to read it with emotion."

"what!

sun!

Oh my god!

Why don't you ever suffer from insomnia?
Is it because there is no one you like?

And I, a melancholy handsome man..."

The whole audience burst into laughter when they read this.

The laughter was full of restrained mockery, like daggers stabbing at Mei culture.

One of them was not only extremely sharp, but also poisoned.

A boy whispered to the person next to him: "He's just a gatekeeper, but he wants to write poetry and publish it..."

Occupational discrimination is rare in this era. After all, many people may have worked in shabby jobs before going to college, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Especially between the proud student of Peking University and the temporary security guard, although they are in the same campus and are polite to each other on the surface, the invisible barrier is always there.

This harsh remark angered the usually timid Mei Wenhua, causing him to lose control.

He interrupted the person reciting the poem and pointed at the group of Peking University's proud students who were laughing at him with red eyes:
"What's wrong with the gatekeeper? The gatekeeper can publish articles in Harvest, can you? Can you?"

(ps: Godfathers, the big guys behind are too powerful, Lao Fo is already covered with chrysanthemums, please help!)

(End of this chapter)