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Chapter 86 I Really Didn’t Poach Someone (810 Please Order First!)

For a long time afterwards, the atmosphere of reading newspapers in the dormitory was particularly strong.

It's like a TV series over in our neighboring country, sometimes "The Ministers of Namsan" and sometimes "Seoul Spring", all of which are the highlights and the domestic media are happy to report on them.

In Wei Ming's hometown, after Wei Jiefang heard the broadcast about the Bangzi, he even bought related newspapers and burned them in front of his old father's grave to show him. His father's body was still there in Bangzi, and he was happy to see the Bangzi in chaos.

In this atmosphere of watching the fun, no matter how big the event, October is coming to an end, and the creation of "The Horse Wrangler" has been completed by more than half.

That day, Wei Ming came out of the guardhouse at the South Gate and saw Chen Jiangong, who was dressed very formally, coming back from outside.

"Where did Lao Chen go?" Wei Ming asked casually.

Chen Jiangong: "Oh, I just came back from the Great Hall."

This simple sentence captures the essence of Wei Ming's seamless pretense.

If Wei Ming didn't ask another question, he would probably be miserable.

So he asked again: "Are you back from the Writers' Congress?"

Chen Jiangong nodded hurriedly: "It just opened today, we have to go later."

Wei Ming pulled him into the room and asked him to tell about what he had seen and heard today. Several other colleagues also wanted to listen.

Chen Jiangong couldn't hide his excitement and said: "I saw the old man, he said..."

For all literary and artistic workers, the old man's congratulatory speech at the meeting was very inspiring, especially the sentence "Literature and art, as a kind of spiritual labor, requires artists to give full play to their personal creativity. What to write and how to write can only be explored by artists in artistic practice. No arbitrary interference should be made in this regard."

Chen Jiangong said: "The old man especially emphasized the six words 'do not interfere'."

Wei Ming knew that although it was still autumn and winter, spring was really coming for literary and art workers.

After this National Congress of Writers and Artists, creative writing has been loosened up, more and more can be written, and creation will no longer be taken too seriously.

A colleague nearby asked, "Did you see any other big shots?"

Then Chen Jiangong reported a long list of names, "Lu, Guo, Mao, Ba, Lao, Cao, and Wei", three of the four still alive were at the meeting.

He was talking about basically people in the literary world, who only made up a small portion of the attendees.

There were more than 3000 people attending this congress of writers and artists. In addition to the literary circle, there were also almost all the influential living artists from various fields such as drama, fine arts, music, film, dance, folk art, acrobatics, photography, etc. Youngsters like Chen Jiangong could only sit in the last row to listen to the teachings.

From that day on, Wei Ming no longer paid much attention to Koreans when reading newspapers, but focused on reading the developments of the National Congress of Writers and Artists. This conference would last for more than half a month, and a large number of reports were released every day.

Of course, he could read the newspaper while at work, and it did not interfere with his writing.

After more than ten days of hard work, the manuscript of "The Horse Shepherd" with about 40,000 words was successfully completed.

"Brother Feng, are you going into the city?" Early in the morning, Wei Ming saw Brother Feng, this rough old man, shaving, and he knew that something was going to happen today.

"Well, I went to see your sister-in-law today. I was busy some time ago and haven't gotten together for a while."

Wei Ming immediately stood up holding the manuscript and said, "Take me with you!"

Qiao Feng glared: "Is this appropriate? It's so hard for us to see each other for a while."

"You guys have to eat when you meet, I just want to treat you to the meal we agreed on before, otherwise I'll always be worried about it."

Hearing this, Brother Feng was happy: "Oh, why bother treating us? We are all family, so just eat whatever you want."

Wei Ming: "Okay, how about Dong Lai Shun? It's a bit cold today."

Wei Ming planned to deliver "The Shepherd" to "Contemporary" magazine today. He had to go into the city anyway, so he might as well treat them to a meal. He hadn't eaten mutton hotpot for more than two months since his rebirth.

The two of them rode their bikes to the outside of the Health Institute, and Brother Feng went in to call for help.

Wei Ming suddenly called him: "By the way, Brother Feng, if Sister Zhu Lin is here, please invite her too. My dad really liked the radio he brought back last time."

Qiao Feng shook his head: "You are just too generous."

But thinking about it, Wei Ming did have the capital to be generous. In just two months, he earned as much as I earned in a year.

Brother Feng didn't think about anything else. Although Zhu Lin was beautiful, she was nine years older than Wei Ming, and she already had a partner.

When he was at work, Zhu Lin either brought meals from home or ate in the company cafeteria. He only went out to eat out occasionally, but only at small restaurants.

She had her period today, so she didn't bring any lunch with her and didn't want to eat the unappetizing food in the cafeteria, so she decided to find a restaurant to have a meal.

Just as she was waiting to get off work, her good colleague Mu Rong came to call her.

"Sister Lin, let's go out and eat."

"You want to eat out too." Zhu Lin stood up and wanted to go with her.

Mu Rong smiled and said, "Someone is treating us to a meal, and they specifically asked me to invite you along."

"Ah?" Zhu Lin stopped and thought about refusing.

Mu Rong added: "It's Wei Ming from my family's unit, the great writer."

"Xiao Wei!"

When Zhu Lin heard it was Wei Ming, he agreed. He had often seen his name and his works in newspapers and magazines during this period. He wondered if he had become too proud after not seeing him for a month with such fame.

As a result, when I saw him, he not only didn't look fluttery, but looked even thicker, and his temperament became more stable.

In addition to wearing thicker clothes, Wei Ming's physique has indeed become more muscular.

Zhu Lin greeted everyone with a smile and talked and laughed, but when she heard that they were going to Donglaishun, she hesitated because mutton hotpot is not cheap.

Wei Ming: "Even if it's not cheap, you have to eat it. I rely on my brother Feng to write Er Niu. If he wants to eat dragon meat, I have to find a way to get it. But you have to pay for the tickets." Mu Rong glared at Qiao Feng: "Why can't you just eat anything? Why do you have to eat something so expensive? Is it easy for Xiao Wei to earn some royalties?"

Qiao Feng was wronged, he was the one who proposed Donglaishun, and it was really easy for him to earn royalties. For example, "Duck Prophet" occasionally receives reprint royalties. It is truly a golden duck that lays eggs!
The reprint fee from "Duck Prophet" is more than enough to treat them to this meal.

Zhu Lin thought, Mu Rong and Qiao Feng are a couple that follow each other, so what about me? Am I just here to eat and drink for free?

So I bought four bottles of Arctic Ocean for everyone on the way, but she never touched her bottle because it was a little cold.

Donglaishun Restaurant is located at the north gate of Wangfujing Dong'an Market. It has no branch yet. There are many people when you go in, and you can also see foreigners.

While sitting down and waiting, Wei Ming asked Zhu Lin about her goddaughter.

"I went to see her a few days ago when she was one month old. She is even prettier now than when she was just born, and her eyes are especially black and bright." Zhu Lin's eyes lit up when talking about the little baby. Who would have thought that she would be childless for the rest of her life.

Soon Mu Rong also joined the discussion about children. She is also 27 years old. Because she has no house, she has not dared to have children. She is afraid that the child will have to live in the dormitory with her after birth, but she really wants one.

"If you want it, take it." Qiao Feng called Mu Rong out on the pretext of going to the bathroom and told her a good news.

"Brother Ping An said that if you can get pregnant, he will have a reason to put pressure on the HR department to transfer you to another job."

"What about the house?"

"We may not be able to get a house for the time being, but we can get a room in the school's tube-shaped building."

A tube building is fine too! Mu Rong was excited: "Okay, then let's give birth today, there's no one in my dormitory!"

So the two of them only ate the meat and left without eating the vegetables, making an excuse that they had something to do. Only Wei Ming and Zhu Lin were left to chew their food slowly.

"These two~" Wei Ming shook his head, "Sister Lin, why don't you drink the drink? I'll open it for you."

Zhu Lin pushed it to him: "It's too cold, you drink it."

You can’t drink it cold, Wei Ming understood.

"By the way, did you buy a tape recorder later?" Wei Ming asked.

"Well, I bought some, but there are too few good tapes." Zhu Lin complained.

The songs that can be purchased through regular channels are basically old ones, and the new songs are just rehashes of the same old tunes. The only song she can listen to is "Roses Are Blooming Everywhere", and she almost wore out the tape.

As for informal channels, she doesn't have any, and recently she is thinking about whether to contact her friends in the former art troupe.

Wei Ming asked: "How do you accept English songs... Okay, no need to answer."

He could already feel the change in Zhu Lin's eyes, which became very hot.

"You can get it? But it's expensive, right?"

Wei Ming: "Forget about the genuine ones. I can get you some ripped tapes, but I don't know the exact price."

Melinda sells takeout for five dollars to outsiders, but I wonder if there will be any discount for myself.

"It must be a rip-off. You can't even think of getting an authentic foreign tape these days."

Wei Ming asked again: "Which singer are you more interested in?"

Zhu Lin: "I don't know him either. Anyone will do."

"Then tell me what style you like."

"Well," Zhu Lin hesitated, "a softer one, about love..."

After finishing their meal, the two separated, and Zhu Lin handed his bottle of Arctic Ocean to Wei Ming.

When she returned to the office and was about to get off work, she received a call from her boyfriend, asking her to go to the movies in the evening.

Previously, because he spent too much money on buying a tape recorder, his partner was quite dissatisfied and felt that it was unnecessary, so they had a little quarrel over this. Now he took the initiative to call to make peace.

He even bought a tape of a complete collection of Chinese folk songs as an apology.

Zhu Lin stroked his belly gently: "I don't feel well today, let's do it another day."

"Ah, you're not feeling well. Remember to drink more hot water."

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Lin returned to his workstation and picked up the "Yenching Literature and Art" he bought this morning. There was a short poem on it called "Far and Near".

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In a dormitory of the Institute of Health, Bei Qiaofeng and Nan Murong had a thrilling battle and both felt very satisfied.

Then the couple started gossiping, and Mu Rong asked, "Do you think it's a little strange that Xiao Wei asked Sister Lin to have dinner with him today?"

"What's so strange about that? They know each other and have been through things together."

Mu Rong: "I think Sister Lin is not someone who would easily agree to treat others."

"What? Do you think Sister Lin has a crush on Xiao Wei? No way. They are nine years apart in age. That's three gold bricks."

Mu Rong: "What if Xiao Wei falls in love with Sister Lin? It's not an exaggeration to say that our Sister Lin is a beauty as beautiful as a fairy."

"Well, Xiao Wei is so outstanding, if he uses his hoe, the wall over there will collapse immediately," Qiao Feng smiled, "but it shouldn't be that serious. I'm telling you, don't spread rumors. Xiao Wei is very close to a British female student."

"Ah, international students, foreigners!"

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"Ah!"

Wei Ming sneezed a few times before entering the editorial office of Contemporary. Who is talking about me?

(End of this chapter)