Training the Heavens

Chapter 44 Revision
The second glass of wine was equally intoxicating. The Chinese Department's welcome party was so successful that even the principal was invited. He watched the party and praised it for being well organized. He also specifically asked Ma Chuanjie's piano solo and chorus "Young Friends Come to Meet" to be performed at the school's welcome party.

Gao Jialin finished writing the article that night. He already knew what the program for the party would be and had a rough idea of ​​how the audience would react. Only the principal's arrival was a little unexpected, so he just added it in based on the advance planning.

Gao Jialin was waiting at the office door early in the morning with the article in hand. Zhang Changqing came to work and saw it. He quickly took Gao Jialin in, took the manuscript, and praised it while reading it. "Good! Good! Good! Compared with the last time, there are fewer revisions this time! I'll revise it for you now. You wait here. After I transcribe it, I'll send it to the Youth Daily!"

"Youth Daily" and "China Youth Daily" are not the same newspaper. The former is a municipal newspaper in Shanghai, and the latter is the official newspaper of the Youth League system. Both of them have young people as their main readers.

Pujiang College is located in Shanghai, so it is naturally easier to submit articles to the Youth Daily. As for the China Youth Daily, if the news receives a good response, it may be reprinted.

After completing the revisions, Zhang Changqing immediately started making phone calls to contact editors he was familiar with. After Gao Jialin finished copying the article, he carefully checked it and quickly sent it off.

In the afternoon, Gao Jialin received good news. The Youth Daily agreed to publish the full text and even offered him royalties. Zhang Changqing collected it directly for him. The royalties were still 15 yuan per thousand words. Gao Jialin earned more than 80 yuan for more than 5,000 words.

"Remember to come find me in a few days when the Student Union starts recruiting new members. The Propaganda Department has a vacant position as a deputy director this year, and I think you are a good fit!" If convention had not allowed it, Zhang Changqing would have wanted to make him the vice chairman directly.

"Thank you, Teacher Zhang. I will definitely live up to your expectations!" Gao Jialin liked this. He really wanted to improve himself.

"Work hard, get some training this year, and get familiar with the work of the Student Union. When Wang Weihua and others retire next year or the year after, it will be your turn to take over!" Zhang Changqing painted another big picture for Gao Jialin.

This piece of cake is something that can actually be eaten. As of now, Gao Jialin has a great chance of eating it, but he is not satisfied with just being a small department student union president.

There is still a lot of room for improvement in the school student union, the Shanghai Student Union and even the All-China Student Union. If he can join the All-China Student Union, a bright road will open up before him. Just look at the list of all the student cadres of the All-China Student Union and you will know that there are many hidden talents among them.

After finishing his business, Gao Jialin asked Zhang Changqing for leave. "Teacher Zhang, during the semester, I wrote a novel based on my campus life and submitted it to Mengya. The editor of Mengya has read the manuscript and thinks it's good. It can be published after some revisions. They called me a few days ago, but I didn't go because I thought the party was more important. Now that the party is over, I think I'll go to Julu Road this afternoon to listen to the editor's opinions!"

"Jialin, why didn't you tell me about this earlier? If I had known, I would have let you go that very day!" Zhang Changchun stood up and pushed Gao Jialin out. "Go quickly. I'll tell the teacher that next time they ask you to revise the manuscript, tell me directly. If time is urgent, just have another student pass on a message to me!"

Watching Gao Jialin hurried downstairs, Zhang Changqing stood there stupidly and returned to the office for a long time. This kid is really good at giving people surprises. He has to pay more attention to his movements in the future. Maybe his future depends on him.

What does Zhang Changqing do? He's in charge of League work. He's in charge of such outstanding students under him, so he can benefit from it. Gao Jialin is eyeing the school student union and the Shanghai Student Union, while Zhang Changqing is also dreaming of working for the school Youth League Committee, or even the Municipal Youth League Committee. In this respect, their interests are aligned. As for higher positions, Zhang Changqing doesn't dare to think about it; he'd be thrilled to even join the Municipal Youth League Committee.

After two hours of swaying on the bus, Gao Jialin returned to No. 675 Julu Road. As soon as he saw Niu Xinliang, he apologized profusely, "Teacher Niu, I'm so sorry. The school was busy organizing a party a few days ago, and I'm the class monitor. I'm really embarrassed to ask for leave!"

Niu Xinliang poured him a cup of coffee before comforting him, "It's okay, it's okay. You're a student, and these are your duties. Besides, compared to other authors, you're already here pretty quickly! But I'm afraid you'll have to take some time off."

It turned out that information exchange was more difficult during this period, unlike in later generations, where one could just type on a phone or in a QQ dialog box to clearly indicate the areas that needed to be revised, so revising the manuscript became a rather troublesome matter.

Correspondence is too slow, phone calls are too expensive, and misunderstandings are likely to occur when communicating over long distances. Therefore, when major literary magazines encounter high-quality works, they will invite the authors to the editorial department to revise the manuscripts. They will eat and live here, and with the help of editors, they will revise the works until they meet the requirements and quality for publication.

After explaining, Niu Xinliang pointed to the back and said, "There are dormitories in the courtyard. We'll provide food and accommodation, and give you a two-yuan allowance every day. You just need to revise the manuscript on time! If you're worried that the school won't agree, I can call or go with you to the school to ask for leave for you!"

A few days ago, I wanted to buy Eros Garden, but I didn’t expect to have the opportunity to live in it so soon. Moreover, it is located in the bustling city, which is much more interesting than the schools in the suburbs. Gao Jialin immediately agreed.

He borrowed the editorial office's phone to call Zhang Changqing to ask for leave. Zhang Changqing readily agreed, "You can stay there as long as it takes to revise the manuscript. It doesn't matter if you miss a few days of study. When you come back, I'll arrange for a good student to make up for it for you!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Changqing looked at the class schedule under the glass of his desk and hurried to the teaching building. The next class was "History of European and American Literature". The professor who taught this course, Gong Rutang, was an old-fashioned person. He had to go there quickly to ask for leave for Gao Jialin, otherwise if he got angry, things would turn from good to bad.

He ran very fast. When he arrived at the classroom, Professor Gong had not yet arrived. Ma Chuanjie saw him and asked hurriedly, "Teacher Zhang, didn't Gao Jialin just go to look for you? Why haven't you come back to class yet?"

Zhang Changqing walked up to the podium with a smile. "Classmates, I have good news for you. Gao Jialin, our classmate, has only been in school for a month and has already written a novel. It has successfully passed the preliminary review of Mengya magazine. So, for the next few days, Gao Jialin will stay at the Mengya editorial office to revise the manuscript. He will return to class with everyone after the revisions are completed!"

The noisy classroom immediately fell into a long silence, and everyone was stunned by the news.

Professor Gong walked into the door with the lesson plan in hand, but his legs trembled and he retreated. There were so many people inside, why was there no sound? This was too scary, right?

(End of this chapter)