Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

I said goodbye to a few people and rode my bike home from get off work.

The three people left in the office looked on with envy. They had only worked one day and were already on holiday. It was infuriating to see people like them!

He would hunt during famine years, and his life was so simple and unpretentious that even his superiors would vie to give him time off.

I leisurely rode my bike to the editorial office building of the Literature and Art Newspaper, where I still had more than ten yuan in manuscript fees to collect.

Other kinds of money don't matter, but royalties are different.

Entering the office building, it was still bustling with people. Chang Kun went directly to the office of Editor Zou, who had received the manuscript last time.

'Knock knock knock'.

"Editor Zou." Upon entering the office, Editor Zou was seen hunched over his desk, writing something.

"Chang Kun, you're here!" Editor Zou looked up and saw that it was Chang Kun. He immediately put down his pen, stood up and came to him, shaking hands tightly.

"Haha, I've been waiting for you for days. I thought you'd forgotten about the payment."

"Royalties are money too, how could I forget that?"

"Come, have a seat. I'll find someone to inform Old Shen." With that, Editor Zou hurriedly went out to find someone.

"Editor Zou, please don't bother Mr. Shen. I'm just here to collect my payment for the article. There's no need to trouble him."

"Don't worry about that. It was Mr. Shen who specifically instructed me to inform him that you must let him know when you arrive. The song 'Hometown' is being played on the radio and the response has been very enthusiastic."

Chang Kun nodded. Since Elder Shen wanted to meet him, he had no objection.

"Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin, go next door and call Old Shen. Tell him Chang Kun is here," Editor Zou called out twice from the office doorway.

"I know!" a reluctant voice rang out, followed by a muttered grumble: "Who is this person, daring to trouble Boss Shen?"

Upon hearing this voice, Chang Kun remembered that this Xiao Lin was the one who questioned whether his composition was plagiarized.

Last time, when I was leaving, he and another person were making sarcastic remarks at the door. If it weren't for Mr. Shen's sake, I would have slapped them in the face right then and there.

Editor Zou turned around, looking embarrassed.

Xiao Lin, this subordinate, was gossiping about someone behind their back, and the person involved overheard it. I really don't know what kind of person he is.

Quickly find a topic of conversation, give the royalties to Chang Kun, chat with Chang Kun, and praise how successful the song was on the radio, with the crowd praising it.

He truly is a cultured person; he has a variety of ways to praise others and never repeats himself.

Everyone loves to hear compliments, and Chang Kun was no exception; the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up as he listened.

No wonder they became editors; they're really good with words.

'Knock knock knock'.

There was a knock on the office door, and a person poked in. It was Xiao Lin: "Editor Zou, Mr. Shen has already invited us. He asked me to come back first and tell you. Please wait a moment."

As he spoke, he peeked out and glanced sideways at Chang Kun. Last time, when he suspected that the song was plagiarized by Chang Kun, he managed to avoid it.

Since he's here again, we'll definitely find an opportunity to expose his true colors, lest the editor and Mr. Shen be deceived.

"Go away, what are you looking at!"

Seeing that Xiao Lin's eyes were unfriendly, Editor-in-Chief Zou blocked his view and waved him out.

A person who is so disrespectful and lacks tact in front of superiors will be kicked out of the newspaper sooner or later.

What a bastard! He'll never eat four dishes in his entire life!

Editor Zou muttered a few words to himself, then turned to Chang Kun and smiled, "Don't mind him, he's still just a kid."

As soon as he said it, he felt something was off.

He called Xiao Lin a child, but Chang Kun was even younger than him. Chang Kun's music was so good that he often forgot Chang Kun's age.

After a few awkward words, Old Shen finally arrived.

"Haha, Chang Kun, thank you for waiting." Shen Yanbing looked to be in good spirits and strode into the office.

"Old Shen, Old Shen."

The two stood up and greeted each other.

"Please sit down, everyone. Chang Kun, I've been wanting to see you again for a long time. Recently, 'My Hometown' has been playing on the radio, and the response has been very strong!"

"Editor Zou just told me some things, and his praise made me blush. I really don't deserve it."

"Haha, you deserve it! Let's talk behind closed doors, this piece of music will truly be remembered for generations."

Chang Kun simply smiled. This piece of music had been passed down for decades in his previous life and remained popular for a long time, proving its classic status.

Seeing that Chang Kun remained indifferent to the praise, Old Shen nodded slightly. A person who could create such a famous piece as "Hometown" truly had an extraordinary mindset.

"Chang Kun, I've come to see you not just for a casual chat. Not only me, but many old friends in the arts and literature circles also want to ask if you have any new masterpieces in the works?"

Chang Kun shook his head: "Old Shen, having a song about our hometown is already a stroke of luck. How could we possibly produce any more masterpieces?"

He didn't want to be too high-profile. He knew that if things got heated in a few years, even a literary giant like Mr. Shen would inevitably face controversy, let alone someone as small as him.

I remember Mao Dun, also known as Shen Lao, in his previous life. During those years when the wind was blowing, although he didn't live in a cowshed, he was still criticized, his home was ransacked, he was suspended from work, and he was subject to surveillance and investigation. He was quite miserable.

Old Shen looked at him with great anticipation. Chang Kun pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and still didn't offer any advice.

Faced with such a great tide of the times, it would be good enough if he could keep his family safe and sound. Old Shen had grown into a towering tree, and with great power comes great responsibility; he could not avoid suffering misfortune.

"Hey Chang Kun, don't underestimate yourself. Show us your new works."

Chang Kun simply shook his head: "Old Shen, there really aren't any new works. Just this piece about my hometown alone has left everyone who knows me speechless."

"Haha, you're not that old, but you're quite indifferent to fame and fortune, a bit like an old man like me."

Without pressing further, Mr. Shen steered the conversation towards interesting anecdotes from the arts and literature world.

For a moment, cheers filled the editor's office.

Unbeknownst to them, just outside the door, Kobayashi was pressing his ear against the wooden door, secretly listening to what was happening inside.

As his expression changed repeatedly, he clenched his teeth and muttered under his breath, his voice low as if he were cursing.

"How dare you claim it was your own doing? You're shameless!"

"Old Shen even asked him if he had any new works? That's ridiculous! All his previous pieces were plagiarized; how could he possibly have any new compositions!"

Just then, Xiao Lin's eyes lit up as he saw Lao Zhang passing by on the other side.

"Old Zhang, Old Zhang..."

He called out softly twice and beckoned him over.

"What's wrong, Xiao Lin? What are you doing at the editor's door?" Old Zhang looked at Xiao Lin's furtive appearance and was a little puzzled.

"Shh—keep your voice down, guess who's inside?"

"How should I know you were eavesdropping?" Old Zhang's eyes widened. What was wrong with Xiao Lin? Doing something like this in front of the leader's door was just asking for trouble!

"It's Chang Kun from last time. He's here again and is chatting with Old Shen inside."

"What? He dares to come again?" Old Zhang's voice rose involuntarily. After Xiao Lin's analysis several times, he also believed that the tune from his hometown was copied by Chang Kun from somewhere.

I thought that after submitting my work and gaining fame and fortune, I should avoid literary journals to avoid being exposed.

I can't believe he dared to come to my door! Isn't he afraid of being exposed?!

"Who's out there?!" Hearing someone chattering at the door, Editor-in-Chief Zou got up, took a few quick steps, and flung the door open.