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

"Xiao Lin? And Lao Zhang, what are you doing here?"

The editor, Zou, was a little annoyed that his lighthearted conversation had been interrupted.

"Uh...we...we were just chatting," Old Zhang said nervously, stammering.

"Chatting? The entire editorial department is so big, why do you have to come to my office door to chat?"

Mr. Shen and Chang Kun also stood up and walked outside. Editor Zou, suppressing his anger, turned back and smiled, "They've ruined our good mood. Let's find another place to talk."

"Mr. Shen, Editor Zou, I won't bother you any longer. Let's get together again next time." Having already received his payment, Chang Kun didn't want to stay any longer.

Old Shen sighed, feeling that Chang Kun had other pieces he wanted to play, but he didn't know why he wouldn't release them.

"How about we go for a walk, chat as we go, and then find a place to have some drinks around noon?"

In an effort to see if there were any new pieces, Mr. Shen made a final attempt.

Chang Kun hesitated for a moment. He and Shen Laoben were complete strangers. He only wanted to hear good music, and Shen Laoben, a literary giant, was being so polite to him.

Xiao Lin and Lao Zhang, standing nearby, seemed to be holding their breath, as if they wanted to say something but hesitated. Last time, they had been scolded by Editor Zou for stopping Chang Kun from questioning them without permission, so they dared not speak up now.

"You two, is there something you want to say?" Seeing their expressions, Old Shen thought they had some good advice to offer.

Xiao Lin was overjoyed, since Old Shen had asked him directly, and he could finally speak freely.

"Mr. Shen, I don't think the piece 'Hometown' was composed by a young person. It needs to be reviewed more carefully."

"I asked all my relatives and friends, and they all said that this doesn't feel like the energetic spirit of a young person."

"Our literary newspaper can't afford to be fooled. Losing some royalties is a small matter, but letting down our readers across the country is a much bigger problem!"

Although he didn't directly accuse Chang Kun of plagiarism, the underlying meaning of his words was the same, only more euphemistic than before.

Old Zhang chimed in, "Yes, yes, that's what I meant too. Of course, these are all decisions that the leaders should make."

Having worked at the literary newspaper for a longer period, Lao Zhang became even more cunning, emphasizing his leadership position to avoid upsetting the editors and causing them to make things difficult for him later.

The two chattered on and on, causing Mr. Shen and Editor Zou to frown.

These two mentioned it once before. Why did they bring it up again when Chang Kun came again? Could it be that the eyes of a senior editor and a literary bigwig are not as good as theirs?

This is utterly ridiculous!

Seeing that Old Shen's expression was also unpleasant, Editor Zou glared at Xiao Lin, the leader, and said, "You've finished your work, right? Why are you meddling in other people's business? Go do your own thing!"

Xiao Lin's face turned red with frustration. He hadn't expected that his long-winded explanation would go unnoticed by the editor.

Young people are still straightforward and haven't experienced the harsh realities of society.

"Editor, you can't just believe everything you hear! This piece really needs to be investigated! Chang Kun is so young; anyone with eyes can tell that it's impossible for someone his age to compose something like that!"

The argument grew louder, and Xiaolin's words drew the attention of the other people in the editorial department.

"You! ...A frog in a well, you know nothing of the sky!"

Editor Zou was furious. In front of everyone, he admitted to being biased and gullible? This Xiao Lin is no good. In a couple of days, I'll find an excuse to make him do chores like sweeping!

The other people from the newspaper slowly gathered around. Xiao Lin stood there stiffly, Editor Zou had a gloomy face, and Old Shen also frowned.

Seeing this, a colleague who was close to Xiaolin quickly went up to pull him up and said with a forced smile, "Mr. Shen, editor, Xiaolin is having some headaches these days and is prone to talking nonsense. Please don't take it to heart."

"If you're sick, go get treatment sooner rather than later, don't delay!" Editor Zou snorted coldly. If it weren't for Old Shen being there, he would have lost his temper and started cursing.

Old Zhang shrank behind Xiao Lin to make himself inconspicuous. He was filled with regret. How could he have listened to this hothead Xiao Lin and gone to clash with the editor and Old Shen?

Whether that piece was composed by Chang Kun or not is none of his business. He's just being nosy!

Chang Kun remained calm, too lazy to explain himself when questioned by unrelated people.

The piece was composed nine years later, and no matter how many books they searched, they could not find any evidence of plagiarism.

Xiaolin, though being pulled back by her colleagues, remained indignant: "Don't pull me away! This is how it is. If there are any doubts, are we just going to ignore them? At this rate, even a three-year-old could publish their work!"

Editor Zou was furious, his nostrils flaring: "You don't need to pull him away! Xiao Lin, since you have so many reasons, then go find the evidence, stop just speculating!"

"Saying all this is pointless and annoying!"

The senior editor was so angry he almost swore.

Old Shen slowly walked forward, his eyes sweeping over the editorial department, and said slowly, "Since most of the editorial staff are here, I'll just say a few words."

"For us writers, the first requirement is to be down-to-earth in our work, and the second is to be factual and well-founded in our speech and writing. If we can't do these two basic things, we can't do anything well!"

"Alright, everyone, you can all leave now!"

The tone was not harsh, but the content was thought-provoking.

Most of the people around lowered their heads in shame, frowning and deep in thought.

Only Xiao Lin and Lao Zhang, although they also lowered their heads, were still muttering to themselves if you looked closely at the corners of their mouths.

After listening to Elder Shen's speech, Chang Kun was moved.

Cultured people speak differently. It's still a few years before the storm starts, and I wonder if any of Mr. Shen's handwritten copies of his famous works have survived.

Those handwritten manuscripts from my past life were burned to ashes by the soldiers who raided my home; it was such a pity.

If one can preserve it in space, its value will be immeasurable in future generations.

"Mr. Shen, if I may ask, do you still have any handwritten copies of your previous works?"

"Oh? Why are you asking this? If you want to read, I can send you a few published books."

Judging from the tone of voice, the handwritten manuscript had indeed been preserved intact, and Chang Kun was overjoyed.

"Mr. Shen, let's go back to the office and talk in detail." He didn't want others to hear that he had collected Mr. Shen's manuscripts; if something happened, it could be a big deal or a small one.

"Good, good!" Old Shen smiled and led Chang Kun to his office on the second floor. Unexpectedly, after a short delay, things took a turn for the better.

From what Chang Kun said before, I knew he still had music in his heart, but I wondered what his concerns were that prevented him from releasing it.

Now that Chang Kun has something to ask for, it suits his wishes perfectly.

Once they arrived at the office, the two sat down.

"Mr. Shen, I don't really want to publish a book; I just want to study your manuscripts and learn from them."

"That's easy. Which book do you want? I'll find it for you later. Young people love to learn, that's a good thing!"

"Uh..." Chang Kun frowned and thought for a moment, only remembering Mao Dun's two most famous books, "Midnight" and "Lin Family Shop".

Upon hearing the book titles, Old Shen burst into laughter: "Good lad, you've picked out my two most prized books right away!"

"You can borrow the handwritten manuscript. Anyway, both books have been published for a long time, but..."

He smiled slyly: "How about sharing your new piece?"