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"Give me a string of candied hawthorns."

Zheng Juan looked up and saw Zhou Bingkun's familiar face, looking slightly surprised.

But he still quickly grabbed a string of candied hawthorns and handed it to Zhou Bingkun.

Zhou Bingkun paid, smiled at Zheng Juan, and left with the candied hawthorn.

After returning home, Zhou Bingkun naturally worked hard to memorize the documents Zhang Chulan had given him.

I'll try my best not to give myself away in front of the people at the magazine.

Day three...

Day ...

Day ...

For five consecutive days, they appeared at almost the same time, bought a skewer of candied hawthorns and left, making it hard for anyone not to remember them.

This time, however, Zheng Juan didn't immediately take the candied hawthorn. Instead, she looked at Zhou Bingkun and asked, "Do you really like candied hawthorn?"

This wasn't the first conversation between Zhou Bingkun and Zheng Juan, but it was the first time they had talked about things unrelated to buying and selling.

Zhou Bingkun hesitated for a moment, actually seeking help from Zhang Chulan and Xiao Shan, the two "relationship experts," in the chat group. Following the "relationship experts'" guidance, Zhou Bingkun laughed and said, "What? Can't I buy it if I don't like it?"

Zheng Juan shook her head: "No, it's just that eating too many candied hawthorns is bad for your teeth."

"It's alright, my teeth are fine, I'll come again next time. I'll be going now." Zhou Bingkun picked up the candied hawthorn and turned to leave.

However, he turned back to Zheng Juan and said, "By the way, my name is Zhou Bingkun, and I live in the Guangzi area."

Chapter 55, Love Expert Zhang Chulan! (Please add to your favorites, give flowers, and leave reviews!)

Zheng Juan stood there, silently watching Zhou Bingkun's figure disappear from sight.

At this moment, Zheng Juan's mother, who was standing next to her, said, "Juan'er, this young man seems to be interested in you."

Hearing her mother's words, Zheng Juan immediately blushed: "Mom, don't talk nonsense, that's not true! Who would want me?"

"Juan'er, don't say that!" Mother Zheng sighed. "You are so beautiful and sensible. It's my incompetence that has dragged you down."

Actually, Zheng Juan could also be sent to the countryside.

However, she couldn't bear to leave her elderly mother and blind brother, so she avoided going to the countryside.

But precisely because of this, she could no longer find a job.

The fact that they didn't have a household registration made life exceptionally difficult.

Left with no other choice, he could only help Zheng's mother set up a stall.

Zheng Juan quickly comforted her mother, saying, "Mom, don't say that. If it weren't for you, Guangming and I would have died long ago. It's only right that I take care of you."

Although life was tough, Zheng Juan never complained or blamed anyone.

She only wanted to work hard to make her mother and brother's lives better.

Zheng's mother shifted the topic back to Zhou Bingkun: "That young man just now said he lives in the Guangzi area, which is right next to our Taiping Hutong. Juan'er, should I go back and ask around?"

She knew very well how difficult it was for people like them, without urban residency permits, to survive here.

If you want to change your current situation, you can only find a man with a city household registration and a job.

But she also knew very well that things weren't that easy.

That's why she couldn't wait to find out more when she saw that Zhou Bingkun seemed to have a crush on her daughter.

Zheng Juan became even more shy: "What's there to ask? Mom, please stop talking."

Zheng Juan, of course, also wanted to find a good man.

But she knew even more clearly that, given her circumstances, she had no right to choose.

The person just now looked quite young and good-looking.

Most importantly, live in the Guangzi area.

That area is full of people with urban household registration, and their conditions are much better than those in Taiping Hutong.

For the next three days, Zhou Bingkun did not go to the cinema to buy candied hawthorns again.

This was naturally the idea given to him by two "dating experts" in the chat group.

He said this would pique the girl's interest and make her remember him.

Zhou Bingkun also took advantage of these three days to go and inquire about the situation near the magazine office.

Zheng Juan felt a little uneasy after not seeing Zhou Bingkun for three consecutive days.

Although she hadn't held out much hope, she still felt upset when Zhou Bingkun didn't show up.

Zhou Bingkun found the location of the Red Gear magazine office by making inquiries.

Over the past three days, I've asked many people and confirmed that Shao Jingwen is now the editor-in-chief of the magazine.

The reason he inquired about Shao Jingwen was because Shao Jingwen would be his benefactor in the future video.

If I want to join the magazine now, trying my luck with Shao Jingwen is probably the best chance.

On the fourth day, Zhou Bingkun brought his copied poems and articles to the Red Gear magazine office and found Shao Jingwen's office.

At this moment, Shao Jingwen was sitting in his office, deep in thought!

Publishing houses and magazines have had a tough time these past few years.

Because many knowledgeable editors in the publishing house left the magazine for various reasons.

Although the city has arranged for some more people to come, to be honest, these people are simply not up to the task.

This also led to the magazine's sales declining.

Just as Shao Jingwen was frantically pulling out his hair, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

"Please come in!" Shao Jingwen sat up straight and said to the outside.

The office door opened, and Zhou Bingkun walked in from outside.

Approaching Shao Jingwen, Zhou Bingkun said somewhat reservedly, "Teacher Shao!"

Seeing Zhou Bingkun enter, Shao Jingwen asked with some confusion, "Hello, comrade, may I ask who you are?"

"Hello, Teacher Shao, my name is Zhou Bingkun, and I live in Guangzi Village. I personally love poetry and writing!" Zhou Bingkun quickly introduced himself. "I'm here today because I've written some poems and a story, and I'd like to ask you to take a look and see if they can be published in a magazine!"

"You wrote these poems and stories yourself?" Shao Jingwen asked, his face full of doubt.

He could tell that the young man in front of him was no more than twenty years old.

How much experience can such young people have?

Can he write good poems and stories?

Faced with Shao Jingwen's doubts, Zhou Bingkun, though somewhat guilty, still forced himself to say, "Yes, I have a literary dream, but I can't go to school right now, and I don't know my own writing level."

"I heard that you are a very famous editor-in-chief in our city, and that you are very willing to mentor younger editors. That's why I'm taking the liberty of bothering you. I hope you can spare some time to take a look at what I've written."

As the saying goes, one cannot hit a smiling face, especially when Zhou Bingkun speaks so pleasingly.

Shao Jingwen was already troubled by the magazine's development, but Zhou Bingkun's sudden appearance piqued his interest.

So Shao Jingwen nodded: "I see, then I'll take a look for you!"

Upon hearing Shao Jingwen's agreement, Zhou Bingkun quickly handed over the two notebooks he had prepared to Shao Jingwen.

He also introduced the contents of the two notebooks to Shao Jingwen: "Teacher Shao, this one contains some modern poems I have written, and the other one contains a short story I have written."

"Because of the special circumstances, I haven't shown it to anyone. You're the first to see it, so please give your comments."

Shao Jingwen took the notebook, adjusted his glasses, and began to read it seriously.

At first, he was somewhat nonchalant.

But after reading a few sentences, his expression immediately changed.

He adjusted his glasses again, and after a few minutes of serious thought, he asked Zhou Bingkun with great astonishment, "Zhou Bingkun, did you really write these poems?"

Zhou Bingkun nodded: "Yes, Professor Shao, this is something I wrote some time ago, and you are the first person to read it."

"Good, very good! These poems of yours are excellent, truly excellent!" Upon receiving the affirmative reply, Shao Jingwen stood up excitedly.

But Shao Jingwen quickly realized his lapse in composure and returned to his original position.

Seeing the excited Shao Jingwen, Zhou Bingkun breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I am also grateful to Zhang Chulan for choosing these poems and articles for me.

As Zhang Chulan had predicted, Shao Jingwen then began to ask him a series of questions about the inspiration and philosophy behind his poems.

Fortunately, Zhang Chulan had prepared the materials in advance, and Zhou Bingkun answered quite appropriately.

Chapter 56, I've Got a Job! (Please add to your favorites, give flowers, and leave a review!)

After discussing poetry, Shao Jingwen picked up another notebook and began reading a novel written by Zhou Bingkun.

This is a novel that Zhang Chulan specially found for Zhou Bingkun, about war, love, and patriotism during the War of Resistance against Japan.

Although Zhou Bingkun had only copied the beginning of a few tens of thousands of words so far, Shao Jingwen was still reading it with great interest.

By the time Shao Jingwen finished reading, almost an hour had passed.

After watching Shao Jingwen place the notebook on the table, Zhou Bingkun asked, "Teacher Shao, what do you think?"

Shao Jingwen took off his glasses, rubbed his sore eyes, and praised, "Xiao Zhou, the plot of this novel is full of twists and turns. Although its literary value is slightly low, it's already quite remarkable for someone your age to be able to write such a novel."

Shao Jingwen never expected Zhou Bingkun to be so outstanding.

With proper training, he will surely become an outstanding literary creator in the future.

"Thank you, Professor Shao. Your recognition is the greatest comfort to me," Zhou Bingkun said, somewhat excitedly, after hearing Shao Jingwen's evaluation.

Shao Jingwen cleared his throat and looked at Zhou Bingkun, saying, "Little Zhou, your poems and stories are perfectly up to the standard for publication in a magazine!"

Zhou Bingkun was even more excited: "Teacher Shao, really? Can we publish it all?"

“Well, a few years ago, all of your works could have been published!” Shao Jingwen sighed, looking at Zhou Bingkun, “but the situation is a bit special now. It’s best not to publish some of your poems to avoid giving others grounds for criticism. Do you understand what I mean?”

Zhou Bingkun nodded solemnly, "Teacher Shao, I understand what you mean! Please give me your guidance."

"Of course," Shao Jingwen replied with a smile.

Although it was his first time meeting Zhou Bingkun, Zhou Bingkun's works had already completely moved him.

Having developed a love for talent, Shao Jingwen certainly couldn't bear to see Zhou Bingkun go down the wrong path.

So Shao Jingwen began to analyze for Zhou Bingkun which poems were best not to be published, which could be revised before publication, and which could be published directly.

They chatted for several hours straight, even missing lunchtime.

After they had finished chatting, Shao Jingwen looked at Zhou Bingkun and asked, "Bingkun, where do you work now?"

"Teacher Shao, I haven't started working yet!" Zhou Bingkun answered honestly. "My family is a working-class family with three children. My older brother and sister have both responded to the national call to go to the countryside. I'm the only one left in the family now, and the neighborhood leaders haven't assigned me a job yet."

"Oh, really? You haven't started working yet? You must be quite young!" Shao Jingwen was somewhat surprised; he had assumed Zhou Bingkun was already employed.

"Just turned seventeen."

"Seventeen years old? That's really young and promising!" Shao Jingwen exclaimed in surprise.

He could tell that Zhou Bingkun was not very old, but he did not expect Zhou Bingkun to be so young.

At seventeen years old, this means that Zhou Bingkun had never attended university, or even high school.

But the fact that he can write such good poetry shows that he is a genius!

Thinking of this, Shao Jingwen's desire to recruit them intensified.

So he tentatively asked, "Bingkun, although this is our first meeting, I feel we get along very well. You have an exceptional talent for literature, and I'd like to invite you to join our magazine as a copy editor. What do you think?"

Zhou Bingkun asked with a look of surprise, "Teacher Shao, can I do it? Will the neighborhood leaders agree?"

Shao Jingwen laughed and said, "If you had already been assigned to a unit, that would be a bit troublesome. But since you haven't started working yet, it's a different story."

"As long as our president agrees, you can join our magazine as an editor."

"In addition to your normal editing duties, you can also write poetry and articles."