Let’s talk about Editor Lin of the Poetry Magazine. After returning to the club, he found the editor-in-chief Li Zhenpeng with Jiang Yulou’s poem manuscript.
Then, he told a series of Jiang Yulou's behaviors after meeting Jiang Yulou.
Li Zhenpeng's expression changed slightly: "Hey, was Comrade Jiang Yulou writing this poem on the spot?"
"It's true, editor-in-chief, I saw it with my own eyes." Editor Lin said.
Li Zhenpeng sighed: "Talented, Duan is so talented!"
With his 36 years of creative experience, it is very difficult to create such an outstanding poem in just over ten minutes.
No, it should be said that it is impossible.
If Editor Lin was not his editor and he knew who Editor Lin was, he must have thought that the other person was lying.
Simply incredible!
Editor Lin nodded and said: "Editor Li, there is no doubt about Comrade Jiang Yulou's poetic talent. Compared with his previous poems, this poem is also the best among the best. Do you think we should raise the standard in terms of remuneration?"
After Li Zhenpeng thought for a while, he said: "Let's discuss it in the club now, and then invite Comrade Jiang Yulou to the club to discuss it in detail."
The next day, an invitation from the poetry magazine was sent to the school.
Jiang Yulou readily agreed. He had been in Yanjing for so long, but he had never been to the office building of a major magazine.
As a result, Comrade Lao Ji somehow found out about this and insisted on accompanying him no matter what.
Jiang Yulou declined, but when Comrade Ji came up with the excuse that he was afraid that his students would be bullied, he had no choice but to agree.
If you try to shirk it again, you just don’t know what’s good or bad.
The next day, as soon as Jiang Yulou received the textbooks distributed at the beginning of the school year, Ji Zhenghuai came to find him.
"Mr. Ji, don't be so anxious. It won't be too late for us to go after I have lunch."
"Hey, I'm bored at school. It just so happens that a lot of the old guys in the Poetry Club are my old friends. I just want to go with you this time and chat with them."
"Ah, so the reason why you want to go with me is actually because you want to catch up with old friends."
"Oops, I accidentally let something slip."
Today’s old comrades are really...
Jiang Yulou shook his head, there was absolutely nothing he could do.
No. 15 Hufang Road is where the editorial office of Poetry Publishing House is located.
This is a three-story small red building, which looks quite old from the outside. However, no matter how shabby the appearance is, it cannot conceal the brilliance of the Poetry Publishing House today.
Since the end of the movement, the editorial office has received several sacks of submissions every day.
However, these three floors are not all office buildings of the Poetry Publishing House. Half of them belong to a certain department of CCTV.
In front of this earth building, Jiang Yulou couldn't help but feel no need to pay homage. He just checked in briefly and walked in with Ji Zhenghuai.
In addition, there is no need to register for Ji Lao's entry and exit.
Jiang Yulou guessed that Mr. Ji might come often and the guard office was already familiar with his visits.
After reaching the second floor, Jiang Yulou, led by Ji Zhenghuai, came to the office of the editorial department of the Poetry Magazine.
"Hey, it's Director Ji, what brought you here?"
Just as Jiang Yulou was about to knock on the door and go in, an old man over sixty years old came out and met the two of them.
"Oh, Yan Xiang, long time no see." Ji Zhenghuai said hello and said, "I'm not here with my student."
Yan Xiang took a look at Jiang Yulou and asked in surprise: "Is this young comrade your disciple?"
"Let's not talk about it for now. Where is Lao Li? I'm here to see him." Ji Zhenghuai said.
Yan Xiang smiled and said: "The editor-in-chief is in the office, how about I take you there."
Ji Zhenghuai waved his hand and said, "No, you go and do your work. I know your editorial department well."
"Then I'll go get busy. Call me if you need anything." Yan Xiang said.
After Yanxiang left, Ji Zhenghuai said to Jiang Yulou beside him: "Yanxiang's surname is Shao, and he is the deputy editor-in-chief of the Poetry Publishing House."
It turned out to be the deputy editor-in-chief. Jiang Yulou looked a little surprised.
"Deputy Editor Shao doesn't look very old."
"He was born in 1933, which is when he was in the prime of life. Future work must be left to young people."
After entering the editorial office, Ji Zhenghuai knocked on the door of Li Zhenpeng's office in a familiar manner.
"Enter."
"Old Li, I'm here with Yulou."
After Ji Zhenghuai pushed the door open and entered, Jiang Yulou followed, and then saw a silver-haired old man sitting at his desk writing fast.
The old man was none other than Ji Zhenghuai's old friend, Li Zhenpeng, the editor-in-chief of the Poetry Publishing House.
Li Zhenpeng pushed up the frame of his glasses. After seeing the person clearly, he smiled and cursed: "Old Ji, it's you, old boy."
Then, his eyes shifted to Jiang Yulou, and he nodded with appreciation: "Comrade Xiao Jiang, you are finally here."
"I've kept you waiting for a long time." Jiang Yulou said respectfully.
Li Zhenpeng warmly greeted the two of them to sit down: "Haha, sit down, sit down and talk."
Then he personally poured tea for the two of them, and Jiang Yulou was quite flattered.
Ji Zhenghuai said: "Lao Li, when did you become so polite? When I came here alone before, I never saw you making me a cup of tea. You always asked me to do it myself."
Li Zhenpeng deliberately angered him, "Comrade Xiao Jiang is the prince of love poems who is popular all over the country. You are just an old gangster who has never written a few good poems. How can you compare with him?"
In fact, Ji Zhenghuai's poems are not bad, and some of them are even included in the textbooks of this era.
Ji Zhenghuai blew his beard and glared: "Oh no, that's unreasonable. Tell me what's wrong with the poem I submitted to your poetry magazine?"
The two were naturally joking. They were both old friends, and this was a way for them to communicate their feelings.
Jiang Yulou blushed and said, "Editor Li, if you say that again, I really have no shame in staying here."
"Look, young people are still humble, unlike some old people who are ignorant and accustomed to relying on their old age."
"Who is Lao Buxiu talking about?"
Seeing the two of them arguing again, Jiang Yulou shook his head helplessly.
After a few more pleasantries, the few of them got down to business.
"Comrade Xiao Jiang, your unpublished poem "Of course" was discussed in our club at the last meeting. The editors unanimously believe that the poem is of high quality and can be published in our Poetry Journal."
As soon as he talked about business, Li Zhenpeng became very serious, completely different from before.
Jiang Yulou said humbly again: "You have given me the award."
So far, Jiang Yulou's response has been very appropriate, and Ji Zhenghuai's previous worries have been relieved a lot.
"As expected of the young man I am optimistic about." He thought to himself.
Li Zhenpeng added: "In terms of remuneration, we will definitely not treat writers badly."
Jiang Yulou nodded, as if it was up to you to make the decision.
Li Zhenpeng said softly in his heart, are all young people today so calm?
He couldn't help but ask: "Don't you have anything to ask about the remuneration?"
Jiang Yulou smiled honestly and said: "As long as the price is right, I am willing to publish this poem in Poetry Magazine."
His answer was very tactful, as if he didn't say anything.
The price is right, how much is the right price?
I don’t have a precise number either.
Li Zhenpeng laughed and scolded: "Little slippery man."
