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Chapter 18, Torment

The post office hall became very quiet, and you could hear a pin drop. Hong Jiaxing suddenly found it particularly irritating. When he looked up, he found that everyone was staring at Sun Shouyi, who was in tears at the moment and burst into tears the next moment.

Hong Jiaxing stood up suddenly and looked at the scene in disbelief. Is it possible that Sun Dapao is really going to become Sun the Writer?

"Old Sun, did you really receive the royalties?"

Hong Jiaxing walked quickly to Sun Shouyi and asked in a hoarse voice. As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes fell on the remittance slip of royalties in the other party's hand, and he could not take his eyes away.

Damn it, he really became Writer Sun?

At this point, Hong Jiaxing's back teeth were practically breaking. How could he possibly be called "Sun Writer"? Hadn't he always been rejected? Everyone was used to him being "Sun Dapao," so how could he suddenly become this high-ranking writer?

This is unreasonable, very unreasonable, absolutely false and impossible!!!

Being afraid that his brothers would suffer and also afraid that they would drive Land Rover was a true reflection of Hong Jiaxing's inner feelings at this moment.

"Yes, I received my royalties, Hong Jiaxing. Haven't you always looked down on me? So what? I'm a writer now, and my articles have been published. So what? You feel bad, right? You're right to feel bad. Let's see if you dare to laugh at me again in the future."

Sun Shouyi reacted, and then he started to attack Hong Jiaxing crazily, feeling extremely happy. However, Hong Jiaxing was not a pushover either. Although his expression was very grim, Hong Jiaxing still pointed at the manuscript fee remittance slip and said with disdain:

"You're so proud of yourself for only taking six dollars for your manuscript. My monthly salary is fifty-one dollars, much more than yours. You're just lucky this time. I don't believe you'll get your manuscript accepted next time."

"Hong Jiaxing, just admit you're jealous. Aside from your tough words, what else is there to be tough about? So what if I only get fifty-one dollars? I'm a writer after all, and my future income will definitely be higher than yours."

At this moment, Sun Shouyi opened fire at full force and launched a general attack on Hong Jiaxing. The latter was completely defeated. He returned to his previous position cursing, quickly took away the letters that needed to be delivered today, and left as if escaping after leaving a sentence: I won't argue with you, I still have letters to deliver.

Haha!

Seeing Hong Jiaxing fleeing the scene like a stray dog, Sun Shouyi and others burst into laughter. Finally, someone was there to teach him a lesson.

Cheng Mingwu and others began to congratulate Sun Shouyi. The endless praises made Sun Shouyi feel elated.

After the storm subsided, Sun Shouyi carefully read the letter, and then he found that the published manuscript was not his at all, but an article that Wang Duoyu had imitated before. In an instant, the smile on his face froze.

Then, he looked around like a thief. Fortunately, Cheng Mingwu and the others hadn't noticed him at all, otherwise they would have seen his guilty look. After confirming that no one noticed him, Sun Shouyi felt embarrassed again. He had just had a great time arguing with Hong Jiaxing. If Hong Jiaxing found out that his article was not approved and Wang Duoyu's was, wouldn't he be in trouble?

Now, what Sun Shouyi could confirm was that Wang Duoyu did not know that he had published the article. He could bet that Wang Duoyu would not check the publication of Heilongjiang Literature and Art. Then he could become "Writer Sun" with peace of mind and get the six yuan manuscript fee.

Or he could explain the situation directly to Wang Duoyu and ask him to just accept the royalties and not publicize it, so that he could still inherit the title of "Writer Sun".

However, both methods have the risk of being discovered or rejected, and he has submitted the manuscripts separately before, which means that he will receive another rejection letter, of course, or a letter of acceptance.

So he hurriedly continued to look for the letters. After all, he was responsible for delivering letters to Qingshan Township and other places, so he soon found his own letters. Looking at the thick letters, he felt hopeless.

Because he was too familiar with the thickness of the rejection letter. A 2,000-word article would require at least four or five sheets of paper. After folding them together, the thickness of the letter was completely different from the letter with only half a page of acceptance notice and manuscript fee remittance slip.

Even though it has been confirmed, he still has a glimmer of hope in his heart: what if it is just a notice to revise the article?
After a while, he opened the letter and saw the rejection letter. His eyes completely lost their luster. At this moment, a colleague Li Xiaojie came over and was about to say hello to him, but his eyes fell on the letter and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Hey, Mr. Sun, you still have a letter of submission. Was it rejected again?"

Li Xiaojie's voice attracted the attention of Cheng Mingwu and others, but to Sun Shouyi, it sounded like a harsh mockery and ridicule. He immediately scolded him:
"Yeah, my manuscript was rejected. So what? What's it got to do with you? You're always gossiping about other people's affairs. Do you have a lot of free time? Do you want the director to give you more tasks? You're happy that my manuscript was rejected, right?"

"Fuck, Sun Dapao, are you out of your mind? Did I provoke you? Damn, don't think you can be arrogant just because your manuscript got lucky. Let me tell you, you have a miserable life. You submitted manuscripts for almost twenty years before you were lucky enough to get published. Oh, and now you even received a rejection letter. In other words, you really just got lucky. What are you bragging about?"

As if scolding was not enough, Li Xiaojie rolled up his sleeves, sneered, and said:
"It's okay that you acted arrogant in front of Hong Jiaxing. He does often taunt you, but I never paid much attention to you before. How dare you scold me? Humph, I'm not a coward like Hong Jiaxing. I won't talk back when I'm scolded. You deserve to be punished. You're like a bat sticking feathers in a chicken. Who the hell are you?"

After a burst of attacks, Li Xiaojie did not give Sun Shouyi a chance to fight back. He turned around and left the hall with a bag of letters on his back, leaving everyone stunned.

This is more or less a bit outrageous. Cheng Mingwu and the others didn't expect Li Xiaojie to suddenly lose his temper. This morning was really full of drama.

Sun Shouyi's face turned pale and he was in shock for a long time. It was not until a long time later, when most of his colleagues in the hall had left, that he hurriedly packed up and went to deliver the letter.

While delivering the letter, he kept thinking about whether he should confess to Wang Duoyu that the article he had copied had been approved. He was wavering and felt very tormented.

(End of this chapter)