Nominal: Who isn't a son-in-law?

Upon seeing the two enter, the attendees who were already present stood up and nodded in greeting.

After arriving at the head seat, Wu Changshui gestured for everyone to sit down.

Liu Huanfa's secretary quickly distributed a copy of the newly printed manuscript to everyone.

"Comrades, take a look at the draft in your hands first," Wu Changshui said with a smile, turning his head to look at Liu Huanfa, "Comrade Huanfa, you are the one who led this meeting. As everyone reads, you can also tell us the purpose of this meeting."

"Okay, Director Wu."

Liu Huanfa nodded and said, "Comrades, I apologize in advance for the sudden notification of this meeting, which may affect your work."

Upon hearing this, some of the people with cold expressions softened their expressions.

"The manuscripts you all have were written by a third-year student from Handong University."

Many people saw the byline after receiving the manuscript, and some were already reading the content carefully.

"To be honest, this manuscript is very well written. After reading it, I felt it was no less than some articles of the same type..."

Before Liu Huan could finish speaking, a middle-aged man with a long face across from him couldn't help but interrupt, throwing the manuscript onto the table and saying calmly, "Deputy Director Liu, aren't you exaggerating a bit? A college student writing a book with such an arrogant title. Just looking at the outline, I can tell it's the kind of book that's all about worshipping foreign things and praising foreign systems. Your thinking is not good. Or is this some relative's child who wrote it, trying to get in through connections?"

The man with the long face is named Zhao Wenyong. He and Liu Huanfa are both popular candidates for the position of chief editor, so he has been at odds with Liu Huanfa recently and likes to exaggerate things.

When the others saw this, they all looked at the manuscript with an air of nonchalance, but their ears were perked up.

However, this time, Zhao Wenyong encountered a setback.

Before Liu Huan could speak, Wu Changshui interrupted, "Comrade Wenyong, you only glanced at the manuscript a few times before making this judgment? Are you so sure this article is bad? Did you even read its central idea?"

"When doing work, we must be realistic and not let personal emotions or internal struggles interfere with our work. The rest of us aren't blind; we can tell whether an article is good or bad. If it's truly bad, even if Comrade Huanfa wrote it, it wouldn't get published!"

Because Wu Changshui was about to retire, he rarely got involved in the affairs of his subordinates. But that didn’t mean he knew nothing. Normally, it wouldn’t have mattered, but this matter involved Minister Zhou. If he didn’t speak up, and people found out, he would have to live in fear if he wanted to retire peacefully. So he spoke very harshly.

At this moment, Liu Huanfa spoke up, looking at Zhao Wenyong whose face was turning red and then pale, and said lightly, "Comrade Wenyong, I know you are dissatisfied with me, but you must be careful with your emotions and not bring them into your work. You must prioritize the work and the overall situation."

"Take this manuscript for example. Director Wu and I have both read it and think it's very well written. I just came from Minister Zhou's office, and she also gave me instructions. What, Comrade Wenyong, do you have better judgment than Minister Zhou?"

*Slap*

A crisp sound rang out, and it was clear that the pen in Zhao Wenyong's hand had broken into two pieces at some point, and cold sweat was seeping from his forehead.

Upon hearing Minister Zhou's instructions, the others were startled, and those who hadn't looked closely before quickly flipped back to examine the document more closely.

At this moment, someone next to Liu Huanfa couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up: "Comrade Wenyong, why aren't you saying anything? Don't lower your head just because Minister Zhou gave instructions. Literary and artistic workers have no right to speak without conducting research. Why don't you take a look at how the draft is written? What if it really doesn't suit your taste? We're having a meeting to brainstorm and solve problems democratically. You're welcome to speak up and express your personal opinions!"

Cough cough

"Alright, let Comrade Wenyong take a look first. Has everyone finished looking?" Wu Changshui interrupted in time. Liu Huanfa also glanced at the number one henchman beside him, indicating that it was enough. Zhao Wenyong had already lost face today, and any further action would be disrupting unity.

Seeing everyone raise their heads, Wu Changshui glanced at Liu Huanfa and nodded slightly.

"Comrades, this article is indeed well written. It is a good thing that a college student has such a vision and foresight, and dares to offer suggestions for the development of our country. This also reflects the strong patriotism of our students, which is worth promoting."

"In the past, many people said that our journal only published articles by great writers and authors, and it was difficult for ordinary people to stand out. I think this is a good opportunity to showcase ourselves to the public, especially considering the author's identity as a student, which is enough to serve as a role model."

Liu Huanfa spoke slowly, and everyone present nodded in agreement.

Those who can do this job must have discernment. Now that Liu Huanfa has raised this issue again, they naturally know what to do.

"I think this suggestion is acceptable..."

……

The meeting lasted half an hour, and everyone finally agreed to publish Chu Shijun's book as the main article in this issue of the Earth supplement. As long as the quality of subsequent articles is maintained, the same standard will be followed. The last article will be discussed later to see if it can be included in the main issue.

Ultimately, Liu Huanfa took charge of the matter personally, deciding that he would represent the newspaper in handling it and contact Chu Shijun.

Therefore, after the meeting, Liu Huanfa thought for a moment and immediately decided to make the trip himself.

He could tell that Minister Zhou was very satisfied with this student.

It was recommended by her niece; who knows, this person might become Minister Zhou's relative in the future.

Even if it doesn't work out, the quality of this book means that his trip will show that he values ​​it. If it causes a sensation in the future, his name might even be mentioned.

……

Soon, another day passed, and it was Thursday.

Chu Shijun, who had just finished class, was preparing to go to the library with Pei Qianqian.

As soon as I stepped out of the classroom, I saw Gao Yuliang walking over.

"Teacher Gao."

"Shijun, a director surnamed Liu from the Daxia Daily is looking for you. At his request, I brought him to our department's small conference room. What is this...?" Gao Yuliang wanted to know what his student had done to warrant a deputy director-level official coming to see him personally.

"So fast!" Chu Shijun's eyes lit up. "Professor Gao, I've written a book and am preparing to publish it in the Daxia Daily..."

"Let's talk when you come over for dinner tonight. Qianqian is coming too, so we don't keep her waiting." Gao Yuliang interrupted, making way for the crowd around him.

"Okay, Professor Gao, we'll head over now."

Chu Shijun nodded and led Pei Qianqian quickly toward the small meeting room of the Department of Political Science and Law.

"Qianqian, I remember you said last time that your aunt is the director of the Daxia Daily, is that right?" Chu Shijun asked curiously.

Pei Qianqian felt a little guilty. What kind of director at the Daxia Daily could compare to her aunt? She shook her head and said, "My aunt's surname isn't Liu. I've never heard of that before. I guess it's because your manuscript is too good."

Chu Shijun glanced at Pei Qianqian's eyes darting left and right, and chuckled inwardly. He went along with her words and said, "I see. I guess this Director Liu is here to discuss the price."