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

The next day, Sunday.

Starting in the early hours of the morning, various newspapers began printing today's Daxia Daily and this issue's Dadi supplement.

Starting at 6 a.m., deliveries began in cities such as Beijing, Shanghai, and Jingzhou, while other counties and districts would print and distribute the packages in batches until the following day.

I have a habit of subscribing to newspapers, and there's already a copy of today's daily newspaper in the private room outside my house.

A ministry in Beijing.

A young man took the delivered daily newspaper and began delivering it to various offices, starting with the minister's office.

In a spacious and bright office, a sprightly old man was writing something at his desk. After the secretary knocked on the door and came in, he placed the newspaper that had just been delivered on the table. "Minister, this is today's daily newspaper."

"Huh, so early today?"

The old man gave a soft "hmm," closed his pen, and waved his hand, saying, "Bring me a cup of tea in half an hour."

"Okay, Secretary."

After the secretary left, the old man picked up the newspaper and first read the main section carefully, word by word, paying particular attention to the important news, international affairs, economics, and other news items.

Once he reached his position, reading the newspaper became an essential daily activity. After reading it, he would have his secretary examine the parts he had circled or marked in more detail.

About half an hour later, the old man finished reading the first seven pages, which was the main publication, and made some rough markings. Then he came to the eighth page, the Earth supplement, which contained some literary works.

At this moment, his secretary also came in and brought over a cup of tea at the temperature that the old man usually drank.

After seeing an article published on page eight, the old man became interested and put down his teacup.

"The Rise of a Great Power? That's quite an imposing name. Chu Shijun, a third-year law student at Handong University..."

"It's from Handong University, then I'll have to take a closer look."

The old man's eyes lit up. He was the president of Handong University back then. He wouldn't be too surprised if it were a university professor. It was really novel to suddenly see an article by a student from Handong University in such an authoritative newspaper.

It took the old man about ten minutes to finish reading the whole article. He didn't pay any more attention to the other articles in the supplement, even those by authors he usually liked to read.

He pressed a button on the table, and soon his secretary rushed in through the door.

"Xiao Zhang, there's a very good article in today's newspaper supplement. The author is a college student, yet he has such foresight and a heart for the country. Let the other comrades take a look. We also work in the political and legal field, so let's see how well this law student writes and give him some encouragement." The old man pointed to the newspaper on the table and said with a smile.

The secretary immediately understood, realizing that the article must have been written by the student from Han University. He had just seen it as well, and immediately acknowledged that he understood.

After the secretary left, the old man picked up the newspaper on the table and looked at it again. Then he picked up one of the telephones on the table and made a call.

After the call connected, the old man quickly said, "Old Liu, have you had breakfast? Did you read today's newspaper? Take a look at page eight. It was written by a student from Handong University. His evaluation is..."

The call was disconnected, and the old man immediately dialed another one.

"Old Hu, I remember you used to be at Beijing University. Look at today's newspaper, there's an article written by one of our students from Handong University..."

"Oh, it's Lao Xu? How did you know a student at our Handong University wrote a great article...?"

After making four or five phone calls, the old man's fatigue from reading the newspaper dissipated considerably, and he then called Handong.

Handong University, President's Office.

The president, who had just returned to his office, hadn't even had a chance to sit down when the rarely used phone on his desk rang. He quickly picked it up and said, "This is Jiang Tiankuo, the president of Handong University."

"It's Tiankuo, I'm Huang Wenjing."

Hearing the old man's voice on the phone, Jiang Tiankuo relaxed and smiled, saying, "Oh, it's Elder Huang. Is that you over here?"

Have you read today's newspaper?

Jiang Tiankuo quickly picked up the daily newspaper that he hadn't had time to read yet.

"Eighth edition".

He quickly flipped to the eighth edition, and with a quick glance, he spotted the key point.

[The Rise of a Great Power, by Chu Shijun, a third-year student in the Department of Political Science and Law at Handong University.]

As a university student, since entering university, I have been deeply inspired by President Jiang Tiankuo's speech at the ceremony, in which he said that university students should... For the past two years, I have often read and studied, hoping to make some contributions to society and the country within my capacity and give back to society... Over the past two years, under the guidance of my mentor Gao Yuliang and other teachers, and with the help of the teachers and students of the university library... I have developed ideas for the book "The Rise of a Great Power" and have written and published it...

"Tiankuo, the school has done a great job under your leadership these past few years. It's wonderful that the students have such ideals and vision..."

Jiang Tiankuo listened respectfully, a smile on his face, and quickly said, "It's all thanks to the foundation laid by Elder Huang and all the seniors. It's because of the Party's good policies and leadership. I dare not take credit."

"Haha, you've been the principal for almost five years now, haven't you?" Old Huang chuckled.

"Thank you for your concern, teacher. Next year will be the fifth year," Jiang Tiankuo changed his address, his heart filled with anticipation.

"Okay, that's settled then. Next year marks the school's tenth anniversary, I'll go back and visit." Old Huang smiled and then hung up the phone.

Although he didn't hear any words of expectation, Jiang Tiankuo knew that he would have to step down as principal next year.

"Chu Shijun, what a good student, such a good student!"

Jiang Tiankuo plopped down and picked up the newspaper to read it carefully.

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On the other side, Gao Yuliang didn't wait for Chu Shijun to come and deliver it himself, or even for the newspapers and magazines ordered by the school to be delivered; he went and bought a copy himself.

Upon reading the article, his face lit up with a smile. He noticed that Gao Yuliang's name was specifically mentioned and that he was in the same group as the principal. He was extremely satisfied with this student.

"Director Gao, you've produced an excellent student!"

"Director Gao, congratulations..."

On his way to the office, some teachers were already congratulating him, and the envy in their words made him walk even more lightly.

The teachers whose names had been mentioned by Chu Shijun were all beaming with joy.

It can be said that today's Handong University is somewhat polarized.

Some teachers felt like they had just celebrated the New Year, while others looked at their students during class with a sense of disappointment and frustration, since people are naturally prone to comparisons.

Meanwhile, in the school library, Pei Qianqian looked at Chu Shijun curiously and asked, "Shijun, the newspapers have already been sent to the library, aren't you going to deliver them to Teacher Gao?"

"Look, you're in such a hurry. I've asked three or four times this morning. Professor Gao definitely has it. He might not even be in his office right now. Why are we making this trip? Let's go after the student council meeting this afternoon."

Chu Shijun knew this Teacher Gao very well. Before entering politics, Gao Yuliang was still a teacher and was far from being as calm as he would later become. He was probably already walking around with a newspaper in his hand.

And as he expected, not only Gao Yuliang, but all the teachers whose names were mentioned were showing off, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

This has led many teachers to marvel at how well Chu Shijun knows how to conduct himself.