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

"Go ahead and write it if you want. At worst, I, as your teacher, will take the blame for two years. However, it's not really appropriate for your book to be published in the Da Xia Daily. You could consider the Handong Daily, or you could try the Da Xia Daily," Gao Yuliang suggested.

"Yes, teacher, that's what I'm thinking too if I really have to write it."

The most suitable place to publish "Those Things of the Ming Dynasty" is in some magazines, not in more formal official newspapers. Although if he wanted, the Daxia Daily would be fine, but the "Rise of a Great Power" series is still being serialized there. If he really wanted to write 1566, he could put it there.

As for the stories about the Ming Dynasty, the Handong Daily could consider publishing them there, as they were part of his core audience.

He has an appointment this afternoon, so I can see how things go and then consider this matter.

"You have your own ideas, and you know what to do. I don't need to worry about you. If it were Tongwei, I would have to talk to him."

The two chatted for a while longer, and the meal was soon ready.

After dinner, Chu Shijun and Pei Qianqian returned to school, took a walk for a while, and then sat in the library.

……

At four o'clock, Chu Shijun from the Handong Provincial Writers Association arrived here.

In the morning, he received a notification at school that the Handong Writers Association had sent an invitation for him to go there in the afternoon.

The person who made the invitation was Chu Shengyuan, chairman of the Handong Writers Association.

Upon entering the building, Chu Shijun identified himself, and the staff immediately led him upstairs to Chu Shengyuan's office.

A few seconds later, the door opened. The secretary who had gone in to inform them was left behind. The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man, tall and thin, with thick hair, a somewhat long face, and bright eyes. This man was Chu Shengyuan.

Upon hearing from his secretary that Chu Shijun had arrived, he immediately came over to open the door himself.

"Is this Shijun? Come in quickly. My secretary is being inconsiderate; you're my invited guest, and I'm making you wait outside." Chu Shengyuan was very enthusiastic, and waved to the staff member who led Chu Shijun up.

"Xiao Hu, serve tea."

"Chairman Chu, you're too kind. Besides, Director Hu was just doing what the work principles dictate." Chu Shijun helped him out of the awkward situation. He knew that the other party was just doing this for his benefit. Xiao Hu, who was pouring tea, gave him a grateful look.

"Haha, what Chairman Chu? I heard you're the president of the Wuhan University Student Union, so you're Chairman Chu too," Chu Shengyuan joked. "Want a smoke?"

"Take a little,"

Chu Shijun nodded, took out his cigarettes first, and offered one to the other person.

Upon catching sight of the cigarette pack, Chu Shengyuan's gaze sharpened. Taking advantage of the moment he lit the cigarette, he glanced at the cigarette in his hand and said nonchalantly, "This cigarette is quite good, Shijun."

"It was given to me by my elders; he can't finish it all," Chu Shijun said calmly as he lit a cigarette.

Sometimes relationships are meant to be displayed, especially when the other party doesn't seem to have any ulterior motives, as this can put you in a more advantageous position.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Chu Shengyuan started to build rapport, "Don't call me Chairman Chu anymore. We both have the surname Chu, we're family. Going back five hundred years, we were one family. Just call me Uncle Chu, and I'll call you Shijun."

"Okay, Uncle Chu."

"Hehe, that's more like it."

Chu Shengyuan smiled with satisfaction; this young man knew how to handle things.

"Shijun, last year, Secretary Lichun talked to me and said that your book was very good. He suggested that our Writers Association consider it to bring in fresh blood. I read your book later and it was very well written. I was thinking of contacting you when I had time, but you were busy writing a report at the time, so it was delayed until now. Please don't mind."

As Chu Shengyuan spoke, he also wanted to slap himself.

At the time, he thought Chu Shijun's book was decent, but after all, he was just a student. He mentioned it to the Writers' Association and then didn't pay any more attention to it. Who would have thought that the people below him would be so slow in their work.

It wasn't until later that the provincial party committee and government issued instructions, saying that Chu Shijun needed to write a report.

When he contacted Zhao Lichun again, he was scolded and told to contact him again after the New Year.

Looking back now, if he had known earlier that Chu Shijun was no ordinary man, he would have personally gone to Han Da to pay him a visit.

Fortunately, it's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost. Judging from Chu Shijun's attitude, he can roughly tell what kind of person the other party is.

"Uncle Chu, what are you saying? You're busy with the Writers' Association, and I really didn't have time to write my report back then. Now is just right." Chu Shijun naturally didn't say anything more.

To his surprise, it was Zhao Lichun who made the suggestion.

That timeframe must have been before he was asked to write the report.

Is Chu Shengyuan one of Zhao Lichun's men?

"That's good, that's good."

Across from him, Chu Shengyuan nodded slightly after hearing Chu Shijun's words, while also seeming to be deep in thought. He didn't thank Zhao Lichun at all, not even mentioning him, which meant he didn't want to get involved with him. So, he had to show his gratitude.

"Hey, Secretary Zhao just mentioned it casually at the time. It's my fault for not studying it properly. If you, a great writer, were contacted by other places, then it would be my mistake in my work."

Oh, it's not one of Zhao Lichun's people. It seems they're just wary of his status as a member of the Standing Committee. To become the chairman of the Writers Association at the ministerial level, even though it's a sinecure, he must have someone behind him. Who could it be?

After figuring out his relationship with Zhao Lichun, Chu Shijun felt relieved and said with a smile, "I study at Handong University. If I am fortunate enough to join, the Handong Writers Association will definitely be one of my top choices."

He is from Shaanxi Province. In principle, he should be a native of the province to join the provincial writers' association, but there are exceptions, such as special talent introduction or working and studying in the province.

Therefore, currently only the Qin Province Writers Association and the Handong Province Writers Association can decide whether to allow him to join.

"It seems that Shi Jun also has this idea. That's great. Our Handong Writers Association welcomes a talented writer like you, Shi Jun." Chu Shengyuan's eyes lit up, and he wanted to make a decision.

As for the Shaanxi Provincial Writers Association, I don't care about that.

They didn't even invite people from their own province, instead picking on those who're all cutthroat. It's their own fault that good people get caught by other provinces first. (Just kidding, I'm from Shaanxi province myself.)

"Oh, Uncle Chu, this isn't right. After all, I'm from Qin Province..."

Chu Shijun feigned hesitation.

"Hey, the Qin Province Writers Association hasn't contacted you yet. Besides, you can be an honorary director or honorary writer. It won't delay things in Qin Province." Chu Shengyuan said with a smile, "It's settled then. We'll finalize it in the next couple of days."

Honorary directors and honorary writers are appointed, not considered members, so even if the Qin Province Writers Association invites Chu Shijun in the future, it won't affect him. (This is from research; please point out any errors.)

"Alright, since you've said so, it would be rather rude of me to refuse."

"Hahaha,"