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The poetry and prose writing competition for college students had long ended, but the students' enthusiasm had not waned. Gu Tong'an went to the mailroom, filled a box with letters, and laboriously carried it to the supplement editor's office.

After walking for a while, Gu Tong'an was really tired, so she put down the letter and rested for a bit.

Originally, these letters were all to be discarded, but Teacher Zhou said, "Let's take a quick look, just in case there are any good articles."

This is the last batch of letters. If there are any more calls for submissions, they will be rejected and returned via the original route.

After reading through these manuscripts, Gu Tong'an should start school soon.

Gu Tong'an gained a lot from her short two-month summer job.

I read a lot of mediocre drafts, but also some insightful and emotionally resonant articles.

Some of these college students took exams at school, while many more had worked their way up from various industries.

Having experienced the hardships of life, their writing resonates with readers.

Catching his breath, Gu Tong'an stood up, clutching the box. A familiar figure approached from afar, and he quickly turned around, staring blankly with his head down.

"What are you doing here?"

It's my father, Gu Yongqiang.

"Mm," Gu Tong'an replied.

"Weren't you working at the hospital cleaning up people's excrement and urine? How come you're at the newspaper office?" Gu Yongqiang frowned and questioned.

"Help a friend."

"Oh, then you go ahead with your work, I'll go to the news department."

Gu Yongqiang is the chairman of the cement factory's labor union. When there are major news events in the company, he writes a draft and sends it to the newspaper's news department. If it has news value, the news department will publish it.

Gu Yongqiang left, and Gu Tong'an, carrying the box, went straight to the supplement office.

Wow, there are so many!

The editors in the supplement section exclaimed in surprise; after reading through the call for submissions for two months, they were utterly exhausted.

"This is the last box. I'll try to finish reading it today. The remaining manuscripts can be published for a month, so you can all get a good rest."

Zhou Wenhui walked out of the editor-in-chief's office and encouraged everyone.

"Can we take two days off?"

"Yes, each person can rest for two days, but they can't rest together; they can only take turns."

"Wow, that's great! Long live the editor-in-chief!"

The editors happily opened the manuscript.

"Gu Tong'an, come to my office for a moment," Zhou Wenhui called out to Gu Tong'an.

Inside the office, Zhou Wenhui took out an envelope and said, "This is your salary for this month. I gave you an extra five yuan bonus. Gu Tong'an, you did a great job and were very diligent. If our supplement needs temporary workers in the future, I will continue to look for you. Once you're done today, you don't need to come in tomorrow. It's time to prepare for the start of the school year."

"But I still have five days left in this month."

"There's nothing else to do. I've been exhausted for two months, so I'm going to have a good long sleep."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhou."

"You're too kind, aren't you? Gu Tong'an, study hard. I think coming to the newspaper after you graduate would be a good choice for you," Zhou Wenhui suggested casually.

"Can...can I work at the newspaper?"

"Of course, you're educated and reliable, and our newspaper needs someone like you. Of course, it also depends on whether you're willing to come."

"Yes, I am very willing. I will definitely live up to Teacher Zhou's expectations."

"Okay, go to work now. We'll go see you and Yao Xing when Qiaoqiao comes back."

"Yang Qiao hasn't returned yet?"

"No, I was harvesting wheat and digging potatoes back in my hometown. I was exhausted this summer."

"She...she's still working in the fields?"

"Yes, her family is from the countryside, and they have so much wheat at home, so we definitely need to help. My legs aren't good, so I can't help even if I wanted to. By the way, Qiaoqiao got a tan. When she goes back to school, please don't laugh at her." Zhou Wenhui anxiously pleaded.

"How could that be? Teacher Zhou, you're so good to Yang Qiaozhen."

Gu Tong'an felt a little envious; his ideal love was like that of Teacher Zhou and Yang Qiao.

"Yang Qiao is very good to me too. Marriage is a two-way street," Zhou Wenhui said with a smile, his eyes full of happiness.

"I wish Teacher Zhou and Yang Qiao happiness forever and ever," Gu Tong'an said sincerely.

"Thanks!"

Zhou Wenhui beamed with joy, and a wave of emotion washed over him as he thought of his wife, who was tanned as dark as charcoal.

Shouldn't she go home too?

Gu Tong'an walked out of the editor-in-chief's office, preparing to review the manuscript with the other editors, when she saw Gu Yongqiang standing at the door, looking around.

"Hello, who is it?" Editor Xiao Gao asked loudly.

"I……"

Gu Tong'an turned her head and saw Gu Yongqiang.

"dad……"

With a forced greeting, Xiao Gao immediately put on a smiling face: "Tong An, your father, Uncle, come in and sit down."

Gu Yongqiang smiled humbly: "No need, I need to speak with Tong An about something."

In the hallway, Gu Tong'an asked calmly, "Is something the matter?"

"Tong An, are you familiar with the people at the newspaper?"

"What's wrong?"

"I was submitting a press release, and the news department said their schedule was already booked until next month, but our cement plant's article had to be published."

Provincial leaders are coming to Huailin City for an industrial symposium. Our cement plant's publicity efforts haven't been adequate. The plant manager said this press release represents the cement plant's image and attitude, and we need to make a good impression on the provincial leaders. If you know anyone here, could you ask around and get our cement plant's press release sent out first?

"Dad, I'm only here temporarily to help out; I don't have that much influence."

"Even a delivery worker knows a few people, right? Go ask around; if this article can't be published, the factory manager will blame you."

"If it's so important, why didn't you send it over sooner?"

"I... I was on vacation and went on a trip. In the past, when I submitted my work to the newspaper, it would be published the next day. Who knew that other companies got the news of the symposium and all wanted to make a good impression on the provincial leaders?"

Gu Yongqiang was somewhat annoyed.

Gu Tong'an felt a pang of sadness. "You all went on vacation, and you never thought of me, did you?"

"I can't help you, you'll have to figure it out yourself."

Gu Tong'an turned to go inside, just as Zhou Wenhui came out, and the two bumped into each other.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Zhou Wenhui asked casually, and Gu Tong'an turned to go into the editing room. Gu Yongqiang called out, "Tong'an, help your dad!"

Zhou Wenhui stopped. "Tong An, your father?"

"Mmm." Gu Tong'an lowered her head.

Zhou Wenhui looked at Gu Yongqiang and asked, "Is there some trouble?"

"Yes, yes, comrade, could you please help me? This press release from our cement plant must be released before the newly appointed vice governor comes to Huailin for a symposium. Otherwise, the factory director will make things difficult for me." Gu Yongqiang said with a mournful face.

"Oh, it seems important. Why don't you give me the press release and I'll give it a try?"

Zhou Wenhui thought to himself, what can that old fox do with a press release after holding a symposium?

Want to leave a good impression? Is the old fox someone who judges by appearances?

If he wants to implement reforms, these enterprises will have to show their true strengths; otherwise, alas, things are about to get rough with Huailin—no, a violent storm is about to break out.

"Thank you, thank you. May I ask your name?" Gu Yongqiang was extremely grateful.

"I'm the editor-in-chief of the supplement, and Gu Tong'an is helping me during the summer vacation. He's a very outstanding young man," Zhou Wenhui praised.

"Isn't he taking care of patients at the hospital?" Gu Yongqiang asked in confusion.

"Oh, he wanted to do odd jobs at the hospital, but I snatched him away. The work in our editorial department is not something ordinary people can do. It's a bit of a waste for a college graduate like him to take care of patients."

Zhou Wenhui noticed that Gu Tongan and his father were not on good terms, so he went along with what Gu Yongqiang had said.

"Yes, thank you for your concern, leader. This kid doesn't tell me anything," Gu Yongqiang said awkwardly.

"Tong An's father, you can go back now. If all goes well, your cement factory's press release should be published within three days."

"Thank you so much, thank you so much." Gu Yongqiang bowed his head and bent over, very humble.

Gu Tong'an watched coldly. He wasn't always so assertive; he was only assertive in front of her and her mother.

An indescribable sorrow welled up in my heart, and my nose felt sore.

"Tong An, go ahead and get busy."

Seeing Gu Tong'an's indifferent expression, Zhou Wenhui didn't ask any further questions, but gave her a reminder.

"Yes, Teacher Zhou."

The son of the cement factory union chairman is going to work a summer job and is still living in Yao Xing's dilapidated house. Gu Tong'an must have suffered a lot of grievances at home.

Zhou Wenhui took the press release to the news department. He wasn't giving face to Gu Yongqiang, but to Gu Tong'an.