The system is cheating? ?

The woman named Xiao Fei also followed, and hearing Zhao Dongchuan's words, she asked in surprise.

Zhang Jian also reacted at this time, immediately getting up happily and walking over.

The staff in the editorial office, who were originally busy with their own work, felt inexplicably familiar with the name “Zhao Dongchuan” and all paused for a moment, thinking about it.

“Oh, isn’t Zhao Dongchuan the author of the poem ‘love of life’!” The short-haired elder sister also reacted and blurted it out.

It was no wonder they felt familiar; it was because the Chief Editor had specifically convened an internal meeting to discuss whether this poem could be published normally.

They were naturally familiar with the name of the poem’s author—Zhao Dongchuan.

Zhang Jian walked up to Zhao Dongchuan at this time, extended both hands, and tightly shook his hand, saying, “Comrade Xiao Zhao, you’ve finally arrived!”

Zhao Dongchuan also hurriedly said, “Editor Zhang, I’m very sorry, I was too busy a while ago and couldn’t make it. This time I’ve come to have a good talk with you. I wonder if it’s convenient?”

“Convenient, why wouldn’t it be convenient? Let’s go, let’s find a place to have a good talk!” Zhang Jian, no longer bothered by his previous worries, said with a cheerful laugh.

With that, he led Zhao Dongchuan, about to leave.

“Old Zhang, you’re in too much of a hurry, aren’t you? Aren’t you going to introduce him to us?” Suddenly, a man in a Zhongshan suit in front spoke up.

As soon as he said that, everyone else immediately started chattering.

Zhao Dongchuan clearly felt that the atmosphere seemed a bit off at this moment.

This Zhang Jian seemed to be targeted?

“Old Zhang, you’re in such a hurry, are you afraid we’ll snatch him from you?” A female editor, wrapped in a scarf and wearing a floral dress, also retorted.

Zhang Jian, leading Zhao Dongchuan, was at a loss, neither able to leave nor stay.

[Ding, system task triggered. Task content: Help Editor Zhang Jian escape his isolated situation. Task duration: 30 days. Task reward: 3 lottery chances. Task failure: Randomly deduct one item. Completion progress: 0/1]

Zhao Dongchuan was speechless, complaining wildly in his heart!!!

The system came back to life!!!!

Heaven knows, he hadn't triggered a task in a long time; he thought the system was dead!

Zhao Dongchuan was both surprised and delighted. Good! Good! Good!

As long as the system is alive, it's good, hehe!!! He suppressed the excitement in his heart, showing no emotion on his face. (Calm, calm, it's just a system task, why be so excited!!!)

“What are you all doing? He’s traveled a long way; let Teacher Zhang take the guest to rest!”

Xiao Fei, seeing the situation, spoke up.

Everyone, seeing the girl named “Xiao Fei” speak, seemed to have some reservations and fell silent.

“Teacher Zhang, Poet Zhao, let’s go!” Xiao Fei said, blinking.

Zhang Jian nodded and smiled, saying in a low voice, “Xiao Fei, thank you!” Zhao Dongchuan also had a better impression of the girl now; this little girl was not bad.

Gu Fengling had originally wanted to come and watch the fun, but upon hearing Zhao Dongchan's name and seeing Xiao Fei's attitude towards Zhao Dongchuan, he felt a little jealous and finally just left. He didn't want to see this guy again for now; he was annoying. So what if he could write poetry? One day he would write a few poems too…

Subsequently, Zhao Dongchuan, led by Zhang Jian, arrived at a reception room, a place specifically for entertaining guests to discuss matters. Xiao Fei, like a shadow, also followed him in.

Zhang Jian also looked helpless, unable to do anything about her.

Zhao Dongchuan, seeing this situation, probably had a rough idea in his mind. Was this a “second generation” or “third generation” with a background?

“Xiao Zhao, is it okay if I call you that?” Zhang Jian adjusted his glasses and said.

“Editor Zhang, you can just call me Xiao Zhao!”

“You don’t need to keep calling me Editor Zhang. How about this, I’m a few years older than you, just call me Old Zhang!”

“I’m very happy you could come. The poem you wrote earlier received an excellent response; it was inspiring, and everyone was very moved!” Zhang Jian paused and continued.

“So we invited you to the provincial capital for a face-to-face meeting. We mainly want to discuss your future development and commission manuscripts. If you have new works later, you can prioritize our magazine, and of course, we will prioritize reviewing them!” Zhang Jian, without much beating around the bush, spoke sincerely and directly.

Zhao Dongchuan smiled slightly and said, “Old Zhang, to be honest, I actually came prepared this time!”

Saying that, Zhao Dongchuan took out a large stack of neatly organized manuscripts from his bag.

“This is a novel I’ve written during this period, set against the backdrop of the yellow earth…” Zhao Dongchuan then roughly introduced the story content.

“Xiao Zhao, your speed is impressive! It hasn’t been long, and you’ve already brought me a big gift!” Zhang Jian said, surprised.

Saying that, he took the manuscript and started reading it.

“Can I look at that manuscript later?” Xiao Fei, who was standing by, suddenly asked Zhao Dongchuan.

Zhao Dongchuan glanced at her and said, “You can look at it, but first, let Old Zhang review it and see if it meets the standards.”

Zhang Jian was deeply engrossed, and at this moment, only the sound of turning pages remained in the room. His expression slowly changed from a smile to a somber one…

After about half an hour, having read a small portion, Zhang Jian stopped and sighed, “It’s very well written. I’ve read a part of it; it’s a novella, and it has significant critical meaning!”

Then Zhang Jian put away the manuscript and handed it back to Zhao Dongchuan.

“This novel is excellent. I think it can be directly published in our next issue of Yan River journal. However, the specific format still needs to be reported to and confirmed with the Chief Editor.”

Saying that, he was about to lead Zhao Dongchuan to find the Chief Editor for a discussion.

“Hey, hey, hey, didn’t you say you’d let me look at the manuscript?” Xiao Fei, seeing Zhao Dongchuan put the manuscript back into his bag, quickly stood up to block the doorway, saying anxiously.

“Well, we’re in a hurry to see the Chief Editor now to confirm this matter, Xiao Fei, you see…” Zhang Jian said softly.

“No rush right now. When it can be published, I’ll get you a few signed copies!” Zhao Dongchuan, seeing Xiao Fei blocking the door, also had a headache. This kind of young lady couldn’t be hit or scolded, only coaxed.

“You said it! I’ll be waiting!” Xiao Fei, seeing Zhao Dongchuan’s reply, was a little happier and moved aside.

Subsequently, Zhao Dongchuan, led by Zhang Jian and Xiao Fei, headed straight for the Chief Editor’s office.

On the way, they met many colleagues from the magazine, who all greeted Xiao Fei warmly. Xiao Fei also responded cheerfully, not like the arrogant young ladies portrayed in TV shows.

It seemed Zhao Dongchuan had been narrow-minded. Thinking about it, it was a special period, and perhaps the girl's parents and relatives had just emerged from the movement. Xiao Fei probably suffered a lot when she was young.

Thinking this, Zhao Dongchuan smiled. His perspective was still too small!