The detachment leader asked curiously: "Zhang Junfeng, I remember your hometown is Pujiang, right? There is also mining experience there?"

"Report to Team Li,"

At this moment, Zhang Junfeng can finally tell the truth in a down-to-earth manner:

"Actually, I saw the news in a newspaper in my hometown. It said that dianthus is actually the companion flower of gold mines."

"What else did the newspaper say?"

When Zhang Junfeng pulled out a piece of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" from his bag, the detachment leader took it as if he had found a treasure...

A few days later, the Oriental Metropolis Newspaper office in Pujiang received a letter of thanks from the Golden Army.

When Jiang Shan read the letter and put it down, he realized that everyone in the room was staring at him.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Shan said with a smile, "What's there to see?"

Cai Wensheng narrowed his eyes and said: "Chief Jiang, you wrote those two manuscripts, right?"

"You're really amazing!" Rong Bin truly admired him: "If I were the leader of the Golden Army, I would definitely recruit you."

"Just laugh if you want to," Jiang Hai looked at the third child's look and said, "Don't hold it in too much."

"It's a coincidence," Jiang Shan smiled brightly:

"I've always been greedy for money, and I usually like to collect some tips for finding treasures. I didn't expect that the organization would see them."

"What a pity," Rong Bin smiled and shook his head: "It's a pity that you didn't pick up a single grain of gold yourself."

"Who says it isn't!"

After saying that, Jiang Shan picked up the letter on the table again.

The next day, a news item was clearly published on the front page of the Oriental Metropolis Daily: "A huge gold mine has been discovered in a county in Anhui and can be mined for 20 years."

Yanjing People's Education Press, the book "How to Write Good Pen Calligraphy" has received a notice of approval for distribution.

"Has the royalties been sent out?"

After confirming the book cover, President Zhu Ling casually warned: "After the copybook is printed, don't forget to send a few copies to the author."

"Don't worry, President Zhu, the manuscript fee and the book will not be delayed."

"Um,"

President Zhu nodded and looked at the name of the author Jiang Shan on the cover of the book: "By the way, I will also send a few copies to the three authors of the preface."

"Okay, President Zhu."

Just as Jiangshan's copybooks were being sent to the printing factory, Wen Huaisha led Pang Zhonghua to Dean Jiang Feng's home.

The climate in Yanjing these days is too dry, and Dean Jiang's health is obviously not as good as it was a while ago.

Accompanied by a cough, Pang Zhonghua finally met the long-awaited Dean Jiang of the Academy of Fine Arts.

"Hello, Dean Jiang,"

After Wen Huaisha's introduction, Pang Zhonghua quickly said hello to Jiang Feng respectfully.

"Sit down and talk," Jiang Feng nodded, then opened the manuscript in his hand.

If he hadn't seen Jiang Shan's pen handwriting, Dean Jiang would definitely have caught the gay man in front of him and praised him fiercely.

Unfortunately, Jiangshan is well aware of the truth of preconceptions.

He rushed to deliver his manuscript to the key people as soon as possible.

"It's well written." Dean Jiang flipped through a few pages and then closed them: "Do you also want to publish a fountain pen copybook?"

Pang Zhonghua didn’t know why Dean Jiang added the word “ye”:

"I have been practicing fountain pen calligraphy for many years, and everyone praised my beautiful handwriting, so... I was thinking about whether I should publish a fountain pen calligraphy book."

"Yes," Dean Jiang nodded: "This is a good idea. Now that the whole society is writing with pen calligraphy, it is necessary to have a few more copybooks."

Wen Huaisha touched his beard, looked at Jiang Feng and said with a smile: "It's a pity that the comrades in the publishing house are not as aware as you."

"I also know some of the specific situation," Jiang Feng coughed twice and pondered for a while: "The publishing house in Yanjing must not think about it..."

"Oh?" Wen Huaisha was stunned for a moment: "Why is this?"

Dean Jiang waved his hand, signaling the other party not to ask any more questions:

"Let's do this. I'll call the publishing house in Tianjin in two days. Whether it can happen... depends on Comrade Xiao Pang's luck."

Some things seem to be different from what Wen Huaisha expected.

In his opinion, Jiang Feng should have the best relationship with Yanjing Publishing House.

Why did the matter go to Tianjin now?

I don’t know what’s going on here.

Forget it, as Jiang Yuan just said, everything still depends on Pang Zhonghua's own luck.

…

After leaving the airport, Yu Sigui took a deep breath of the Pujiang air.

"Hey," she laughed with a look of disgust on her face: "Why do they all smell like country?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and glanced at the two suitcases beside him.

One of them was specially prepared by Yu Sigui for Jiang Shan.

"Comrade Jiangshan," she couldn't help but laugh: "Comrade Yu Sigui is here!"

Dozens of minutes later, a small taxi slowly stopped in front of the Oriental Metropolis Newspaper office.

Dragging two suitcases, Yu Sigui couldn't wait to run to the animation wall.

"Wow,"

After a few wows, Yu Sigui suddenly felt that his eyes were not enough.

After looking carefully several times, Miss Yu walked back to the "Happy Coke" advertising wall.

Pure blue sky and white clouds.

Green grass, green trees, beside the creek...

A group of well-known animated characters sit comfortably in the embrace of nature.

A bottle of Happy Coke on each paw made Yu Sigui laugh unconsciously.

"This painting is so interesting," the girl looked at the advertising wall and murmured to herself:

"Even people who are in a bad mood will laugh when they see it."

The word "healing" is Jiangshan's definition for this advertising painting.

It's a pity that Miss Yu now doesn't know that these two words can also be used in paintings.

At this moment, Jiang Shan, who was sitting in the office, was lying on the table coloring a cartoon.

For several months, the delivery time of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" has been ranked at the bottom of the post office's schedule.

As for the delivery situation in remote areas, we can't even look at it.

The most annoying thing is that according to the feedback from newspaper reporters, the situation of other newspapers is better than that of Oriental Metropolis Daily.

Not only can it be delivered to urban newsstands at 6 a.m. in the morning, but delivery in remote areas will not take more than two days.

It is completely different from what happened in Oriental Metropolis Daily in two to one week.

Although editor-in-chief Jiang Hai made a special trip to communicate with the post office about this matter, the reply he received was still the same:

The Post Office's delivery team has limited manpower and can only go according to the previous time schedule.

Faced with this matter, Jiangshan had no way to deal with it.

After all, the other party is the big postal brother who has to give up three points to the Propaganda Department.

We can only hope to save the country through curves and break through from a distance.

I don’t know if this method is effective, but he’s really good at painting now!

"What are you painting?"

Suddenly, Jiang Shan was stunned by a familiar voice behind him.

After raising his head suddenly, he saw a beautiful figure in a trance: "Yu...Comrade Sigui?"

"Pfft," Yu Sigui burst out laughing. She had expected that Jiang Shan would call her this.

Then, he stretched out a hand and said formally: "Hello, Comrade Jiangshan."

Jiang Shan said nothing more, just looked at the person in front of him and smiled lightly, and then said: "We haven't seen you for so long, do you miss me?"

With just one brush, Yu Sigui's face instantly turned red.
Chapter completed!