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The novel has only been written for the time being, with a total of tens of thousands of words, but Shao Jingwen is still reading it with great interest.

Zhou Chen did not disturb Shao Jingwen. After eating, he just waited quietly.

This wait lasted for more than an hour.

"Teacher Shao, what do you think?"

Shao Jingwen took off his glasses, rubbed his sore eyes, and praised: "Xiao Zhou, the poems you wrote are really good, especially "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blooming" and "Love Life". They are absolutely excellent works that can be passed down to future generations."

Zhou Chen was immediately in awe. He didn't know Shao Jingwen's literary level, but the fact that he could tell these two best poems at a glance was enough to show that he had a strong level of appreciation.

"As for this novel, the plot is full of ups and downs. Although its literary value is slightly lower, for someone your age, being able to write such a long novel is already very outstanding."

Novels are different from short stories. Short stories can be constantly revised and every word can be carefully considered, but novels require strong control capabilities and do not require every sentence to be full of fancy words.

Shao Jingwen was amazed. He didn't expect that the person he met halfway was so outstanding. If he was trained further, he would definitely become an outstanding literary writer in the literary world in the future. He couldn't help but admire such a talent.

"Thank you, Teacher Shao. Your recognition is the greatest comfort to me." Zhou Chen said excitedly.

Shao Jingwen cleared his throat and asked, "Xiao Zhou, it would be a pity if such excellent poems and stories were not published so that more people could see them. Have you ever thought about publishing them?"

Zhou Chen was even happier: "Teacher Shao, do you mean that all my works can be published?"

Shao Jingwen said, "That's not the case. If it were a few years ago, all of your works could have been published, but the situation is a bit special now. Many of your poems are better not to be published, so as to avoid giving people a chance to criticize you. Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhou Chen nodded solemnly, "Teacher Shao, I understand what you mean. I just like writing, and I don't know much about national affairs. I'm afraid of touching taboos, so please give me more advice."

"of course."

Shao Jingwen agreed with a smile. Although it was the first time he met Zhou Chen, Zhou Chen's works had completely moved him and made him have a strong liking for Zhou Chen. Of course, he would not bear to see Zhou Chen go astray.

"Look, for example, this song, according to our opinion, is actually fine, but considering the current situation, I think it still needs to be revised. If it is really difficult to revise, then I suggest not publishing it. And this song... this sentence in this song also has some problems."

Zhou Chen listened carefully. Shao Jingwen had always lived in this era and was enjoying his old age in the TV series. This showed that he was not only capable, but also sensitive about national affairs, which was definitely worth learning.

The two chatted for a long time, and the hotel staff did not rush them. The more they talked, the more Shao Jingwen felt that Zhou Chen's knowledge was completely beyond what he should have at his age, and the more satisfied and appreciative he became.

"Bingkun, where do you work now?"

Zhou Chen replied: "Teacher Shao, I haven't started working yet. My family is a working class family with three children. My elder brother and sister responded to the country's call to go to the countryside. I am the only one at home now, and the street leaders haven't arranged a job for me yet."

"Oh, really? You haven't started working yet, so you shouldn't be that old."

Shao Jingwen was a little surprised, as he thought Zhou Chen had already started working.

"Just turned seventeen."

"Seventeen years old? You are really young and promising."

Shao Jingwen was surprised. He thought Zhou Chen should be young, but he didn't expect him to be so young.

Seventeen years old, which means Zhou Chen has never been to college, or even high school, but he has such profound knowledge and can write such beautiful and meaningful poems. He is simply a genius among geniuses.

Thinking of this, he wanted to recruit you even more, so he asked tentatively: "Bingkun, although this is the first time we meet today, I think we get along very well. You are very talented in literature. If you are just a worker, it would be a waste of your talent. I would like to invite you to work as a text editor in our publishing house. What do you think?"

Zhou Chen looked surprised: "Teacher Shao, can I? Will the street leaders agree?"

Shao Jingwen smiled and said, "If you have already been assigned a unit, it would be a bit troublesome, but you haven't joined the unit yet, so it's different. As long as the president of our company agrees, you should have a great chance of joining the publishing house as an editor."

"Besides your normal work as an editor, you can also write poems and articles. If they are published, you can get a fee, which is no worse than working in a factory."

It's not just as good as working in a factory, it's much better. However, this kind of thing cannot be said openly.

Zhou Chen hesitated and asked, "Can I really do this?"

Shao Jingwen said: "I think you have no problem. If you have no objection, I can help you talk to the president. There should be great hope."

He was just worrying about the lack of talented people in the magazine he was in charge of, and then Zhou Chen fell from the sky. As long as Zhou Chen was willing, he would risk his reputation and ask the president to help him get a position.

Zhou Chen was overjoyed. It would definitely be better if Shao Jingwen took the initiative to say this than if he himself said it.

"Teacher Shao, can I ask, if I work at a publishing house, will there be a staffing arrangement? I personally don't care much about it, but my parents care most about the staffing arrangement. If there is no staffing arrangement, I'm afraid they won't agree."

Shao Jingwen thought it was a big deal, but when he heard this, he immediately said, "Leave it to me. I promise that as long as I let you go to the publishing house, there will be a staffing position."

Many people are keeping an eye on the establishment of the publishing house, but as the editor-in-chief of a magazine, he still has some power. Now the publishing house is still short of people. Even if it is not short of people, he will fire one to make room for Zhou Chen.

He doesn't want to offend anyone, but he is not afraid of offending anyone. There are too many people who are just doing freeloading in publishing houses nowadays. It is not easy to meet a talented person, so he must not let him go.

Zhou Chen was even happier after getting Shao Jingwen's assurance, but for the sake of success rate, he spoke again.

"Teacher Shao, is this too much trouble for you?"

"No trouble, this is my job. Your excellent literary talent cannot be wasted."

"Thank you, thank you so much, Mr. Shao."

"Bingkun, you don't have to be so polite. I will do it for you tomorrow. Please leave me your address later. If it is done, I will come directly to inform you."

Zhou Chen immediately tore off a piece of paper and wrote down his home address.

"Teacher Shao, I don't know the specific work of an editor, but in addition to writing poems and stories, I can speak English and Russian. Will this help me with my work?"

Shao Jingwen was surprised: "You can speak English and Russian?"

Nowadays, there are very few people in China who can speak foreign languages. At least Shao Jingwen himself doesn’t know it. He can only speak a few sentences in English at most and doesn’t know a word of Russian.

Zhou Chen said: "I have learned English before, and I taught myself Russian, but it is not as good as English."

Shao Jingwen asked: "How is your English level? Can you communicate with foreigners? Can you translate English materials into Chinese?"

"It's not a problem to communicate with foreigners in English. It's also not a problem to translate. I can read a passage of English to Teacher Shao right now. Please listen."

"........."

Next, Zhou Chen recited an article in standard spoken English. Shao Jingwen felt a sense of awe after listening to it. He didn't understand it, but he felt something very special about it.

"Okay, Bingkun, I didn't expect you to have this ability. Now I can promise you that I can get you a job in our publishing house. Just wait for good news."

Whether it is literary ability or English and Russian, these are very important skills, and they are even more urgently needed talents for publishing houses.

Zhou Chen already knew Shao Jingwen's character from the TV series, so when he heard Shao Jingwen say this, he was completely relieved.

He naturally believed that with his abilities, he was more than qualified to work in a publishing house.

Shao Jingwen was indeed reliable. The next day when he went to work, he went to see the president of the publishing house and told him about the situation, hoping to recruit Zhou Chen into the publishing house.

At the entrance of the cinema, Aunt Zheng was feeling a little unwell today, so Zheng Juan took her brother to set up the stall. She was responsible for selling candied haws, while Zheng Guangming sat quietly beside them.

"Sister, I want some water."

After working for half a day and eating steamed buns at noon, Zheng Guangming felt thirsty, but because he couldn't see, he could only ask his sister Zheng Juan for help.

When Zheng Juan heard her brother calling her, she immediately took out the kettle from the car and poured water into the stainless steel cup.

"Don't worry, Guangming. I'll blow on it for you and let it cool down a little before drinking."

After cooling the water a little, Zheng Juan handed the cup to her brother: "Come on, Guangming, drink some water."

Zheng Guangming is only five or six years old and he is blind, so apart from staying at home, he must be accompanied by someone when he goes out.

After helping her brother drink water and putting the cup away, Zheng Juan heard someone wanting to buy candied haws.

"A bunch of candied haws."

"Ok."

Zheng Juan just raised her head to take the candied haws, but suddenly saw that the person in front of her was Zhou Chen, and her hand stopped immediately.

"It's you."

Zhou Chen smiled slightly and said, "Yes, it's me. Didn't I say I would come here often in the future?"

Zheng Juan was a bit flustered and said nervously: "Oh, oh, you didn't come a while ago, I thought you wouldn't come again."

"I was busy looking for a job a while ago."

"Oh."

Hearing that Zhou Chen didn't come because he was busy looking for a job, Zheng Juan felt very happy for some reason and took the candied haws to Zhou Chen in a leisurely manner.

"Have you settled on a job?"

“It hasn’t been finalized yet, but it should be close.”

Zhou Chen took out the candied haws and looked at Zheng Guangming who was sitting next to Zheng Juan and asked, "Is this your brother?"

Zheng Juan nodded and said, "Yes, he is my brother, Guangming."

Guangming heard the voice and turned towards Zhou Chen in confusion. He couldn't see, but he could tell that the voice came from this side.

"Excuse me, I'm taking the liberty to ask, your brother's eyes, aren't they?"

Zheng Juan answered truthfully: "My brother has a problem with his eyes and can't see."

Zhou Chen said: "Can you let me take a look? I know a little bit about medicine."

"Are you a doctor?" Zheng Juan asked in surprise.

"I'm not a formal doctor, but I know a little bit about medicine."

Zheng Juan didn't hold out much hope, but she nodded anyway: "Then I'll trouble you, Guangming, come here and let this brother take a look at your eyes."

Zhou Chen walked up to Guangming, put down what he was holding, opened his eyes and looked inside, then waved his hand in front of him and asked a few questions.

Finally, he shook his head with a hint of regret and said, "Your brother must have congenital amblyopia. He has been in a dark environment for a long time and has not protected his eyes well, which has caused his eyesight to deteriorate."

Zheng Juan didn't understand what Zhou Chen meant, so she just asked anxiously, "Then is there any cure for my brother's eyes?"

Zhou Chen sighed and said, "It's difficult."

If it were thirty or forty years later, Zhou Chen would definitely be able to cure it, but in this era, it is really too difficult.

In addition to the lack of corresponding equipment, etc., Guangming's eyes were not well protected since childhood, so his condition became more and more serious.

After hearing this, Zheng Juan sighed in disappointment, "It doesn't matter. Thank you anyway."

Zhou Chen said: "I didn't help much, I don't deserve your thanks."

"My name is Zheng Juan." Zheng Juan said suddenly.

Zhou Chen smiled and replied: "My name is Zhou Bingkun, I told you before."

"I know."

Zhou Chen waved at Zheng Juan, then turned and left.

Zheng Juan watched Zhou Chen leave, her heart unable to calm down for a long time. She seldom came into contact with men, but she was a woman after all, and she could feel that Zhou Chen treated her differently.

"Zhou Bingkun..."

Since the last time I met Shao Jingwen, he didn't show up for several days.

Zhou Chen was not in a hurry and waited patiently at home. He believed that with Shao Jingwen's character, he would definitely come and inform him even if he failed.

Although he was very confident, the current social environment was different from the social environment he had been exposed to in the past, and he was not absolutely sure whether Shao Jingwen could succeed.

Zhou Chen was lying on the bed, reading a copy of Jane Eyre. He had never read this book before, but in this age of scarce entertainment, he could still read it with great interest.

In the inner room, Li Suhua lit the kerosene lamp and continued knitting a sweater.

Zhou Chen had advised her many times not to knit sweaters at night as it was bad for her eyes, but Li Suhua simply couldn't sit still and still did her own thing.

"Zhou Bingkun, Zhou Bingkun..."

Suddenly there was a shout outside the yard, and Zhou Chen sat up immediately after hearing it.

Li Suhua in the inner room also shouted: "Kun, is someone calling you? Go out and see who it is."

"I got it, Mom."

Zhou Chen responded, then opened the door and saw Shao Jingwen standing outside his yard.

"Teacher Shao, why are you here?"

Shao Jingwen laughed and said, "Bingkun, your house is really hard to find. I asked several people before I found it."

Zhou Chen quickly opened the wooden door of the yard and led Shao Jingwen in.

"Teacher Shao, come on, let's go inside and talk."

"Well, I have good news for you."

Shao Jingwen laughed loudly, and Zhou Chen knew that the matter was settled as soon as he heard it, so he became even more enthusiastic.

As soon as they walked into the house, they saw Li Suhua coming out of the inner room. Seeing Shao Jingwen, she asked curiously, "Kun'er, who is this?"

Zhou Chen introduced: "Mom, this is Teacher Shao, the editor-in-chief of the "Golden Land" magazine of Jiangliao Publishing House. Teacher Shao, this is my mother."