Chapter 552 The Job Is Settled, Zheng Juan Is Excited

Some of the poems Zhou Chen handed over to Shao Jingwen were excerpted from poems by famous poets in the real world, and some were poems he wrote based on his own reflections.

He is very aware of his own poetry level. It is estimated that it would be difficult for him to even achieve a passing grade in the modern poems he wrote.

But some of the poems that were borrowed from them are definitely the best among the best. Even decades later, they are widely circulated and even included in textbooks.

Those few fine poems were also carefully selected by Zhou Chen. Nowadays is a special era after all. As long as the poems involve the slightest bit of politics, he will not choose them. Naturally, he will not choose other poems that are overtly satirical or implicit. .

Shao Jingwen was completely moved by Zhou Chen's poems, especially when he saw one of the poems, his eyes filled with excitement.

"This, this poem, was really written by you?"

Zhou Chen stretched his head and saw that the page Shao Jingwen was pointing to was actually "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Bloom".

"Yes, Teacher Shao, this poem was indeed written by me."

This poem can be said to be one of the best poems in this book. Even decades later, this poem is still very famous, and its meaning is even more thought-provoking.

"Okay, okay."

Shao Jingwen repeatedly praised him. Although he felt that Zhou Chen should not have such experience at his age, but as a literati, he also knew that sometimes poetry relies on talent and inspiration. People with talent can do it once inspiration comes. Produce good poetry.

This poem was so good that he didn't know what words to use to express his excitement for a moment.

As a literati, what he desires most is to encounter a good poem, and this poem is exactly the good poem he dreams of.

In addition to this poem, there are many other poems in the book, some of which are excellent.

Shao Jingwen was so excited that he almost couldn't hold back his emotions. He didn't even eat a bite, completely immersed in Zhou Chen's works.

After reading these poems, Shao Jingwen took another notebook and carefully read the novel written by Zhou Chen.

This novel is an original novel written by Zhou Chen based on his own experience, about war, love, and feelings about family and country during the Anti-Japanese War.

In this era, the model of writing online articles for later generations will definitely not work. Fortunately, Zhou Chen's rhetorical skills are pretty good now. Although it may not have strong literary value, the plot characteristics are still very good.

I have only written the beginning of the novel for the time being, with a total of tens of thousands of words, but Shao Jingwen also read it with gusto.

Zhou Chen did not disturb Shao Jingwen and waited quietly after eating.

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, these poems you wrote are really good, especially "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blooming" and "Love Life" , is definitely a fine work, an excellent work that can be passed down to future generations.”

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

"As for this novel, the plot has ups and downs. Although its literary value is slightly low, for someone of your age, it is already very good to be able to write such a novel."

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

Shao Jingwen was amazed in his heart. He didn't expect that the person he met on the way was so outstanding. If he was trained more, he would definitely become an outstanding literary author in the literary world in the future, and he couldn't help but develop a love for talent.

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

Shao Jingwen cleared his throat and asked: "Xiao Zhou, it would be a shame 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 more happy: "Teacher Shao, do you mean that all of my works can be published?"

Shao Jingwen said: "You can't say that. A few years ago, these works of yours could have been published, but now the situation is a bit special. It is best not to publish many of your poems to avoid being lost to the public. Really, do you understand what I mean?"

Zhou Chen nodded solemnly, "Teacher Shao, I understand what you mean. I just like writing. I don't know much about national affairs. I'm afraid I'll offend taboos. Please give me some advice."

"certainly."

Shao Jingwen agreed with a smile. Although he met Zhou Chen for the first time, these works of Zhou Chen had completely moved him and made him have a strong impression of Zhou Chen. Of course, he would not bear to see Zhou Chen make a mistake. road.

"You see, for example, this song, according to our opinion, is actually okay, but considering the current situation, I think it still needs to be changed. If it is really difficult to change, then I suggest not to publish it; and This song…, this sentence in this song is also somewhat problematic.”

Zhou Chen listened carefully. Shao Jingwen has always lived in this era, and he also enjoys his old age in the TV series. This shows that he is not only outstanding in ability, but also the sensitive aspects of national affairs are definitely worth learning.

The two chatted for a long time, but no one from the hotel came to rush them. The more they chatted, the more Shao Jingwen felt that Zhou Chen's knowledge was not at all 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 joined the work yet. Our family is a working class family with three children. My eldest brother and my sister have responded to the country's call to go to the countryside. Now I am the only one in the family. Street leaders I haven’t been given a job yet.”

"Oh, really, you haven't joined the work yet, so you must be young."

Shao Jingwen was a little surprised. He thought Zhou Chen had already joined the work.

"Just turned seventeen."

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

Shao Jingwen looked shocked. He thought that Zhou Chen should be young, but he didn't expect that Zhou Chen was so young.

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

Thinking of this, the solicitation in his heart became even more intense, so he asked tentatively: "Bingkun, although it is the first time for you to meet us today, I think we are very compatible. Your talent in literature is very outstanding. If Just being a worker would be a bit unfair. I would like to invite you to our publishing house to work as a copy editor. What do you think?"

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

Shao Jingwen smiled and said: "If you have been assigned to a unit, it will be a bit troublesome. But if you haven't entered the unit yet, it will be different. As long as the president of our club agrees, you should have great hope. Be able to join a publishing house as an editor.”

"And in addition to the normal work of an editor, you can also write poems and articles. If they are published, you can also get reprinting fees, which is no worse than working in a factory."

Not only is it no worse than working in a factory, but it is much better, but this is definitely not something that can be said openly.

Zhou Chen hesitated and said, "Can I really do that?"

Shao Jingwen said: "I don't think you have a problem. If you don't object, I can help you tell the president. I hope it is very high."

He was worried that the magazine he was responsible for had no talent, so Zhou Chen fell from the sky. As long as Zhou Chen was willing, he would ask the president to help him find a position even if he had to risk his face.

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

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

Shao Jingwen thought it was some big deal. When he heard it was this, he immediately said: "Leave this to me. I guarantee that as long as you go to the publishing house, it will be well organized."

Many people are paying attention to the establishment of the publishing house, but as a magazine editor, he still has some rights. The publishing house is still short of people. Even if there is no shortage of people, he will fire one to make room for Zhou Chen.

He doesn't want to offend anyone, but he's not afraid of offending them either. There are too many idle people in publishing houses now, and if he finally meets a talented person, he won't let him go.

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

"Teacher Shao, will this trouble you too much?"

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

"Thank you, thank you very much, Teacher Shao."

"Bingkun, you don't have to be so polite. I will handle this matter for you tomorrow. You will leave me an address later. If the matter is completed, I will go directly to inform you."

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

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

Shao Jingwen was shocked: "Do you know English and Russian?"

These days, there are really very few people in China who can speak foreign languages. At least Shao Jingwen himself doesn't understand it. He can only speak a few sentences in English, but not one sentence in Russian.

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

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

"It's no problem to communicate with foreigners in English, and there's no problem in translating. I can tell Teacher Shao an English article now. Listen."

"…………"

Next, Zhou Chen recited an article in standard spoken English. After Shao Jingwen listened, he didn't know how serious it was, but he didn't understand it, but he had a special feeling.

"Okay, Bingkun, I didn't expect you to have this ability. Now I can assure you that I will definitely get you to work in our publishing house. Just wait for the 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 ability, it was more than enough to work in a publishing house.

Shao Jingwen was indeed reliable. When he went to work the next day, he went to the president of the publishing house and told him 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 out of the stall. She was responsible for selling candied haws, while Zheng Guangming sat quietly next to her.

"Sister, I want to drink water."

After cooking for a long time and eating steamed buns at noon, Zheng Guangming felt thirsty, but because he couldn't see, he had to ask his sister Zheng Juan for help.

When Zheng Juan heard her brother's call, she immediately took out the kettle in the car and poured water into the stainless steel cup.

"Don't worry, Guangming. Sister, I'll blow it on for you. Let it cool down before you drink it."

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

Zheng Guangming is only five or six years old and cannot see, so besides staying at home, he must be accompanied by someone when he goes out.

After serving her brother well and drinking water, Zheng Juan had just put the water cup away when she heard someone wanted to buy candied haws.

"A bunch of candied haws."

"OK."

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

"It's you."

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

Zheng Juan was a little confused 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 happy for some reason and took her time to get candied haws for Zhou Chen.

"So has your job been settled?"

“It’s not finalized yet, but it should be close.”

Zhou Chen finished 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, "Well, he is my younger brother, Guangming."

When Guangming heard the sound, he turned in Zhou Chen's direction doubtfully. He couldn't see it, but he could tell that the sound was coming from here.

"I'm sorry, but I'm taking the liberty to ask, are your brother's eyes right?"

Zheng Juan answered truthfully: "There is something wrong with my brother's eyes and he can't see."

Zhou Chen said: "Can you let me take a look? I know some medical skills."

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

"I'm not a formal doctor, but I know some medical skills."

Zheng Juan didn't have much hope, but she still nodded: "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 the things in his hands, opened Guangming's eyes and took a look, then waved his hand in front of his eyes and asked a few questions.

In the end, he shook his head with regret and said: "Your brother is probably born with amblyopia, and he was exposed to a dark environment for a long time without protecting his eyes, which made his vision worse and worse."

Zheng Juan didn't understand what Zhou Chen meant, but asked eagerly: "Can my brother's eyes be cured?"

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 machines, etc., it is also because Guangming's eyes have not been protected since he was a child, so it becomes more and more serious.

After hearing this, Zheng Juan sighed in disappointment, "It doesn't matter, I still want to thank you."

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

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

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

"I know."

Zhou Chen waved his hand at Zheng Juan, turned around and left.

Zheng Juan watched Zhou Chen leave, feeling unable to calm down for a long time. She rarely had contact with men, but she was a woman after all, and she could feel the difference between Zhou Chen and her.

"Zhou Bingkun..."

Since last meeting with Shao Jingwen, Shao Jingwen did not 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, even if he failed, he would definitely come over and notify him.

Although he is very sure, the current social environment is different from the social environment he has been exposed to in the past. He is not absolutely sure whether Shao Jingwen can succeed.

Zhou Chen was lying on the bed, holding a copy of Jane Eyre and reading it. He had never read this book before, but in this era of lack of entertainment, he could read it with gusto.

In the back room, Li Suhua lit a kerosene lamp and was still 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 couldn't rest at all and still went her own way.

"Zhou Bingkun, Zhou Bingkun..."

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

Li Suhua in the back 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 loudly and said, "Bingkun, your home 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 into the room and talk."

"Okay, I just have good news to tell you."

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

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

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

Li Suhua didn't quite understand what an editor-in-chief was, but when she heard Zhou Chen call Shao Jingwen his teacher, his attitude suddenly became very respectful.

"Hello, Teacher Shao, hello."

"Hello to you too."

Zhou Chen greeted: "Teacher Shao, please sit down and I will pour you a cup of tea."

Shao Jingwen quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no."

Li Suhua said quickly: "Kun'er, you chat with the guests while mom pours you tea."

With that said, she went to get the teapot and poured two cups of tea: "Mr. Shao, you have tea."

"Thank you, that's very kind of you."

Shao Jingwen passed the tea cup and said to Zhou Chen: "Bingkun, I have already mentioned your matter to the president of our publishing house. After discussion, our publishing house has decided to hire you. You will follow me for the time being. Is it okay to be the editor of Golden Land magazine?"

When Zhou Chen heard this, he was overjoyed and said: "No problem, of course no problem. Teacher Shao, you really helped me a lot. I really don't know how to thank you."

Shao Jingwen smiled and said: "I didn't do much to help. It's because of your excellence that you were able to get this opportunity. Our publishing house may still have to rely on you in the future."

"Teacher Shao, you are so complimentary. I am not as good as you said. I am just an ordinary person."

"Haha, you are not an ordinary person. Those poems you wrote are praised by everyone in our club."

Li Suhua was listening to the conversation between the two. Although she didn't ask any questions, she could still tell that the conversation seemed to be about his old man's work issues.