Besides, Editor Lin of the Poetry Magazine Society, after returning to the club, he took Jiang Yulou's poem manuscript and found the editor-in-chief Li Zhenpeng.

Then, after he met Jiang Yulou, Jiang Yulou's series of performances were told as they were.

Li Zhenpeng's face changed slightly: "Hey, this poem was created by Comrade Jiang Yulou on the spot?" ”

"It's true, editor-in-chief, I saw it with my own eyes." Editor Lin said.

Li Zhenpeng sighed: "Talented, talented!" ”

With his 36 years of creative experience, it is very difficult to create such an excellent poem in just over ten minutes.

No, it should be said that it is impossible.

If Editor Lin was not his editor, and he also knew what Editor Lin was, he must have thought that the other party was lying.

It's incredible!

Editor Lin nodded and said: "Editor-in-Chief Li, Comrade Jiang Yulou's poetry is beyond doubt, and this poem is also a masterpiece of fine compared with his previous poems. You say, should we raise the standard in terms of remuneration? ”

After thinking for a while, Li Zhenpeng said: "In this way, let's discuss it in the club now, and then invite Comrade Jiang Yulou to the club to discuss it in detail." ”

The next day, an invitation from the Poetry Magazine was sent to the school.

Jiang Yulou readily agreed, he had been in Yanjing for so long, and he had never been to the office building of a big magazine.

As a result, Comrade Lao Ji knew about it and said that he would accompany him wherever he went.

Jiang Yulou resigned, but when Comrade Lao Ji came up with the excuse that he was afraid that his students would be bullied, he could only agree.

If you shirk it again, you just don't know what to do.

The next day, Jiang Yulou had just brought back the textbooks that had been issued for school, and Ji Zhenghuai found them.

"Ji Lao, don't be in such a hurry, it's not too late for us to go after I have lunch."

"Hey, I'm bored at school. It just so happens that many of the old guys in the poetry club are my old friends, so I happened to go with you this time and talk to them. ”

"Ah, so the reason why you want to go with me is actually to catch up with old friends."

"Oops, I accidentally said something wrong."

The old comrades now are really ......

Jiang Yulou shook his head, there was nothing he could do about him.

No. 15 Hufang Road is where the editorial office of the Poetry Magazine is located.

This is a small three-story red building, which looks like it has been around for some years. However, no matter how shabby the appearance is, it can't hide the glory of the Poetry Magazine Society today.

Since the end of the campaign, the editorial office has received several sacks of submissions every day.

However, these three floors are not all office buildings of the Poetry Society, and half of them belong to a certain department of CCTV.

In front of this tulou, Jiang Yulou couldn't feel in the mood of admiration and remembrance, but after a simple registration, he walked in with Ji Zhenghuai.

In addition, Ji Lao does not need to register when he enters and exits.

Jiang Yulou guessed that it might be that Ji Lao came often, and the guard room was already familiar with his visit.

After going up to the second floor, Jiang Yulou, under the leadership of Ji Zhenghuai, came to the office door of the editorial department of the Poetry Society.

"Hey, it's Director Ji, what kind of wind is blowing you?"

Jiang Yulou was about to knock on the door and enter, when an old man who was over the age of sixteen walked out and met the two.

"Oh, Yan Xiang, long time no see." After Ji Zhenghuai said hello, he said, "Didn't I come with my students?" ”

Yan Xiang glanced at Jiang Yulou and said in surprise: "Is this little comrade your disciple?" ”

"Let's not talk about this first, what about Lao Liren, I'm here to find him." Ji Zhenghuai said.

Yan Xiang smiled and said, "The editor-in-chief is in the office, or I'll take you there." ”

Ji Zhenghuai waved his hand and said, "No, you go and get busy, I know your editorial department." ”

"Then I'm going to be busy, and I need to be called." Yan Xiang said.

After Yan Xiang left, Ji Zhenghuai said to Jiang Yulou beside him: "Yan Xiang's surname is Shao, and he is the deputy editor-in-chief of the Poetry Society. ”

It turned out to be the deputy editor-in-chief, and Jiang Yulou's face was a little surprised.

"Deputy Editor-in-Chief Shao doesn't look very old."

"He was born in 33 years, and he was in the prime of life. In the future, the work will still be handed over to young people. ”

After entering the editorial office, Ji Zhenghuai knocked on the door of Li Zhenpeng's office with ease.

"Enter."

"Lao Li, I'm here with the Jade Tower."

After Ji Zhenghuai pushed the door in, Jiang Yulou followed in, and then saw a silver-haired old man who was sitting at the desk.

The old man is Ji Zhenghuai's old friend, the editor-in-chief of the Poetry Society, Li Zhenpeng.

Li Zhenpeng pushed the frame of his glasses, and after seeing the person clearly, he scolded with a smile: "Lao Ji, it's you old boy." ”

Then, his gaze shifted to Jiang Yulou, and nodded appreciatively: "Comrade Jiang, you are finally here." ”

"I've kept you waiting." Jiang Yulou said respectfully.

Li Zhenpeng warmly beckoned the two to sit down: "Haha, sit, sit down." ”

Then he personally poured tea for the two, and Jiang Yulou was a little flattered.

Ji Zhenghuai tasted: "Lao Li, when have you been so polite." When I came alone before, I didn't see you make me a cup of tea, I was always asked to do it myself. ”

Li Zhenpeng deliberately angered him, "Comrade Xiao Jiang is the prince of love poems who is popular all over the country, you are an old gangster, you haven't written a few good poems, can you compare?" ”

In fact, Ji Zhenghuai's poems are really not bad, and a few poems have even been used in the textbooks of this era.

Ji Zhenghuai blew his beard and glared: "Oh, how can this be reasonable, what is wrong with the poems I submitted to your poetry magazine?" ”

The two are naturally joking, they are both old friends, which can be regarded as a way for them to exchange feelings.

Jiang Yulou blushed at this time and said, "Editor-in-Chief Li, if you say this again, I really don't have the face to stay here." ”

"Look at it, young people are still humble, unlike some old people who don't cultivate, and they are used to relying on the old and selling the old."

"Who is Lao Buxiu talking about?"

Seeing that the two were arguing again, Jiang Yulou shook his head helplessly.

After a few more pleasantries, a few people got down to business.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, your unpublished poem "Taken for Granted" has been discussed in our society. The editors agreed that the poem was of high quality and could be published in our Poetry Journal. ”

As soon as it came to business, Li Zhenpeng became very serious and serious, and he was like two people just now.

Jiang Yulou said modestly again: "You have won the prize." ”

So far, Jiang Yulou's response has been very decent, and Ji Zhenghuai's previous worries have been put down a lot.

"He is worthy of the young man I am optimistic about." He thought to himself.

Li Zhenpeng said: "In terms of remuneration, we will definitely not treat writers badly. ”

Jiang Yulou nodded, with a posture that you can call the shots.

Li Zhenpeng said softly in his heart, are young people so calm now?

He couldn't help but ask: "In terms of remuneration, don't you have anything you want to ask?" ”

Jiang Yulou smiled honestly and said: "As long as the price is right, I am willing to publish this poem in the "Poetry Magazine". ”

His answer was very tactful, as if he hadn't said anything.

The price is right, how much is the right price?

There's no number to go to.

Li Zhenpeng scolded with a smile: "Little slippery head." ”