Chapter 53 7

Zhang Meng came to the Evening News and walked into her office.This is an office with the inside and the outside connected. There is no one outside, but there are many people talking about it inside. Her desk was outside, she walked over gently and put down her bag.Pick up a manuscript and get ready to start working.At this time, she heard the voice of discussion in the room: "Guess, the editor-in-chief not only rejected my manuscript, but also what did he say to me? - You have to study the angle of her manuscript carefully, and learn from it." Learn from her writing style... study and study! When I was a reporter, she didn't know where she was doing!"

Obviously, Zhang Meng didn't understand that he was talking about her, and seemed to be used to it, and outlined the manuscript with a red pen. "Does she have a background? Without a background, the editor-in-chief will respect her as if she is a person for a newcomer?" "Background? You, me, him, who has no background? Can you get here without any background?" "They all have a background, so it's more important than whose background. She was introduced by the vice chairman of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. Have you seen her birthday card that the old man and his wife sent her under the glass?"

"I heard that she is dating their son?" "An old girl in her thirties, for sure, her love will not be a pure first love. Who knows how many times she has been in love in the Great Northern Wilderness!" "Climb to a high branch! You can't climb the son of the real power faction, but you can climb the son of the former veteran!" "Look, look, look, there was another big article in yesterday's newspaper, and our manuscripts were withdrawn one by one! This is not going to work!" Zhang Meng finally realized that she was talking about herself. She lifted the glass plate, pulled out the birthday card, and put it in the drawer.

"So what if it doesn't work? What is level? Where is the standard? Isn't it all based on the editor-in-chief's feeling?" "I heard that she is going to be promoted to be the leader of the social investigation team!" "I think something is wrong with the editor-in-chief. Didn't you notice that the editor-in-chief's eyes lit up when he saw her? Like..." "Like a cat meeting a mouse!" "This metaphor is inappropriate. It should be said that it is like a mouse meeting a cream cake!" "Just her? Don't think she's still a bit pretty now, but in two or three years, she'll have to cut the price!"

A burst of laughter... Zhang Meng stood up abruptly.Trembling with anger, I looked at the room angrily... A fashionable female reporter who was younger than her came out of the room. Seeing her startled, she intentionally announced loudly: "Oh, sister Zhang, why are you late today? We thought you weren't coming!" Zhang Meng sat down patiently again, and continued to revise the manuscript. The young female reporter asked, "You...just here?" The room was silent, as if no one was there. Zhang Meng ignored it and continued to revise the manuscript.However, her hands were shaking, and she knocked over the red ink bottle, and the red ink dripped all over the table, soaking the manuscript.

Zhang Meng was caught off guard and wiped the red ink on the table. As a result, his shirt was also stained red. A male colleague opened the door and came in: "Xiao Zhang, the editor-in-chief asked you to come to his office." Zhang Meng stood up and walked into the editor's office. The old editor-in-chief wearing glasses looked like a decent person. Obviously, the comments just now were all slanderous. He greeted Zhang Meng, pointed to the chair and said, "Sit..." Zhang Meng sat down. The editor-in-chief asked, "Do you want tea?" Zhang Meng shook her head.

The editor-in-chief handed her a manuscript: "I read this manuscript, and it's well written. I really think it's well written. However, the last few issues haven't been published. It's not because there's anything wrong with the manuscript itself, but because... You have submitted a lot of manuscripts recently, and some colleagues are not psychologically balanced... So... how should I put it, this is called "indirect aggression"... If you submit a lot of manuscripts, isn't it tantamount to invading others... I don’t know what I mean Do you understand the meaning?"

Zhang Meng said: "You made it clear...I understand..." The editor-in-chief said: "Perhaps, you have heard some comments yourself. If you really heard it, just listen to it. Some comments are inevitable. The situation of any unit is similar, so treat it with your own self-cultivation." "I haven't heard any discussion." Zhang Meng stood up, "If there is nothing else, I'll go back and revise the manuscript." "Don't worry, we haven't talked about the topic yet." Zhang Meng sat down again. The editor-in-chief smoked and said with difficulty: "The thing is like this, there is an old comrade in our newspaper...Of course, he was not old back then, he was very young, but now he is old..."

The phone rang, and the editor-in-chief answered the phone: "Well, yes, it's me, I understand, I understand, and I will follow the instructions of my superiors." Zhang Meng looked at him speculatively. The editor-in-chief put down the phone and asked, "Where did I just say?" Zhang Meng said: "There is an old comrade in our newspaper office. He was not old back then, but he is old now." "Yes, that's it. Listen to me, this old comrade who was very young at the time and is now old, was forced to leave the newspaper. Let's be honest, he was expelled from the press, and now It proves that what he did back then was unfair and wronged. Therefore, we should implement policies for them and restore their qualifications as journalists... I am almost 60. Even if I am rehabilitated and my qualifications are restored, I will not be able to work for a few years. But we can’t stop implementing policies for others because of this, can we?”

Zhang Meng looked at the editor-in-chief puzzled, and said, "Yes." "Okay, very good. I'm very glad that we first have a unified understanding on this point. The next thing that needs to be unified is-our newspaper office has a limited number of reporters. The actual situation is that it is overstaffed. We can't always, You want to implement policies for others, but in fact the implementation is not thorough, let them do other things, right?" "yes……" "Okay, good. I'm glad we're on the same page again on this one." Zhang Meng seemed to understand a little bit.

The editor-in-chief went on to say: "For this matter, several leading members met again five minutes ago, and finally decided to reduce one comrade from the current reporter, and give up the vacant spot to the one who should be Veteran comrades who implement policies." Zhang Meng rushed to the front and said, "Stop talking, I have no objection." The editor-in-chief looked at her, and said sorry: "Xiao Zhang, I regret that I am the one to tell you about this matter... But the call just now was from the Policy Implementation Office to urge you to inquire about this matter. There are also new regulations above. Journalists must have a diploma, and several workers, peasants, and soldiers have to take the exam again. You are too exceptional, and it is difficult to do other people's ideological work! Although I appreciate you very much, I don't care much about those gossips ..." Zhang Meng said: "I understand your difficulties, you said, why reassign me?" The editor-in-chief looked like he was asking for advice: "How about going to the grassroots to practice for a period of time? For example, go to a newspaper printing factory to be a typesetting worker for a while..." Zhang Meng said, "Okay." The editor-in-chief said: "Of course, it doesn't have to start today." Zhang Meng stood up and said, "No, I hope to leave the newspaper today." Walking to the door, she looked back at the editor-in-chief and said, "Ms. Li, I am very grateful for your training." Outside the door, her young female colleague eavesdropped and quickly ran back to the reporters' offices. Zhang Meng left the editor-in-chief's office and returned to the reporters' office. Her colleagues were gathering to listen to what the eavesdropper had to say. When they saw her coming in, they quickly dispersed and returned to their seats. Zhang Meng silently walked to her desk, packing up her own books and things. The colleagues raised their heads one by one and peeped at her. She maintained her dignity in the silence. She put books and other things into several large file bags and tied them with plastic ropes. A male colleague got up and walked towards her: "You pack the others, I'll tie it up for you." Other colleagues also got up and surrounded them, Zhang Meng suddenly shouted: "Get out!" Everyone was ashamed, they dispersed and sat in their seats, no one had the face to look at her again. Zhang Meng left the office with a bunch of things in her arms. She walked down the stairs and out of the building, and a driver chased her and shouted, "Hey, Reporter Zhang, the editor-in-chief ordered me to drive you there." Zhang Meng didn't seem to hear, and hurriedly walked without looking back, and stopped by a tree. She put her head against the tree and cried.