After Yu Dong compiled the final draft of "Resident Evil", Jimmy took the manuscript to find a translator.
He plans to search here in China first, and if he can't find a suitable one, he will go to the United States to have a look.
A few days after Jimmy left, Yu Dong took a bus to Jinling.
As soon as he arrived at school, Wu Changxin arrived at the dormitory.
Wu Changxin stood at the door, looked at Yu Dong who was folding quilts inside, and said with a smile: "I guess you have arrived."
Hearing Wu Changxin's voice, Yu Dong turned around and said unexpectedly: "Principal Wu, why are you here now?"
"I came to meet you for a meeting. I knew you would be back today, so I scheduled the meeting for this afternoon and was waiting for you. I'll call you as well as Bi Feiyu and the others," Wu Changxin said.
"Then just call me and say no. There's no need to make a trip."
"There's no charge for the phone bill, it's so close." Wu Changxin smiled, "You make the bed first, I'll go up and call Bi Feiyu and the others, and I'll come down to you in a while."
At this time, Bi Feiyu was already shouting from upstairs, "Principal Wu, there's no need to come up, I've already heard you."
Wu Changxin took two steps back and looked up at Bi Feiyu on the balcony, "Then please help me find Mr. Zhang."
As soon as he finished speaking, another voice sounded from upstairs: "I heard it too. I'll be down in a moment."
Yu Dong asked curiously: "Which one comes first?"
"The new teacher, I will introduce you to you later."
After a while, Bi Feiyu and another man walked to Yu Dong's door.
This man is about thirty years old, has long hair, and looks very handsome. He is taller than Bi Feiyu, has fairer skin, and is slightly fatter.
"Yu Dong, this is Zhang Xian, who will be in charge of the drama department from now on. Zhang Xian, this is Yu Dong."
"Teacher Yu, I have admired you for a long time. I have admired you for a long time."
Zhang Xian took the initiative to run over and shook hands with Yu Dong, "I have read several of Teacher Yu's novels published in "Zhongshan" and "Harvest", and they are deeply influenced. In the future, the work of the drama department will depend on Teacher Yu.
Thank you for your support."
"You're welcome. It's my duty to support the school's work."
"Let's stop talking here and have a meeting in my office." Wu Changxin said, and then walked towards the Government Affairs Building, saying as he walked, "There are still a few teachers from the Drama Department who haven't arrived yet. We are here today."
When we meet, it’s not formal, just a casual chat.”
After chatting along the way, Yu Dong also learned about Zhang Xian's background.
He studied undergraduate and postgraduate studies at the Department of Drama and Literature of China National Theater, and then went to Dublin for further studies. He only returned from abroad this year.
Yu Dong was a little surprised, because with Zhang Xian's resume, he could definitely go to a better academy. Basically, he could enter any drama academy in China. There was no need to go to Jinyi Lai.
Maybe Wu Changxin can allow him to come and lead, but now it seems that the platform of Jinyi is still too small, and being the leader of the drama department here is not attractive.
Several people arrived at Wu Changxin's office and started today's meeting.
Wu Changxin briefly talked about the situation of the Drama Department and the arrangements for Dong and Bi Feiyu.
The Department of Drama currently only has one major in drama creation. Bi Feiyu serves as the political counselor of this major and also serves as a teacher of reading and appreciation classes.
Yu Dong still serves as the political counselor of Gongmei and a writing teacher.
After Wu Changxin assigned the work, Zhang Xian said with a smile, "Teacher Yu, you may have to work harder, the writing class is relatively long."
"I don't have much to say, so I'll just work somewhere else."
Zhang Xian nodded, "When I was a freshman, students didn't take many professional courses, so our teaching tasks were not too heavy. The main thing was to find a teaching model suitable for our gold art. Now our course arrangement,
In fact, they are all copied from Chinese opera. But this is not a long-term solution. If our courses and teaching models are exactly the same as Chinese opera, we will be at a disadvantage from the beginning."
"Xian Zhang is right. Zhongxi has been studying this model for 20 years. It is unrealistic for us to compete with them using this model," Wu Changxin said.
Yu Dong and Bi Feiyu glanced at each other, and the latter said: "The two of us actually don't know much about drama. The main work depends on Teacher Zhang. Of course, we can still help with literature.
Gotta be busy."
In fact, relatively speaking, Yu Dong is under greater pressure.
He teaches a writing class, but the Chinese Department of Yan Normal University does not offer a writing class, so the writing class is a bit unfamiliar to Dong.
Of course, every teacher teaches writing in different ways, which doesn’t matter. It’s just that Yu Dong’s writing system may not be suitable for the writing courses of the Department of Drama Literature, because the writing courses of the Department of Drama Literature are aimed at script creation.
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Therefore, Yu Dong himself also had to prepare some script writing stuff.
Fortunately, he is not completely unfamiliar with script writing. When he was in college, he himself had done research on script writing, especially drama creation.
The meeting lasted for a while, and Wu Changxin left Zhang Xian behind and asked Yu Dong and Bi Feiyu to go back first.
On the way back to the dormitory, there were no other people around, and Bi Feiyu relaxed a little. He smiled and asked Yu Dong: "You must be very busy this month, have you done anything new?"
"Yes, a medium chapter."
Hearing that Yu Dong only had one novella, Bi Feiyu proudly held out two fingers and said: "I have two articles, both are novellas. One was sent to "Flower City", and the other was prepared to be sent to "Yuhua"
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"You've been exposed to both rain and dew." Yu Dong smiled, then stretched out two fingers, "Actually, I still have two more novels."
Bi Feiyu's proud expression suddenly disappeared, and he said angrily: "You write too fast, I can't keep up with you at all."
"You'll be damned if you can keep up with me. I write from morning till the end. You don't get up until almost noon, and you still have to exercise and have fun."
"Okay, okay, you are a model worker."
Yu Dong hugged Bi Feiyu's arm and said, "The model worker will treat you to dinner tonight. Do you want to be honored?"
"To appreciate the glory, not only to appreciate the glory, I also want to feast on you and eat up all your royalties."
Yu Dong laughed: "Feiyu, don't call me crazy, even if you have a hundred mouths, you still won't be able to eat them all."
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Early the next morning, Yu Dong went to Zhongshan Magazine with the manuscript of "Cowards".
Su Tong knew he was coming, so he wasn't surprised, "Now that he's here, I have to talk to you about the manuscript..."
"Didn't I bring this for you?" Yu Dong smiled and placed the manuscript on Su Tong's desk, "You are so busy urging me to publish, how dare I come without the manuscript?"
When Su Tong saw the manuscript, a smile appeared on his face: "I didn't hear what you said on the phone."
"Didn't you say it? Life should retain some sense of mystery, otherwise there will be fewer surprises."
Chapter completed!