The card game was still going on, but Yu Dong kept thinking about the story Liu Changmin told.
He had some thoughts about the story. Liu Changmin only told the story in general, but there must be many details in the story. For example, how did the woman's mother-in-law and husband die, and where did her three daughters go? She
Why did she have to commute between her home and the Drum Tower, rain or shine?
Yu Dong is not a journalist or a police detective. He has no intention of restoring the truth of the matter. He just wants to understand the behavior of human nature in this matter.
However, Yu Dong didn't have time to explore this matter in the past two days, because he had to go back to Shanghai to sell part of the subscription certificates.
Before coming to Jinling, he had a serious chat with Liu Jiang about the subscription certificate, and finally he had some understanding of the subscription certificate.
His original idea was very simple, just buy the subscription certificate and wait for the money to be counted.
But Liu Jiang told him that buying the subscription warrant was just an admission ticket. If he could get it, he would have to prepare funds to subscribe for stocks.
According to Liu Jiang's estimation, one hundred subscription certificates would require approximately ten thousand to twenty thousand funds to ensure subsequent operations.
Yu Dong currently does not have enough funds in his hands to operate subsequent stock subscriptions, so he can only go back and sell part of the subscription certificates to cash out.
On March 1st, Yu Dong sold a thousand subscription certificates and exchanged them for 500,000 yuan to ensure subsequent operations.
In the first lottery, Yu Dong won less than 800 of the more than 7,000 subscription certificates left in his hand. Yu Dong didn't know if this winning rate was normal, so he could only take it one step at a time.
But no matter what, Yu Dong's hanging heart was finally relieved. At least after selling this batch of subscription certificates, he got his money back, and the subsequent operations will only affect his profit.
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Returning to Jinling from Shanghai again, Yu Dong was in a very good mood. Making money was a happy thing, and even he was not immune to it.
Of course, in addition to making money, there is another thing that makes him happy, that is, the new issue of "Harvest" is finally out.
He bought a copy of "Harvest" when he was in Shanghai, and his "Death of a Widow" was published in this issue of the magazine without any accident.
That afternoon, he returned to Jinyi and went to the big office, where he was quickly surrounded by his colleagues.
"Lao Yu, okay, I quietly published another novel in Harvest."
Yu Dong glanced at Feng Ming who was speaking, and really didn't understand why he, a physical education teacher, would appear in their office at this time.
Others also congratulated Yu Dong.
"Teacher Yu, keep up your hard work and try to get into "People's Literature" next time."
"As you said, I have been in "Zhongshan" and "Harvest" consecutively. Isn't it a matter of time that "People's Literature" will be published?"
Faced with everyone's enthusiasm, Yu Dong said with a smile, "I will fight for it and I will try my best."
"Lao Yu, it's unreasonable for you not to invite me to dinner..."
Feng Ming held Yu Dong's arm and was coaxing Yu Dong to treat him to dinner when Hu Changqing, secretary of the Communist Youth League, walked in clearing his throat.
As soon as Hu Changqing came in, the people surrounding Yu Dong dispersed.
Feng Ming originally wanted to leave, but found that this was not his office and there was no place to sit, so he smiled and said hello to Hu Changqing.
Hu Changqing glanced at Feng Ming and said to Dong Dong, "Teacher Yu, come out with me. I have something to tell you."
Yu Dong nodded, looked at Feng Ming, and then followed Hu Changqing out.
When the two of them left the big office, Hu Changqing changed his smile and said, "You Yu, I still read you right. I read the novel published in "Harvest" this time. It has a flavor of magical realism.
, and I also read a hint of stream of consciousness. And this, this... Oh, by the way, reflection, I read reflection."
After hearing what Hu Changqing said, Yu Dong secretly laughed and said to himself, Old Hu, it is better not to read this book, because if you do, it will be in vain.
If Hu Changqing's words were heard by those stream-of-consciousness writers, they would be furious, because "Death of a Widow" has nothing to do with stream-of-consciousness.
However, Yu Dong had no intention of telling Hu Changqing what stream of consciousness was. He just wanted to know why Hu Changqing called him out.
"Secretary Hu has given me too much praise. I wonder what you have to explain when you call me out?"
"Oh." Hu Changqing smiled, "Nothing else. I just have something that Principal Wu wants to ask you about. Let me tell you."
"..." Yu Dong controlled his expression and said with a smile, "It's Principal Wu who's looking for me. Thank you very much. I'll go over now."
"Well, you go ahead."
Then Yu Dong walked towards the principal's office. Hu Changqing looked at Yu Dong's back, smiled and shook his head, "Younger than Comrade is still worth cultivating."
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Yu Dong walked to the door of Wu Changxin's office. The door was half open. He was about to knock on the door, but he saw Wu Changxin sleeping on his desk and stopped knocking.
Walking in quietly, Yu Dong did not rush to call Wu Changxin, but sat down on the sofa and waited quietly.
He didn't wait long, less than ten minutes later, Wu Changxin suddenly raised his head and vaguely saw a figure in the office, so he picked up his glasses and put them on. After seeing clearly that it was Yu Dong, he said with a smile
: "Yu Dong, you're here. You've been waiting for a long time. Sorry, I was a little sleepy at noon and took a nap."
"No, you woke up as soon as I got to the principal." Yu Dong shook his head and said.
Wu Changxin took off his glasses again, walked slowly to the noodle stand, washed his face, poured two glasses of water, and sat down opposite Yu Dong.
"Congratulations. I read the novel "Harvest" and it was very shocking." Wu Changxin had a sincere smile on his face. He was really happy about this.
Before Yu Dong came, he had already learned from Hu Yueming that Yu Dong had published articles in "Harvest". But that was just an impression, a label. Now he personally experienced that Yu Dong had published articles in "Zhongshan" and "Harvest" one after another.
"I published an article on it, and the feeling is completely different.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wu Changxin couldn't help but sigh that their Jinyi Institute of Technology has produced two such outstanding young writers in just a few years.
And coincidentally, they are both counselors in the Arts and Crafts Department.
Facing Wu Changxin's praise, Yu Dong smiled and shook his head without saying anything, waiting for him to continue.
Wu Changxin lit a cigarette for himself and said: "I won't talk in circles with you. You have a high reputation in the school now. It would be a waste to only let you serve as a counselor. What I mean is to put some more burden on you. This matter
It’s not just a whim. In fact, I had this idea last year, but because you had just come to school not long ago, I still had some concerns so I didn’t tell you about it.”
"I understand." Yu Dong nodded.
Regarding this matter, he heard Hu Changqing reveal it last year, but he didn't expect that it would be so long before Wu Changxin mentioned it to him.
"The school is planning to open a pilot general course. This course is not linked to the national general course hours. It is purely an experiment of our own. In this case, we can be more casual in setting up the course. This course
The class is taught by you, so I want to hear your opinion, what kind of class do you want to have?"
Yu Dong smiled and said, "I was really unprepared when this happened to me all of a sudden. Although the curriculum is not linked to the class hours stipulated by the state, it cannot be added at will. I have to think about it. Since I am asked to teach
For this course, first of all, it must be something I can teach. Secondly, this course must be of some use to the students in our school, and it cannot be started just for the sake of starting a class."
Wu Changxin nodded with a smile, and Yu Dong's words spoke to his heart.
Although he said that he would let Yu Dong make his own decisions, in fact he already had a general direction in mind. He hoped that Yu Dong would be able to offer a course that was somewhat related to drama, which would be beneficial to the establishment of related majors in Jinyi in the future.
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Chapter completed!