Reborn in 79, the educated youth wife regretted her divorce.

Chapter 55 Newspaper Incident

Jiang Yang found his expression somewhat amusing: "It's just something I wrote casually. I heard you mention your aunt's situation yesterday, and I thought I could help out."

After listening, Li Yu patted him on the shoulder gratefully: "Thank you so much, Jiang Yang. My aunt will be very happy. I'll take you to see her later!"

……

As soon as the lunch break bell rang, Li Yu grabbed Jiang Yang and rushed outside.

"Come on, come on, my aunt is waiting for you at the newspaper office!"

Jiang Yang was being dragged along by him, and they almost bumped into someone.

"What's the rush? I'm not going to run away."

Li Yu led him all the way to the Yanjing Evening News office, only to find the atmosphere in the editorial department heavy.

Li Yu's aunt, Li Yunying, was being scolded by a bald, middle-aged man.

"Li Yunying, your novel section has been at the bottom for three months in a row! Look at Pan Dehai's social news section, it's a bestseller every time! If you keep going like this, you might as well give up this section!"

Standing next to the bald man was a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a powdered face; it was Pan Dehai.

He crossed his arms, a gloating look on his face, and occasionally added fuel to the fire with his own words.

Li Yunying's face was ashen, and she barely suppressed her anger: "Boss, I've been trying my best to find new topics..."

"Work hard? I think you're just wasting your time!" The bald man interrupted her mercilessly.

Li Yunying let out a weak breath, turned her head and saw Li Yu, and said to him, "Xiao Yu, come on, Auntie will take you to eat."

She just wanted to leave this troublesome place as soon as possible and didn't want to get entangled with these people anymore.

"Auntie, wait! My classmate Jiang Yang wrote a novel, it's really good! Maybe it can help!" Li Yu said quickly.

Li Yunying sighed helplessly.

She had no hope at all.

This child is just causing trouble.

Pan Dehai laughed sarcastically upon hearing this: "Oh, Editor Li, are you trying to pull strings? How good can your nephew's novel be? Is it some kind of elementary school essay?"

He deliberately raised his voice, and the editors around him all looked over and whispered among themselves.

Li Yunying immediately felt a burning sensation on her face.

Pan Dehai continued to mock, "Li Yunying, Li Yunying, if you're so incompetent, you should go home and wash diapers instead of making a fool of yourself here!"

Li Yu was furious and clenched his fists, ready to rush forward.

Jiang Yang grabbed him and said, "Old Li, calm down. This isn't the place to talk."

He patted Li Yu on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

Li Yunying suppressed her anger and said to Jiang Yang, "Young man, come to my office."

Pan Dehai stopped them: "Wait! Where's the novel? Show it to everyone! Let us see this young genius's masterpiece!"

Jiang Yang looked at Pan Dehai with a half-smile: "Editor Pan, as an editor at a newspaper, you should know that asking someone to hand over their work in public is suspected of infringing on copyright, right?"

Pan Dehai's face stiffened. He hadn't expected Jiang Yang to turn the tables on him. Even the editors around him started pointing and whispering.

Enraged, he snatched the manuscript from Jiang Yang's hand: "I want to see what kind of earth-shattering work this is!"

He exerted too much force, lost his footing, stumbled, and fell flat on his face, scattering the manuscript in his hands all over the ground.

Jiang Yang chuckled inwardly.

Well deserved.

Pan Dehai scrambled to his feet, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

This sudden turn of events alarmed Meng Yan, the newspaper's leader.

She walked over quickly in her high heels, looked around at everyone, and then frowned.

"What's going on? All this noise and disrespect is unacceptable!"

Pan Dehai immediately put on a wronged expression, pointed to the manuscript papers scattered all over the floor, and said with a mournful face, "Director Meng, you have to do justice for me! Li Yunying brought her nephew and his classmate to the newspaper office to cause trouble and even ruined my manuscript!"

Meng Yan was already dissatisfied with Li Yunying's performance, which had been at the bottom for three consecutive months, and this only added fuel to the fire.

"Li Yunying, look at you! What are you doing here again! What did I tell you before? If you cause this kind of trouble again, you'd better pack your things and go work at the printing factory downstairs! Don't embarrass me here!"

Li Yunying's face turned deathly pale, her lips trembled, but she was powerless to refute.

Li Yu could no longer hold back. He suddenly stood up, pointed at Pan Dehai's nose, and cursed, "You're talking nonsense! You're the one who stole my classmate's manuscript and fell down on your own! My classmate came to submit his work, what right do you have to slander him!"

Jiang Yang grabbed Li Yu, signaling him to calm down.

"Old Li, don't be impulsive."

He then stepped forward, looked directly at Meng Yan, and said in a calm and confident tone, "Director Meng, hello, I am Jiang Yang, and I am here to submit an article to your newspaper."

Meng Yan looked Jiang Yang up and down, her eyes full of contempt.

She didn't take Jiang Yang seriously at all.

What good stuff can a mere kid write?

"Li Yunying, take him away. Don't waste my time here."

She waved her hand impatiently and turned to leave.

Jiang Yang revealed a confident smile: "Director Meng, are you just going to send me away like this? I'm afraid we'll miss an opportunity to revive your newspaper."

Upon hearing this, Pan Dehai couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahaha, you really don't know your place! Who do you think you are? Bringing the dead back to life? You should take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror!"

Li Yu, equally unconvinced, shouted at Meng Yan's retreating figure, "Director Meng, you should take a look at my classmate's manuscript before making a judgment!"

"I swear, if my classmate's novel isn't good, I'll crawl out of here!"

Li Yunying quickly pulled him back and scolded him in a low voice, "Xiaoyu, stop fooling around! Apologize to Director Meng right now!"

She turned to Meng Yan and explained, "Director Meng, the child is just being childish, please don't take it to heart."

Meng Yan had already walked far away, but stopped in her tracks when she heard Li Yu's words.

She turned around and looked at Jiang Yang with great interest: "Oh? So confident? Then let me see just how wonderful your novel is."

Jiang Yang chuckled inwardly.

The fish finally took the bait.

He bent down to pick up the scattered manuscript papers, dusted them off, and handed them to Meng Yan.

Meng Yan raised her hand to take it, initially casually glancing at it only briefly.

However, as her gaze deepened, her expression gradually froze, and her brows slowly relaxed, replaced by a look of utter disbelief.

She flipped through the pages quickly, her eyes growing brighter and brighter, as if she had discovered some treasure.

After finishing the last page, she looked up at Jiang Yang with a suspicious expression: "Did you really write this?"

Jiang Yang held out his hand: "Director Meng, the manuscript."

Meng Yan then realized that she was still holding the manuscript.

She instinctively clenched the manuscript paper, seemingly unwilling to hand it over.

Jiang Yang revealed a playful smile: "It seems Director Meng is quite interested in my novel. But Beijing is such a big city, and there are more than just your newspapers."