Xu Dawen was the chief editor of Beijing Daily.
When he went to work today, there were dozens of letters on his desk.
These letters were all from the public.
The royalties these days were really high.
Before the wind blew, many cultured people relied on submitting articles to the newspaper office.
To earn a living.
Xu Dawen's job was to select the manuscripts.
He would choose the articles that he thought were good and publish them in the newspaper.
Xu Dawen's brows furrowed more and more as he opened the submission after submission.
Recently, the number of manuscripts was getting more and more intense!
In fact, it was even a little accurate.
This caused Xu Dawen to be extremely strict and serious when he reviewed each manuscript.
If he published it wrongly, not only would the author suffer, but he would also suffer.
Opening a letter, Xu Dawen looked at the title and frowned.
"The Heavenly Palace? Now, there were still people who dared to proclaim the feudal Heavenly Court?”
This was Xu Dawen's first thought. He even wanted to throw the manuscript into the trash can.
However, his professionalism made him continue watching.
However, when he looked down, he was shocked!
"Rocket? Astronauts? Space station? Manned spacecraft?"
"Hiss! This is science fiction!"
Actually, science fiction was not rare in this era.
The first domestic science fiction novel was the Moon Colony novel, which was published in 1904.
It was a pity that he was left with no choice.
The period before the storm was also the second period of rapid development for domestic science fiction.
However, most of them were either scientific or had a strong sense of big brother.
However, this piece of " Heavenly Palace " was like a piece of Mozartean music.
The vastness and majesty of space, the coldness and stillness,
The Heavenly Palace was a magnificent space station.
The great exploration of astronauts
All the other elements were perfectly fused together.
As Xu Dawen read on, two streams of hot tears flowed down his face.
He watched it over and over again.
"This is real science fiction!”
"If our country can be as powerful as described in the novel one day,
That would be great!"
Xu Dawen wiped away his tears, his expression incomparably emotional.
He pushed open the door of the managing editor and said excitedly,
"Managing Editor, I found an excellent sci-fi short story!”
"You must publish it on the front page!”
Beijing Daily's chief editor, Jiang Chuan, looked at Xu Dawen in surprise.
As the editor-in-chief, he read many articles every day!
He wasn't even excited about the contributions of some well-known poets.
What kind of novel could make him lose his composure like this?
Chief Editor Jiang Chuan took it and frowned slightly when he saw the title.
But soon, he started reading seriously.
The more he looked, the more excited he became.
In the end, tears welled up in her eyes.
In today's era, everyone was fighting to build a strong country!
However, no one knew what it would look like.
What he thought about the most was probably that he could eat white flour and steamed buns every day and occasionally eat meat.
However, this short story was only a corner.
However, it allowed him to see a corner of the future.
"Old Xu, let's keep this a secret first. I want to show the article to my boss!”
Even though Jiang Chuan wanted to publish it, he managed to design rockets, satellites, and manned spaceflight.
He couldn't tell.
Jiang Chuan brought the novel 'Heavenly Palace' to his old boss's office.
After the old boss saw it, he also exclaimed with tears in his eyes!
However, he wasn't sure if he should publish it.
His old boss would look for his old boss.
Layer after layer.
Finally, it reached the Heavenly Listening Hall!
When the manuscript was returned to Jiang Chuan, there was an additional line of words in the blank space.
"If the country is like this, it will be a prosperous age!"
These words were vigorous and powerful!
Jiang Chuan's legs went weak when he saw the words.
His entourage told him to send these words to the author!
He had to encourage him to continue creating such outstanding works!
Jiang Chuan didn't even know how he got back to the news agency.
He felt dizzy.
At the same time, he was very interested in the author, Li Weidong.
"What kind of person could write such a work?”
"Could it be a scholar who returned from overseas?”
"Or a scientist who's buried in research in a university?”
But more than that, they were envious.
In the old society, this could only be described with four words.
"Jian is in the emperor's heart!"
"Old Xu,'Heavenly Palace' will be published on the front page of tomorrow's headline!”
"Follow me to find the author personally!"
"The remuneration is based on our newspaper's highest standard, 25 yuan per 1,000 words!”
"Go to the finance department and get the money. We'll leave now!”
Jiang Chuan was extremely excited. At the same time, he carefully placed the manuscript flat.
He picked up his camera and took a picture!
He had to return the original manuscript to Li Weidong. After all, those words were specifically meant for Li Weidong.
However, he wanted to publish the photo in the newspaper!
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