"Young man, you still need more practice with your brush calligraphy."
Dong Hongkang carefully put away the poem, then shook Chen Guiliang's hand. "Today was very meaningful. I'm going to have someone mount and frame this poem. You don't hold it against me, do you?"
Chen Guiliang smiled. "Thank you, Editor Dong, for giving me the chance to become famous."
"Hahaha!" Dong Hongkang burst out laughing and patted Chen Guiliang on the shoulder. "Wait for the paper the day after tomorrow. I'm off!"
Hu Weishi tried to keep him there. "Editor Dong, there's still the dinner banquet."
"I'm not eating. Goodbye!" Dong Hongkang left as soon as he said it.
Many of the editors and reporters at Bihui had that kind of temperament—straightforward in speech and action, brisk and energetic.
"Scar," which pioneered Scar Literature, had first been published in Bihui.
Bian Qin, the author of Overturned Civilization and Who Is Directing the World, had also long been a columnist for Bihui. She had been one as early as 2004. (Those two books opposed Western cultural hegemony.)
Moreover, Ba Jin's first article after "The Torrent of Humanity" had also been published in Bihui. Even the last article Ba Jin published before his death appeared in Bihui.
From this, it was clear that Bihui could not simply be defined as left-leaning or right-leaning.
This supplement wielded enormous influence, and many leaders had subscribed to it for years!
Dong Hongkang drove back to the newspaper office. There was still half an hour before the end of the workday.
"What good news did you run into? You're positively glowing," asked Zhou Yi, the senior editor at the next desk.
Zhou Yi's pen name was Fangfei, and in another two years, she would be promoted to deputy editor-in-chief.
Dong Hongkang smiled. "You've got a