The woman's cries were like a switch.
"Ring ring ring"
All the phones in the editorial office started ringing wildly at the same time.
The young editors scrambled to answer the calls.
"Hello, Renminhua Newspaper...yes, it's the latest issue..."
"You want to subscribe too? An entire company? A hundred copies?"
"What? You're the union chairman of the textile factory? You say this painting touches the hearts of your female workers?"
"Hello, hello? Speak louder, can't hear you! You're on the train? You're an official on a business trip? Alright, alright, we'll definitely keep this column going!"
The entire editorial office turned into a bustling marketplace.
All the voices converged into one sentence.
"That painting is fantastic!"
Ma Zhenhua sat in the corner, his back straight as a rod.
The tea in front of him had already gone cold.
Every "fantastic" felt like a slap across his face.
