Early the next morning, Su Changshun clutched the freshly baked draft of the script, still carrying the scent of printer's ink, and headed straight for the section chief's office.
Section Chief Zhao had just brewed a cup of coarse tea in his enamel mug. Seeing Su Changshun walk in, he raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Well? So fast? You wrote this overnight?" He set down the mug, took the thick stack of manuscript paper, and said, "Not bad, little Su, you've got real drive!"
The office fell silent save for the rustle of Section Chief Zhao turning the pages. Su Changshun sat quietly, watching the section chief's expression.
Chapter 27