Su Changshun had barely warmed his seat at his workstation, and the lingering warmth of the small stir within the Propaganda Section had not yet dissipated. Section Chief Zhao's excited, booming voice and the momentum with which he had rushed out of the office clutching the script were like a giant boulder thrown into a calm pool of water, sending ripples spreading in all directions.
He had just straightened the pens on his desk when a few heads leaned in from the adjacent workstation, eyes sparkling with pure gossip.
"Hey, hey, Changshun, not bad at all!" Colleague Little Li patted him on the shoulder. His voice wasn't loud, but it was brimming with curiosity. "What kind of script is that? It got our Section Chief Zhao so worked up! Look at that stance; he looked like he wanted to read a section to the factory director right on the spot!"
Chapter 28