In the office of the Propaganda Section at the Rolling Mill, thick with the scent of printing ink and paper, Su Changshun had just set down his pen to take a breather when Section Chief Zhao pushed the door open and called out to him.
"Changshun, come here a moment!" Zhao Shiwu beckoned to him, his face wearing an expression that mixed excitement with pressure.
Section Chief Zhao's expression usually meant that a major assignment had arrived.
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