Chapter 69

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As Xu Junran's expression grew increasingly grim, a smile crept onto Huang Zixuan's lips.

This is exactly the effect I wanted!

For Huang Zixuan, the more uncomfortable Xu Junran was, the happier he felt.

Initially, when the two were probing each other, Huang Zixuan hadn't expected Xu Junran's expression to gradually worsen. It seemed that mentioning Zhao Pingping had touched a sore spot in his heart.

However, what Huang Zixuan didn't know was that Xu Junran's expression wasn't due to being provoked, but because thinking about his adoptive father's tragic life in his previous life had stirred up deep sorrow, making it impossible for him to control his emotions. If it weren't for his rationality, Xu Junran would have already stood up and punched the bastard who had ruined his adoptive father's life.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Junran stood up and said with a smile, "Director Huang, do you know where the restroom is?"

Huang Zixuan was slightly taken aback by Xu Junran's words, but he still answered, "Turn left when you go out and go straight."

Xu Junran nodded, "I'll take my leave for a moment."

With that, he walked out of Huang Zixuan's office.

Huang Zixuan watched Xu Junran leave his office with a furrowed brow, his gaze falling on the bag Xu Junran had left on the coffee table.

From the moment Xu Junran entered, Huang Zixuan had noticed that his hand had been on the bag. When he mentioned wanting help from the Central Propaganda Department to review the newspaper content, his eyes and hand had unconsciously moved to the bag.

It seems there's something in this bag.

Sometimes, people are like this: they always have an uncontrollable curiosity about unknown things. Just like Huang Zixuan now, he was very curious about what power had made Xu Junran change, pulling him out of his depression. So he was filled with curiosity about what was in Xu Junran's bag.

Reaching out to pick up the bag, Huang Zixuan found that although it looked bulging, it was actually very light.

Furrowing his brow, he opened the military satchel and pulled out the contents, but was immediately stunned.

It was a stack of manuscript paper, densely filled with regular script, indicating that the person who wrote it had put in a lot of effort.

"Resolutely Oppose the Line of Detachment from the Masses"

The title of the article made Huang Zixuan slightly taken aback, and he quickly began to skim through the content. Soon, his expression turned serious.

Brilliant!

After reading it, Huang Zixuan could only judge the article as such.

This was an article discussing the private economy and individual industrial and commercial activities that had emerged in the country. In the article, the author severely criticized some people for ignoring collective interests and recklessly running their own small workshops, forgetting that the essence of socialism is to achieve common prosperity.

One could say that this article absolutely aligned with certain current discourses.

"Could this have been written by Xu Junran?" This thought suddenly crossed Huang Zixuan's mind.

As a cadre in the propaganda department, Huang Zixuan was very clear that if such an article that aligned with current politics were published, Xu Junran would certainly attract the attention of certain high-ranking officials. After all, the conservative faction led by his own grandfather still held considerable influence in China. Even the elderly leader who had risen and fallen several times had to consider the reactions of conservative figures like Grandpa Huang. After all, Grandpa Huang was one of the three major figures in their faction.

One could say that the article in Huang Zixuan's hands had a very clear thesis, clear evidence, and a well-structured argument. The choice of words was also very appropriate. Although it wasn't a literary masterpiece, it demonstrated a deep foundation. Most importantly, it was the first to propose that the current reform and opening-up policies would lead to some people getting rich first, thereby causing inequality. This theoretical idea had never been proposed before.

"No, this article cannot be published under Xu Junran's name!" Huang Zixuan's first reaction was just that.

In that era, it was a time of a hundred schools of thought contending. If Xu Junran's article were published, he might be seen by conservative leaders as the theoretical banner-bearer of their faction, which was something Huang Zixuan absolutely could not allow. After all, Xu Junran was known as the top talent in the Chinese Department of Jinghua University. If he became the theoretical banner-bearer of the conservative faction, his future prospects would be limitless.

"What should I do?"

Huang Zixuan's brow was furrowed, and his mind was racing with strategies.

If it were someone else, he might even encourage them to publish the article. After all, as the son of a conservative leader, Huang Zixuan was well aware that his father, as one of the few leaders of the conservative faction, had long been labeled as a conservative. In the current environment, their faction held the upper hand in the higher echelons. An article like this would further shift public opinion in their favor.

But if it was Xu Junran, it absolutely couldn't happen!

He didn't want to see his enemy rise, especially not one he had personally helped to ascend.

The sound of footsteps grew closer, and it was probably Xu Junran returning from the restroom. Clenching his teeth, Huang Zixuan put the article in a corner behind him, returned Xu Junran's bag to its original position, and pretended nothing had happened, picking up his teacup to drink.

A moment later, Xu Junran stepped into the office, but his expression was still grim, clearly indicating that he was in a bad mood.

"Director Huang, I'm sorry for disturbing you," Xu Junran glanced at Huang Zixuan and said coolly.

Huang Zixuan waved his hand, "Don't be so formal. We're old classmates. If you have anything, just say it, and I'll definitely help."

Xu Junran shook his head lightly and calmly refused, "Never mind, it's nothing. I just came to see you today."

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up his bag, but he froze, then quickly opened it, as if searching for something.

"What's wrong? Is there something?" Huang Zixuan asked, feigning surprise.

Xu Junran suddenly looked up, "It was you, wasn't it?"

Huang Zixuan looked at Xu Junran in surprise, "What are you talking about? Xiao Xu, I haven't offended you."

Xu Junran looked at Huang Zixuan, speaking each word clearly, "Did you steal my article?"

Huang Zixuan's heart tightened, but he put on a puzzled face, "Xiao Xu, don't spout nonsense. I've been sitting here honestly, how could I be related to your article? What use would I have for your article?"

Xu Junran's face was pale, and his gaze was filled with resentment, "Huang Zixuan, don't pretend! You know what you did!"

Slam!

Huang Zixuan slammed his teacup on the coffee table, stood up, and looked at Xu Junran, "Xu Junran, I advise you to be clear-headed! I don't care what your purpose is in saying this, but you should understand that I am a state official. What you're saying now is tantamount to defaming a state official. Do you believe I can have you arrested right now?"

By the end, Huang Zixuan's voice was stern and forceful.

"You!!!"

Xu Junran raised his finger at Huang Zixuan, but couldn't speak for a long time. Finally, he glared at Huang Zixuan and said, "You'll regret it!"

Huang Zixuan smiled coldly, "For the sake of our old friendship, I won't hold today's incident against you. Now, please leave my office immediately. Whether I regret it or not is none of your business. I can guarantee that if you don't leave in five minutes, you will regret it!"

Xu Junran sighed deeply, let his hand fall limply, and muttered something under his breath. He turned around and left Huang Zixuan's office step by step.

Watching Xu Junran's back, Huang Zixuan smiled smugly, but a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: If this article were published under my name, could it help me advance further?

A young theoretical master, an expert in party building?

Ha ha, not a bad title.

He didn't know that at the moment Xu Junran turned around, a sly smile appeared on his lips.

Huang Zixuan, I've dug such a big hole for you. If you don't jump in, wouldn't it be a waste of my efforts?

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