Lin Tang was unaware of the turmoil in the man's heart, for it was her turn now.
She first helped an elderly military spouse to mail a letter.
Lin Tang explained to the operator that she needed to make a call.
A young and beautiful operator with a pleasant voice dialed the number for her.
After a short wait, a voice came through the handset.
"Hello, this is the Xiangyang Newspaper," a clear male voice answered from the other end.
The voice sounded very young and particularly spirited.
"Hello, I am Lin Tang from the Shuangshan Brigade. I had submitted a manuscript to your newspaper before. Do you remember?" Lin Tang got straight to the point.
The person on the other end of the line was Wan Xinxue.
Ever since the latest issue of the newspaper had sold well, he walked with an air of confidence.
Even the tedious task of reviewing manuscripts had become enjoyable.
In his eyes, Lin Tang's name was surrounded by a halo, sparkling and shining.
