Zhang Zian saw the message compiled by the editor. He savored it several times carefully, and in his heart, he felt an inexplicable sense of expectation. Had something changed?
Now the weather was warm, and he could go out wearing just a single layer. Without saying a word, he asked Pi to wait for a moment. He ran downstairs, opened the shutter door, and trotted to the Northside newsstand to buy newspapers.
He had gotten there early, and as expected, he managed to buy morning newspapers fresh off the printing press, smelling of ink.
Not in the headline, but in the corner of the front page, he found an article about the size of a tofu block, signed by Zhu Jisheng. The title of the article was "Literary Criticism Should Not Exceed the Proper Limits."
