Sun Gan was like a mute who had swallowed bitter herbs and found it hard to speak.
Su Hai looked at the Phoenix manuscript intently, the more he read, the more satisfied he became. Now that he was in charge of culture, he had to make achievements. The stagnant publications had to take new steps to keep pace with the times in this era of reform and opening up. If one couldn't lead in progress, they would vanish within it.
Su Hai's vision was always sharp, and he strived for innovation to make a political mark. Now, the Phoenix novel in front of him marked the beginning of his innovations, and One Weekly was his experimental field.
Among so many cities in the nation, he was determined to make the city's culture and sports far surpass the rest of the country and become a beacon of the era's progress.
Su Hai flipped through the manuscript in his hand over and over again, and a rough plan of operation had already taken shape in his mind.
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A month later
