I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 359: Once the List Comes Out, Things Change

Chapter 359: Chapter 359: Once the List Comes Out, Things Change

Many people had gathered in front of the propaganda field, everyone searching for their own names. It was easy to find since they were organized by department—just go to your department’s section.

The entire propaganda field featured one wall with handwritten name lists, neatly executed and adorned with borders.

The students who wrote the names had impressive calligraphy skills.

Naturally, finding names was easy for everyone.

There were whispers, or perhaps remarks meant to be overheard.

The voices were soft and frail, sounding innocent. Lost in the crowd, you wouldn’t know who was speaking.

"How come the Deputy Secretary of the Youth League Branch’s name isn’t on there? Could she have been missed?"

"How could she have been missed? Sun Xiuyuan didn’t go because she was sick, right?"

"That’s too bad, missing such a meaningful event because of illness."

"I heard you can apply to plant later."

"But it’s not the same; it doesn’t carry the honor of participating in a group activity."

"Some students who didn’t go were truly sick; you can’t blame them..."

"Then who do you blame? If you were sick and didn’t go, should your name still be listed? What would the other students who did the labor think?"

"Right, if there are more activities like this, should everyone just get a sick note so no one goes and yet everyone still gets their names written down for the honor?"

"That’s not just dishonest—it’s also really unfair!"

There were those who spoke bluntly but thought quickly, jabbering like little cannons, blurting out their thoughts. No one noticed Sun Xiuyuan standing right behind them.

Sun Xiuyuan’s cheeks flushed red; she hadn’t expected Qiao Qingyu to pull such a move.

First angry, then pale, she turned and ran toward the school gates.

She needed to call home urgently; the article about her interview shouldn’t be published.

Sun Xiuyuan quickly reached the office.

The attendant at the office knew her well, as she often made calls there. He hurriedly allowed her to use the phone, and she whispered urgently to her Brother Sun, "Brother, quickly call the daily newspaper and have them pull the article."

"Why should the article be pulled?"

Brother Sun furrowed his brows. His little sister’s words seemed unreliable. Getting an article published or pulled wasn’t that simple—there had to be a reason.

Then he asked, "Are you trying to do a good deed anonymously?"

Sun Xiuyuan dared not tell Brother Sun the truth.

If she told him that she hadn’t done anything, just snapped a few photos before running back to school and obtaining a sick note, he would have been furious.

But she hadn’t expected Qiao Qingyu’s move, posting the participants’ list in such a prominent way. In Xichuan, the agricultural college was indeed large but was only a medium-sized institution in reality.

So such a task wasn’t very difficult for the student council.

But once Qiao Qingyu released that list, things changed.

Brother Sun was still busy on the other end, thinking his sister was being childish again, coercing patiently, "Alright, I’m busy here. We can talk when you come home during the holidays." After that, he hung up.

At that moment, another student ran towards the office because someone knew Sun Xiuyuan was there; he arrived out of breath, "Sun, the Secretary of the Youth League Branch needs to see you."

Sun Xiuyuan wanted to call Brother Sun again, but that was now impossible.

She followed the student to the Youth League Branch office.

The matter discussed was also about the list, which the school leadership had agreed to in their meeting, and there was no reason to disagree.

What grounds were there to object?

If this issue were indeed obstructed and the students found out, wouldn’t that lead to rebellion?

Thus, no game was left for those students hoping to muddy the waters.

The Branch Secretary wanted to inform Sun Xiuyuan about this matter; the Youth League Branch was planning to take action and contact a factory to process plaques to be placed in each designated forest area, truly assigning responsibility to individuals.

Planting had been done en masse; some neglected it while others thrived. Then, people would vie for credit.

He mentioned the factory matter to Sun Xiuyuan, "You handle the liaison, the branch will cover the expenses."

The factory had connections with the Sun family, and with that relationship, processing the plaques could be done cheaper, especially since funds were tight.

Sun Xiuyuan felt a bit dizzy but took this opportunity to return home.

She called the reporter, who excitedly asked for credit, telling her it was already printed and would be distributed after midnight.

Newspaper printing doesn’t happen the same day—it was a jest.

So, the newspapers had been printed and mostly distributed already.

If agricultural college students saw it, what would they think?

Though it might not be very noticeable, it still featured her photo.

Without the list, honestly speaking, among thousands of people, no one would know if they were included.

But now with the list released, there was nowhere to hide.

Sun Xiuyuan left the college gates, not bothering to contact the factory about the plaques but went straight to see Mr. Sun.

Mr. Sun had just finished a meeting. Unexpectedly, it was his most beloved daughter, drenched in sweat—certainly, there was an issue. He instructed his secretary to bring her in.

When he heard his daughter’s request, he was taken aback, "Why didn’t I know about this?"

"This was handled by my brother. It was a minor issue, so I didn’t mention it," Sun Xiuyuan confessed hesitantly.

Mr. Sun’s brow furrowed. He disapproved of his daughter drawing attention at this time. The afforestation drive was in full vigor across Xichuan, a pivotal ongoing task as it also indicated the region’s future direction.

Combatting deserts, greening mountains and rivers—never underestimate this task; it was even monitored from above.

His daughter, as Deputy Secretary of the Youth League Branch, leading students in tree planting was expected. Giving her sole coverage wasn’t ideal—it could lead to accusations of nepotism and special privileges...

But the newspaper had already been published. Who would bear the losses if it was pulled now?

He sighed deeply, massaging his temples. His son was usually so reliable, why had he mishandled this?

Now, pulling it back was already too late, but he wanted to know what exactly was the reason.