Reborn in 79, the educated youth wife regretted her divorce.

Chapter 86: Problems with the Publication of the Novel

"You could say that," Jiang Yang admitted.

Cai Peiyuan pondered for a moment and said, "Jiang Yang, I appreciate your kind intentions. However, starting a business is not easy, so you should use your money wisely. You can withdraw the donation of the school uniforms to avoid affecting your business. After all, encouraging students to start businesses is the school's policy, and it would be a loss if the donation affected your development."

He paused, then added, "As for Zhuang Qiang, don't worry, I'll handle it."

Jiang Yang shook his head: "Principal Cai, I have already made arrangements for the donation. My assistant should have finished preparing it. It's too late to withdraw now."

Cai Peiyuan was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Looks like your business is quite large! You even have an assistant. Good, very good! I look forward to you donating a research building to the school in the future!"

Jiang Yang smiled as well.

"Alright, Jiang Yang, you can go back now and wait for news."

Cai Peiyuan waved his hand, indicating that Jiang Yang could leave.

Jiang Yang stood up and politely said goodbye: "Thank you, Principal Cai. I'll be going now."

He turned and walked out of the principal's office, gently closing the door behind him.

However, when he turned around, he bumped into Zhuang Qiang.

Zhuang Qiang was holding a document in his hand and walking hurriedly, clearly having something to report to the principal.

When he saw Jiang Yang come out of the principal's office, he was stunned for a moment, and a hint of suspicion flashed across his originally tense face.

"Jiang Yang? What are you doing here? And what are you doing coming from the principal's office?"

Jiang Yang glanced at him indifferently and said calmly, "I'm here to see the principal about something."

"What is it?" Zhuang Qiang pressed.

"Nothing to do with you."

Jiang Yang spoke coldly, then walked straight past him.

Zhuang Qiang watched his departing figure, his brows furrowed.

This kid is acting all mysterious; he's definitely up to no good!

He was filled with doubt as he pushed open the door to the principal's office.

"Principal, the contract for the garment factory has been drafted." He handed the document to Cai Peiyuan.

He secretly reduced the number of donations in the contract by 500 sets, and then prepared a fake contract, intending to get away with it.

Cai Peiyuan glanced at the contract seemingly casually, then suddenly exclaimed "Eh!" feigning surprise, "1,500 sets of school uniforms? Isn't that what Jiang Yang was going to donate? That kid, he's really got some skills!"

Zhuang Qiang's heart skipped a beat, but he probed calmly, "Principal, what brings Jiang Yang to see you?"

Cai Peiyuan waved his hand: "It's nothing, just a small matter, it has nothing to do with you. Go and arrange the receipt of the school uniforms."

Zhuang Qiang's doubts deepened, but he dared not ask any more questions. He could only nod in agreement and turn to leave the principal's office.

Cai Peiyuan looked at the contract in his hand, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

That old bastard Zhuang Qiang thought he was senile and was making a fool of him!

As soon as he received the school uniform, he contacted the police.

As Jiang Yang walked out of the principal's office, the pager on his waist suddenly vibrated.

He took it out and saw it was a message from Li Yu—come to the newspaper office immediately, it's urgent!

Jiang Yang's heart skipped a beat.

What urgent matter could the newspaper have?

Could there be a problem with the novel's publication?

He didn't dare to delay, so he immediately hailed a taxi and headed straight for the newspaper office.

The taxi sped along, and Jiang Yang's heart raced with it.

He tried to recall recent events, attempting to pinpoint where the problem might have occurred.

When he arrived at the newspaper office, he immediately spotted Li Yu, who was waiting anxiously.

"What's wrong? What happened?" he asked anxiously.

Li Yu pulled him aside and whispered, "There's someone causing trouble inside. They're saying that the novel in 'Jiang'an' was written by him. Editor-in-Chief Li and Editor Meng are negotiating with him inside."

Jiang Yang was stunned for a moment, then a surge of anger welled up in his heart.

How dare someone frame him?

"Are you sure you wrote the novel?" Li Yu asked cautiously.

Jiang Yang understood his concerns and nodded firmly: "Of course I wrote it! I typed it out word by word!"

Li Yu visibly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing his affirmative answer.

"That's good, that's good. Let's go in and take a look."

Jiang Yang followed him into the newspaper office, where he saw a disheveled man with messy hair standing in the center of the office, waving a stack of manuscript papers and shouting while spitting everywhere.

"Your newspaper used my novel without my permission! I'm going to sue you!"

Meng Yan rubbed her temples, looking helpless.

"Sir, what evidence do you have to prove that you wrote the novel 'Jiang'an'?"

"Evidence? This is the evidence!" The man waved the manuscript in his hand.

"These are all my manuscripts!"

Meng Yan sneered: "This kind of thing can't be used as evidence at all. Who knows if you copied it down after seeing it being sold in the newspaper?"

The man was taken aback by her words, and his face turned bright red.

"You...you're slandering me! I...I had already written the entire plot, but it was stolen by your newspaper! Now...even if I rewrite it, I can't write it exactly the same! You're trying to get rid of me!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice grew louder and louder.

Jiang Yang strode up to him, his sharp gaze sweeping over his greasy face.

"Sir, you're saying you wrote this novel? Where's the proof?"

The fake writer was intimidated by his imposing manner and subconsciously took a half step back, but then he stubbornly shouted, "Evidence? This is the evidence!"

He waved the manuscript paper in his hand again, "These are all handwritten manuscripts by my own hands!"

Jiang Yang snatched the manuscript paper, quickly flipped through a few pages, and was immediately shocked.

This person's handwriting is 80% similar to his!

The fact that the novels published by the newspaper were all in print indicates that this person had seen his original manuscript!

Jiang Yang ignored the fake writer's evasive words and turned to Meng Yan and Li Yunying, saying, "Editors, please speak to me in private."

The three walked to a corner of the office, and Jiang Yang lowered his voice and said, "This person's handwriting is very similar to mine, and he's holding a handwritten manuscript, while the newspaper publishes the printed version. This means that someone leaked my manuscript to him!"

Meng Yan's expression changed: "You mean, there's a mole inside the newspaper?"

Jiang Yang nodded: "That's right! And this person must have read my original manuscript!"

Meng Yan's face turned ashen.

She never expected something like this to happen within the newspaper.

Li Yunying seemed to suddenly realize something, and her expression turned ugly.

“I remember now! The day Pan Dehai returned to the branch office after pulling strings, I went to the restroom, and when I came back, I found him lurking suspiciously near my desk! I didn’t think much of it at the time, but now it seems he’s highly suspicious!”

Jiang Yang frowned.

Pan Dehai?

That editor he pushed into the countryside?