"You're certainly well-informed, Mr. Tang!"
Yan Feifan offered the compliment, and Tang Jun's smug voice came over the line. "The Affiliated Hospital is practically our journal's backyard. I have eyes and ears everywhere."
"Besides, Mr. Yan, you're as prominent as the sun and the moon. Your every move is under the microscope."
Yan Feifan chuckled softly. Tang Jun's tone on the phone suddenly shifted as he started to vent his troubles.
"Mr. Yan, I'm having a tough time of it. We receive plenty of submissions every week, but the overall quality is low."
"Those people from the medical school and the Affiliated Hospital, whenever they write a decent paper, they just have to submit it to one of those foreign medical journals."
"Mr. Yan, for the past few months, our journal has been relying solely on your two papers to maintain its prestige."
