"Let Wang Zixu participate in the second round directly. It can really be done."

"How?"

Chen Qingluo said: "Have you carefully read the instructions for soliciting essays?"

Ning Chunyan went crazy: "Oh, don't answer my questions with questions! Just tell me the answer!"

Ning Chunyan was very anxious, but Chen Qingluo didn't give in anymore:

"Xihe City Cultural Tourism and Nanjing University are the counterpart units for hand-in-hand friendly cultural exchanges. This cultural conference also gave Nanjing University several special invitation quotas to participate. Because they are special invitations, they will not participate in the preliminary selection and will directly enter the second round."

Ning Chunyan thought for a long time before she understood what she was thinking: "You mean, let Wang Zixu's manuscript directly participate in the second round of selection as a specially invited manuscript by NTU?"

"Um."

Ning Chunyan took a deep breath.

"Qingluo, I admit that your idea is very bold, but have you ever thought about it, Wang Zixu is not from Nanda!"

Chen Qingluo said plausibly: "But we are from NTU. Isn't this enough?"

"Isn't this enough?" Ning Chunyan looked at her like she was an idiot.

Chen Qingluo said: "If you look at the regulations carefully, the rules do not say that articles specially invited by NTU must be written by NTU students."

"Really? But Wang Zixu is not a college graduate!"

"The rules don't say it has to be written by a college graduate."

“But he doesn’t even know which way the NTU gate opens!”

“What a coincidence, the rules don’t say that authors of specially invited manuscripts must know which way the NTU gate opens.”

Ning Chunyan took a deep breath and said: "I admit that your ideas are wild and unconstrained, but do you know what you are talking about? For a person who has no NTU background or experience, you take his manuscript to NTU and say,

'Hello, we think this manuscript is very well written, please be sure to add it to the invited manuscripts, thank you!' Do you think people will agree to you?"

Chen Qingluo said: "If you don't do this, then you can only take whose manuscript and go to the second round of essay review committee, wave the manuscript and say to them, 'I am Ning Chunyan, I think this manuscript has been judged

Wrong, I want you to overturn the results of the last round of the Propaganda Department and directly add this manuscript to the second round. Which one do you think has a higher success rate?"

Ning Chunyan bit her fingers.

Zhang Qian is indeed a bitch. She eliminated Wang Zixu's manuscript for very ridiculous reasons. But that is also an established fact, and it is the result of the review endorsed by the authority.

Regardless of her reason for killing Wang Zixu, it was the result of a unanimous decision by the Propaganda Department and the Organizing Committee after review and review. Once formed, it cannot be changed. When the result is announced, it is not her personal opinion, but

It is the result of the collective decision-making of the Propaganda Department.

The review organizing committee for the second round is also part of the Xihe civil service system. She cannot let others overturn the results of the previous round. That is not overturning Zhang Qian's decision alone, it is going against the entire civil service system of Xihe.

.

No matter how ridiculous Zhang Qian's reason for rejecting the manuscript is, it still represents the opinion of the organizing committee. As long as the pressure of public opinion is not strong enough to force the entire civil service system in Xihe City to surrender, there is nothing they can do against her.

In the final analysis, the results of the first round of review cannot be changed, and it is impossible to expect the system to self-correct. If you want Wang Zixu's manuscript to win the resurrection competition, you must win from defeat and survive from death.

Thinking about it this way, Chen Qingluo's method is probably the only solution.

Ning Chunyan calmed down and asked seriously: "Qingluo, are you sure it's not written in the rules? Doesn't it say in the rules, 'Manuscripts invited by NTU must have NTU education experience'?"

Chen Qingluo thought for a while, turned around and opened the web page on her computer, entered the official website of the Xihe Literary and Art Association, clicked to view the essay solicitation instructions for the Literary and Art Association, and after a moment, turned around and said: "I didn't write it."

“Isn’t it written above that the person invited by NTU to write a manuscript must have some kind of relationship with NTU, even if his mother sweeps the floor at NTU?”

"No. In fact, the rules are very simple. In a nutshell, as long as the NTU representative thinks the quality of the manuscript is acceptable. NTU chooses the sender, not the publisher," Chen Qingluo said.

Ning Chunyan was speechless, lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Chen Qingluo said earnestly: "This matter is not as difficult as you think. We all know the professor at Nanjing University who is responsible for soliciting manuscripts. It is just a matter of persuading him to add a manuscript by Wang Zixu to the specially invited manuscript team. This matter will be done.

Director Mei has already said that when Wang Zixu’s manuscript enters the second round, he will turn a blind eye.”

After Ning Chunyan was silent for a moment, he asked: "Who is the professor in charge of soliciting manuscripts at NTU?"

"Zhong Junmin."

An old-fashioned old professor with black-rimmed glasses flashed in Ning Chunyan's mind. He was spitting and scolding the little prince. He immediately covered his head and shouted:

"Why is it him! He is the most difficult to talk to!"

Chen Qingluo reached out and patted her shoulder: "It depends on the person. Didn't you promise that whose manuscript will enter the third round?"

"But Qingluo, this method is too outrageous. Whether it works or not, the consequences will be very serious!"

Let’s not talk about Zhong Junmin’s expression when he heard their request. Taking a step back, if Professor Zhong really agreed in a daze, and then Wang Zixu successfully advanced to the third round, what would be the result?

At that time, students from NTU gathered around to watch the essay call and admire the masterpieces of specially invited authors from our school. When they looked at the author, Wang Zixu, who was he? I don’t know him. Which department is he from?

The answer: It’s from Beili.

What would their expressions be like then?

Or what would Wang Zixu’s wife and family think when they learned that Wang Zixu had been shortlisted for the third round of the essay competition and saw the “Specially Invited Manuscript from NTU” marked on his manuscript? When will your kid go to NTU?

Gone?

Thinking of this, Ning Chunyan shuddered. This scene was joyful, funny, absurd, and even quite exciting. She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

But at this moment, Chen Qingluo's very bewitching voice sounded in her ears:

"Okay, if you don't want to, that's up to you. After all, that person is your friend, not mine. And how he was ridiculed and scolded in the street, and finally jumped from the 10th floor unbearably humiliated, that's okay

It's none of my business, I don't care anyway."

Ning Chunyan gritted his teeth and said, "Then give it a try. It all depends on people."

Chen Qingluo showed a teachable expression.

"You come with me."

After Ning Chunyan finished speaking, Chen Qingluo showed a troubled expression again.

"I want to write a novel."

"You can't let me go alone, can you?" Ning Chunyan said, "Didn't you say that you, an NTU alumnus, want to endorse Prince Xu?"

After Chen Qingluo experienced a serious struggle in her heart, she finally nodded with difficulty: "Okay."

Ning Chunyan was a little surprised that she agreed so easily: "Why are you so concerned about this matter? It's rare for you to be so active for someone who has nothing to do with you!"

Chen Qingluo hesitated for a while before saying:

"Because I hate bitches.

"I can leave this world to anyone, but I can't leave it to a bitch."

Ning Chunyan said sincerely: "You are right."

…

Today's lunch for the Wenwen Club is braised lobster. The aunt they invited is from Qianjiang, a little-known small city in the central part of the country that is famous for two things: first, it is the hometown of Cao Yu, one of the "Lu Guo Mao Cao";

Second, their crayfish are sold domestically.

Auntie is very proud of her skill in braised lobster. After everyone finished their meal, she came to the table to check how many shrimps were left as a proof of acceptance of her cooking skills.

The result of the inspection was that basically there was only soup, water and chili seasoning left in the large pot, and there was only one shrimp left.

This is the one that Wang Zixu is looking at right now.

The armor is used for fighting, and its whole body is bright and majestic red. Two long pincers are held high, looking for power. It must have been a proud shrimp when it was alive, but its pride has passed away as it became a meal.

Lobster's dark eyes stared at Wang Zixu, and he suddenly opened his mouth and said: "Your current living condition is unhealthy."

Wang Zixu smiled and shook his head. He felt that he must be crazy. He knew that he was unhealthy, but no matter what, he must be healthier than the shrimp in front of him.

Lobster added: "Dejection, lack of aggression, and a serious lack of serotonin in your body will affect your happiness index."

It was Sartre before, and now it was lobster. Wang Zixu felt that he was getting used to it, and asked: "Who are you?"

Lobster bowed to him at the table: "I am Jordan Lobster Peterson, your home-based Dr. Lobster."

Wang Zixu said: "Hello, Dr. Lobster, what's wrong with me?"

The lobster crawled closer to him on the table: "I am a researcher of lobster living habits, you know? The aggressive behavior of lobsters is very interesting."

"Aggression?"

"Yes, the lobster group is similar to you humans. They all adopt a cruel winner-take-all unequal distribution system. Only the shrimp that wins the battle is eligible to be allocated the best territory."

"We humans are not winner-take-all," Wang Zixu said.

The lobster hooked his claws: "Yes, that's the case on the surface, but in reality, everyone knows how it is, right? You are just letting the losers survive so that they can accept the fate of continued exploitation.

"For example, if you don't get the distinction, you still work diligently in the unit just to maintain your status and salary, and then you forget that you are actually wasting your efforts. I have to admit that in this aspect, human beings have done a lot

Much smarter than a lobster, right?"

Wang Zixu didn’t want to talk to a lobster about how human society operates: “Go on and talk about the aggressive behavior of lobsters.”

"Lobsters will fight for territory. My research found that the serotonin levels in the winning lobsters will surge sharply, while the losing lobsters will have a sharp drop in serotonin levels.

“The winning lobsters tend to show off their power, while the losers tend to be dejected, as if they have been severely hit, and will refuse to fight again within a few days. The shadow of failure makes their claws heavy.
To be continued...