I wanted to find a class, but they wouldn't let me. In other words, I took the path of literary creation out of necessity."

The reporter looked very embarrassed: "Teacher Chen, you should try your best to say something that I can write in the report, right?"

Chen Qingluo sighed and said in an emotionless tone like a primary school student reciting a text: "Ever since I was a child, I have always harbored a literary dream..."

After the interview, Chen Qingluo walked out and saw a woman bowing to her:

"Teacher Chen, I am Zhang Qian from the Propaganda Department. The award ceremony will be held soon. I will take you to the venue."

"Are you Zhang Qian from the Propaganda Department?"

"Yes, you know me?" Zhang Qian was a little surprised.

"Bitch."

"Ah?" Zhang Qian thought she heard wrongly.

Chen Qingluo said nothing and walked forward angrily. Zhang Qian suspected that she had heard wrongly. But she could clearly feel that Chen Qingluo was quite unkind to her.

Zhang Qian ran after her and secretly twisted the fingers of her hands together. I have heard that Chen Qingluo is difficult to get along with, but I have never heard that she is so difficult to serve! But receiving Chen Qingluo is a political task and must not be messed up. She has no temper.

None.

"Teacher Chen, please go this way."

Chen Qingluo's eyes were like the north wind, and he glanced at her sharply, which made Zhang Qian's heart tremble.

"Smelly woman..."

Zhang Qian was sweating behind her back: "What did you say?"

"Nothing. Lead the way and let's go."

…

"Teacher Li, it's time for me to go." Lin Feng said to Li Tingfang.

"Yes." Li Tingfang opened her eyes. After working all day, she felt a little tired. She just closed her eyes for a moment to relax. Under the shining of the setting sun, she felt drowsy. As she gets older, when she is sleepy, it is not her fault.

Able to control.

But she couldn't sleep anymore, there was more important work to do next.

She will preside over the final round of evaluation of the essay competition, which will determine who will ultimately win the award.

Lin Feng helped her stand up. Li Tingfang retracted her hand and said: "85 points."

"Um?"

Li Tingfang said: "I will give you 85 points."

"Um……"

Lin Feng felt slightly disappointed, but he knew Li Tingfang very well and was mentally prepared for this result, so he was not particularly disappointed.

"This is a fair score. Whatever the score is, I will give it. My identity doesn't allow me to be biased," Li Tingfang said.

Lin Feng lowered his head: "I know."

"Shen Qingfeng will definitely give Lin Luo a high score and give you a low score. The highest and lowest scores will be removed from this competition. This competition system is to avoid his situation, but it will still have an impact.

.This is unfair to you, but there is no way, there is no absolute fairness in the world."

Lin Feng nodded: "I understand."

"You can only make it through by doing your best and being blameless. You have worked hard this time. If you don't make it through in the end, it means you still need to polish it, so come back next year."

Li Tingfang thought for a while and said: "As Hemingway said, people can be destroyed, but they cannot be defeated."

Lin Feng's voice became firmer: "Yes!"

"It's almost time," Li Tingfang glanced at her watch, "I should go to the venue."

…

"It's time for me to go to the venue." Shen Qingfeng said to Lin Luo, "There's no need to worry about it anymore. No matter what, I will always be number one."

Lin Luo was lying on the table. The white paper in front of him was covered with notes, including names and arithmetic formulas. It was very messy.

Lin Luo's expression was very nervous: "Let's do the calculation again for the last time. You add Teacher Liu and Teacher Fan. Teacher Liu can score 95 points, and you can give 90 points. In this case, as long as Teacher Fan can be a little more generous..."

Shen Qingfeng said impatiently: "As long as Li Tingfang doesn't give you a score below 60, your average score will definitely be above 90."

Lin Luo said: "It mainly depends on Teacher Fan. It's a pity that he is a shameless person. He took a bath and accepted the gifts. The last sentence will be fair."

Shen Qingfeng said: "There are always such old-fashioned things. Don't think about it anymore. After all, there is a limit to what you can do with money. If you can spend money, others can also spend money. What's more, what we want is not to be the first, as long as we suppress Raymond Lam.

That’s fine.”

Lin Luo pursed her lips.

It was Shen Qingfeng's wish to suppress Lin Feng, but it was not Lin Luo's wish.

This time, the right time, the right place, the right people, and everything is on his side. If he wants to win first place in the cultural competition, this may be the best opportunity.

If you don't get first place, there will always be some regrets.

Shen Qingfeng didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't point it out.

In fact, Teacher Fan among the judges has already relented. He can see that if he works harder, it is very likely that he will get his points as well.

But that doesn't make sense to him.

Lin Feng was a rival to Shen Qingfeng, so how could Lin Luo not be a threat? Lin Luo could backstab Lin Feng, but couldn't he backstab him?

He never thought that Lin Luo must take first place. As for whether Lin Luo can take first place in the end, it depends on his own fortune and luck.

Shen Qingfeng grabbed the leather bag on the table, put it under his arm, and said, "I'm leaving."

"Teacher Shen, walk slowly. I'll see you off."

…

"It was sent here." Yan Zishan turned around and said to Diao Yiwen's father.

Not far away, the No. 010 black car with "Official Car" printed on it was parked on the roadside. The civil servant stood outside the car, respectfully waiting for Yanzishan to drive.

Father Diao nodded and whispered: "Teacher Yan, since my daughter has entered the third round, she is actually satisfied, but if she can get the ranking, there will be less regrets..."

Yan Zishan did not express his position and said expressionlessly: "I know."

Father Diao stretched out his finger and made a small gesture: "If she can get a slightly better ranking, it will be a complete success for her. From now on..."

"It goes without saying."

Yan Zishan turned around and left. What he said was nonsense. How could he give himself a low score for the manuscript that Yan Zishan revised by himself? He is not that kind of rigid person. What he wrote himself, he

I always give myself full marks.

He decided to give Diao Yiwen's manuscript a score of 98. One point was deducted because it was not entirely written by him, and the other point was for modesty. If he wanted to remove the highest score, he would remove his own score.

Since he said that Diao Yiwen's manuscript could be ranked second, Diao Yiwen would definitely be ranked second, and would neither be ranked first nor ranked third.

He has this kind of confidence because he is Yanzishan.

…

"I don't have the confidence to win first place. I just learned a few days ago how well prepared everyone else was this time. Some people started writing half a year in advance. It only took me a few days to get the manuscript out, and the end part was still missing.

Was taken to the hospital."

Wang Zixu squatted on the flower bed, lit a cigarette in front of the sunset, and said to Ye Lan on the other end of the phone.

As he talked, he smiled, but his smile was a little bitter. He felt that he was getting more and more caught up in life. Besides, there were so many mosquitoes beside the flower bed.

Ye Lan said with a "huhu" smile: "You don't have to be too presumptuous. Don't forget that you are the one who achieved 16% retention from 6% in a day. I won't be surprised if any miracle happens to you."

.”

"After all, those are two different things. No matter how much money you make, you may not be recognized by everyone. You see, the world's richest man also has a lot of people scolding him."

"That's true." Ye Lan said, "But if I become the richest man, I don't mind others scolding me."

"The uncomfortable thing is that when you are poor, there are a lot of people coming over to point at you and scold you."

Ye Lan laughed "haha", but Wang Zixu did not laugh. Because he was talking about personal experience, and no matter how funny personal experience is, it will not make people laugh.

Ye Lan said: "Guess where I am now?"

Wang Zixu said: "You didn't come to the literary party too, did you?"

"Uh-huh." Ye Lan said softly, "Zuo Ziliang is here too. We are all here to see you."

Wang Zixu covered his face: "What should I do with the company? Isn't it making money? What's so interesting about this crappy article?"

"It's so lively, what's wrong with it? Today is your big day, we must come."

Wang Zixu said bitterly: "I feel a lot of pressure from you guys. I may not be able to get a ranking."

"If you can't get the ranking, we will just watch the fun!" Ye Lan said.

After saying that, she added: "Hey, what kind of name do you expect of yourself?"

"I had no expectations."
To be continued...