I am so hard, hard, and sweating profusely, and I am so tired that I ask for monthly votes and recommendation votes...

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Just when Wang Bo thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, he started writing his "The Wandering Earth" these days before the New Year, which was already a novella that had already been praised for its tribute to the sea, he did not want to, and the people who disturbed him came again, and there were two groups, one was a reporter from De City Daily and the other was a reporter from Chuan Provincial Daily. The origins were different, but the purpose was the same. They all said that they would interview him, an outstanding student who had won glory for De City/Chuan Province and added color to him.

Although Wang Bo was a little annoyed about the interview with the newspaper reporter and didn't want to stir up the Chenfan who had been fried several times, he was not easy to refuse the interview with the people of his hometown. So, in order to avoid talking less, he called two groups of people together and asked them to ask them if they had any questions. He would definitely tell everything he could!

The reporters' concerns are similar. To summarize them in three words, they are his past, present and future. Wang Bo answered one by one, and the two groups of reporters also recorded one by one, and then took a photo separately - holding his honorary certificate for the "New Concept Composition Competition" special prize - and took a photo, and it took two hours to finish it.

Of course, during the interview process, like countless interviews in the past, Wang Bo naturally mentioned the novels he had written and was writing again. This kind of advertisement that costs money is useless and not to be called.

After seeing off two groups of reporters, it was noon.

Wang Bo rode his bike to the rice noodle shop for lunch.

When eating, I found that the employees' condition today was different from usual. They were all happy, full of energy, and walked with wind. Wang Bo was still a little confused. It was not until he went to the kitchen to ask his aunt to cook for him and cook rice noodles for lunch. The eldest and second aunts who were busy in the kitchen grabbed him with joy and asked him about the details of the year-end bonus, that he understood the reason why the employees' feet were in a state of wind today.

Surprise is only called surprise before it is revealed, and it is not called surprise if it is announced in advance. Wang Bo smiled and refused to answer when he inquired about the two aunts, but said that the year-end bonus this year will be quite generous and guaranteed not to disappoint everyone. Although Jie Mingfang and Chao Zhonghui wished to use the bamboo wicker that was emitting rice noodles in their hands to pry open their nephew's iron mouth, Wang Bo didn't say it, and they had no choice but to secretly guess what kind of guarantee method the nephew's mouth "guaranteed not to disappoint everyone".

After lunch, Wang Bo rode his bike back home and was about to start doing his own business, that is, writing novels. As soon as he opened his notebook, he suddenly remembered something that he had forgotten. Wang Bo immediately slapped his forehead and hurriedly packed the notebook on the table, stuffed it into a paper bag with a ballpoint pen for writing. He went out and rode his bike, and rode to the county library without turning around. While riding his bike, Wang Bo prayed in his heart:

Aunt Cheng, Aunt Cheng, you must be in the library today!

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The library is Qingshui Yamen, and even as the New Year approaches, there is nothing to do. Cheng Wenjin held a meeting chaired by director Liu Zhiji in the morning. He listened to Liu Zhiji's "high-level" summary of the past, and continued the past and opened up the future, and was drowsy.

"Assistant Cheng, do you have anything to add?" After Liu Zhiji finished speaking, he looked at Cheng Wenjin with a smile like Maitreya Buddha, narrowing into a slit with unconcealed intoxication. This look made Cheng Wenjin feel like a ray of light on his back, and he got goosebumps all over his body, and said hurriedly, "I have nothing to add to it."

"Haha, Assistant Cheng is just polite. Everyone can see the level of Assistant Cheng's speech, but unfortunately he cherishes the ink like gold, and he is rarely given advice." Liu Zhiji smiled, closed his notebook, and prepared to end the meeting. "That's it. Everyone will attend the party tomorrow night, so you must not be absent! Several leaders of the Cultural Bureau, including some leaders of the Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government, are also here."

Cheng Wenjin took his laptop and was about to go back to the office. As soon as he went downstairs, he saw Wang Bo standing at the door of his office, protruding his head. Cheng Wenjin walked up quietly and coughed gently.

Wang Bo was still a little disappointed when he saw that Cheng Wenjin's office was not around, but he saw that the door of the other party's office was open, unlike he hadn't come to work, so he planned to go to the reading room to write a novel first, and then come to find the other party after a while. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard two slight coughs coming from behind him. At the same time, a refreshing fragrance penetrated into his nose. Just based on this familiar and pleasant fragrance, Wang Bo knew who the visitor was.

"Ah, Aunt Cheng - did you... go out just now?" Wang Bo turned around, with a surprise on his face.

"I've just held a meeting. Come in and sit. Are you thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of boiling water." Cheng Wenjin smiled and walked into the office, heading towards the water dispenser.

"Thank you Aunt Cheng." Wang Bo followed in happily, came to the guest chair in front of Cheng Wenjin's desk, and sat down, and placed the paper bag with him on the table.

"I heard from Xiaoya that you won the special prize awarded by the organizing committee in this year's 'New Concept Composition Competition'. Congratulations, Wang Bo." Cheng Wenjin handed Wang Bo the paper cup containing boiling water to Wang Bo and congratulated him with a smile.

When she got off work last night, she heard her daughter talk about the notice being asked by the school to stay on campus when she was asked to cooperate with Sifang TV's shooting. She was immediately interested and immediately asked what was going on. Liang Ya said that a student who went to Shanghai to participate in the "New Concept Composition Event" in their school won the special prize. Sifang TV wanted to conduct a character interview for the student and needed some background material. Liang Ya did not say her name, but Wenjin knew about Wang Bo's participation in the rematch, and immediately understood that the classmate in her daughter's mouth should be Wang Bo. Cheng Wenjin was quite surprised at the time, but thinking about the little kid who could write an extremely excellent novel like "Rural Teacher", it was very likely that she would make a big splash in the rematch. At that time, she looked at her extremely happy daughter. The two smiled in a sympathetic smile and secretly felt happy for Wang Bo.

However, my husband at that time was a big frightening person and said several Yintan words with great disdain, saying that he was just a little kid who could write some articles? Sifang Middle School was so full of fanfare that all the teachers and students of the school were studying with the prince. He was also very dedicated to creating stars! It was enough! I don’t know that I had stuffed a lot of money to the director of Sifang TV.

"I'm so lucky! I'm just lucky!" Wang Bo touched the back of his head, feeling proud and humble.

"This is not luck, but your strength! What article did you write in the rematch? I can't wait to see the next issue of "Mengya". By the way, the next issue of "Mengya" will publish your rematch article, right?" Cheng Wenjin said.

"It should be, Aunt Cheng. In addition to the rematch, the organizer also gave me a supplement. The title of the rematch article is "Talking about Democracy", and the supplementary article is "Testing Freedom". The two articles are like the first-time articles, both political and argumentative essays..." Wang Bo was determined to let his mother-in-law see his abilities. How he "passed five levels, beat six generals, punched the organizer, kicked the judges, and forced the other party to kneel down" in the Demon City without hesitation and explained his experiences in detail. His participation in the Demon City this time is quite dramatic, and Wang Bo is also a storyteller. This process is naturally worthy of being in the story. He can naturally be said of the successor and turning, and the climaxes are heard. Cheng Wenjin's beautiful eyes flashed and brilliant, as if he was here in person.

"This organizer is a bit too much!" When Wang Bo finally finished speaking, Cheng Wenjin, who had completely brought himself into the story created by Wang Bo, gritted his silver teeth and shared a sentence with the same hatred of the enemy.

"Who said no? It's all aimed at me! If it weren't for the 'four statements' I said in front of the media for the sake of the editor-in-chief of "Mengguo" and the deputy editor-in-chief of "The Sweet" who I said in front of the media, I would really have to implement it to the end." Wang Bo's face also looked indignant.

"By the way, Xiaobo, have you really rejected the teacher from Peking University and Tsinghua University Admissions Office?" After anger, Cheng Wenjin suddenly thought of what Wang Bo said just now that he refused to throw an olive branch to him in the university, and immediately became concerned.

"I refused. I rushed to ask for me, but I only asked me to choose from the Chinese department. I don't want to study in the Chinese department - what can I learn in the Chinese department? It's not interesting. I'll take the exam myself next year." Wang Bo shook his head and said indifferently.

Cheng Wenjin knew from her daughter that Wang Bo won the No. 1 pick in De City with unprecedented high scores in the final exam. He understood that with the other party's score, all universities, departments, and art schools in China were afraid that they would open their doors to him. Although she thought so, she still didn't blink at Wang Bo and refused to recruit more than a dozen prestigious universities without leaving any way out for herself, because after all, it was Peking University and Tsinghua University, countless students and parents dreamed of, and the other party abandoned it like a waste. Thinking about it, it was really incredible.
Chapter completed!