Chapter 87: Duplicity
When she picked out Zheng Aiguo's manuscript from those manuscripts, she never thought that the other party would be Zheng Aiguo.
Even when she saw the address and name, she suspected that it was a ghostwriter.
It's true that the writing style doesn't quite match the person's personality.
It had been so long ago that she actually couldn't remember Zheng Aiguo anymore.
But what impressed me most was that he was a good guy.
She vaguely remembered that the other person was an educated youth from Nanyang Village where she grew up.
In the Youth League Home, he has always played the role of a peacemaker, and sometimes he would try to smooth things over, but basically he did not do much and had little sense of presence.
The reason why she had a deep impression of him as a good guy was that there were a few times when Lin Qianqian was causing trouble for her and he happened to be there to mediate.
Then every time he was scolded by Lin Qianqian, he would smile and tell everyone not to be impulsive and to be more friendly.
Even if Lin Qianqian asked him to do something, he would never refuse.
Just like the way she looks at this person now, she still has that kind of dull and stupid feeling.
But the article was written in a very concise and precise manner, the language was very sharp and incisive, and it showed a rare vision and pattern.
This is a rare good article she has seen in recent days, and it is also an article that is more in line with her ideas.
But it is said that a person's basic character can be seen from an article.
She was completely unable to connect the article with this person.
"Zheng Xizhi." She suddenly spoke.
Zheng Aiguo was still distracted and was startled by the voice.
My hand shook and water immediately splashed out, soaking my hands and clothes.
He subconsciously wanted to stand up, but he froze for a moment as if thinking something, and then quickly lowered his head to apologize.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Ruoqiao frowned, and the suspicion in his eyes grew stronger.
"It's okay, Zheng Xizhi, did you submit this manuscript?" She reached out and handed him several sheets of handwritten manuscript stapled together.
Zheng Aiguo subconsciously looked up at the manuscript.
But when he looked up, he was stunned, and then his face was full of surprise.
"A young intellectual?"
Ruoqiao nodded and handed the manuscript over again.
Zheng Aiguo was still staring at her stupidly, with shock growing in his eyes.
"You, why are you here?"
Ruoqiao frowned, "Now it's interview time, please answer my questions, Zheng Zhi."
Zheng Aiguo's expression froze, and then he realized what he was supposed to do.
Finally, his eyes fell on the familiar manuscript in her raised hand.
He glanced at her carefully, took a small step over, took the manuscript with both hands, looked at it, and then nodded cautiously, "Yes, yes, this is the manuscript I submitted."
Ruoqiao nodded, took out two sheets of paper from the file and handed them to him.
"Here are three questions, within 30 minutes, with no limit on the number of words. You can write here or outside. If you have any needs, just ask the outside editor."
Zheng Aiguo took the test questions and manuscript paper in a daze.
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