Tianjiao Spark Cup Creative Essay Competition.
Song Chan saw it two days ago.
She had thought about participating in the competition, and her father was very nervous. He first found various excuses to stop her, saying that she was going abroad and shouldn't be distracted. Later, when he saw that he couldn't persuade her, he told her the truth: Wen Ying was one of the judges of this essay competition.
Wen Ying is a junior school girl. She and Song Chan were both winners of the previous New Concept Writing Competition. Now she has become a judge of the essay competition. From a junior school girl to an equal winner, and then to a judge, can Song Chan accept such a psychological gap?
Even if Song Chan could, Song Foxiang didn't want his daughter to suffer such "injustice".
Song Chan felt a little uncomfortable, but it wasn't that she felt wronged. However, she was going abroad, and her father kept nagging her. In order to appease the old literary youth's sadness, she decided not to participate in this competition.
Song Chan has thought it all out.
But Song Chan didn't know that the prize money for the essay competition was so high!
Song Chan stood up immediately after seeing the promotional video.
The relatives tried hard to drag Song Foxiang away from Song Shao. When Song Shao was free, he noticed that something was wrong with his cousin.
"You want to sign up?"
Wen Ying has even been featured in a promotional video, it seems like she is highly valued by the publishing house.
Song Shao thought that he would send a message to his old classmates to congratulate them tomorrow.
The appeal of this essay contest to literature lovers is like the appeal of the people in martial arts novels to hear that a hero conference is going to be held. No matter whether they are knights and heroes or villains and bears, they all have to go and see it.
Song Shao thought that his cousin Song Chan had this mentality.
Unexpectedly, Song Chan didn't play by the rules this time. She nodded heavily, her eyes sparkling. "Yes, I want to give it a try. Xiao Shao, did you see that? The first prize in the short story category is 200,000 yuan!"
Song Chan even blamed her father for not explaining things clearly a few days ago.
What's wrong with Wen Ying being a judge?
This is a competition with a prize of 200,000 yuan!
The Song family is not a wealthy family, so the 200,000 yuan bonus will be of great help to her in going abroad.
If she had known that the prize money was so generous, Song Chan would have been very willing to sign up.
If she could get the 200,000 yuan bonus... her father wouldn't have to write for Zhao Dong in the first place. He didn't get any benefits, but instead it affected his career prospects.
Yes, Song Chan’s goal is very clear. She does not covet the illusory film and television adaptation opportunities. She just wants to take a chance on the 200,000 yuan prize!
Song Shao already understood his cousin's determination. Not to mention that he didn't know Wen Ying was a judge, even if he knew, Song Shao didn't think there would be any problem. "Then just participate. It's not like people abroad don't communicate. When you finish writing your entry, send it to me by email and I'll post it for you."
A faint blush rose on Song Chan's fair cheeks. It was hard to tell whether it was excitement or nervousness, or perhaps a combination of both. She lowered her voice again:
"I have to hide it from my dad first and not let him know."
Song Shao thought about it and nodded in agreement.
He thought his cousin wanted to avoid suspicion. After all, his uncle Song Foxiang was working for "Xinghuo" magazine, and "Xinghuo" was one of the organizers of this competition.
As for the children of internal staff participating in the competition, Song Shao thinks it is okay as it does not affect fairness and justice.
After all, Song Foxiang is just a small editor of "Xinghuo" and cannot decide the direction of the competition. If he wants to enter the finals, it almost depends entirely on readers' votes. The small editor of "Xinghuo" can't help at all!
The brother and sister reached a consensus, but Song Fuxiang was still drunk.
Unable to hug Song Shao anymore, she went to hug the pillar at home. The Song family was in chaos, which diluted Song Chan's sadness about going abroad.
…
“The promotional video was very effective.”
The next day was the weekend, and everyone gathered at Xie Qian's house. Even Xiao Niu came this time.
Zou Weijun represents Chengdu Literature and Art Publishing House, and Xiao Niu represents Spark magazine.
Wen Ying was the initiator of the essay contest and also a judge, so of course she had a seat. Wang Shuang could only be taken aside by Xie Qian for tutoring.
Yuan Fenghui didn't come. "Star River With You" has already started filming. Li Mengjiao wanted to take advantage of the weekend to film, so Yuan Fenghui went to the filming site to keep an eye on it.
Thus, Mrs. Wang became the representative of the geniuses.
In front of Zou Weijun, Mrs. Wang had to try her best to play the role of Tianjiao's public relations manager. She was forced to do this, and Mrs. Wang wanted to rush to the next door and beat the child...
Mrs. Wang gritted her teeth and told Tianjiao the feedback she had received, her face full of joy:
"Media friends are very interested in this match and want more detailed information. However, in order to attract more attention to the match, we certainly cannot disclose more information at this stage."
Having said all that, how can we promote Spark?
They deliberately gave away less information to pique everyone's curiosity. Those who wanted to sign up for the competition had to buy the magazine.
This is really not about making money from essay competitions. The price of a magazine is a few dollars, which is not even enough to cover the printing costs.
If you are reluctant to spend even a few dollars, or cannot afford it, but still want to participate in the competition... forget it, the prerequisite for pursuing your dreams is to fill your stomach. It's 2005 and you are still worrying about the registration threshold of a few dollars. It's time to give up your literary dreams and face real life!
With the media attention, there will inevitably be a wave of opposition.
Talent shows have been criticized for distracting young people from their studies and just dreaming of becoming stars. If essay writing competitions are run like talent shows and reported by the media, the online opposition will spread to real life.
Yuan Fenghui is not afraid of criticism, and being scolded by others will not hurt her.
However, some elderly people are stubborn and have a lot of energy, which can cause trouble.
Especially Wen Ying, who is the protagonist of the competition promotional video and is a judge at such a young age. When the tide of criticism comes, Wen Ying will be the first target of attack!
Mrs. Wang thought to herself, she couldn't push someone else's daughter to the forefront and bear the pressure just for the sake of her own son. She had to be on guard against this.
"As for the judges, Sister Zou, have you considered it? Besides Wen Ying and screenwriter Zhang, we also need a senior who can dominate the show."
Mrs. Wang was so thirsty from what she was saying that she grabbed the cup on the table and gulped down the water.
The public relations manager has so many things to do, Yuan Fenghui is really going too far. Mrs. Wang feels that she is more tired than the donkey in the production team!
Fortunately, Zou Weijun didn't disappoint Mrs. Wang. The third heavyweight judge had already been selected. "Before, I didn't get a firm response from Mr. Fu, so I couldn't guarantee it. But this morning, Mr. Fu gave me a positive reply, saying he was willing to be a judge!"
Zou Weijun did not brag. The names she mentioned were very unfamiliar to non-literature enthusiasts like Mrs. Wang, but Xiao Niu was very excited.
This is a leading figure!
"Sister Zou, you actually invited Mr. Fu. You are so amazing!"
Little Salamander rushed over before Mrs. Wang and looked at Zou Weijun with admiration.
Mrs. Wang was depressed. She suffered from her lack of education. She was afraid of flattering the wrong person even though she wanted to.
With Mr. Fu willing to be a judge, the commercial flavor of the competition has faded a lot.
Only Wen Ying felt quite stressed. "Aunt Zou, the Mr. Fu you're talking about has the same name as me. Is he really the one I know?"
Zou Weijun asked with a smile on his face: "What do you think?"
——What do I feel? Do I deserve to feel that?!
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