Old Li's indignation made Wen Dongrong particularly happy.
Although Wen Dongrong refused to admit it, he knew in his heart that he was able to suppress Lao Li and get the opportunity for further studies, which was somewhat due to Wen Ying's help.
Because Wen Ying became famous, Wen Dongrong was able to make his presence felt in the unit many times. If he had good abilities, wouldn't he have stood out if he had made his presence felt a few more times?
Lao Wen returned the favor by paying attention to the media's evaluation of the essay competition.
Several media outlets seemed to have discussed it beforehand and kept their focus on the key point of "200,000 yuan prize money". They worriedly said that the organizers had set a bad tone. It's okay to be innovative, but you can't just write for money - bullshit!
These days, you can make a lot of money by setting up a small stall on the street. The bosses of big businesses can even have a net worth of hundreds of millions. Why haven't I seen anyone suggesting arresting these bosses and forcing them to confiscate their property?
So there are 365 professions, and every profession can produce a top talent, but writers are not allowed to make money, right?
Is it true that wealthy writers cannot write good works? It's as if writers are not poor, they are just digging up someone's ancestral graves...
"The prosperity of culture is a reflection of social development. These people know nothing!"
Wen Dongrong not only cursed himself, but also was eager to write an article to curse back at those media critics.
Before Wen Dongrong could put his idea into action, a more active troll than him jumped out and fought against several critics alone, criticizing those who were holding on to the "200,000 yuan prize". The two sides exchanged words back and forth, and the newspapers were filled with news about the essay competition every day.
This brave man, whose name remains unchanged, is none other than the great writer Song.
After sending his daughter Song Chan on the plane to go abroad, Song Foxiang felt empty inside.
Many times, parents think that their children cannot live without them, but in fact it is the parents who cannot live without their children. Parents have a deep psychological dependence on their children. Children who go out to study are like birds out of a cage, and they don’t know how happy they are. On the contrary, Song Foxiang feels unhappy about everything he does every day.
If he wants to lie down and be a salted fish, then he can still be watched by the little salamander.
Xiao Niu was puzzled. How could someone who used to be the editor-in-chief be willing to be a small editor now?
Not to mention the difference in their workplace status, just the income is also a huge difference... It seems that Editor Song is not short of money!
Song Foxiang stimulated the young man and he actually shuddered.
Of course, he was short of money. Although someone paid for Song Chan's going abroad, the other party could not provide Song Chan with a high level of material enjoyment. If he wanted to live comfortably abroad, Song Foxiang had to pay for it himself.
When he thought of this, Song Foxiang couldn't sit back and relax anymore.
The old man stood up straight and sprayed whoever he caught, showing his excellent fighting ability.
"Old Song, are you enjoying a second spring in your career?"
There was envy in the words of my old friend Editor Wan.
Editor Wan thought: I have known for a long time that Spark magazine has great potential. I want to come here but I can’t bear to leave behind the hit series Hush, Little Secret. Old Song, the demoted man, is so lucky!
Song Foxiang scoffed, "What second spring? Isn't this the same tactic we used before? Those media outlets are so stupid, they're just trying to promote the essay contest for free. Of course I have to help them!"
This is what I am talking about during the early promotion of "Teenage Idol". There is attention only when there is criticism.
Think about those people who criticized this book in the past. They only received so much money for writing a review article, but they turned this book into a bestseller. It sold more than 500,000 copies in the first three months, and that little girl Wen Ying received more than 2 million in royalties!
This time too, they were cursing so happily. As soon as the promotional video was broadcast, I heard from Xiao Niu that "Teenage Idol" would be reprinted again.
Taking advantage of the momentum of the essay writing competition, "Teenage Idol" can easily sell 1 million copies!
Thinking of this, Song Foxiang felt a little strange and forced himself to explain to his friend, "I'm not standing up for anyone on purpose. I'm doing this for work!"
Editor Wan glanced at him. "Do you think anyone would believe it? Someone called me yesterday and asked if you were related to Niu Liu De Yu. They said that whenever Niu Liu De Yu was caught in a whirlpool of public opinion, you always reacted strongly. People say that Niu Liu De Yu would eventually make it to the Dragon Gate. Your behavior is quite suitable for a nickname. What was it... Oh, Prime Minister Song."
Editor Wan was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that his bald head shone, and Song Foxiang was furious.
So Wen Ying is the latent dragon about to leap over the Dragon Gate, and he is the guardian turtle prime minister in the Dragon Palace?!
Song Foxiang was not satisfied with the nickname given to him by his sarcastic friend, but he didn't know that Wen Dongrong, after reading the newspapers in the past two days, also had a lot of opinions about Song Foxiang.
——What kind of person is this? We are not related in any way, yet he is so quick and active. He is only earning some royalties, and he doesn’t even have any pocket money to collect. Why are you critics so excited?
Wen Dongrong was muttering to himself when the phone rang.
I saw that the caller was Deng Shangwei.
Wen Dongrong thought Deng Shangwei was going to the countryside to show his love again, but he didn't know that Deng Shangwei wanted to talk about something else.
"Brother-in-law, I saw Aunt Sakura... You'd better come in person. I can't explain it in a few words."
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By the time Wen Dongrong rushed over, it was already afternoon.
It's November now, so the weather isn't hot. Today it's raining and a bit cold, so Wen Dongrong even put on a jacket.
Deng Shangwei did not wait there, because Zhu Meiqun kept changing places, and Deng Shangwei followed behind slowly.
Deng Shangwei breathed a sigh of relief when Wen Dongrong arrived.
"I saw her unexpectedly and thought I had the wrong person. I remember Aunt Xiaoying had a formal job!"
Zhu Meiqun does not have a high level of education, but he is not illiterate. He has been working in the factory for more than ten years and is a skilled worker.
Today is not the weekend, so Zhu Meiqun should be at work. Even if she is not at work, she should not be selling roasted sweet potatoes on the streets of Chengdu!
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