So what on earth did Xie Qian do in Shanghai during the weekend?
Wen Ying now has some doubts that Xie Qian went to Shanghai not for the logistics company's business.
Xie Qian, are you going to Shanghai to find help?
Wen Ying was eager to know, but Xie Qian, who was forced to eat the throat lozenge, kept it a secret.
"You'll find out after a while. The twists and turns are the most exciting at the end."
Xie Qian just threw down this sentence, causing Wen Ying and Li Mengjiao to waste a lot of brain cells guessing.
Ahhhh, people who only speak half of their sentences are the most annoying!
However, Li Mengjiao's courage to "kill her master" had disappeared, and she didn't dare to ask what Xie Qian didn't want to say.
It was on this day that Wen Ying felt that the tense emotions of Zou Weijun and Yuan Fenghui seemed to have relaxed.
When I went to the magazine to review manuscripts after school, Mrs. Wang came to the office to bring everyone food, her face full of smiles.
That wasn't the case a few days ago.
A few days ago, everyone was very concerned about Wen Ying's mood. Mrs. Wang didn't like to smile anymore, but everything changed today - so is there something that everyone knows about, but I am the only one who doesn't know?
Wen Ying looked around.
The old intellectual Song Foxiang is still irritable.
Bald Editor Wan was mumbling something incoherently.
Zhang Guangzhen looked at the manuscript for a while, then looked at Wen Ying with concern, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and sighing secretly.
Teacher Zhang is a little too cute. Wen Ying had already noticed such obvious "peek"!
Wen Ying breathed a sigh of relief.
It turns out that I'm not the only one who's keeping it a secret; Zhang Guangzhen and the others don't know either!
Wen Ying began to wait patiently for the "reversal" from Xie Qian's mouth. She had a guess, but she was not sure if she was right.
——Hmph, let those critics be happy for two more days!
Wen Ying is very generous.
In fact, it couldn't even keep the critics happy for two days.
It was only one day later.
The two critics that Wu Chunqin found through connections were still busy writing when an article by Mr. Fu was published in a major national newspaper. It was like a bolt from the blue, and it stunned many critics.
Mr. Fu’s article is titled “Why I Want to Be a Judge for an Essay Competition.”
What essay competition?
What judges?
This title doesn’t look good!
Mr. Fu is still very famous in the domestic literary world, and his articles naturally attract the attention of many people in the industry.
Mr. Fu actually served as a judge for the Tianjiao Xinghuo Cup Essay Competition!
What a sin! Such important news was not announced earlier.
When Wen Dongrong saw the newspaper, he was at work. After quickly reading the entire article, he slapped the table hard.
"Well said!"
I wonder if Hei Xin Mian has seen the newspaper?
Wen Dongrong held down his hand that was about to make a phone call. Heixinmian was in class at that time and couldn't answer the phone.
It doesn’t matter, it’s the same whether you read it morning or evening. With such a heavyweight newspaper, such an important page, and such a leading figure, Heixinmian should not be criticized!
Wen Dongrong did not admit that he was concerned about the black-hearted cotton. He just didn't like those critics who were talking nonsense.
good.
That's it.
Even though he said this, he couldn't control his hand and called Chen Ru.
Chen Ru didn't answer.
Are you receiving customers?
Wen Dongrong called Lao Li again. Lao Li answered the phone, said he was in a meeting, and hung up.
Wen Dongrong finally set his sights on Deng Shangwei's name.
Thank God, Deng Shangwei answered the phone, otherwise Wen Dongrong would have suffocated to death.
"What, reading the newspaper? Okay, brother-in-law, I'll ask someone to buy it right away!"
This straightforward response was exactly what Wen Dongrong wanted.
Why didn’t I realize that Deng Shangwei was so honest and obedient before?
It seems that I have missed a lot over the years!
Wen Dongrong hung up the phone with satisfaction.
On the other side, Deng Shangwei wiped his face. The newly arrived batch of goods was a bit raw, and he got splashed with water when he answered the phone.
Deng Shangwei wiped his face and said, "Hurry up and buy me a copy of today's newspaper."
Employees who are unloading fish: “…”
The boss of the seafood business loves reading books and newspapers. What can the employees do?
Not only is there no other way, but the employees also have to force themselves to read the newspaper in order to have common topics with the boss. Sometimes they even feel self-doubt, as if they are not working in a fishery company, but in some government agency (〃'▽'〃)!
…
Wen Dongrong guessed correctly. Wen Ying had indeed seen the newspaper. Unlike Wen Dongrong's quick glance, Wen Ying read Mr. Fu's article word by word.
Mr. Fu made a little humorous remark at the beginning of the article, saying that under the advice of his health doctor, he had to reduce his daily working hours and adjust his diet. His family was particularly afraid that he would fall, so there was always someone to support him when he went up and down the stairs. All these signs showed that he was aging.
"Am I old?"
Mr. Fu asks and answers his own questions at the beginning of the article.
"Aging bodily functions don't mean rigid thinking. I wear reading glasses, but I'm not blind. On the contrary, as I age, my heart sees more clearly than before. As long as I'm not dragged into a physical fitness competition, I'm still young! It's important to know yourself. Physical aging is inevitable, and everyone has their own specializations. If I were invited to be a judge in a sports competition, I would definitely refuse. But this is a literary essay competition, so I should be barely qualified, right?"
——You are really too modest. You are not only qualified, you are overqualified.
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