After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 21 No. 250
In the conference room of the Provincial Writers Association building, the chairman Cao Xingkui is organizing a meeting, the content of the meeting is to discuss matters related to the middle school students' literary competition.

"Xiao Liu, tell everyone about the situation first."

"Okay, President"

A polite young man stood up in response, this is his secretary.

"Chairman, seniors, hello everyone! As of today, the student works recommended by 13 cities have been sent to our building.

Just now I counted, there are 9527 student works in total, and I have to trouble everyone to distribute them to the following members for review, and to confirm the manuscripts that will be submitted to the headquarters of the Writers Association.According to the document requirements of the headquarters, the provinces in principle cannot recommend more than 1000 manuscripts.”

"I'll talk about this later. Let me talk about the manuscripts recommended by each city first. Have you brought them over?"

Cao Xingkui interrupted the secretary and asked the key point directly.

The Municipal Writers Association has a practice when reporting recommended manuscripts to the Provincial Writers Association, that is, each Municipal Writers Association will mark some excellent manuscripts as key manuscripts for the Provincial Writers Association to give priority to selection.

The Provincial Writers Association then selects one or more of these excellent manuscripts as provincial key points, and finally reports them to the headquarters of the Writers Association for selection.

This is the default special process, and articles are divided into good and bad.As for other manuscripts, there may be some good works, but judging from the past, the excellent works that can enter the top of the national ranking are basically from these key recommended manuscripts.

"President, I have already brought it over. There are 13 key manuscripts submitted by 103 prefectures and cities this time."

"Then don't delay, send it to everyone for everyone to see. Today we will confirm the manuscript to be submitted to the headquarters. Everyone should know that our province has not entered the top ten works for two consecutive sessions. Without a good manuscript, I hope everyone can think about what to do next, but I have no face to go to the headquarters for a meeting."

Cao Xingkui glanced around, and said with an unusually serious expression.He is a person with a good face, a literati, he doesn't have many hobbies, he just likes good articles, and he has a good face.

Cao Xingkui belongs to the top group of writers in the circle. He is good at science fiction and has a great reputation among science fiction writers.

Science fiction literature is not as niche as youth literature. Writing science fiction requires certain theoretical knowledge. Let's put it this way, everyone in science fiction literature must be proficient in astronomy and geography.

For example, Cao Xingkui also has a title. He is an academician of the Academy of Sciences. An academician is a higher title than a professor, and he can enjoy special state allowances.

Hearing what the president said, the faces of the dozens of well-known writers in the province in the conference room were a little embarrassing. The president didn't have face, and they certainly didn't.

But there is no way, students in their own province can't write good articles, and they have nothing to do, they can only hope that there will be good articles this year.

Secretary Xiao Liu had already distributed the key recommended manuscripts, and the meeting room became quiet, with only the sound of flipping manuscripts for a while.

Cao Xingkui watched the expressions of everyone reviewing the manuscript, and found that everyone either nodded slightly or shook their heads slightly, and there was no special expression change.

His face darkened, it is possible that there is no manuscript that can be handed out this year.Thinking of the last time I went to the headquarters of the Writers Association, the presidents of other provinces showed off in front of him how excellent the articles written by the students of their own provinces were.

He was angry but also very helpless. East China Province is a well-known cultural province, and the East China Writers Association ranks among the top three in the country.But the younger generation is a little out of touch, and it's all up to the old guys to support them.

"Oh, it's possible that those old guys will laugh at me again this time. Why can't we write good articles in such a big province with millions of middle school students?" Cao Xingkui fell into deep thought.

"Good! Well written! President, President, you read this novel, this student wrote it very well, I recommend it, I strongly recommend this "Country Teacher""

A writer stood up excitedly, trotted to Cao Xingkui with the manuscript, and handed it to him as if offering a treasure.

"Old Jin, you are also in your 50s, so be more cautious."

Even though Cao Xingkui said that, his body straightened up.I must have found a good article, otherwise Lao Jin would not be so excited.

""Country Teacher", huh? Science fiction." Cao Xingkui became more interested.

While he was reading the manuscript, the other writers in the conference room were not looking at the manuscript in their hands, but looked at the president eagerly.If this is really a good article and they can get a good ranking, they will all be honored.

Gradually, everyone noticed that something was wrong with the president's face, the flesh on his face was trembling. Then the eye sockets became red, and then a line of turbid tears flowed down the president's face that had experienced many vicissitudes.

"The three laws of mechanics, they are called teachers, teachers! The meaning of a teacher's existence is not only to teach and solve puzzles, but more importantly, to inherit and inherit civilization!"

Cao Xingkui murmured, the writers around saw the president's expression, and everyone understood it in their hearts.

"I've made a decision on this manuscript and reported it to the headquarters. Xiao Liu, hurry up and contact the director of the City Writers Association who recommended this novel, and ask him to find this child for me today, and call me as soon as he finds it. I want all of this child. data of."

Secretary Xiao Liu looked at the name of the manuscript. He knew that it was recommended by Jinling City, so he agreed, and quickly went out to contact him.

Seeing that everyone was still looking at him eagerly, Cao Xingkui wiped away his tears and smiled.

"Hehe. I'm a bit out of control! Let's pass it on to each other. If you have the experience of supporting education in the countryside like I did before, you will be the same as I just after reading it. This time, our East China Province will definitely win It's the first place, hehe, I'd like to see if they have any works that can compare with this novel. Good boy, a good boy."

"Take the lead!"

When everyone heard this sentence, they could no longer keep calm, and began to scramble to read the manuscript first.

Wang Chen, the president of Jinling City Writers Association, has been a little anxious recently. He has a good habit of writing something every day, and he has maintained it for several years.But these days his good habit was broken.

All this stemmed from the discovery of the "Village Teacher". He especially wanted to see who the student who wrote such a great article was.

"The article should have gone to the Provincial Writers Association, why hasn't there been any news yet?"

Wang Chen scratched his ears and cheeks in the office, smoking one cigarette after another. It was obvious that the beautiful jade was on his own site, but he couldn't find it. This made everyone uncomfortable.

The phone rings.

"President Wang, the entry "Rural Teacher" you recommended has been recommended to the headquarters in the province. The president asked you to find this student today, and the president specifically told him to call him back when he was found, and to All information about this student."

"Ok!"

Receiving this call filled Wang Chen with strength.

Zhenhua Middle School, in the principal's office, the principal Zhenhua received a call from the director of the Municipal Education Bureau.

"Haha, Principal Ding, I would like to congratulate you first. A student's work in your school was selected by the Provincial Writers' Association and recommended to the Writers' Association headquarters as a key work. Listen carefully, it is not an ordinary manuscript, but a provincial key point. You understand me I mean. Right now, Chairman Wang of the City Writers Association and I are on our way to your school, hurry up and prepare the information that your school has left behind, we want to meet this student."

"Save the key points."

Principal Ding repeated the sentence. He naturally understood that generally selected as provincial key manuscripts must enter the top 1000 in the country, and they are basically in the top [-].

He became excited in an instant, and immediately notified the person in charge of keeping the information, and then called other school leaders and teachers who were not in class to the school gate, preparing for the arrival of the Director of Education and the Director of the Writers Association.

Not long after, several cars arrived at the gate of Zhenhua Middle School.Principal Ding led a group of people to greet him immediately.

The Director of Education is a big fat man, and he never stopped smiling all the way.

"Congratulations, congratulations, Principal Ding, I want to give you credit for cultivating such outstanding students. I just called the mayor, and the mayor is very happy to hear the news."

The following is Principal Ding's flattery of the director. This is also the credit of the leaders. It's an old practice to flatter each other.

"Director Zhang, Principal Ding, let's find this student first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

Wang Chen doesn't like their atmosphere very much.

"That's right, President Wang is right. I also want to meet this student." The director of education stopped talking in a timely manner,

"President Wang, please tell me the serial number of that work."

Principal Ding asked politely, the status of the head of the Municipal Writers Association is no lower than the head of the Education Bureau.

"Number 250."

The serial number Wang Chen has long remembered, without him, it is so easy to remember.

After the number was reported, there was an exclamation from the crowd, it was still a woman's voice.

"Mr. Cao, what's going on?"

Principal Ding glared at the teacher who exclaimed fiercely, and his tone was very unfriendly.The leaders are all there, so what are you talking about.

The one who exclaimed was none other than Cao Bing, the head teacher of Class Three, Senior Three.She knew who this number was. The head teacher of each class was responsible for numbering his students, and then reported it to the director in charge of the matter for summary.

As for why Cao Bing gave Chen Tianhong the number 250, this may be Cao Bing's bad taste.

"Principal, this is a student in our class."

"Oh, it's from your class. Director Xiao, check it out."

Principal Ding's complexion didn't look so bad anymore, he turned his head and said to the person next to him.

Director Xiao on the side hurriedly opened the notebook, and after flipping through a few pages, he found the number 250.

"Number 250, Class Three, Senior Three, Chen Tianhong. That's right, the principal, a student of Mr. Cao."

Immediately, everyone's eyes turned to Cao Bing, and everyone started to praise Cao Bing again.

"Teacher Cao, take us to meet him quickly." Wang Chen couldn't wait, now that he knew who it was, he didn't hurry up, Moji Hanna, he was still waiting to accept his apprentice.

"That's right, take us there quickly."

Immediately, under the guidance of Cao Bing, everyone walked towards Class Three, Class Three, High School.

(End of this chapter)