Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 293 The Leader Arrives
Whether it is human or animal, they all live in the shackles that are ubiquitous.

The world is like a cover, and the world is like a prisoner.

Thinking of this, Qin Xiong was a little worried, fearing that his old problem would recur.

When he was impetuous, Qin Xiong liked to read books, good or bad, right or wrong.

This big study is his true spiritual haven.

At night, Ji Weiyang came uninvited.

"Want to leave again?" Qin Xiong asked immediately when he saw that she hesitated to speak.

At this time, the sentence he thought about the most was actually "It's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married." People who want to leave may really not be able to stay.

"No, no, just come in and sit around, I feel that your state today is not right." Ji Weiyang said softly.

"They sent you to comfort me, or did you come by yourself?" Qin Xiong asked directly.

"Is there a difference? Anyway, I care about you. After all, you are the real backbone of the writer's village, the real soul. Anyone can be missing here, but you can't be missing." Ji Weiyang.

"You think highly of me. I'm just an ordinary person. Compared with many platinum gods, I'm nothing." Qin Xiong said modestly.

"No matter how powerful others are, it has nothing to do with us, there is only one village chief." Ji Weiyang emphasized.

Qin Xiong suddenly fell silent.

Sometimes, trust also means responsibility. The higher he goes, the farther he sees, the more he needs to be responsible to such a group of young people with promising future.

Now he is no longer the Weiyi father who can only stay at home and take care of the children.

He is the God of Diandian, one of the Twelve Heavenly Kings, the head of the writer's village, the secretary-general of the Internet Writers Association, and a member of the Youth Federation...

Thinking of this, Qin Xiong was in a daze again. Unknowingly, has his title already been so long?
When Qin Xiong came back to his senses, Ji Weiyang had already left.

He smiled, somewhat relieved.

I should have been able to think of this when I was working hard on the Writer's Village.

With Tang Xianxian's help and Tang Qingya's guidance behind him, the reception work of the Writer's Village was well prepared.

On Saturday morning, they began to arrange balloons for Building No. [-]. Although there were not many, the atmosphere was quite strong.

A welcome banner is a must, and it is hung at the entrance of the Writer Village, and road guides are thoughtfully set up so that everyone can drive directly to the No. [-] main building.

When the other party got out of the car one after another, Qin Xiong could tell at a glance that Dong Wenlin, the vice chairman of the Provincial Writers Association, and Zeng Jing, the chairman of the Provincial Tennis Association, were leading the group, accompanied by Zhang Wenshan, the vice chairman of the Provincial Tennis Association.

"Welcome all leaders to come and guide..." Qin Xiong.

"You're welcome, it's done well. When I first came here for research, I suggested that Xiangcheng is suitable for setting up an Internet writer's village. I didn't expect you to really do it. It's not easy." Chairman Dong said.

"It's all under the guidance of Chairman Dong." Qin Xiong.

"It's really good. With the current scale, it's not too weak in the whole country. How about we try to upgrade this place to a provincial Internet writers village?" said Chairman Zeng of the Provincial Internet Association.

"As long as you nod and agree, we can start the relevant procedures and procedures at any time." President Zhang Wenshan said along the way.

After finishing speaking, he quickly blinked at Qin Xiong, motioning him to settle the matter.

"No problem, follow orders in all actions." Qin Xiong responded quickly.

So, this matter was suddenly put on the agenda, and the two sides began to talk further about the upgrading of the city-level Internet writers' village to the provincial-level Internet writers' village.

After listening to Chairman Dong and Zeng Dashen's narration, Qin Xiong realized that his writer's village has a good foundation, complete facilities in all aspects, and a basic scale. Acceptance, upgrade brand is not a problem.

Moreover, the Provincial Writers Association's funds are much more sufficient than those of the Municipal Writers Association, with tens of millions every year. After listing, they will also be supported accordingly. This is all real help.

At noon, Qin Xiong originally planned to treat everyone to a sumptuous lunch, but Chairman Zeng wanted to experience the nutritious fast food in their Writer Village, so a group of people took a simple bite and they all thought it tasted good.

"It can be seen that you are really working hard to run the Writers' Village. The food is very conscientious and the price is very favorable." Chairman Dong praised.

"Because I am also a writer from the street, and I know that it is not easy for everyone, especially in the early stage, it is difficult to make money, but without enough nutritional support, writing will be very painful. I can't guarantee that everyone who enters the writer's village A writer eats well, but there is no problem with being full." Qin Xiong said frankly.

"It's already very good. Many canteens in primary and secondary schools don't have such good quality and low price." Chairman Zeng said.

"Well, it seems that I can rest assured that the sign of the provincial writer's village is hung here!" Chairman Dong said.

"Thank you for the support and trust of the two leaders. With the concern from the provincial level, I am confident to make this place better, and even one day, it will be built into a national-level Internet Writers Village, comparable to Hangzhou Internet Writers Village." Qin Xiong said with high fighting spirit.

"We all believe that you have this ability!" Chairman Dong patted Qin Xiong on the shoulder vigorously.

Afterwards, he said to Chairman Zhang Wenshan: "For such a big stall, it's probably not enough energy for Daxiong to take care of it alone?"

"Chairman Dong, don't worry, I will come here often in the future. Daxiong is competent for the connection of resources at the municipal level, and I will be responsible for the connection of resources at the provincial or even national level." Zhang Wenshan promised.

"That would be even better, Xiao Zeng. If you have free time, you should come and take a look. After all, this is the real cultural highland in the central region in the future, and it must be given enough attention and attention." Dong Wenlin urged.

"Don't worry, Wenshan and I often communicate, and we both intend to make the province's online literature bigger and stronger." Zeng Jing said.

Several bigwigs were drinking tea and chatting upstairs, and at this time, the entire writer's village was also full of joy.

Before the collection team came, the biggest online writer here was naturally Qin Xiong.

But after the Caifeng team arrived, each of the dozen or so people was a well-known god in the province and even in the whole country.

Seeing these big names who usually only exist in books and legends, they made a collective appearance in the Writers Village today. A group of men and women who are frequent writers, all looking for opportunities to chat, take photos and sign autographs.

Before coming here, the wind collecting group already had a similar awareness, so they tried their best to cooperate in the face of everyone's various requests, and many bigwigs added WeChat friends to these newbies.

After all, the boss may always be the boss, but Mengxin will not always be Mengxin, especially with the high-quality platform provided by Qin Xiong, their future is also worth looking forward to.

In the past, many writers took the wrong path from the beginning, some wrote unpopular subjects that they were not good at, and some wrote ambiguous essays that wiped the line, and then, they kept fumbling, and wasted a lot of money. It took a lot of time and energy to finally wake up and start again.

But the new writers who are lucky enough to be stationed in the writer's village have obtained the most authentic industry information and resources from the very beginning, knowing what is the right path and what is a long-term plan. It will definitely go more smoothly.

In the afternoon, Qin Xiong accompanied everyone to walk around the Dazhou Lake Wetland Park. Those who don’t want to walk can go fishing and relax nearby to relax.

Later, seeing the high-end Moments posted by Qin Xiong, the leaders of the Municipal Bureau of Culture and Tourism learned that many well-known gods in the province had come this time, and contacted Qin Xiong, hoping to take everyone to the ancient battlefield of Chibi Take a walk with Yanglou Cave...

(End of this chapter)