Rebirth of the Powerful

Chapter 173 Awards

After returning to the hotel, Xia Xiaoluo fell on the bed in pain, and greeted Yamashita Xiashu's little Japanese family female family a hundred times in his heart. Fortunately, the hotel was equipped with a professional doctor who disinfected his wound and treated him very gently. He told him not to do strenuous exercise anymore.

Suddenly, he thought of Qin Qingmei's tricky and savage little nurse. When she met him like this, she must be jumping and cursing in anxiety.An imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

The next day, Xia Xiaoluo got up at 7:[-] in the morning, ate the exquisite breakfast provided by the Wangfu Hotel, and then went downstairs. Cao Haoxuan had already driven downstairs and waited.

His sturdy Raptor off-road vehicle looks very different, weird and domineering among all kinds of luxury cars.If these people wanted to know that this master was a famous dignitary in the capital, they would have made a detour long ago.

Xia Xiaoluo, Chu Xiuhan and Chen Dong got into the car, Cao Haoxuan started the off-road vehicle, and went straight to the "Spark" magazine office on Juniu Road.

Cao Haoxuan took out the red pandas specially provided by the army, threw one to Xia Xiaoluo, and another to Chen Dong, Cao Haoxuan is not afraid of the poison of so-called smoking at all, there is such a popular joke among the rich in Beijing to advise everyone Carpe diem: "No smoking or drinking, 63 years old - Comrade Lin Biao; only drinking and not smoking, 73 years old - Comrade Enlai; only smoking but not drinking, 83 years old - Comrade Chairman; both smoking and drinking, 93 years old - Comrade Xiaoping ; Eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, 103 years old - Comrade Zhang Xueliang; no bad habits, do good deeds every day, 23 years old - Comrade Lei Feng."

Cao Haoxuan believes that high-intensity physical training can completely make up for the adverse effects of smoking, a small vice, on the body. For example, the leader of the Cuban people, Castro, what kind of cigarettes do they smoke?Authentic Cuban cigars, Huaxia cigarettes and cigars are like shotguns compared to cannons.

how?Doesn't Mr. Castro still live a long life?And it’s okay to go diving in the deep sea, pick up shells and so on, live a very nourishing life, and he is the hardest person in the world, and he is still safe and sound after being assassinated by Yankees so many times.

Xia Xiaoluo was more reluctant to die, but in front of Cao Haoxuan, she could only smoke. For a while, the whole compartment was filled with smoke, so that she didn't choke Chu Xiuhan to death.

Xia Xiaoluo asked: "There are taxis everywhere, why do you always mobilize the teachers so much? You don't go to class?" The tone was a little bit accusatory.

I'm afraid Xia Xiaoluo is the only one in the Beijing-Tianjin circle who dares to speak to Cao Haoxuan in this tone.

Cao Haoxuan didn't take it seriously, and said: "Mao's class, it's Sunday! I'm *. Besides, I'm also a literature lover. I want to get your light and sneak into the "Spark" magazine. There is a girl named Ma Xiaotiao Do you know the writer? Get me an autograph."

Xia Xiaoluo couldn't help but smile. It turned out that a powerful and powerful man like Cao Haoxuan would also chase after stars, but he soon understood that no matter how mature his thoughts are, no matter how good his life is, and no matter how powerful his power is, after all, youthful feelings are always poetry, and they are very important to literature and art. I still like those fresh novels.

While talking and joking, the off-road vehicle had already arrived in front of the "Spark" magazine office.It is located in the fifth mile of Xinhua Street, Fengtai District, relatively secluded. The main office building of the magazine is a small four-story building, a bit like a medieval castle, surrounded by iron fences decorated with complicated patterns, covered with vines However, in winter, only bleak dead leaves and branches can be seen.

Xia Xiaoluo stood in front of the door, feeling a little uneasy, this place is like a holy place for a pseudo-literary youth like herself, but she never thought that in this life, she would become a guest of this magazine by accident, He has become a figure highly sought after by the general literary figures.It's hard work, Nima, in fact, I don't have any talent at all, and one day it will be miserable if it is exposed.

The three got out of the car, and Chen Chaoqun greeted him excitedly from the office building, followed by Jean-Pierre, the president of the British publisher bloom###urybooks publishing house, the two were as close as a gay, it seems This ghost recently had a very good discussion with Chen Chaoqun on copyright cooperation.

When Chen Chaoqun saw Xia Xiaoluo, he held his hand and shook it violently. Xia Xiaoluo thought to himself, didn't he just meet the day before yesterday?Why does this look look like someone who has killed his father and enemy for many years, no, his savior?

When Chen Chaoqun saw Cao Haoxuan, he naturally didn't dare to stop him. This kind of powerful and powerful person has a lot of connections, and he can make a book under his banner become popular with just a word, not to mention that he also helped to bring Master Shuo's new book "The Stubborn Lord of the Capital" Published in my own magazine, thank you too late.

At this time, other award-winning middle school students came one after another, and they all looked at each other with wide-eyed curiosity and pure eyes. These can be said to be the leading talents in China, and they are also future figures in the literary world. Proudly, but also somewhat reserved.

Chen Chaoqun put his arms around Xia Xiaoluo's shoulders with some excitement and introduced to everyone: "This is Xia Xiaoluo, the first prize winner of this literary star competition."

Unexpectedly, none of these arrogant boys and girls reacted, and some even looked at him, but turned their heads to look at the sky intently, or fiddled with the flowers in the flower bed.

Chen Chaoqun smiled wryly in embarrassment, but Xia Xiaoluo didn't care at all, and whispered: "It's okay, literati look down on each other!"

"What kind of literati look down on each other, what you write is scum!" A little girl with two braids ran up to Xia Xiaoluo at some point, raised a cute little face and said contemptuously, her small mouth pouted. It looks like it could tie a cow.

Xia Xiaoluo looked at her suspiciously, and said to herself, why are all the women and girls I met recently so tough?

But Chu Xiuhan glared at the little girl, who didn't seem to notice.

Xia Xiaoluo said: "Do you have any comments on my work?"

The little girl played with her braids, paced back and forth, seemed to be seriously recalling the plot, and said: "The award-winning works have been selected, and I read your "Illusion City". That trash novel you wrote! That brother wants his brother to be free." , not being bound by power, why do you have to seize his throne with ulterior motives, and cause so many people to die? Brainless male pig feet!!!”

Xia Xiaoluo smiled, and felt that the little girl's expression of serious thinking was very cute, and it was rare for a girl who was so serious about literature, and said: "Well, what you said makes sense, but due to the limited space, I can't explain the reasons behind it. , I will write clearly when I publish a novel.”

The little girl played with her braids, curled her lips and said, "Hey—there's a long story coming out." She rolled her eyes and said, "I've always been straightforward, so don't blame me if I say anything. I'm Ma Xiaotiao, the third prize winner." Winner."

Xia Xiaoluo turned around and looked at Cao Haoxuan, he found that Cao Haoxuan's eyes were very bright. To put it mildly, it was the brilliance produced by the arrival of love. To put it bluntly, it was the expression of a pervert seeing a beautiful woman. In short, Xia Xiaoluo was sure that this kid In heat.

Cao Haoxuan walked over and said, "Ma Xiaotiao, I am your admirer. My name is Cao Haoxuan."

Ma Xiaotiao tilted her head and looked at him vigilantly, curled her lips, and said disdainfully: "Cao Haoxuan, I've never heard of it." But she immediately gave Cao Haoxuan a smile as bright as a peach blossom, and said: "However, I always treat Cao Haoxuan My fans don’t have any pretensions. And you’re pretty handsome, I can give you a few minutes for you to get close to me. Do you have any questions to ask me? For example, what color do I like or something.”

It seems that Ma Xiaotiao likes the feeling of being surrounded by fans.

Xia Xiaoluo looked at Ma Xiaotiao's innocent face, standing with the tall and handsome Cao Haoxuan, it really seemed like a perfect match.

He didn't know that he had already changed the trajectory of Cao Haoxuan's entire life in an instant.

In the previous life, Cao Haoxuan was a dragon and phoenix among people, both in terms of origin and growth environment, he had the good factors of the right time, place and people. The reason why he did not leave a strong mark in the history of China is because he died young.

He had an unfortunate marriage. He never met the person he really loved in his life, and then at the marriageable age, he randomly found a so-called well-matched girl to marry. Unexpectedly, after marriage, the relationship between the two was very discordant, and the wife could not bear it. Lonely and lonely, just steal people outside.

Cao Haoxuan has many eyes and ears, how could he be able to hide it from him, and put his wife and that man on the bed in the hotel where they had an affair? Under such circumstances, how could the man who thought he was the toughest man endure such humiliation and shot his wife dead And that adulterer, unwilling to discredit his family, he swallowed a gun and committed suicide, and passed away with infinite regret and unwillingness.

And in this life, he met Ma Xiaotiao, a delicate and innocent little girl, and he should have a happy marriage.

At 9 o'clock, the awards ceremony was held on time in the large conference room on the fourth floor. The specifications were quite high, although the magazine office building was small and the conference room was not large.

But there was a director of the Ministry of Culture, and he was not sitting in the middle; sitting in the middle was Mr. Wang Meng, the former Minister of Culture, the current chairman of the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and the chairman of the Writers Association. Whispering something, Wang Meng looked quite arrogant, sitting upright.

There were a lot of media present at the scene, and the flashes of the cameras kept flickering, which made these middle school students who had never seen anything in the world nervous for a while.

Xia Xiaoluo sat in her seat very calmly, watching the ceremony arrangement calmly.

This award ceremony is very similar to many awards ceremonies that Xia Xiaoluo saw on TV in the later and previous lives. First, the director gave a speech that was neither long nor short, and a large number of programmatic documents from the Ministry of Culture were mixed in the speech. He spoke highly of the great significance of this Nova Literary Star Contest in promoting cultural development and prosperity of the cultural market, which made Xia Xiaoluo drowsy.