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Chapter 316 Discussion
"A bowl of soup?" Ma Shu was taken aback, what kind of word is this, what kind of evaluation?does it matter?

"You don't know?" Gu Qing asked the puzzled Ma Shu as he stroked the manuscript in his hand.

"What?" Ma Shu still didn't understand.

"A bowl of soup." Gu Qing repeated, clapping the manuscript in his hand.

"What I'm talking about is what Lin Feng wrote this time. Chairman, why are you talking about a bowl of soup? It has nothing to do with a bowl of soup." Ma Shu repeated his question in detail.

"Look." Gu Qing handed the manuscript to Ma Shu.

Is there a problem?With this thought in mind, Ma Shu took the manuscript and read it.

"With 90.00 questions, Lin Feng wrote 90.00 short articles, each of which is 90.00 to [-] characters long. Hehe, the number of passages is as high as [-]% consistent with that of the blog post written by a bowl of soup on the Internet. Heh, Lin Feng, a bowl of soup." Gu Qing seemed to be talking to himself or to Ma Shu, up to [-]% nine can be regarded as [-]% under normal circumstances, people are not so special in things Preoccupied.And Gu Qing concluded that [-]% of Lin Feng's actions this time belonged to the usual situation. Although Lin Feng's behavior is already very incomprehensible, it still makes sense, but if it is not considered to be a normal situation, it will not make sense at all.

Yes, this is what Lin Feng decided after thinking for a while, using the article "Chicken Soup for the Soul" to expose the identity of a bowl of soup.Lin Feng considered it this way. The identity of a bowl of soup had a future exposure time from the moment he decided to sign a contract with Jinghua Publishing House. In the past few months, there has been too much limelight. Although there is nothing wrong with me, it is all about the name, but after all, the name itself and the name are one. In addition, it can be more publicized, which can be regarded as a gift for Jinghua Publishing House. A reassurance.As for the question of whether he can borrow the shareholder wind of the Golden Cup Literary Contest, the answer in Lin Feng's heart is yes. First of all, if Lin Feng has won the first place with these [-] articles, the result is self-evident. Hehe, the young writer and popular musician lost after winning the first place three times in a row. In the words of the earth, Lin Feng encountered the Waterloo of his life. Such a gimmick is more attractive, especially when the reason is exposed. With the magnifying effect of the accumulated reputation, this advertisement is definitely very attractive.

"It's really a bowl of Tang Bowen's short essays. This is Lin Feng's work for the top [-] promotion competition? Which song is this song about?" Ma Shu didn't read carefully, and hurriedly flipped through one to get a general idea. , raised his head and said to Gu Qing.He understands the reason for Gu Qing's expression of "huh" just now. The situation Lin Feng put on is really not easy to accept. There is a big age gap between the things in the work of a bowl of soup and his age. "Legend of the Condor Heroes" "It's not easy for people to accept the error of human beings, but it's barely acceptable. At least Shooting the Condors tells a story, and now there's another one, and it's still a story one by one.Is there any point in this life!
"I don't know, it's the first time I've seen him both on and off the screen." Gu Qing shook his head and said.The smile on the face is meaningless. I wanted to read a wonderful article, but people gave me [-] articles, but it was completely inconsistent with my expectations. I really can’t put too much expectation into my life.

"This situation..." After speaking halfway, Ma Shu pondered for a while, and continued, "It's really muddled." He had no words to comment on this matter.

Gu Qing didn't speak, he was thinking, and Ma Shu also fell silent after saying that obviously meaningless sentence.Looking at Lin Feng's manuscript on the table, the two were speechless.

After a moment of silence, a judge next to them broke the silence of the two.

"Chairman, Ma, Lin Feng and Wang Sheng's manuscripts, have you finished reading? It's time to change." But the judges next to them finished analyzing the manuscripts in their hands and began to exchange manuscripts in the hands of others. The ranking of the 16 people was natural If you have to read sixteen manuscripts, if you believe in them, you will be in the dark, and if you listen, you will be clear.Although each judge has a main object of analysis, others still need to be looked at.

"Oh, finished reading, here it is." Ma Shu passed Wang Sheng's manuscript in his hand, and at the same time took the manuscript handed over by the judge.

"Chairman, where's Lin Feng's?" The judge said to Gu Qing after taking Ma Shu's manuscript and passing it to the judge next to him.

"Here, put the manuscript you have analyzed here first." Gu Qing, who was still staring at the manuscript and thinking, pushed Lin Feng's manuscript towards the judge and said.

"Well, okay." The judge nodded.

……

"Huh, it turned out to be a small story one by one. Let's read it separately." The judge took Lin Feng's manuscript, glanced at it and found that the format was one by one, and after pinching it with his hands, he found that it was several. road.

"Let's take a look first. This is Lin Feng's. It should be a short story, in no particular order. Let's read it differently." The judge turned his head and said to some idle judges.There are more monks and less meat. Although there are not many judges, compared to the current situation where there are only 16 manuscripts for the competition with [-] people, there are still more judges. Some.

"Heh, Lin Feng is still writing small stories that are not connected with each other? This is wrong!" Some judges said before receiving the manuscript.

"Yeah, it's impossible. Nangong, are you reading it wrong? Although a topic can have multiple stories, it must be a theme. If the theme is not coherent, is it still a story of a topic?" A judge rushed to the judge. Said, the judge's name is Nangong.

"I just said it's in no particular order. I didn't say it's not connected. Do you want to see it? I don't want to look at it from the middle separately. I'm just waiting. I'll look at it first." Nangong said, he knew that these talking comrades were worry about what.

"Look, no matter how you look at it, you don't look at it. You look at it from anywhere. Looking from the middle to the two sides, it's a different feeling. The evaluation from this new angle is more convincing." Someone took the paper from Nangong's hand first, and looked at it. up.

Not long after, a word with the same sound and different sound rang out frequently.

"what."

"what?"

"what……"

They expressed their surprise in a voice, as if they have seen this before, where is it?
"Have you finished reading Nangong? Let's change it." Someone said to Nangong with a slightly puzzled brow.

"Here, here." Nangong also frowned slightly.

"Old Wang, it's over, let's change too." Someone followed closely.

"Take it."

……

After some exchanges, everyone fell silent again.

After a while, after reading it again, everyone who had some vague or clear concerns in their hearts began to speak.

"The short story is interesting. It is easy to understand and has profound meaning. It's just that there is really no connection between the story and the story. Moreover, it is inexplicable to connect it with the title. What does Lin Feng mean?" someone asked.

"Where have you seen this technique?" Someone seemed to remember it.

"Old Wang, you also have the same feeling, and I do too. It seems that I just saw it not long ago." Someone turned his head and said.

"I remembered, there is a blogger on the Internet called a bowl of soup. His blog posts are written like this, and they are well written. It's just that there is no difference in the quality of these stories. It's just that Lin Feng beats him in terms of quantity!" Someone said as if remembering something.

"Could it be that Lin Feng copied the writing format of a bowl of soup, wrote the answers to these sixteen questions, and then planned to win the first place with the number of these high-quality works, or..." Halfway through the sentence, The man stopped, and he thought of another possibility following his own words, who hadn't thought deeply just now.

"Or Lin Feng is just a bowl of soup." Nangong finished the sentence for him.

"Chairman, what do you think of Ma Shu?" Someone pointed their eyes at Gu Qing and Ma Shu, who were the first to come into contact with Lin Feng's manuscript and had been silent after reading it.

"I was also wondering, is Lin Feng a bowl of soup?" Ma Shu smiled inexplicably.When Ma Shu spoke before Gu Qing, it was not because he didn’t take Gu Qing seriously or wanted to usurp the throne. At the beginning of the conference, the general leader would make a meaningless and logical opening speech. This is the usual situation, this is a situation, There is another situation that is also prepared for the leader. This kind of situation is called the finale. The leader's speech is at the end, and the final summary or decision is made.You can see that when the company or the municipal government meets, the top leaders always come here at the stipulated time.

"Then what do you think he is or is he not?" Someone asked a little speechlessly.Is there any profound meaning in adding a few more words to repeat the question?
"Let's listen to the chairman." Nangong understood Ma Shu's meaning and helped him change the topic. Chairman Gu Qing was the official editor of Lin Feng's manuscript. The boss hadn't made a decision yet, so how could he make a decision for him.

All eyes were on Gu Qing, the meaning was obvious, the boss should hurry up and speak.

"A bowl of soup should be Lin Feng's vest." Under the eyes of everyone, Gu Qing was silent for a while, and then opened his mouth, pointing directly to the center of the problem, revealing or making a decision, but everyone is not sure the truth.

"A bowl of soup is Lin Feng." A judge repeated in a murmur.

"It's not entirely true to say that Lin Feng is a bowl of soup." Some judges wanted to liven up the atmosphere, and said nonsense.

"Yes, distinguish the subject and the object." Some judges glared at the judge next to them angrily. It's not a philosophical question. Who am I and who is me?

"Unexpectedly, Lin Feng turned out to be a bowl of soup, and somehow got a vest. Is he idle, or is he just waiting for our sixteen questions?" Nangong said, moving his mouth.

　Three thousand.

　　The next two thousand, after zero o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)