The strongest entertainment system

Chapter 48 Literary Forum Summit
As the saying goes, art is not overwhelming.

Su Zhao is well aware of this truth, and no one would think that he has too much ability.

Looking at the remaining more than 6 pretentious points, Su Zhao decided to try the effect of "Super Penetrating Telescope".

After pondering for a long time, he still dismissed the idea.

After all, it's business.

You never know when it will come in handy.

After turning off the roulette screen, Su Zhao lay down and rested.

That night, he had a strange dream.

In the dream, he actually married Tan Youyou, and he refused to do anything.

Tan Youyou, who has an enchanting figure, even directly threatened, "Will you marry? Believe it or not, I will suffocate you with 36E."

In the end, Su Zhao found himself surrendering.

This also caused him to wake up the next day with obvious lack of sleep.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Su Zhao sighed, "It seems that Tan Youyou is definitely a scourge-level character, and he will never let himself go in his dreams."

Easy days always pass quickly.

In a blink of an eye, nearly a month has passed.

Su Zhao's "Voice of Literature" not only firmly secured the number one spot on the radio station, but also created a social atmosphere of "everyone reads classics" in the entire Yangtong City.

It seems that it will be the end of September, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is not far away.

It was Monday morning again.

When Su Zhao walked into the radio station, no matter whether he knew him or not, someone greeted him.

There is no other reason, this guy is so famous now, he is like a star on the radio station.

However, Su Zhao didn't have the awareness of being a public figure at all, and still ate egg pancakes while walking, not paying attention to her image at all.

Walking into the office area, Su Zhao glanced at Tan Youyou who was reading the copywriting, and went straight back to his seat.

Just after turning on the computer and wanting to check the situation on Weibo, Su Zhao noticed that Tan Youyou came in front of her.

"Hey, I have something nice to tell you." Tan Youyou smiled.

"Good thing?" Su Zhao rolled her eyes, "Tell me, what kind of hard work are you doing with me!"

"Tsk!" Tan Youyou stared, "What are you talking about, I'm that kind of person."

"Let me tell you, I heard that the Provincial Traditional Culture Office is planning to come to our radio station recently, and it seems to be holding a Mid-Autumn Festival party here. The scale seems to be quite large." Tan Youyou said mysteriously.

Su Zhao was surprised, he had never heard of this news, how did Tan Youyou know in advance?
Just as he was about to ask what was going on, Su Zhao heard someone calling himself at the door of the office area.

"Xiao Su, is Xiao Su here?"

He looked up and found that it was Director Zhao Yumei, "Here we come, we come."

"Oh, here we come. I'll go to my office later." After Zhao Yingmei finished speaking, she turned and left.

Su Zhao quickly turned off the computer, stood up and rushed to Zhao Yingmei's office.

Since the last time she was beaten, Zhao Yingmei had never seen Su Zhao alone except for praising Su Zhao face to face a few times.

Su Zhao knocked on the door, and "Come in" came from the room.

Pushing the door open, before Su Zhao could speak, Zhao Yingmei spoke first.

"Hey, Xiao Su is here, hurry up and have some tea?" Zhao Yingmei asked kindly.

Zhao Yingmei's kindness surprised Su Zhao.

He quickly waved his hand, "No need, Director, I'm not thirsty."

Just kidding, let your immediate boss pour you tea, don't you want to do it!

"Aren't you thirsty?" Zhao Yingmei looked at Su Zhao suspiciously.

Su Zhao nodded and quickly changed the subject, "Director, why did you call me here?"

Zhao Yingmei smiled, motioned Su Zhao to sit on the chair next to her, and said slowly, "I came here because there is an event that requires you to participate."

"Event?" Su Zhao was confused, "What event, where is it held?"

"Uh, it's the Eastern Liao Province Literary Forum Summit on the Mid-Autumn Festival, which will be held in the report hall of our radio station, and you will be present at that time." Zhao Yingmei said, "You are the person appointed by the Provincial Office of Literature and Traditional Culture to attend. You can then You can't embarrass us on stage."

There is such a thing!
Just as Tan Youyou reminded herself, Director Zhao here informed her to participate, what a coincidence.

However, Su Zhao was quite happy in her heart. Being able to participate in the activities held by provincial units was a recognition of her own strength.

"Okay, director, I will definitely participate, and I promise not to embarrass our radio station." Su Zhao promised.

For some reason, when Zhao Yingmei heard Su Zhao's words, her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"It's good that you know, the time is next Wednesday, you should make more preparations." Zhao Yingmei reminded.

Su Zhao nodded, "I'll take care of things, don't worry about it!"

Nothing to do, Su Zhao got up and left.

More than a week passed in the blink of an eye.

Wednesday morning.

Su Zhao dressed like a dog, wrong, wrong again, looked like a human, rushed to the radio station.

When he arrived, Su Zhao went straight to the report hall behind the broadcasting building.

The report hall is an old-fashioned auditorium building, which has a special taste since it was just renovated last year.

At this time, there were many people at the entrance of the report hall, and many cars were parked. People walked in one after another.

From a distance, Su Zhao also saw a red arch with a banner pasted on the small square in front of the report hall.

"Warmly celebrate the success of the Eastern Liao Province Literature Forum Summit."

Who came up with this kind of propaganda?It's really low.

However, Su Zhao also understands that for Yangtong Radio Station, no matter what the means are, as long as the effect of propaganda can be achieved.

Passing through the small square, Su Zhao saw a lot of good cars. The people who got out of the cars all had briefcases, gold-rimmed glasses, and suits and leather shoes. They looked like masters of literature.

Walking into the lecture hall, Su Zhao found that it was unusually spacious.

Along the opposite wall is a row of long tables, with various books placed on them, and the names of many publishing houses are also posted.

There is a high platform in the innermost part on the left, with a row of folding chairs on it, and there is no one there.

On the right, quite a few people are talking, saying hello to each other, and discussing literature together.

"Hey, Brother Zhang, I read your masterpiece some time ago, it's really hard to put it down!"

"Ashamed, ashamed, the sales volume is dismal, only 10,000+ copies in China."

Su Zhao looked around, not knowing what he could do, so he wandered around idly, flipping through some good books.

This guy was walking around when he felt someone pat him on the shoulder.

"Su Zhao, hurry up, why did you come here, it will start in a while."

Su Zhao turned around and found that it was Tan Youyou in front of him.

This woman is really not that good.

"No, why are you here!" Su Zhao asked suspiciously.

"Me? I'm the organizer arranged by our stage. If I don't come, who will come? Are you preparing? Make sure to make a whole pile of melon seeds and peanuts, and set up a big table in the middle. If you put it casually, it will be called a forum summit."

Su Zhao was speechless, the other party really guessed right.

In his heart, what kind of bullshit forum summit is no different from a tea party, except that talking is eating.

(End of this chapter)