Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 554 The highest vote rate in history!

"Heh." Qiao Yimo leaned on the chair, feeling helpless.

This old guy is very cunning!

Except for Qiao Yimo and Lin Murong who were so calm, the stage and audience were lively.

There are ten authors participating in the election this time, all of whom are old artists with extremely obvious personal style and sophisticated writing style. According to the previous selection criteria, the cooperation chairman will definitely be selected among these people.

The voting has passed halfway, and Qiao Yimo's votes are far ahead.

The voices of committee members and other authors continued to be heard from the audience.

"I have to say that the winner this time must be Qingqing."

"That's right, the "Warm Front II" that came out a few days ago is more exciting than the first one."

"I have to say that although there are not many works, they are high-quality products every year, and the books are all hits. It is the efficiency of one book a year, which is a little bit worse."

"Ham, I heard that she is too old to write. One book a year is considered fast."

"Ah! Can't lift a pen? After all, she must be an old lady in her 80s or [-]s."

"But didn't Secretary Lin go to Qingbei University to invite her? How could it be an old lady?"

"Damn, those are all rumors. Qingqing's writing is so sophisticated, how could she be so young."

"Tsk, it seems quite reasonable to say that!"

"Let's see it later!"

Lin Murong couldn't help laughing secretly when he heard these words.

Qiao Yimo sat by the side, quite speechless.

The activities of the Tenth Collaboration Conference are in full swing.

And this time on the other side.

Qiao Anchu kept calling Fu Zhiying, but unfortunately there was no one answering.

She was so anxious that she kept spinning in circles.

Qiao Anchu was really looking forward to hearing the news that Qiao Yimo had been expelled from school, and couldn't wait for a second.

After waiting for nearly an hour, the call finally got through, and her hanging heart finally let go.

Qiao Anchu said happily, "Zhiying, how is it? Has the principal punished you?"

Fu Zhiying rubbed her hands, bit her lip and hummed.

After saying that, Qiao Anchu was overjoyed!

That's great, that bitch Qiao Yimo was finally punished, and the hour she waited for was not in vain.

Qiao Anchu was so excited that he ignored Fu Zhiying's lost emotions, and was about to ask the principal what punishment he should take, but was interrupted by Fu Zhiying.

"Punishment has been imposed, Mengran and I were punished!"

Qiao Anchu immediately frowned, puzzled and said: "What? You and Mengran were punished? What about Qiao Yimo?"

Hearing Qiao Yimo's name, Fu Zhiying became angry and said impatiently: "Qiao Yimo is the real Qingqing, and Qingqing is also her, do you understand?"

After Fu Zhiying finished yelling, he immediately rubbed his little hands pitifully.

After writing the [-]-word review for an hour, her hand was about to break.

After listening to Qiao Anchu, she smiled and shook her head, how is it possible, ha ha!
Fu Zhiying likes to joke more and more!
Qiao Yimo is Qingqing?Qingqing is Qiao Yimo?
What the hell is Fu Zhiying kidding!
This joke is no fun at all!
She doesn't believe it!
"Zhiying, stop teasing me, how could she be Qingqing, hahahahaha!" Qiao Anchu laughed, her face darkened.

"What are you doing lying to you? Lin Murong, who organized the [-]th Collaboration Conference, has come to Qingbei University to pick her up. It has been proved that she is Qingqing, and she has already gone to the [-]th Writers Association Conference to run for the chairmanship! "Fu Zhiying almost said these words through gritted teeth.

Qiao Anchu's fist became tighter and tighter following Fu Zhiying's words.

She clenched her fists with an expression of disbelief.

Lin Murong personally went to Tsingbei University to pick her up for the Collaboration Conference?
She's running for president?
Oh, fake it!
Qiao Anchu shook his head, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his originally bright eyes became hollow.

"Are you still listening?" Fu Zhiying rubbed her hands, her hands were so sore that she couldn't even hold the phone steadily, "If there's nothing wrong, I'll contact you later."

Before Fu Zhiying finished speaking, there was a beeping sound from the other end of the nod.

Obviously, it was Qiao Anchu who hung up.

Fu Zhiying gritted her teeth, rubbed her little hands and went back to the classroom.

She must sue her brother, she can't bear Qiao Yimo!

the other side.

After Qiao Anchu hung up the phone, he opened Weibo with stiff hands, and followed the prompts to enter the live broadcast room of the Tenth Writers Association Conference.

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

The on-site voting for the [-]th Writers Association Conference has also ended, and the staff is counting the final vote results in the background.

Lin Murong looked confident, "It's your turn to take the stage later."

Qiao Yimo hooked her lips helplessly, "So are you sure it's me?"

Lin Murong covered his mouth and smiled, "If it wasn't for you, there must be something shady."

"Okay." Qiao Yimo crossed Erlang's legs and brushed her hair, "You will take the stage for me later, I don't want to show off the limelight!"

Lin Murong smiled and said nothing, not wanting to agree.

Backstage staff.

One of the staff members smiled and said, "This ticket still needs to be counted? Qingqing must be the first!"

Some people echoed: "Yes, if she comes to participate, you can know with your toes that she will definitely be the first in votes."

"Hahahahaha, and many authors at the scene are fans of Qingqing!"

"If Qingqing is not the number one, everyone will definitely say that there is a shady scene."

Several people were talking and calculating.

After a few minutes of precise calculation, the data was finally presented to the host, and the host finally handed it over to Lin Murong for announcement.

Lin Murong left a sentence before taking the stage, "Qingqing, it's your turn to take the stage later."

Qiao Yimo helplessly smiled and shook her head.

Lin Murong came to the stage, took the manuscript from the host, and the second he saw the number of votes, his eyes slightly opened.

Gradually, his face turned pale and he had difficulty breathing!
I saw four big characters written all over his face: Incredible!

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help whispering to each other: "What expression does Secretary Lin have?"

"Shouldn't it be an upset!"

"It can't be that Qingqing lost the election!"

"Looking at Lin Murong's expression, it's very possible!"

"No, besides Qingqing, who else might win the election?"

Lin Murong's hand holding the manuscript kept shaking, which confused the audience and the offline live broadcasters.

It took a long time for Lin Murong to react from the state of shock. His black eyes in glasses were slightly squinted, his thin lips moved slightly, and he said in a trembling voice: "The chairman of the Tenth Writers Association Conference has been elected! We hereby congratulate Qing Qing won the election with 95 votes, becoming the chairman of the Writers Association with the highest vote rate in history!"

When the words fell, the audience was in an uproar.

"What? 90.00% five votes?"

"Did I hear you right? Ten people, and her personal vote rate is 90.00% five?"

"Fuck, how is this possible?"

"The highest one used to be fifteen, but now it's 95?"

90.00% five votes means that 95 out of [-] people support Qingqing.

(End of this chapter)