Putting Some Money In The Refrigerator Is None Of Your Business, Hou Liangping.

Most people are like this.

The first person started laughing.

Everyone felt like there was no burden anymore, and all the subordinates in Guangming District were laughing so hard.

It even got to the point where I needed to support the people around me.

Their laughter actually contains the same emotions.

That is, damn Li Dakang finally got his comeuppance.

"Hahaha, did you see Li Dakang jumping out of defense and looking for trouble?"

"I saw it, I saw it, oh, my stomach hurts from laughing!"

"It's too abstract, hahahaha. Ding Yizhen has already moved all the money. The common people feel like being punished corporally for petitioning. And Li Dakang doesn't allocate the money. What can the boss do?"

"He's not doing it for the so-called image and majesty. Li Dakang just wants to regain some status."

"Yesterday, he threatened to remove the boss from his position. Today, the boss did a good job. Could it be that he has schizophrenia?"

"He didn't care when Ding Yizhen was here. Now that it's irreversible, he just comes to make trouble for the boss. This is asking for trouble!"

"..."

When the subordinate employees saw that Li Dakang's car had gone away, they simply stopped paying attention.

He let out all the resentment he had suppressed in his heart.

In addition to feeling excited about getting revenge for Sun Liancheng.

Also, when Ding Yizhen was still there, Guangming District was clearly the number one economically in Jingzhou.

But the benefits they deserve are almost impossible to pay.

Fortunately, Sun Liancheng's constant efforts were able to protect their basic rights and interests.

The resentment they had accumulated against Li Dakang for so long was more than just a little bit.

No, now I can’t even hold my tongue when teasing him.

"Okay, okay!"

Sun Liancheng turned around and interrupted everyone's discussion, raising his hand to indicate that it was almost done:

"He is the prefect. If these words reach him, you won't be able to contain them."

At this time, someone emerged from the crowd.

"Then he was left speechless by you, boss, and ran away in despair?"

Hear this.

The group of people laughed again.

Sun Liancheng rolled his eyes angrily and interrupted: "Okay, everyone, please be serious."

Seeing that everyone was standing still and silent, he looked at the female treasurer.

"By the way, Finance Zhang, I sent a high-temperature subsidy application to the above, please contact me and give me a reminder."

"If the higher authorities don't allocate funds, your subsequent wages will not be paid."

The female treasurer nodded hurriedly, pushed up her glasses again, and asked with some embarrassment:

"Boss, Governor Li asked our Guangming District to provide resettlement funds yesterday. If we apply now, can he allocate the funds?"

Sun Liancheng nodded and said: "The funds will definitely be allocated, and Magistrate Li definitely doesn't want what happened today to happen again."

Li Dakang showed such big eyes in Guangming District today.

Don't allocate money.

Aren't you afraid that Sun Liancheng will make him unable to step down again?

After getting a positive answer, the finance department said it would be done immediately.

"Okay, okay, let's all disperse, go to work." Sun Liancheng waved his hand and dismissed the crowd gathered at the door.

Then I returned to the office and prepared to code another chapter.

There is nothing I can do to repay the parents who subscribe for food and clothing.

Even though it has been updated three times a day during this period!

But Sun Liancheng still often feels that he is not diligent enough.

As soon as he sat down, he suddenly saw the editor's portrait flashing in the lower right corner of the computer.

So I clicked on it and took a look.

[Prodigal Son: Da Sunju, I have successfully registered for you to apply for a teacher essay (smiley face)]

[Prodigal Son: You can start updating on time (arm) (arm)]

Seeing that the registration was successful, Sun Liancheng began to reply.

[Da Sun: Okay, sorry to trouble you, my work only has more than 20,000 words. Please help me arrange updates. 】

Even though half an hour had passed since the prodigal son sent the message.

After Sun Liancheng finished sending the message, the prodigal son still responded instantly.

[Prodigal Son: No trouble, no trouble (laughing and crying)]

[Prodigal Son: If it’s about 20,000 words, I’ll contact the editor-in-chief to see how to update it appropriately. Wait a moment (laughing)]

A few minutes passed.

[Prodigal Son: Da Sun Ju, the editor-in-chief recommends that you update twice a week! 】

[Prodigal Son: But don’t worry, the website’s recommendations will be in place (arm) (laughing)]

Sun Liancheng then replied.

[Da Sun: OK, thank you. 】

[Prodigal Son: Great Sun Ju is so polite (laughing and crying)]

Twice a week? !

Is there also a one-stop website recommendation service?

Popularity nourishes people. He didn't receive this kind of treatment when he first came to write the Little Soldier Legend.

Just when Sun Liancheng was sighing.

[Prodigal Son: Big Sun Ju, there is one more thing. The editor-in-chief suggests that you submit Wandering Earth to the Hugo Awards. Sign up and this website will help you do it. You just need to repost it and promote the scarf. 】

[Prodigal Son: Do you think you would like to participate? (laughing out loud)】

Hugo Award?

This award is called the Nobel Prize in science fiction literature!

With so many top science fiction masterpieces around the world competing.

Can the wandering earth break out of the circle?

Sun Liancheng wasn't sure, but what's the point of trying?

Multiple choices, multiple paths.

[Da Sun: OK, I’ll participate. 】

[Prodigal Son: (Like) (Thumbs up) I wish Sun Ju will win the crown. 】

[Da Sun: I don’t dare accept it. The Hugo Award is too important. I just focus on participating. 】

[Prodigal Son: Da Sun Ju must have confidence in himself (come on)! 】

[Prodigal Son: Hugo Award Announcement Speech.doxc]

[Prodigal Son: This is a statement about the scarf, Sun Ju, please forward it if you have time. 】

Sun Liancheng opened the scarf on the computer and logged in to the account registered as his wife.

Because of Wandering Earth’s fire coming out of the circle, and its subsequent operations.

This account already has more than one million fans.

Sun Liancheng actually copied and edited the document sent by the prodigal son.

[#世界SCIENCE FICTION CONFERENCE#2015, jointly organized by the World Science Fiction Convention Organizing Committee and the Hugo Award Committee... will be announced on August 22, #WanderingEarth# will help you realize your science fiction dreams. 】

After publishing.

Sun Liancheng turned off his scarf and started typing.

He originally didn't think he could get a ranking in such a prestigious award.

After all, in his opinion, wandering the earth is not enough to win the prize.

With the idea of ​​focusing on participation, he began to code the legend of Xiaobing.

What Sun Liancheng didn't know was that his scarf had just been released.

Then one stone stirred up a thousand waves.

There were a lot of likes, reposts and comments below.

[Dasun, have you found your number? 】

[Da Sun wants to compete for the Hugo Award, right? Although the work The Wandering Earth is very good in China, it is not up to the level of participating in the Hugo Award, right? 】

[Yes, although I like The Wandering Earth very much, I have to say that compared to top foreign science fiction works, The Wandering Earth is really not up to par. 】

[What the hell, a guy who writes online articles is worthy of being a candidate for the Hugo Award? Are you worthy? ! ! ! 】

【......】

Not long after Sun Liancheng released the scarf.

Li Dakang and his group were almost driving to the office building at this moment.

Along the way.

The atmosphere inside the car was stagnant and cold, as if you were in an ice cave.

Li Dakang was sitting in the passenger seat, his face as black as a piece of coal.

And this chill that almost freezes people emanates from him.

The accountants in the car did not dare to touch Li Dakang's brow.

Everyone tried their best to make their breathing quieter, for fear of disturbing Li Dakang.

At this time, one of them, the accountant who had been reading the files, suddenly reminded everyone in a low voice.

"You said, we can't find anything wrong with Sun Liancheng, he is so clean."

"But I heard from people at Yushitai that he lives a very luxurious life, and his family has as much as 10 to 20 million!"

"Then where did he get so much money?"

The accountant's voice is as small as a mosquito's.

But Li Dakang, who had been having his acupoints tapped along the way and had a sullen face, suddenly turned around and looked at the accountant.

Realization dawned on him.

If Sun Liancheng really checked it out as he did today, he wouldn't be able to find anything wrong with it.

So all this money grew out from under his bed?