After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 21 Number 250

In the conference room of the Provincial Writers Association building, President Cao Xingkui is organizing a meeting. The content of the meeting is to discuss matters related to this middle school student literary competition.

"Xiao Liu, please tell everyone about the situation first."

"Okay, President"

A gentle young man stood up in response. This was his secretary.

"President, seniors, hello everyone! As of today, the student works recommended by 13 prefectures and cities have been delivered to our building.

I just made a count and found that there are 9,527 student works in total. I would like to trouble you to allocate these to the following members for review to determine the final manuscripts to be submitted to the Writers Association headquarters. According to the document requirements of the headquarters, in principle, the manuscripts recommended by each province cannot exceed 1,000.

pieces.”

"We'll talk about this later. Let's talk about the manuscripts recommended by each prefecture and city first. Have you brought them over?"

Cao Xingkui interrupted the secretary and asked directly the key points.

The Municipal Writers Association has a practice when reporting recommended manuscripts to the Provincial Writers Association, that is, each Municipal Writers Association will mark some outstanding manuscripts as key manuscripts for the Provincial Writers Association to prioritize.

The Provincial Writers Association then selects one or more of these excellent manuscripts as provincial key works, and finally reports them to the Writers Association headquarters for selection.

This is the default special process, and articles must be classified into good and bad. As for other manuscripts, there may also be some good works, but judging from previous years, the outstanding works that can be ranked at the top of the national rankings are basically from these key recommendations.

manuscript.

"President, I have already brought it over. There are 103 key manuscripts submitted by 13 prefectures and cities this time."

"Then don't delay. Let's send it to everyone for everyone to see. Today we will finalize the manuscript to be submitted to the headquarters. Everyone needs to know that our province has not had any works in the top ten for two consecutive years. If it still happens this time

If there is no good manuscript, I hope everyone can consider what to do next, but I already have no shame in going to the headquarters for a meeting."

Cao Xingkui glanced around and said with an extremely serious expression. He is a man of good face, a literati, he doesn't have many hobbies, he only likes good articles and good face.

Cao Xingkui belongs to the top group of writers in the circle. He is good at science fiction and is very famous among science fiction writers.

Science fiction literature is not as niche as youth literature. Writing science fiction requires certain theoretical knowledge. Let’s put it this way, everyone who writes science fiction must be proficient in astronomy and geography.

For example, Cao Xingkui also has a reputation. He is an academician of the Academy of Sciences. Academician is a higher professional title than professor and can enjoy special national allowances.

Hearing what the president said, the faces of the dozens of writers who were well-known in the province in the conference room were a little embarrassed. The president had no face, and of course they didn't have any face either.

But there is nothing they can do. Students in their own province cannot write good articles, so they have nothing to do. They can only hope that there will be good articles this time.

Secretary Xiao Liu had already distributed the most recommended manuscripts, and the conference room became quiet. For a while, there was only the sound of turning manuscripts.

Cao Xingkui watched everyone's expressions as they reviewed the manuscript and found that everyone either nodded slightly or shook their heads slightly, with no special changes in their expressions.

His face turned dark. It was possible that this session had no manuscripts to hand. He thought of the last time he went to the Writers Association headquarters for a meeting, and the presidents of other provinces showed off to him how excellent the articles written by students from their own provinces were.

He was angry and helpless. East China Province is a well-known cultural province, and the East China Writers Association ranks among the top three in the country. But the younger generation is somewhat inactive, and it's all up to these old guys to support them.

"Oh, maybe those old guys are going to laugh at me again this time. Why can't we, in such a big province with millions of middle school students, write good articles?" Cao Xingkui fell into deep thought.

"Good! It's well written! President, President, look at this novel. This student wrote it so well. I recommend it. I strongly recommend this "Country Teacher""

A writer stood up excitedly, trotted towards Cao Xingkui with his manuscript, and handed it to him like a treasure.

"Lao Jin, you are over 50 years old, so be more steady."

Although Cao Xingkui said this, he straightened up. He must have discovered a good article, otherwise he wouldn't be so excited to come to Laojin.

""Village Teacher", huh? A science fiction novel." Cao Xingkui became even more interested.

When he was reading the manuscript, the other writers in the conference room were not looking at the manuscript in their hands, but were looking at the president eagerly. If this article was really good and could get a good ranking, they would all be honored.

Gradually, everyone noticed that something was wrong with the president's face, and the flesh on his face was trembling. Then his eyes became red, and then a line of tears flowed down from the president's weathered face.

"Three laws of mechanics, they are called teachers, teachers! The meaning of teachers' existence is not only to impart knowledge and solve doubts, but more importantly, to pass on the inheritance of civilization!"

Cao Xingkui murmured, and when the writers around him saw the president's expression, they all understood.

"I have made a decision on this manuscript and reported it to the headquarters. Xiao Liu, please contact the president of the Municipal Writers Association who recommended this novel as soon as possible and ask him to find the child for me today. After he finds it, call me immediately. I want all the rights of this child.

data of."

Secretary Xiao Liu looked at the name of the manuscript and knew that it was recommended by Jinling City. He agreed and quickly walked out to make contact.

Seeing that everyone was still looking at him eagerly, Cao Xingkui wiped his tears and smiled.

"Haha. I'm a little out of control! Let's pass it on to each other and take a look. If you have the same experience of teaching in rural areas as I did before, you will be the same as me after reading this. This time our East China Province will win.

It’s the first one, haha, I want to see what works they have that can compare with this novel. What a good boy, what a good boy.”

"Come on top!"

After hearing this sentence, everyone could no longer remain calm and began to rush to read the manuscript first.

Wang Chen, the president of the Jinling Writers Association, has been a little anxious recently. He has a good habit of writing something every day for several years. But in the past few days, his good habit has been broken.

All this stemmed from the discovery of the article "Country Teacher". He especially wanted to see who the student was who wrote such a great article. This was a young student, and he had the idea of ​​​​accepting a disciple.

"The article should have been sent to the Provincial Writers Association, but there is no news yet."

Wang Chen scratched his head and scratched his head in the office, smoking one cigarette after another. It was obvious that the beautiful jade was on his property, but he couldn't find it.

The cell phone rings.

"President Wang, the province has confirmed that the entry "Rural Teacher" that you recommended has been recommended to the headquarters. The president asked you to find this student today, and the president specifically asked you to call him back after you find him.

All information about this student."

"OK!"

Receiving this call made Wang Chen feel full of strength.

Zhenhua Middle School, in the principal's office, Principal Zhenhua received a call from the director of the Municipal Education Bureau.

"Haha, Principal Ding, let me congratulate you first. The work of a student from your school has been selected by the Provincial Writers Association and recommended to the Writers Association headquarters as a key work. Please listen clearly, it is not an ordinary manuscript, but a provincial key work. You understand me.

You mean that. President Wang of the Municipal Writers Association and I are on our way to your school now. Please hurry up and prepare the information left by your school. We want to meet this student."

"Save the key points."

Principal Ding repeated the sentence, and he naturally understood that generally, a manuscript selected as a provincial key article must be in the top 1,000 in the country, and it is basically in the top 100.

He became excited instantly and immediately notified the person responsible for retaining the information. He also called other school leaders and teachers who were not in class to come to the school gate to prepare for the arrival of the education director and the president of the Writers Association.

Not long after, several cars arrived at the gate of Zhenhua Middle School. Principal Ding led a group of people to greet them immediately.

The director of education is a fat man, and his smile never stopped during the whole trip.

"Congratulations, congratulations, Principal Ding. I want to give you credit for cultivating such outstanding students. I just called the mayor. The mayor was very happy to hear the news."

The following is Principal Ding's compliment to the Director. This is also the credit of the leadership. It is an old practice to compliment each other.

"Director Zhang, Principal Ding, let's find this student first. We'll talk about the rest later."

Wang Chen doesn't like their culture very much.

"Yes, President Wang is right. I also want to meet this student." The director of education stopped talking at the right time.

"President Wang, could you please tell me the serial number of that work?"

Principal Ding asked politely, the status of the president of the Municipal Writers Association is not lower than that of the education director.

"Number 250."

Wang Chen has already memorized the serial number in his mind. Otherwise, it is easy to remember.

After the number was reported, there was an exclamation from the crowd, and it was a woman's voice.

"Teacher Cao, what's going on?"

Principal Ding glared hard at the teacher who exclaimed, and his tone was very unfriendly. The leader was there, so what were you talking about?

The person who exclaimed was none other than Cao Bing, the head teacher of Class 3, Grade 3. She knew who the number was. The head teacher of each class was responsible for assigning numbers to their own students and then reporting them to the director who was responsible for the matter.

As for why Cao Bing gave Chen Tianhong the number 250, this may be Cao Bing's bad taste.

"Principal, this is a student from our class."

"Oh, from your class. Director Xiao, please check."

Principal Ding's expression became less grim, and he turned to the person next to him.

Director Xiao on the side quickly opened the record book. After flipping through a few pages, he found the number 250.

"No. 250, Class 3, Grade 3, Chen Tianhong. That's right, principal, he is Teacher Cao's student."

Suddenly everyone's eyes turned to Cao Bing, and everyone started to flatter Cao Bing again, praising Cao Bing.

"Teacher Cao, please take us to meet him quickly." Wang Chen couldn't wait any longer. Now that he knew who it was, he didn't hurry up and go there. He was still waiting to recruit a disciple.

"Yes, yes, take us there quickly."

Then, under the guidance of Cao Bing, everyone walked toward Class 3, Grade 3.

(End of chapter)