I Am the President of the University

"Hello, President Chen, I'm Zhou Lie, director of the Type Literature Research Committee of the Hu Province Writers Association. I am also the secretary-general of the Hu Province Internet Writers Association. If you have anything, you can ask me directly."

"Hello Director Zhou."

Chen Hao felt the enthusiasm of the other party, and he replied politely without being arrogant.

Not long after calling Zhou Hanqing, Zhou's secretary called him directly and sent the number of a contact person by the way.

As for Zhou Lie's attitude, Chen Hao roughly guessed that he was willing.

After Zhou Lie coughed, he asked, "Cough, it's like this, I just received a notice from Chairman Zhao, asking me to fully assist Principal Chen, do you know what's going on?"

Chen Hao asked directly: "That's it, I want to ask if there are any great gods or platinum writers in this Hu Province Internet Writers Association?"

Zhou Lie recalled, and then replied: "In the case of our provincial tennis association, there are currently 2 platinum writers and 6 great writers."

2 platinum, 6 great gods?

It looks fine.

Chen Hao was basically satisfied.

At present, there are 2 classes in Chinese language and literature major, including 8 classes for the upcoming freshmen.

There are many cultural courses in the freshman year, and there are few courses in the last semester when the senior year requires an internship.

Therefore, it is generally only necessary to place it in the second or third year.

Normally, after a course is completed in one semester, subsequent semesters will not appear.

But Chen Hao plans to let this semester go to see the effect of the class. If the effect is good, he can follow up next semester.

It is directly divided into two parts: online literature creation (top) and online literature creation (bottom).

For 2 classes, only 2 lecturers are enough.

I want these two platinums!

After thinking about it, Chen Hao said to Zhou Lie: "Director Zhou, I don't know if it is convenient for you to tell the contact information of these 8 people."

"Hahaha, it's convenient, of course it's convenient! I'll send the contact information directly to your mobile phone later, right?" Zhou Lie agreed decisively without rejecting such a small thing as a favor.

"Okay, no problem." Chen Hao replied.

A few minutes later, Chen Hao received a text message with 8 strings of names and phone numbers.

Look at the top row of messages.

"Chen October, settled on Ludao in Hu Province, mobile phone number 156xxxx9938?"

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Koda Community, Jimei District, Heron Island.

Keda Community is a brand under the Huaxia real estate giant Keda Group. It is positioned as a high-end market. Coupled with the high housing prices in Ludao City, one square meter directly exceeds 100,000.

Those who can live in this community are all above the middle class. After all, a single house costs more than 10 million yuan, and ordinary people cannot afford it.

Because the housing price is not low, most houses in the Keda community pay a down payment and then repay the mortgage.

It's not that there are no people who buy a house in full...but very few.

Ye Cang was one of the few.

In the study, Ye Cang sat in front of the computer without saying a word, staring intently at the screen.

The fingers dance gracefully on the keyboard like a genie.

With the rhythmic sound of the keyboard, Ye Cang was immersed in the virtual world written by him.

"Hoo~ I finally made up for what I owed yesterday!"

Ye Cang exhaled heavily and pulled both hands away from the keyboard.

I wanted to rub my sore eyes, but I just rubbed it twice before I remembered that it was unsanitary and let go.

He is an online literature writer who writes historical novels.

The novel's grades are good year after year, and when he writes, he has become a platinum writer of history on a certain point.com.

In the history category, it is considered the second child, because there is also a more old platinum god.

Recently competed for the top five positions in the monthly ticket list, and promised to add 3 updates for every entry!

In the blink of an eye,

From the tenth place in the monthly ticket list to the fifth place.

As a price, in addition to the basic 2 updates per day, he also needs to add 15 chapters!

Historical novels are not easy to write. Just looking up the information will kill people, especially people with obsessive-compulsive disorder like Ye Cang.

The reference books and reference books on the bookshelf behind him are evidence.

After 4 consecutive days of retreat and codewords, even his wife, Qiao Jingyu, picked up his son.

"Oops, it's already 6:25. Fanfan is back!" When he saw the lower right corner of the computer, Ye Cang's eyelids jumped, and he quickly got up from the computer chair and walked to the door of the study.

Because writing requires a peaceful environment, Ye Cang specially instructed the decoration company to use sound insulation materials on the walls of the study when he was decorating.

When Ye Cang was typing, unless it was a very urgent matter, even if his beloved wife knocked on the door, it would make him unhappy.

And Ye Xiaotian is the son of him and Qiao Jingyu, Ye Xiaotian.

The door of the study opened, and a loud voice instantly entered my ears.

The source of this sound was the crying little boy on the sofa in the living room.

"Why is Xiaotian crying, is there a child bullying you at school? Tell your father that he will beat them up!" Seeing Ye Xiaotian crying with his mother in his arms, Ye Cang's calm heart panicked and his pace quickened a bit. .

It's just that Ye Xiaotian didn't pay attention to him, but pouted.

He had no choice but to turn his head to Qiao Jingyu, "wife, what's wrong with Xiaotian?"

"It's not a big deal..." Qiao Jingyu explained helplessly: "It's just that Xiaotian was talking to his friends after class, and a few children were showing off their parents, and then Xiaotian said that my father was a great writer. Those children didn't believe it, Xiaotian I gave you a pseudonym, but a few children insisted that they were called Internet writers, not writers..."

After Qiao Jingyu finished speaking, Ye Xiaotian cried and asked Ye Cang, "Dad, they said you were not a writer, but they didn't believe me when I said it, 55555."

Writer and Internet writer, the two titles are completely one day and one place.

Ye Cang's heart was a little complicated, but he still wiped Ye Xiaotian's tears with his hand, and then said with a smile, "Silly boy, your father joined the China Writers Association, so he is naturally a writer."

As a platinum author at a certain point, Ye Cang naturally joined the Huaxia Writers Association.

"Then why do they still say that you are an online writer?" Ye Xiaotian's little face was wrinkled together because of grievance.

"That's because they were jealous of our Xiaotian's father being too powerful, so they said that on purpose." Ye Cang coaxed, "When I go to school tomorrow, Xiaotian will bring a book published by my father over to let the children take a good look at it. "

"That's great."

After coaxing for a while, Ye Xiaotian finally stopped crying, and the whole family sat at the dining table to eat.

After the meal, Ye Cang turned on the TV and showed Ye Xiaotian a cartoon of the brainless sheep... Hungry, it's a Pleasant Goat cartoon.

The sadness of a child is always forgotten so quickly.

Hearing Ye Xiaotian's laughter, Ye Cang silently walked to the balcony.

Cigarette lit, smoked.

Ye Cang leaned on the railing and looked at Ludao City, which was shrouded in darkness.

There is a cloud in my heart.

ps: Ask for a recommendation ticket! Yesterday, there was a reward of 1,000 starting coins, and I happily shared it with a small group of authors. As a result, my friend jumped out and said that it was his friendship reward. Embarrassed to death, Bai was happy.

This is yesterday's owe, and there are 2 more tonight.