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Jiang Sheng also laughed. The previous dejected expression had already disappeared, and his expression became confident again, "Eloquence, haha, that's what I, Jiang, are the best at! I'm confident!"

Xu Tonglu looked at Jiang Sheng's confident smile, and his mind seemed to be echoing a conversation between him and his elder brother Xu Tongdao a few days ago.

"Brother, this method of making money is very good. Since you understand this kind of operation, why don't you open a film and television company yourself? Use this kind of blockbuster to make money in the stock market?"

"This is eating bad money! Once or twice is okay, but if you eat it more often, your reputation will be stinky. Moreover, if you eat this kind of bad money too many times, the final backlash may be huge. The money you made before, Probably vomit out!"

"Oh? That's it... Then, big brother, if I recommend this plan to Zhengyang Group, will we still have a way to snipe their blockbuster plan?"

"There is no perfect plan in the world, any plan can be sniped!"

Xu Tonglu remembered that when the elder brother said this, his tone was very determined.

At that time, he couldn't help but ask: "Like what?"

He remembered his eldest brother Xu Tongdao said lightly at the time: "For example, your method of sniping "One-half Love" this time is good, as long as they continue to detonate the negative aspects of their company or the crew before they make money from the stock market News, so that their entire blockbuster plan will always be riddled with negative news during the execution of their blockbuster plan. Naturally, the people will not be optimistic about their movie, and will not buy their company's stock. Similar things as long as you can do two Three times, her Zhengyang Group will naturally be finished."

Xu Tonglu's words echoed in his mind, his eyes narrowed subconsciously, and he was looking forward to Jiang Sheng's turn around to convince Xi Zhilan and others to agree to this blockbuster plan.

He would like to see Xi Zhilan and the others, who can withstand several large-scale plans.

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Two days later, in the morning.

Tianyun City No. 2 Primary School, in a classroom.

A young and beautiful female teacher stood on the podium with a smile, coughed lightly, cleared her throat, and announced, "I have good news for everyone, in the most recent all-year composition competition, Xu An'an from our class, Won the first prize in the grade composition competition, come! We all applaud and congratulate Xu An'an!"

Saying that, she took the lead in applauding.

There were dozens of boys and girls in the classroom with different expressions. Some were surprised, some were envious, some were dissatisfied, and they all turned to Xu An'an in the middle of the classroom.

The whole classroom burst into applause.

Xu An'an's face also had a look of surprise, as if she didn't even think that she would win the first prize in this grade-level composition competition.

When the applause in the classroom gradually stopped, the female teacher on the podium smiled and picked up a certificate of merit that was rolled up on a scroll and tied with a golden ribbon, untied the ribbon, glanced at the words on the certificate, and raised her head. He smiled: "Well, I just forgot to tell you about the composition title of Xu An'an who won the first prize in the grade composition competition this time. Now I will add that the title of Xu An'an's composition this time is: "My CEO Dad" Come on! Everyone applauds and invites Xu Anan to come up and accept the award!"

Applause broke out again.

But this time when everyone applauded, there seemed to be a little hesitation.

The faces of many of the classmates were full of surprise and speechlessness.

Xu An'an's little face was also slightly blushing.

At this time, she also seemed to realize that she won the first prize for this composition, and she was a little out of luck.

When she got up on stage with a blushing face to accept the award, she felt a little regretful. Last week, when the school held this competition, when she went home and asked her father what kind of composition would win the prize, she was influenced by her father's words and wrote Such an essay.

Just a short distance from the stage to accept the award, her little head seemed to still echo the conversation between her and her father at that time.

She remembered that her father was reading in the study.

Because she didn't know what kind of composition to write for the competition, she took the composition and ran upstairs, knocked on the door of her father's study, walked in and asked, "Dad, can you tell me what kind of composition to write? Did you win an award?"

At that time, her father Xu Tongdao glanced at her, and then his eyes returned to the book in front of him, and said casually: "Someone wrote "My District Mayor Dad" and won the prize, I guess some of you will write a similar composition this time. , So, no matter what you write, you probably have no hope of winning, so you can write whatever you want! The emphasis is on participation."

At that time, Xu Anan was a little stunned.

Can you win if you write "My District Mayor Dad"?

Seeing that her father didn't seem interested in giving her serious advice, she left the study a little disappointed and went back to her own small study downstairs.

Then, when she was writing the text, she thought about it, and suddenly she had a whim. She wanted to try to write "My President's Dad". She wanted to try writing this way, if she could also win an award. She thought that my father was not the mayor of the district. The first prize probably won't be given to me, but it would be nice to get a third prize.

In fact, she had another careful thought in her heart—maybe what her father said was wrong, and the school composition competition award would not evaluate it this way.

People have impulses.

A little girl her age is more impulsive.

Just because of that impulse, she really wrote such an essay and handed it in as her entry for the essay competition.

And then there is this moment.

Stepping onto the podium with a blushing face, and receiving the certificate of the first prize from the smiling Chinese teacher, Xu Anan felt quite complicated.

Joyful, shy, and a little disappointed.

The joy is naturally because I won the first prize, and it is always a pleasure to win an award.

She was shy because she felt that winning the award this time was a bit incompetent.

Disappointment is because... the evaluation criteria of the school teachers are too unfair. If my father is not the president of the group, then I have no hope of winning the award at all?

She couldn't help but think so. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

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at the same time.

In another classroom, a male teacher in his forties was also announcing the results of the grade-level composition competition on the podium.

"This time, Xia Shenxing, our classmate, won the first prize of the grade in our school-wide composition competition. The title of his composition is "A Heart Dedicated to the Party", come! Everyone applauds and encourages!"

There was applause in the classroom.

Everyone's eyes turned to Xia Shenxing in the back row of the classroom, including Zeng Yuxuan. Unlike others, Zeng Yuxuan, who had always been a ruffian, looked at Xia Shenxing with disdain in his eyes.

He has never had a good look at the good guys in the class, maybe it's because of jealousy?

And what about Xia Shenxing?

At this time, he raised his head and looked confident and proud. When the teacher called him to come on stage to accept the award, Xia Shenxing didn't panic at all, his expression was confident and hopeful.