He picked it up and saw that there was only one word on it.

[Yingchanxi]: Oh.

...

In the afternoon, Yuhang Writers Association.

As usual, Li Guoru wandered around the nearby community park for a morning, chatting and playing chess. After going home for lunch, he wandered to the Writers Association.

"Where is Jing Chun? Why don't you drink tea here?" When he came to the activity room of the Writers Association, Li Guoru looked around and didn't find his old acquaintance, so he asked the person beside him.

"You're busy," the man replied, "You go to the corridor and take a look, I guess you're there."

"Oh, thank you."

Upon hearing this, Li Guoru turned around and walked out of the activity room and headed towards the corridor outside.

The Writers Association is divided into office department and activity department.

The former is mainly used to receive guests and office land, while the latter is the activity area for association members.

The corridor where Sun Jingchun is located at this time is the connection between the two.

On the walls on both sides of the corridor, there are various portraits and announcements about the Writers Association, including some famous association members, introductions on the establishment of the Writers Association, and development over the years.

And today, one of the previously empty bulletin boards is about to welcome its new owner.

Li Guoru came all the way to the corridor and saw Sun Jingchun and the two staff members next to him at a glance.

The three of them held a new announcement in their hands and carefully put it into the announcement board. After confirming that they were stable and safe, they clapped their hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Sun Jingchun thanked the two staff members, then took two steps back and looked at the latest announcement this time, nodding with satisfaction, "That's all."

"What's this?"

Li Guoru approached curiously and looked up, and saw that the bulletin board was written in the largest font size: "Warmly celebrate the successful conclusion of the first joint symposium of Qianjiang Online Writers Association."

"Oh." Li Guoru remembered, "You mentioned it to me last time, and just wrote a symposium for those who wrote online articles, right?"

"Yes, that's all." Sun Jingchun nodded, looked at the announcement with his hips, "It just ended a few days ago. The photo has not come out. If you make an announcement, you have to put it on for a while."

"How is the symposium? Is it interesting?" Li Guoru asked with a smile.

"What's the point?" Sun Jingchun shook his head repeatedly, "The Writers Association invited several guests, one of which was our writer. When he gave a speech on stage, he threw away the normal manuscripts he had prepared in advance and started scolding him on the spot, almost bringing me back."

"Wow, is there any more?" Li Guoru was surprised and couldn't help but say, "Who is it?"

"For the first prize of the new writer who has been commended by the Writers Association before, Chu Sheng, the one who wrote "My Father"." Sun Jingchun whispered, "Chairman Li's nephew."

"He?" Li Guoru immediately looked disgusted when he heard this, "He is not as good as what I wrote."

"Shh!" Sun Jingchun quickly silenced him, "I'd better say a few words about this. The activities of the new writer were originally specially organized for others, otherwise there would be no funding yet. Just a pheasant prize, just give it."

"I didn't say this kind of thing. Although I don't like that online literature seminar, I won't ask him to come up, right?" Li Guoru said twice.

"Cough cough." Sun Jingchun coughed twice, "It was also recommended by Chairman Li, otherwise he would have been forced into it with four guests."

Li Guoru: "..."

When Li Guoru heard this, he shook his head repeatedly.

However, he has traveled around the world and done a lot of business before, so he is no longer surprised by such things.

After complaining to Sun Jingchun, I stopped talking, but instead looked at the bulletin board on it.

"We are all very young and look at it." Li Guoru glanced at it a few times, skipped the text part completely, and looked directly at the photos above.

There are overall photos of the conference hall and side photos of five guests sitting in a row.

In addition, there are a group photo of the three winners of the essay contest.

"The people who write online articles are very young." Sun Jingchun nodded and said, "There are still underage here."

"Minor?" Li Guoru was surprised, "How old is it?"

"At the age of 16, I'm still in the first year of high school." Sun Jingchun laughed and shook his head. "When the meeting, Chu Sheng caught someone scolding him, but he was criticized by someone with a reasonable and well-founded attitude. It's really embarrassing."

"What else is this?" Li Guoru looked at the big photo in the conference hall and asked curiously, "Which young man? Please point me to see?"

"Don't look at this photo, just look at the winners of the urban essay contest." Sun Jingchun pointed to the photo in the lower right corner, "Just this young man in the middle stood with Secretary Cao of the Provincial Writers Association."

Li Guoru looked in the direction he pointed, and soon saw the handsome boy.

Originally, he was just curious, and took a glance and passed.

But after taking a look, Li Guoru subconsciously exclaimed, feeling that the young man looked familiar, so he took a closer look.

When I saw this, I saw the problem and didn't say anything at all.

Li Guoru showed a look of surprise and doubt on his face. He felt that he could see something, but he was a little confused.

Sun Jingchun, who was standing beside him, saw his strange appearance and asked strangely: "What's wrong with you? Can you still see the flowers?"

"I don't know if I can see the flowers, but..." Li Guoru was a little confused and scratched his head and couldn't help but say, "But I seem to know this child..."

"Ah? Do you know each other?" Sun Jingchun was surprised and asked quickly, "Where did you know each other?"

"Wait, wait first, just in case, so as not to make a mistake and make a joke." Li Guoru raised his hand and said, "Your photo is still a bit confused. I'll ask you, do you know the child's real name?"

"I know." Sun Jingchun recalled, "I'm asking Li Luo to come. Li Luo, Luo is Yingluo's Luo."

"Ouch!" Li Guoru slapped his thigh and immediately said, "That's true!"

"You really know each other?" Sun Jingchun asked in surprise, "How did you know each other?"

"Look at what his surname is." Li Guoru suddenly burst out laughing and shook his head, "Subject to Li, this is my Li family's child, my youngest brother, his son, Li Luo! I said why do you look more and more familiar with me? It turns out that it is true!"

When Sun Jingchun heard what he said, his mouth widened.

"This kid is really a bit promising." When Li Guoru knew that this was his nephew, he was amazed. "I heard a while ago that he was writing online articles, and he advised him to study hard, so that he could write online articles even after going to college."

"I didn't expect that this really made a name for him, and he could win the essay award."

"Is there any bonus for this essay contest? How much does it cost?"

"Uh... he is the first prize, with a prize of 50,000 yuan." Sun Jingchun pulled the corners of his mouth and replied.

"That's a lot." Li Guoru said in surprise, "There are so many bonuses."

For Li Guoru, 50,000 yuan is not a big deal, but it is very rare to think that it was obtained by a child like Li Luo who won the award.

"Haha, there are quite a lot." Sun Jingchun smiled bitterly, and after considering it, he couldn't help but remind Li Guoru, "But you don't know that the book he wrote is much more valuable than this bonus."

"Ah? What does it mean?" Li Guoru was stunned for a moment, and he was a little unresponsive.

"You don't know yet." Sun Jingchun said, "He has this book "I'm Not a Star". Just last month, the manuscript fee is this."

As he said that, he raised three fingers.

Li Guoru looked at his hand and was a little surprised: "Thirty thousand?"

"Three hundred thousand!" Sun Jingchun said loudly, "Strictly speaking, it should be 370,000! A total of 370,000!"

"And you don't know that your nephew joined the Provincial Online Writers Association just by relying on this book."

"I was also invited by Secretary Cao in person to join the Provincial Writers Association. This is really a bright future!"

As soon as these words came out.

Li Guoru slowly grew up his mouth and his mind buzzed.

He recalled the words he said at the dinner table when he went to his younger brother's house before, and his face suddenly turned red.

I also thought that I could barely enter the Municipal Writers Association by relying on the personal memoirs that others helped to polish. Li Luo was invited by the secretary of the Provincial Writers Association at a young age.

Thinking of this, Li Guoru couldn't speak for a moment.

He was stunned and said nothing for a long time.

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