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Chapter 8 Suppression
After Zhang Tianqi finished talking about the two blockbuster bombs, he casually exchanged a few words, saying that eating is good for fun, that Longtan Villa is a good place, that he will be inspired to create a new work after picking up the wind, so he handed over the microphone to Xu Hongtao. chairman.

Chairman Xu is an old man in his 70s, with a thin life, but his eyes are very deep, as if he can penetrate people's hearts.He spoke softly, and he seemed to be a very kind old man.

This old man Xu didn't talk much, and after speaking a few sentences, he said: "Hehe, I'm not good at words, so let's talk a few words with someone else. Professor Qiu from Xingyuan Writers Association is a scholar. He was born in a big base area. Yan'an grew up in Beiping after the founding of New China, and went back to work in Xingyuan City, his ancestral home after experiencing great storms, come, shall we ask him to say a few words?"

'Whoa whoa'

The applause was like a wave, and Li Ze also applauded vigorously. Lao Qiu is a good person. Without him, how could he be standing here now?

After the applause died down, Professor Qiu said with a smile:
"In fact, Chairman Xu pushed me to speak on stage. He was not kind at first. How could I have the weight to speak to all my pen pals on such a big occasion? Hehe, in fact, I just said: Eat well, drink well, and play well. "

"Ha ha ha ha."

There was a friendly laugh from the crowd.

Professor Qiu's face straightened, and he said, "Speaking of which, Xingyuan City is still a hometown of literati. It's true. After six years, the candidates for the national college entrance examination champion still fall on our three-acre land. Yes. It’s a great honor that this year’s top scorer in the college entrance examination is a liberal arts student, and the article "Praise of Poplar" written by him is especially commendable. Well, everyone has guessed it. I have invited Li Ze, the top scorer in the national college entrance examination. Hehe, come on, little Zeshang would like to say a few words, tell us about your impressions, and talk about some things behind "Praise of Poplar". Welcome everyone, and young people must be given some opportunities."

Hearing this, Li Ze felt a little touched, knowing that Lao Qiu was giving him a chance and forcibly pulling himself into their circle.

He exchanged glances with Lao Qiu, and Li Ze nodded deeply.

There was a commotion in the arena, and most people obviously still didn't know that Li Ze had also come to the scene, and they were all discussing:
"Li Ze? He wrote Bai Yang's tribute?"

"Why are you admiring this prose? I don't think it's well written. The words are bland, and the main prose is as pale as white water. Reading it is like chewing wax."

"No. [-] scholar? What's so great about being a No. [-] scholar? How can a No. [-] scholar under exam-oriented education have any gold content? How can he still come to our Writers' Association?"

"What courage, isn't he just a little doll who has studied well, and dares to speak to us in the Writers Association?"

"Give young people a chance."

"..."

Nearly [-] people made a lot of money and got out of the way, watching Li Ze calmly walk towards the stage, talking a lot.

Li Ze walked up without any fear or nervousness.Listening to those comments, either praise or derogation, my heart feels like water.But he understood a truth, this qualification is really important here, people don't look at your real talents, but mainly look at your age...

Suddenly, a voice shouted: "Why let him go up? What can he do? Vice Chairman Qiu, the other two vice-chairmen haven't spoken yet, why should this brat go up to speak? "

After the scene fell silent, everyone looked towards the source of the sound, and it was Wang Gensheng, an old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks who called out.

Li Ze's footsteps stopped, and he looked at Wang Gensheng with a frown, feeling that he was extremely embarrassed at this moment.

Professor Qiu was also a little embarrassed on the stage. He turned around and saw Chairman Xu behind the stage.At this time, Chairman Xu seemed to have heard nothing, sitting on the cool chair and playing with a purple sand teapot, smiling.

Professor Qiu's heart sank, and he took the microphone and said, "Old Wang, give young people a chance."

Wang Gensheng sneered: "It's not a matter of opportunity or opportunity. Do you understand the order of seniority and the difference between superiority and inferiority? The average age of our Writers Association is over 50 years old. There is a grand meeting, and there is still a young boy." Come to talk? It’s really getting better and better.”

"You... this..." Lao Qiu was a little bit embarrassed, he was in a dilemma.

Li Ze was furious in his heart, what a dead old man, did I provoke you?

Can you not be angry?For this speech, Li Ze stayed up all night last night before carefully crafting and writing such a copy. At this time, he was stuck here and couldn't speak, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't get off the stage.There are more than 500 people watching this!

Although Li Ze is not afraid of speaking, he is also very courageous.But being watched by 500 people like monkeys, this feeling of burning faces is really unbearable.

Wang Gensheng continued to shout loudly: "Vice Chairman Qiu, he is not in the position of seniority, knowledge and experience, age, and knowledge. I don't know which onion he is. Why is it not his turn to speak on stage? Just because we want to give young people a chance? There are so many young people in the world, so should we call all the students in Xingyuan City to say a few words? ah?"

Lao Qiu was furious, his old face blushed, and he pointed at Wang Gensheng: "You...Old Wang, what are you talking about?"

Li Ze wished he could grab that dead old man and beat him up, but he kept telling himself: Bear with it, bear with it, and if you can't bear it, you will make trouble. My purpose is to join the Writers Association, so I can't get angry with him.

But at this time, there were still a few snickers in the audience, and everyone was pointing and talking and laughing at Li Ze, who was the center of attention.

Li Ze's face turned red all of a sudden, he is a young man after all, how can he have the kind of state of mind that he still doesn't change his face when he is criticized by everyone?

Li Ze laughed dryly, and said gruffly: "Professor Qiu, then I won't talk about it. What's the boy, how can he not dare to go up and show his face. Today's grand meeting of the Writers Association, the entire Longtan Villa has countless generations of hidden dragons and crouching tigers." , I'll forget it."

Professor Qiu sighed, took the microphone and said, "Since Ozawa said so, then it's considered..."

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by another voice.

A middle-aged man took a microphone and walked onto the stage while talking with a smile:

"Ha, Lao Qiu, Lao Qiu, stop praising him. Although he is a top scholar, he is too young. I believe he has talent, but I dare not say this talent. Maybe after years of tempering, he will have some Talent, but now... In fact, I just wanted to come up. If Lao Wang doesn't interrupt you, I have to interrupt you. He is not a member of the Writers' Association, what kind of talk does he come up to talk about? Besides, a group of us old gang members were beaten by a young man. What is talking about? But Lao Wang interrupted, so I won’t say anything, it’s not good to hurt the little baby’s self-esteem.”

"Hahahaha!"

"Vice Chairman Shi, your humor is still the same as before."

"Old Shi, what you said is already serious."

"Lao Shi, Lao Shi, you still said you wouldn't hurt other people's self-esteem, hahaha."

"..."

As soon as Vice Chairman Shi Houkuan finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted in the field.

And Li Ze, now full of embarrassment and anger, being played like a monkey by so many people, he really wanted to find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Tell yourself again: I endure, I endure, in order to join the Writers Association, I endure!
But the eyes suddenly became very cold.

For some reason, he actually felt that joining the Writers Association didn't seem to be that important anymore...

(End of this chapter)