"Why do you say that? Don't you know, isn't this very unfair to those who have lost the election? Is it worthy of the earnest hopes of my friends to commit fraud? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
It was difficult for him to understand that Zhao Ziyu would do such a thing.
Zhao Ziyu was a little embarrassed to speak and did not dare to make eye contact with him, but thinking of her sister-in-law's words, she still made up her mind, tilted her head slightly and said.
"I know it's wrong, but I really want to be the editor-in-chief."
"Everyone knows that the director of the preparatory committee will be chosen from the four schools in Qingbei. Peking University is undoubtedly the most powerful, and Tsinghua has an inherent advantage. The last person must be in Qingbei..."
"I said that, don't you understand?" Zhao Ziyu raised her head slightly. This posture of looking up and pleading made her feel humiliated.
Lin Xiaoguang looked at her playfully, looking up and down.
"Speak, what do you mean?" Zhao Ziyu's face felt hot, and the look in his eyes made her a little embarrassed.
Lin Xiaoguang shook his head: "I don't know if someone told you something to make you become so utilitarian, but it is understandable. After all, "Youth Digest" has been completed, and it is destined to be recorded in history."
"For the sake of the throne, father and son can turn against each other, and brothers can draw swords against each other. What does this mean?"
Zhao Ziyu's face became increasingly ugly, and her heart sank.
"However, it's not impossible." Lin Xiaoguang suddenly changed the topic and looked at her with a half-smile.
"What do you mean?" Zhao Ziyu was delighted.
"Do you really want to listen?"
Zhao Ziyu was a little surprised: "Absolutely. Is there anything I shouldn't listen to?"
"Are you sure? Don't regret it? Don't be angry after hearing this?"
"I'm sure, I'm sure, I don't regret it, and I'm definitely not angry." Zhao Ziyu was a little impatient, but had to be patient.
"Okay, I said it."
"Say it!" Zhao Ziyu looked expectant.
Lin Xiaoguang said seriously: "You want me to quit? I have to discuss it with my wife."
Zhao Ziyu was slightly startled.
When she heard this sentence, she subconsciously felt that this guy was joking again, but the expression on his face didn't look like it. Before thinking about it, she seemed to understand a little bit.
She now has two ways of coping.
The first is to scold him angrily for talking about his wife at such a young age. He is really shameless.
The second method is to borrow the donkey down the slope and ask him who his wife is?
The former may intensify the conflict. As for the latter, what if he takes advantage of her?
She thought for a while, but did not adopt any response method. She pretended to be confused and asked: "Don't you have a wife?"
When she said this, she felt ashamed. When did she, a young girl, get to discuss this kind of issue with a man openly in public?
Lin Xiaoguang shook his head and smiled: "So there is no need to discuss."
Upon hearing this answer, Zhao Ziyu's anger surged instantly, his pretty face turned red, and he stamped his foot hatefully.
"Lin Xiaoguang, you are kidding me!"
Zhao Ziyu was angry, so she held her breath and vowed to kill Lin Xiaoguang.
After that, she went around canvassing for votes.
As a pretty girl with good looks, she still has a lot of inherent advantages. When the animals from the Qing Literature Society and the Readers Association came to see her, they naturally made all kinds of promises and became her licking dogs.
Not to mention others, at least Chen Yiming, the grandson of Chen Yiming, took advantage of the situation and ignored the important responsibilities of the President of the Readers Association. He only supported her and stood up to speak for her and openly canvassed for her votes.
The momentum was so great that it even surpassed Lin Xiaoguang's.
Lin Xiaoguang despised these guys who valued sex over friends, but he also allowed them to do whatever they did, regardless of it, because he believed that the eyes of the masses were sharp, and the masses would know who had made the greatest contribution to "Youth Digest".
On this day, the final candidates on Tsinghua University voted.
The result came out and made a group of people look at it with suspicion.
Zhao Ziyu, who was in the limelight, was unexpectedly defeated. Lin Xiaoguang, who kept quiet, won the selection with a slight advantage and was officially nominated as the only candidate in Tsinghua University.
No matter how many doubts the parties involved have in mind, this matter is already in the past.
Those who lose silently lick their wounds, while those who win go to fight on a higher stage. After this battle, Lin Xiaoguang has completely established his position as the number one person in "Youth Digest" in Tsinghua University.
After class on Saturday, the day before the public elections for the position of director of the preparatory committee in major universities in Peiping, another person came to visit.
At that time, Lin Xiaoguang was on the joint editorial board of Youth Digest and was busy writing in that classroom.
It was a chilly spring day, and the weather was still a bit cold. There was a briquette stove burning in the house, and a large teapot was placed on it. The teapot was full of water. It had only been put on for a while, but it had not made any sound yet.
Lin Xiaoguang is writing "Wreaths Under the Mountains".
The war broke out on the 17th. A week has passed and our army's first phase of combat missions has been completed.
Fierce fighting is going on on the front lines, with millions of soldiers preparing for war, and one billion people across the country holding their breath, wishing they could also take up their guns and punish Nanhou, the white-eyed wolf.
For some time to come, the war in southern Xinjiang will make headlines across the country.
No matter from which aspect, this heat must be tolerated, or rather, it cannot be called inflated, but a sincere tribute to the brave and fearless soldiers on the front line, so he wrote this novel.
Shen Yizhou came uninvited, as an uninvited guest, but he did not have such awareness. He looked east and west and saw nothing outside.
“I have long heard that Youth Digest is full of talented people, and it is truly well-deserved.”
The people on the joint editorial board of "Youth Digest" have seen a lot of storms and waves. They have never seen any kind of battles. They were not surprised by his praise, and they didn't take it seriously.
"Classmate, I have something to tell you." Lin Xiaobald continued writing without raising his head.
Shen Yizhou smiled slightly, turning a blind eye to his rudeness, and said carelessly: "Classmate Lin, I want to make a deal with you."
Lin Xiaoguang raised his eyebrows, why did he want him to quit automatically?
"Wait a minute... Before you speak, please introduce yourself. I don't discuss things with unknown people. If you keep your head hidden, then don't talk about it."
"Let me introduce you formally. I am Shen Yizhou, grade 77 in the Chinese Department of Peking University, majoring in journalism. My father is..." Shen Yizhou took out a piece of paper, picked up a pen, and wrote a few words before passing the paper over.
, closed the pen cap and looked at him with interest.
When Lin Xiaoguang saw the three words on the paper, his pupils shrank and his mind froze.
Writing requires a quiet environment. If an author's mind is disturbed, he will not be able to write.
Lin Xiaoguang put down his pen, took out the tea set from behind, slowly opened it, poured half of the water in the big teapot into the hot water kettle, and put it back on the stove.
After waiting for less than a minute, the water boiled and he started making tea.
He has been drinking tea for many years, and his action of making tea is really pleasing to the eye. Everyone who has seen it will give thumbs up and praise him, and Director Yu is no exception.
"I've long heard that Mr. Lin's tea-making skills are excellent. It's true." Shen Yizhou said with a smile.
Lin Xiaoguang didn't say anything, poured hot water into the cup and pushed it over: "Please!"
Shen Yizhou accepted it with a smile.
After that, they chatted casually, chatting about everything in the world. Shen Yizhou didn't mention any deal, and Lin Xiaoguang didn't mention it. When it comes to negotiations, whoever speaks first will be at a disadvantage and can be manipulated by others.
Shen Yizhou wanted something from others, but he didn't want to give in without a bottom line.
We talked like this until very late, until all the editorial board members were gone. At eleven o'clock in the night, Lin Xiaoguang was still as stable as a mountain, and Shen Yizhou finally couldn't sit still.
"Lin Xiaoguang, how can you quit? Don't compete with me for the position of director."