Chapter 1150: The Composition Contest Wins the Grand Prize
Jiang Sheng also smiled. The previous depressed look had long gone, and his expression became confident again, "eloquence, haha, that's what I, Jiang, am best at! I'm confident!"
Xu Tonglu looked at Jiang Sheng's confident smiling face, and his mind seemed to be echoing a conversation he had with his elder brother Xu Tongdao a few days ago.
"Brother, this is a great way to make money. Since you know this kind of operation, why don't you open your own film and television company? Use this kind of blockbusters to make money in the stock market?"
"This is eating bad money! Once or twice is okay, but if you do it too often, your reputation will be bad. Moreover, if you eat this kind of bad money too many times, the final backlash may be huge. The money you earned before,
It’s very likely that I’ll spit it out!”
"Oh? That's it... then, brother, if I recommend this plan to Zhengyang Group, will we still have a way to attack their blockbuster plan?"
"There is no perfect plan, any plan can be sniped!"
Xu Tonglu remembered that when his elder brother said this, his tone was very firm.
At that time, he couldn't help but ask: "What about?"
He remembered that his eldest brother Xu Tongdao said calmly at the time: "For example, your method of sniping "Half of Love" this time is good. As long as you continue to detonate negative news about their company or the crew before they make money from the stock market,
News, so that their entire blockbuster plan is always plagued by negative news during the implementation process. Naturally, investors will not be optimistic about their movie, and thus will not buy their company's stocks. As long as you can do similar things twice
Three times, her Zhengyang Group will naturally be doomed."
With these words of his elder brother echoing in Xu Tonglu's mind, his eyes narrowed subconsciously, expecting Jiang Sheng to go back and convince Xi Zhilan and others to agree to this blockbuster plan.
He would like to see how Xi Zhilan and others can withstand the setbacks of several blockbuster projects.
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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 slightly, cleared her throat, and announced: "I want to tell you some good news. In the latest grade-wide composition competition, Xu An'an from our class,
Won the first prize in the grade composition competition, come on! We all applaud and congratulate Xu Anan!"
As she said this, 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, and some were dissatisfied. Their eyes turned to Xu Anan in the middle of the classroom.
The whole classroom burst into applause.
Xu Anan also had a look of surprise on her face, as if she didn't even expect that she would win the first prize in this grade-level composition contest.
When the applause in the classroom gradually stopped, the female teacher on the podium with a smile on her face picked up a scroll on the podium and tied a certificate with a golden ribbon. She untied the ribbon, glanced at the words on the certificate, and raised her head.
He smiled and said: "Well, I just forgot to tell everyone
Talking about the essay title that Xu An'an won the first prize in the grade composition competition this time, let me add that the title of the essay written by Xu An'an this time is: "My CEO Dad"! Come! Everyone applauds and asks Xu An'an to come up and accept the essay.
Prize!"
Applause rang out again.
But this time when everyone applauded, they seemed a little hesitant.
Many students had expressions of surprise and speechlessness on their faces.
Xu Anan's little face was also slightly blushing with shame.
At this time, she seemed to realize that she had won the first prize for this essay, which was a bit of an underwhelming victory.
When she stood up with a blush and went on stage to receive 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 essay could win the award, she was influenced by her father's words and wrote
Such an essay.
The conversation between her and her father at that time seemed to be still echoing in her little head just a short distance before she went on stage to receive the award.
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 copy, ran upstairs, knocked on her father's study door, 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, Tongdao Xu, glanced at her, returned his eyes to the book in front of him, and said casually: "Someone wrote "My District Chief Dad" and won the award before. I guess some of you will write a similar essay this time.
,So, no matter what you write, you probably have no hope of winning an award, so just write whatever you want! The important thing is to participate."
At that time, Xu Anan was a little stunned.
Can you win an award for writing "My District Chief Dad"?
Seeing that her father didn't seem to be interested in giving her serious instructions, she left the study a little disappointed and returned to her own small study downstairs.
Then, looking at the composition text, she thought about it, and suddenly she had an idea to try writing "My President Dad". She wanted to try if she could win an award if she wrote it like this. She thought at the time that my father was not the district chief.
I probably won't get the first prize, but it would be nice if I could get a third prize.
In fact, she had another little thought in her mind - maybe what her father said was wrong, and the school essay contest wouldn't judge it that way.
Everyone is impulsive sometimes.
A little girl her age is more likely to be impulsive.
Because of that impulse, she actually wrote such an essay and submitted it as her own entry into the essay contest.
Then there was this scene at this moment.
Xu Anan walked up to the podium with a red face and received the first-class certificate from the smiling Chinese teacher. Xu Anan felt quite complicated in her heart.
I was happy, shy, and a little disappointed.
The joy is naturally because I won the first prize. Winning a prize is always a joy.
She was shy because she felt that winning this award was probably a bit of an underwhelming victory.
I'm disappointed because... the school teachers' award criteria are so unfair. If my dad wasn't the president of the group, wouldn't I have no hope of winning?
She couldn't help but think so.
…
at the same time.
In another classroom, a male teacher in his forties also announced the results of the grade-level essay contest on the podium.
"This time, Xia Shenxing, a classmate from our class, won the first prize in our grade-level essay competition. The title of his essay was "A Red Heart Dedicated to the Party." Come on! Everyone applauds and encourages!"
There was a round of applause in the classroom.
Everyone looked at Xia Shenxing in the back row of the classroom, including Zeng Yuxuan. Unlike others, Zeng Yuxuan, who had always been naughty and arrogant, looked at Xia Shenxing with disdain.
He never had a good look at the guys in the class who were good at studying. Maybe it was because of jealousy?
And what about Xia Shenxing?
At this time, he held his head high and his chest high, with a confident and proud expression. When the teacher called him to come to the stage to receive the award, Xia Shenxing did not panic at all, with a confident and hopeful expression.