I Am the President of the University

　　 "Hello, President Chen, I am Zhou Lie, the director of the Type Literature Research Committee of the Hu Provincial Writers Association, and I am also the Secretary-General of the Hu Provincial Writers Association. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly."

　　 "Hello, Director Zhou."

　　 Chen Hao felt the enthusiasm of the other party, and did not arrogantly replied politely.

　　 Not long after calling Zhou Hanqing, Zhou's secretary directly called him back and sent a contact number by the way.

　　 As for Zhou Lie's attitude, Chen Hao roughly guessed that he was willing.

　　 After Zhou Lie coughed, he asked, "Ah, it's like this. I just received a notice from Chairman Zhao to help Principal Chen with all my strength. Don't you know what's the matter?"

　　 Chen Hao asked directly: "That's it. I want to ask if there is a great **** or platinum author in this Hu Provincial Network Writers Association?"

　　 Zhou Lie recalled, and then replied: "Our Provincial Network Association currently has 2 platinum writers and 6 great writers."

　　 2 platinum, 6 great gods?

　　 looks pretty good.

　　 Chen Hao is basically satisfied.

　　 There are currently 2 classes in Chinese Language and Literature, including 8 classes for the upcoming new students.

　　 There are many cultural courses in the freshman year, and there are not many courses in the last semester of the internship.

　　 So in general, you only need to put it in your sophomore or junior year.

　　 Normally, after one semester of a course is finished, it will not appear in subsequent semesters.

　　 But Chen Hao intends to post this semester first to see the effect of the class. If the effect is good, he can follow up next semester.

　　 is directly divided into two parts: network literature creation (top) and network literature creation (bottom).

　　 2 classes, only 2 lecturers are enough.

　　 These two platinum, I want it!

　　 After thinking about it, Chen Hao said to Zhou Lie: "Director Zhou, it is not convenient for Fang to inform the contact information of these eight people."

　　 "Hahaha, it's convenient, of course it's convenient! I will post your contact information directly on your phone later?" Zhou Lie didn't have the need to refuse this kind of petty thing, and decisively agreed.

　　 "Okay, no problem." Chen Hao responded.

　　 A few minutes later, Chen Hao received a text message with 8 strings of names? Cell phone call.

　　 Look at the top row of messages.

　　 "Dust in October, settled on Lu Island, Hu Province, mobile number 156xxxx9938?"

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　　 Keda Community, Jimei District, Ludao.

　　 Keda Community is a brand under the China Real Estate predator Keda Group. It is positioned as a high-end market. With the high housing prices in Ludao City, one square meter directly exceeds 100,000.

　　The people who can live in this community are all middle-class and above. After all, a house alone costs more than 10 million yuan, and ordinary people simply cannot afford it.

　　Because the house price is not low, most of the houses in Keda community are paid down payment and then the mortgage is repaid.

　　 It's not that there are no people who buy a house with full payment... but very few.

　　 Ye Cang is one of these few people.

　　 In the study, Ye Cang sat in front of the computer, without a word, staring at the screen intently.

　　 Fingers dance gracefully on the keyboard like a wizard.

　　 Accompanied by the rhythmic keyboard sound, Ye Cang was immersed in the virtual world he wrote.

　　 "Huh~ I finally made up the debt of yesterday!"

　　 Ye Cang exhaled heavily, pulling both hands away from the keyboard.

　　 wanted to rub his aching eyes, but just after rubbing twice, he remembered that it was unhygienic, and then let go.

　　He is an online literature writer who writes historical novels.

　　Fiction scores well year after year, and when he writes, he has become a historical platinum writer of certain dot.com.

　　 is the second child in the history category, because there is an older platinum god.

　　 recently competed for the top five positions in the monthly ticket list, and promised to add 3 more for each entry!

　　 In the blink of an eye, he went from tenth to fifth on the monthly ticket list.

　　 As a price, in addition to 2 changes per day, he also needs to add 15 chapters!

　　Historical novels are not easy to write. Just checking the information will have to kill people, especially people with obsessive-compulsive disorder like Ye Cang.

　　 The reference books and reference books on the shelf behind him are evidence.

　　 The code word was closed for 4 consecutive days, and even the son was picked up by his wife Qiao Jingyu.

　　 "Oops, it's 6:25, Fanfan is back!" When he saw the lower right corner of the computer, Ye Cang's eyelids jumped, and he quickly got up from the computer chair and walked to the entrance of the study.

　　Because writing requires a quiet environment, Ye Cang specifically instructed the decoration company to use soundproofing materials when decorating.

　　 When Ye Cang coded characters, unless it was a very urgent matter, even if his wife came and knocked on the door, it would make him unhappy.

　　 And Ye Xiaotian is Ye Xiaotian, the son of him and Qiao Jingyu.

　　 The door of the study room opened, and a noisy sound instantly entered my ears.

　　 The source of this sound is the crying little boy on the living room sofa.

"Why is Xiaotian crying? Did some kids bully you at school? Tell dad, dad beat them up!" Seeing Ye Xiaotian crying while holding his mother, Ye Cang's heart was calmly flustered, and his pace quickened a bit. .

　　 It's just that Ye Xiaotian didn't respond to him, but pouted.

　　 He had to turn his head to the side of Qiao Jingyu, "Wife, what is going on Xiaotian?"

"Nothing big..." Qiao Jingyu explained helplessly: "It's Xiaotian talking with friends when get out of class is over. Several children are showing off their parents, and then Xiaotian said that my dad is a great writer. Those children don't believe it~www. novelmtl.com~ Xiaotian gave you a pseudonym, but a few kids just said that they were Internet writers, not writers..."

　　 After Qiao Jingyu finished speaking, Ye Xiaotian cried and asked Ye Cang, "Dad, they said you are not a writer, and I said they don’t believe me, 55555."

　　 Writers and Internet writers, the two terms of compulsion are completely one place every day.

　　 Ye Cang was a bit complicated in his heart, but he still wiped Ye Xiaotian's tears with his hand, and then said with a smile: "Silly boy, your dad is a writer who has joined the China Writers Association."

　　 As a platinum author at a certain point, Ye Cang naturally joined the China Writers Association.

　　 "Then why do they still say that you are an internet writer?" Ye Xiaotian's face wrinkled together because of his grievance.

"That's because they were jealous of our Xiaotian's father, so they said so deliberately." Ye Cang coaxed and said, "Tomorrow, Xiaotian will take a book published by his father and let the children take a look. "

　　 "That's good."

　　 After a while, Ye Xiaotian finally stopped crying. The whole family sat at the dining table and ate.

　　 After the meal, Ye Cang turned on the TV and showed Ye Xiaotian a cartoon Brain Cannon...hungry, it was a happy goat cartoon.

　　 The sadness of children is always forgotten so quickly.

　　 Listening to Ye Xiaotian's laughter, Ye Cang silently walked to the balcony.

　　 The smoke is lit and smoking.

　　 Ye Cang leaned on the railing, looking at the city of Ludao that was shrouded by night.

　　 There is a layer of haze in his heart.

　　Ps: Ask for a recommendation ticket! Yesterday, there was a reward of 1000 starting currency, and I happily shared it with a small group of authors, but my friend jumped out and said that it was his friendship reward. The embarrassment is dead, and I am happy for nothing.

　　 This is yesterday's back chapter, there are 2 more tonight.