"Director Wu, we are Mr. Yan Zheng's students. We are here to get the manuscript!”
When Snowy and her senior brother came to the reception hall downstairs, they went straight to the manuscript storage area!
The manuscript storage area was managed by the official staff, because these manuscripts might contain masterpieces of those masters, so they did not dare to neglect them.
One of the people in charge was called Wu Xin, one of the people in charge of logistics for the competition.
"Oh, Teacher Yan's famous disciple.”
Wu Xin was also a scholar in his thirties. He was in his middle years and had a public office. He was a director in the Cultural Affairs Bureau, so everyone called him Director Wu.
Director Wu looked at the two people in front of him and raised his glasses. He immediately praised them.
"Director Wu, thank you for your praise!"
Although Yan Zheng was old-fashioned, his two students were still young people. They were flexible and naturally not like his teacher, who did not know how to conduct himself.
The two of them said with a smile on their faces. Then, they turned to the main topic and prepared to take the manuscript.
"Director, let's hurry up and give me the manuscript. Otherwise, if my teacher gets angry, I won't be able to persuade him.!”
When Snowy's voice rang out, Director Wu's expression became a little awkward.
It wasn't that there was a problem, but that the leader who organized this competition had secretly said something to him when assigning work.
The last incident had caused the Ministry of Culture to personally take action, but they had yet to solve the problem. One could imagine how big the trouble was.
This was especially true for Yan Zheng and Elder Yan. This time, they had taken the initiative to participate in the assessment of the competition. The Wenhua Department even held a meeting. Although they agreed in the end, they thought of a compromise.
What compromise?
The person who submitted the manuscript would write their pen name on the express delivery. As long as there are famous scholars who write things, they will not give it to Teacher Yan.
Those who were not famous could be given to Teacher Yan.
This way, the previous incident would not happen again. In any case, there were almost no manuscripts that could be submitted to the shortlist.
They might as well do so. It would not hurt Master Yan's reputation, nor would it affect other scholars.
However, they had just received a batch of manuscripts this morning. At this moment, the staff was already choosing. There were a bunch of famous people and a bunch of unknown people.
However, what they did not expect was that this Elder Yan was so diligent. The meeting had just ended, and he was already here to ask for the manuscript.
It was really a headache. At this time, the staff members had not finished selecting their selections.
This was where Director Wu felt awkward.
Yan Zheng was extremely famous, influential, and famous. If he didn't have the manuscript he wanted, Director Wu would definitely take the blame.
"I wonder how many manuscripts do you need, Elder Yan?”
Director Wu's tone was very gentle, but the speed of his speech was very slow. He was deliberately stalling for time.
Although Yan Zheng's two students were very skilled, they didn't know much about certain things. Therefore, they replied without thinking, giving Director Wu some buffer time.
"Fifty? Today is the first day of the competition. There aren't that many manuscripts. Let me think of a way!”
When Director Wu heard that he wanted fifty servings, he began to weigh the pros and cons. It wasn't that he didn't have 50 portions, but he still needed a few minutes.
"It's okay. If you don't have 50 sets, give us 30 sets first. We'll come back in the afternoon to get it!”
Snowy felt that it was a little difficult for him, and what he said made sense, so she spoke up.
"How can that do? Since Elder Yan wants 50 sets, I have to give him 50 sets. Otherwise, it's because I'm not doing my job well!”
When Director Wu heard Snowy's words, he immediately put on a serious face. After saying that, he immediately shouted at the staff behind him.
"Arrange fifty manuscripts for me. Hurry up, I want to give them to Elder Yan!”
After saying this, Elder Yan's two disciples felt a sense of pride. He didn't expect his teacher to be so prestigious that even the government attached so much importance to him.
However, these two people did not know that they had been sold by others and were still helping them count money.
Five minutes later, Director Wu received a reply from the staff behind him. The fifty manuscripts had been sorted out and given to the two of them.
After receiving the manuscript, Yan Zheng thanked the two students and went upstairs.
"Phew! Looks like I have to speed up!"
Director Wu watched the two students leave and could not help but gasp. Then, he began to pay attention to this problem. Otherwise, what if he wanted the script tomorrow and the day after tomorrow? He couldn't possibly cram at the last minute every time, right?
.....
"Why is it so slow?"
Seeing that his students had returned, Yan Zheng said in a dignified manner. He loved and hated these two disciples.
He loved them because they were smart, but he hated them because they were no different from others in certain aspects.
"Teacher, you're not slow anymore. Many of the judges 'students were lining up there. We still got the manuscript from Director Wu. It's not like you don't know where so many scripts came from on the first day of the competition!”
After Snowy closed the door, she couldn't help but complain. Elder Yan was no different from his own grandfather, so he was a little braver.
"Hmph, only you know how to talk! Alright, let's start watching!"
Yan Zheng definitely wouldn't argue with his beloved disciple, so he immediately changed the topic and started writing.
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One minute…
Two minutes…
Three minutes…
Ten minutes…
.....
One hour…
Two hours…
Yan Zheng was still reading his script when it was close to noon. However, his expression had completely changed.
The reason why he changed his expression was because the manuscripts he read were all written by a group of people who did not understand literature at all.
In the manuscript, there were some painless moans and random things. Everyone thought they were talented, but in fact, they were all trash.
"Teacher, it's time for lunch. Don't be angry. Isn't this only the first day?”
Seeing that his teacher was angry, the male disciple immediately winked at Snowy. Usually, when the teacher was angry, Snowy would go and coax her.
"It's not that I want to be angry.。This... This... What the hell is this!"
When Yan Zheng heard his disciple's words of persuasion, he was so angry that he couldn't help but get angry.
"Alright, Master Yan, let's go eat!!”
Snowy saw that her master's tone had changed and immediately pulled him to eat. Every time he was angry, Snowy would change the topic like this.
"Yes, let's eat."
Yan Zheng took a few deep breaths and prepared to go out for dinner. However, when he went out, he was still holding a manuscript.
"Hey, go out?"
Yan Zheng was a workaholic. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so annoying and had to participate in the assessment of this competition.
When he was about to walk out, his old hand happened to be holding the last manuscript on his table. When he saw the name of the manuscript, he could not help but be attracted.
"Teacher Yan, don't be distracted when you walk. This is what you taught me. Let's wait and see when we get to the place to eat!”
Snowy was "angry" and accused sternly, puffing her cheeks.
"This is…Isn't this... Alright, alright, alright, I'll listen to you!"
Yan Zheng wanted to argue, but he remembered that he had said that because he blamed them for playing with their phones while walking. If he did it now, he would lose his prestige in the future. For this reason, he would rather hold back the urge to read this article in his heart and be a role model for others.
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