"Do you still remember the person who looks like? What should I do if I find it later?"

On the wide walkway that hurried to the central conference room, Assistant Tang turned his head to look at Yang Yi. Although judging from the description of the boy, the other party was likely to be a reporter, he could not expose the matter so easily just because of the person and the public opinion control represented by the organization behind him. Of course, the final result depends on whether the other party knows Yang Yi's identity. If he dares to do this after knowing it, then even if he is a editor who is unwilling to cause too many things, he has to say "Zhu Li Jue". Of course, this possibility is very small.

"Remember, of course, remember, as for how to deal with it, it's better to find someone before you talk about it." Yang Yi waved his hand and didn't care too much about this matter. To put it bluntly, other senior officials or leaders of Zhendan University would think that this was a matter of destroying the school's image and causing trouble for the new concept composition competition, but Yang Yi, the real victim, actually didn't care too much about this matter.

Although the boy did deceive him, Yang Yi always felt that the whole process looked like a prank by the man, and the facts did not cause any actual losses to him. Although he was misunderstood by two student union members once and was almost used by the school security guards, this kind of thing was like a dessert after meals, and it was almost useless compared to the intrigue in the mall.

Could it be that it happened in universities that there are a few more ridiculous things that are not in society?

"Then it's okay, but if it's a reporter sent by a media, it's still necessary to deal with it." Assistant Tang expressed his meaning. Although he felt it was inexplicable, if it was a reporter, there would naturally be admission documents distributed by the organizer, and there would be no need to use such almost rogue methods. The media that were not invited would definitely not be interested in this type of report. It's not Clinton's zipper door, so how could so many reporters rush up one after another?

But if it weren't for the reporter, Assistant Tang couldn't figure out who else, and what motive he was doing, would have half cheated and robbed Yang Yi's invitation letter. It was like an unsolved puzzle, making people's head swell.

"But I say, what's going on with Zhendan University? The Deputy Mayor of the Magic City, the Higher Education Department of the Ministry of Education, the International Cooperation and Exchange Department, and the Work Department of the directly affiliated universities. Although the administrative level is not higher than that of the President of the Zhenda University, one is a local supervisor, and the other several are all localities under the central government. The school has not paid much attention to the reception. Although the two students just now were both formal wear. But I remember that in similar activities, they were all girls with outstanding appearances. At least they had to have a cheongsam to be considered as not to lose their share, right? It's better that the whole man and woman are the student union checking the student's discipline?" Yang Yi thought of this. He couldn't help but ask a few more questions. It was not that he had any opinions about the two student union members, but that he felt that the Zhenda did not pay attention to the activity.

But if you don’t pay attention to it, even the principal is here to accompany you.

"Haha. I know this. It seems that the department of foreign languages ​​and other departments in the business administration also issued a notice. Many volunteers and welcome students were selected, but in the end, our editor-in-chief said that the competition was aimed at high school students, not for the entire society, so don't be so adult." Assistant Tang shook his head and laughed, explaining to Yang Yi.

So Assistant Tang nodded, looked at Yang Yi secretly, and agreed to "Brother, I've been hurt by you" and turned around and went out: "I'll tell the teacher on duty and ask him to arrange two more security guards in so as not to have any accidents."

Assistant Tang had just left, and had been standing by the rostrum and chatting about something. Then he walked over to Zhao Changtian and Yang Yi. Of course, there were already many people in the venue, and there were even two groups of people sitting on the rostrum, saying something about socializing with a smile. Therefore, the people who came over were not all the people on the rostrum, so they did not attract much attention.

The one who walked in front was the dean of the Zhenda Wenhua Academy, and behind were several officials from the Ministry of Education. According to Zhao Changtian's instructions, the one in the middle was Hou Siwei, deputy director of the Higher Education Department. Although there was also a director Zhou Shuyuan next to him, the work of the two departments was different, and the other was that although the former was Zhao Changtian's friend, he was only about forty years and had room for progress, while the latter was almost just waiting for retirement.

Of course, the distance between the two directors is not very large, and there is almost no distinction between them.

Everyone came to the front. Zhao Changtian also brought Yang Yi to meet him. The editor-in-chief of Mengya magazine naturally did not need to say anything to the other party. With a sentence of "Old Hou", he directly launched Yang Yi: "This is Yang Yi I told you. Now he is one of the chairman of Yangyi Culture in the Magic City, and the initiator and only sponsor of our New Concept Composition Competition. If it weren't for him to help, how could we rely on our Mengya to provide food, clothing, housing and transportation to more than 300 students?"

"Okay, Lao Zhao, don't cry in front of us insiders. Just rely on you to sprout, don't talk about the food, clothing, housing and transportation of more than 300 students. Even if you add 300 more, I think you can do it yourself." Zhao Changtian's old friend and deputy director Hou Siwei seemed like a straightforward person. He immediately blocked his old friend's words: "I still want to lie to me? I remember that your magazine sales in May should be 370,000 copies, right? No money? Humph!"

The last mocking ending sound suddenly aroused the laughter of the crowd. The Director Hou Siwei glanced at Zhao Changtian with a smug look, then turned his head and stretched out his hand at Yang Yi: "Yang...What do you think I call you? Yang Yi, you have already left the school gate and entered society again. Mr. Yang, it always feels wrong. Mr. Yang, are you that old? "

This is a funny person.

Yang Yi's first impression of Hou Siwei was that after pretending to be a pure and kind smile and met a group of senior executives of the Ministry of Education, he looked a little embarrassed: "Just call Xiao Yang, I'm not old at all, and I hope you all uncles and uncles will give me more advice in the future. You just call me Xiao Yang, so I can lick my face and come to disturb me in the future."

"Haha, then we are not polite. We have an extra friend who is smart and capable, and who has won the International Literature Award. It's not bad." Hou Siwei laughed together. It seemed that the title Yang Yi chose for him was quite satisfying.

Indeed, Yang Yi achieved achievements at a young age that most adults could not achieve, and his literary talent was unquestionable. Even the famous foreign literature awards could not ignore this young man.

But in the official position of China, such achievements will never be truly taken seriously by the senior management, and even let Hou Siwei make a choice. He would rather point to a 27-year-old local real-power department-level cadre and clearly stated that this young cadre has a brighter future than Yang Yi.

This is the reality that Yang Yi has to face.
Chapter completed!