When Wang Jianming left, Lu Qin saw that her husband was still sitting on the sofa and pondered, and couldn't help but say, "Old News, this matter is worth your effort? Isn't it just a matter of one sentence? If you can do it, just forget it if you can't."

"No, I'm not thinking about this, I'm thinking about Sha Zhengyang." Wen Yizhen shook his head and raised his eyes.

"Jianming said that Sha Zhengyang was simple-minded and ignorant, and he encountered a broken heart again. I thought so, well, he did not perform well during his time as secretary to Cao Qingtai, but it seemed that the blows of the broken heart and the transfer of Cao Qingtai made him wake up and cheer him up. It was not simple."

Lu Qin was a little surprised and sat down on the sofa next to her, "Why do you think so? Isn't it said that Sha Zhengyang only has the reputation of a graduate of a key university?"

"Maybe it was, but yesterday's performance changed a little. Why would I not let him go to the west entrance?" Wen Yizhen said slowly: "Do you know what I saw when I went to the municipal party committee yesterday?"

"What did you see?" Lu Qin asked in confusion.

"When I saw him visiting Cao Qingtai, Cao Qingtai even sent him out, and he looked very satisfied." Wen Yizhen said word by word.

"Ah? Didn't it mean that Cao Qingtai was very dissatisfied with him?" Lu Qin was still very informed in working in the United Front Work Department of the County Party Committee, especially since she was still a classmate of her nephew, and perhaps a competitor.

"Yes, but I saw Cao Qingtai sending him out, looking very intimate, not like he was just a polite person. It was a bit surprising. It gave people the feeling that he suddenly woke up, which would be amazing." Wen Yizhen shook his head.

"Besides, in Jianming and others, Sha Zhengyang's diploma is stronger than Jianming. If he really wants to be promoted in the future, a slight difference may allow the leader to make another choice. Jianming is not mature and has never suffered any losses. Maybe Sha Zhengyang's trip to the countryside will become his opportunity to temper himself, so..."

Luqin understood what her husband meant. Since that was the case, she would let her nephew stand out as soon as possible and take the lead while Sha Zhengyang went to the countryside and take the lead.

"Now the senior officials of the 'Four Modernizations' are very up-to-date. Needless to say, revolutionization is becoming more youthful, knowledgeable and professional. I guess this wind will gradually blow down, and college students like Jianming and Sha Zhengyang can catch up with this good situation. Maybe there will be a chance in one or two years, so this foundation must be laid first." Wen Yizhen added with an unsatisfactory sentence.

Just when Wang Jianming and Wen Yizhen discussed Sha Zhengyang's affairs, Sha Zhengyang did not think so much.

In his opinion, Cao Qingtai and Gao Jinzhong both agreed to himself that the matter of changing the township did not violate the principles. It can be said that it was a matter of being able to win. Even if Wang Jianming couldn't help, it should not be a problem.

When he arrived in Xishui, he had an impression that Sang Qianwei needed a good writer's pen, and he was still a little confident in this regard.

Especially after all, he has been a secretary for Cao Qingtai for so long, and he has many years of memory as the deputy secretary-general of the municipal party committee and deputy director of the municipal party committee office, which is not a matter at all.

Now he is more concerned that his writing skills cannot become instant combat power, or instantly transformed into valuable things, such as money.

"Zhengyang, are you crazy about money? Even if the county magistrate is transferred and your future is no brighter, you won't have a sudden idea. Take this completely unreliable path, right?"

Feng Zicai lay in a angrily on the bed in the single dormitory of the school teacher, ignoring Sha Zhengyang's suggestions at all.

"Unreliable? Talented man, are you so unconfidence and confidence? Where did you get the spirit of Wanhuhou in high school and college?"

Sha Zhengyang also knew that this guy was afraid that he was not good at his abilities. After all, he had never been in this industry and felt uneasy, so he had to encourage him.

"You have read at least several books written by Shemillie? Putting aside the so-called understanding of the situation in Hong Kong and Macau, do you think these plot designs and sentence making are really unattainable?"

Feng Zicai grinned, "Zhengyang, this is not a matter of plot design and writing style. I have never written such things before. I am afraid that writing one or two plot stories is OK, but this requires a book, how many plots do it consist of?"

"Also, I think you're too simple. Even if we can do it, where can you find someone to publish it? How famous is Shemillie? How could someone publish it for you with an unknown character like us?"

"Haha, I don't think these questions you mentioned are any problems."

Sha Zhengyang knew that this guy was not actually uninterested, but unconfidence. If he wanted to dispel his concerns, he had to analyze it for him.

"It's so easy to say, lighting a lamp grass is so simple, why don't you do it yourself?"

Feng Zicai curled his lips and said that he was not moved at all. That was a lie, but he really didn't have much confidence to write such things.

"Then I'll analyze it for you?" Sha Zhengyang sat on the desk beside the bed.

This is also an old-fashioned office desk like in my dormitory. The desktop is dyed black and red with ink, and it looks very ugly.

A book called "The Missing Woman" by Nishimura, as well as two or three volumes such as "Love and Law" and "Legendary Story" can be seen as illegal publications on street stalls.

The pattern on the cover is either a woman with a bloody corpse, a black star gun and a grenade, or a stout man in "The First Blood".

This is probably the greatest pleasure of Feng Zicai's spare time.

In addition to going to the video hall in the county town to watch videos, or renting a bookstore to read martial arts novels, but in recent years, this guy has lost interest in martial arts novels. Apart from the collection of several novels by Jin Yong and Gu Long, he no longer had the fanaticism of high school.

"Tell me, I'll listen." Feng Zicai seemed not interested, but in fact he had already raised his ears.

"You have been reading these novels since junior high school, including martial arts, underworld, case investigation, murder and suspense, and you have read thousands of books, right?" Sha Zhengyang said with a smile.

Feng Zicai was a little embarrassed. He could hear the teasing meaning in Sha Zhengyang's words and said unconvincedly: "This is my hobby, I like this type of thing, why?"

"Not bad. I just want to say that even if there are similar plots, you have to leave some impressive things in your head, right?"

"Have you noticed that these novels or magazines have many similar plots and details. Many places are actually just changing the details, which can make people refreshing, so I think you have no problem in plot weaving."

"What else?" Feng Zicai thought about it, but did not deny Sha Zhengyang's statement.

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Chapter completed!