Although Fang Aiguo's face was calm, he was actually full of apprehension in his heart.

He, a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Writers' Association, is really confused.

As the saying goes, his family knows his own affairs, although his "Jingde Lamp" sells quite well, but it is only good, and it is far from being a big hit.

As for himself, now he can only be said to be well-known in the literary circle of Central Plains Province, and it stands to reason that it will not be his turn to become a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Writers' Association.

At that time, he took the letter of appointment, and after returning to the hotel, he realized that he co-authored because he had a good son.

Fang Chen suddenly laughed and waved his hand, "It's okay, you can just be a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Writers' Association, your son can still cover this matter." ”

Needless to say, this must be the province courting him.

It can be inferred from this time that it was probably after Secretary Guo of Lingnan attended the dinner with him.

I was afraid that he would be completely pulled over by Lingnan, and the province would be a little unable to sit still, so this trick came.

But I don't know, whether this is socialism with characteristics.

But it doesn't matter, it's just a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Writers' Association, since the province gives it, then take it, if you don't take it, the province may think that he really has other thoughts, after all, since the matter of the five thousand apprentices, Qingtian Communications has not made any big moves.

"If you don't think it's appropriate, I'll return this letter of appointment to the Writers' Association. Fang Aiguo said seriously.

To tell the truth, he just got this appointment certificate, and he is indeed very happy, he has not even been the editor-in-chief of a factory newspaper for most of his life, and now he suddenly became a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Writers Association.

But now that I think about it, it doesn't seem necessary, he just likes to write something, whether someone likes to read it, or whether he appreciates himself or not, it doesn't matter, anyway, with Fang Chen, the richest man's son, it is absolutely okay to have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime.

As for saying that this official is inappropriate, it doesn't matter, just don't affect Fang Chen.

"It's okay, it's really a small thing, you can just go on steadily. Fang Chen smiled again and waved his hand.

He felt that it was better not to embarrass the people in the province.

As soon as a person becomes famous, all kinds of messy honors will come to his face.

Just like Lao Ma, in addition to the five honorary doctorates, there are more than 50 titles such as consultant of the School of Economics and Management of Mizuki University, assistant secretary-general of the United Nations, e-commerce consultant of Indonesia, digital economy consultant of Malaysia, chairman of the board of directors of the Global Internet Governance Alliance, special economic food adviser to former British Prime Minister Cameron, chairman of the Chinese Entrepreneur Club, etc.

Li Yanhong is also the vice president of the Chinese Civil Chamber of Commerce, the vice chairman of the All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce, and the vice chairman of the Yanjing Association for Science and Technology.

In addition to being the honorary dean of his alma mater, Liu Chuanzhi is also the co-chairman of the Global CEO Development Conference.

Speaking of the gangsters in his previous life, Ma Huateng had the least title, but he also served as the vice chairman of the Youth Federation and the vice president of the China Federation of Network Social Organizations.

Speaking of which, with so many messy titles, affairs, can these people keep busy?

Most of the positions are not qualified, and there are probably not many office hours for these titles in a year, and even if there are, there are very few.

Thinking of this, Fang Chen shook his head, this should not be a feature, it should be said that the whole world is like this, it can't be said that Lao Ma's Indonesian, Malaysian, British former prime ministers, and even the titles of the United Nations are also given domestically.

Thinking of this, Fang Chen laughed, it was easy to get a title for Lao Ma and them, but if he wanted to give him a title, it was really too difficult, not that the achievements were not enough, the main thing was the age.

He is only seventeen this year, and he has the identity of a high school student, which university wants to give him the title of honorary doctorate, which must make people laugh crazy, and even the chairman of any chamber of commerce is unreliable.

Therefore, Fang Chen estimated that the provincial policy research office, or the think tanks of the provincial leaders, were about to burn to death, so it was not easy to think of giving his father the title of a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Writers' Association, in order to show favor to him.

However, my own father responded in such a daze, and it was funny enough to wake up when he came back to his senses.

But my own father, it seems, as if, has always been like this.

No problem.

Hearing Fang Chen say this, Fang Aiguo's heart gradually returned to his stomach, thought about it for a while, and then said with some embarrassment: "It was just established two years ago, and the Provincial Prose Literature Association now invites me to be the vice president, can I also agree?"

There's another one?

Fang Chen really felt sorry for the think tanks in the province, this was definitely painstaking.

However, if there are more lice, it is not itchy, and if there are more debts, there is no worry, a sheep is driven, and a group of sheep is also driven, it doesn't matter.

But since he can think of it, ask himself first, he didn't agree in a daze like the Standing Committee of the Provincial Writers' Association, Fang Chen felt that this was already progress for his own father.

Fang Chen glanced at his own father, and said with a smile: "Promise, as soon as you agree like this, I dare to say that I am the son of a great essayist." ”

When I was a child, my father was the child's dependence, the big tree.

When the child grows up, he will naturally be his father's mountain, and the reincarnation of heaven is nothing more than this, there is nothing wrong with it.

As soon as these words came out, Fang Aiguo was even more embarrassed, "You still wait for me to write a few more articles, and then talk about a big essayist." ”

Although he said that, Fang Chen heard a strong sense of confidence from his own father's mouth.

If you don't have self-confidence, I'm afraid you don't dare to say that you can become a great essayist by writing a few more articles.

Early the next morning, Fang Chen drove the car and took his father and mother to the front village to find the old man for the New Year.

"I don't have your son, you get out of here!"

As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, Fang Chen suddenly heard a burst of shouts from the old man!

The footsteps of the three of them couldn't help but pause, Fang Aiguo and Liu Xiuying looked at each other, and said in unison: "Second child." ”

However, although the words are exactly the same, the tones of the two are completely different, Liu Xiuying's tone reveals a taste of schadenfreude, while Fang Aiguo's is more helpless.

Fang Chen's eyes also showed a hint of disgust.

In his previous life, although his own father had a bad personality, he was wooden, Wenqing, sad, soft-natured, ignorant of the world, and didn't care about housework......

Thinking about it, Fang Chen's face was a little ugly, as if he had said a bit too much, after all, this was also his father.

But no matter what, it's still in the category of normal people.

And his second uncle, he really can't do it, from childhood to adulthood, he doesn't make big things, he keeps making small mistakes, and he doesn't do less things like stealing chickens and dogs.

After going to work, it was three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, and in the end, the factory was forced not to look at the old man's face and was dismissed.

No more than a few years later, now the employees of state-owned enterprises, really worthy of the title of the owner of the enterprise, want to dismiss an ordinary worker, I am afraid that from the workshop research to the branch, and finally to the main factory to make a decision, not to mention not to look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha, the face of the old man is still here and there.

In this way, he can still be dismissed, which shows how his second uncle behaves.

In his previous life, he went south for a few years, although Fang Aijun made some money, but he quickly spent it, and later when he grew up, for the sake of his uncle and nephew, he also helped him wipe his buttocks, but his uncle's life was still very unbearable.

No way, no one can do it.

In fact, he didn't care about these, but he couldn't tolerate it, Fang Aijun sold the ancestral house that his grandparents had worked so hard to build.

He always felt that his grandmother went so early because she was tired when she built the ancestral house.

However, when they met the year before last, he finally knew how he earned money from his second uncle, who had been wandering south for a few years in his previous life, and it turned out that he had packed up the clothes donated from European and American morgues, sorted out and cleaned, used them as new goods, and sold them to China to earn money.

Later, Fang Aijun was regarded as having evil retribution, became addicted to drugs, and died.

When I was celebrating the New Year last year, I was probably afraid that the old man's anger had not disappeared, and Fang Aijun didn't come back for the New Year at all, but today I don't know how to run over.

Fang Chen's expression moved, and a helpless smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, probably because he had heard news about him.

Otherwise, with his understanding of Fang Aijun's temperament, at least in the past three or five years, Fang Aijun would not have gone home for the New Year.

It's just that I pity my sister, I was born with a bad fate, except for the first few years of birth, I haven't had a few days of good life since I grew up.

Thinking of this, Fang Chen's mind moved, according to the time calculation, his sister should have been born.

Fang Chen couldn't help but follow behind Fang Aiguo and Liu Xiuying, and took two quick steps.

As soon as he entered the hall, Fang Chen saw his grandfather stepping on Fang Aijun's back, pressing him to a stool, and the mille-feuille cloth shoes in his hand hit Fang Aijun's ass hard at once.

Fang Aijun was even more tearful and snotty, his face showed a burst of pain, and he didn't know if it was pain or distress.

However, Fang Chen thought that if it was him, he would probably be distressed, a person in his thirties, and he was beaten by the old man like this, and he really couldn't hang his face.

But Fang Chen was suddenly surprised to find that Fang Aijun was so tough this time that he didn't even scream, it was really a hell.

Based on the experience he had gained from five or six observations in his previous life, he had never seen Fang Aijun so tough.

And the second aunt on the side, Zhou Cuifang was so frightened that she didn't dare to go over, so she could only shout: "Dad, don't fight, if you fight again, you will die." ”

Fang Chen took a closer look, and then realized that Zhou Cuifang was holding a baby in her arms, but she didn't know if it was the sister in her previous life.

There's no way, this era has been shattered by him, and there are really a lot of things that have changed.