The people in the office were quiet for a while.

After a long time, Lin Miao sighed and said as if asking himself: "Alas, did the rescue fail......

Ding Shaoyi snorted out laughing, pulled Lin Miao to his side, wrapped his arms lightly, just like hugging his own child, and comforted with a smile: "That's right, it's very good to rescue, so you can pull out so many crooked reasons." ”

Lin Miao said regretfully: "Actually, I can be more beautiful, this time I didn't play well, I didn't prepare enough, and the time was too hasty." ”

Liang Shuyou looked at the situation a little flustered, and asked in a daze, "What's going on?"

Ding Shaoyi suddenly raised his head and asked Liang Shuyou, "Old Liang, haven't you heard that rumor at all?"

"What rumors?" Liang Shuyou asked Ding Shaoyi rhetorically.

Ding Shaoyi turned her head and pointed her chin at Lin Guorong.

Lin Guorong was a little embarrassed, took a step forward, pulled over a chair, and sat down first.

Liang Shuyou frowned, and said to Ding Shaoyi in a deep voice: "Shaoyi, don't sell Guanzi, I've been very busy lately, and I don't have time to listen to any rumors, so just say it." ”

"I said it's okay, I'm afraid I'm afraid that you won't accept it. Ding Shaoyi smiled.

Liang Shuyou replied confidently: "What else can't I accept now? I've been engaged in journalism for decades, and what else have I not seen?"

"So confident, right? Okay, just tell you this big secret to Director Liang!" Ding Shaoyi agreed first, and then lowered her head to ask Lin Miao's opinion, "Miao Miao, can Auntie tell the truth?"

Lin Miao said: "Say it, say it, if you don't say it, you won't be able to pass this level......

Ding Shaoyi turned his head and asked Lao Lin again: "Section Chief Lin also has no opinion, right?"

"Just say, I'll go out and smoke a cigarette first. Rao is Lao Lin has been shameless for a long time, but when it came to the scene to dismantle the stage, he finally couldn't hold it back, ran away, and hurriedly left the office.

With a click, the door of the office was closed by Lao Lin.

There were only three people left in the room, and Ding Shaoyi said to Liang Shuyou slowly: "Old Liang, in fact, the book "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" was not written by Lin Guorong, the real author is this child. ”

Liang Shuyou's eyes straightened all of a sudden, he looked at Lin Miao with a shocked expression, and said, "You say it again?"

Ding Shaoyi showed a triumphant smile and said: "I thought you had heard about it a long time ago, but in fact, it is not a big secret that Miao Miao ghostwrote for his father, and last month, we had a very lively internal rumor, but no one believed it......

"Nonsense! How can you believe this? No one can believe it!" Liang Shuyou was so excited that he even came out with the northeast accent of his hometown, "How can such a young child write that kind of thing? And ghostwriting for his father? What's the matter? Isn't this a fake? Isn't it a? Can't you wait a few years to send it out? What's the hurry? Now that the social influence is up, oh, you tell me now, there is a fake, wrote a good book, and was praised by readers all over the country. TV invited him in turn, and even the Provincial Writers' Association invited him to join the association, but it turned out that his son did it, but his son is only 7 years old this year, is this a myth or a joke?"

Lao Liang obviously almost believed it, the blessing of Torin Guorong's various low-level mistakes, he accepted the facts quickly, and as he spoke, he shook out all the most critical issues, and his brain was no slower than Ding Shaoyi, who had been in contact with this matter for a long time, and the deputy director of the municipal TV station really did not give it in vain.

Ding Shaoyi saw Liang Shuyou running away, couldn't help sighing, and said: "There's no way, I mainly read such a book of good quality, besides, I didn't expect the book to sell so well at first, and the child and his father just want to get some manuscript fees to improve their lives, it doesn't matter who signs it, you see that this matter is willing to fight and suffer......

"It's okay, it's okay, it's too late to say anything. Liang Shuyou looked unhappy, he turned his back to the two people, knocked his index finger on the desk for a long time, and suddenly turned around and said, "Fortunately, there are a lot of people invited today, let's not talk about any broken literature today, the theme is changed to family education, talk about how prodigies are cultivated." Shaoyi, I don't think I've heard what you told me today, and I never knew that Lin Guorong was still the same writer Lin Guorong in my place, but this was the last time he entered our station, I don't care about your publishing house and their father and son, anyway, Lin Guorong's scene must not be debunked in our station. ”

"Don't worry, I've got it. Ding Shaoyi nodded and smiled, it won't cause you to have an accident on the show.

"It's already tired!" Liang Shuyou shouted with a little excitement, then raised his hand to look at his watch, ......and said with an anxious face, "For today's recording, we have been preparing for a week, and now it will start at 9 o'clock, how do you ask me to change the script?"

Ding Shaoyi was surprised: "There are still guests and audiences?"

"That's it, don't you look at today's lineup? The popular writer plus his prodigy son, I've searched all over the country, and I can't find a few pairs of such fathers and sons!" Liang Shuyou's voice unconsciously became louder, and then he said hatefully, "Forget it, forget it, I have to go to the firefighters quickly, you should also hurry up and put on makeup in the dressing room, and the machine will be turned on in a while." ”

Liang Shuyou said, and hurriedly went out.

Walking out of the door, he glanced at Lao Lin who was smoking outside, Lao Lin smiled, Lao Liang nodded, said in a deep voice with a dark face, and even changed his title: "Section Chief Lin, you hurry up and prepare with the child, the machine will be turned on in a few minutes." ”

"Good. Lao Lin screwed the cigarette butt on the handrail by the window,

Liang Shuyou frowned when he saw it, and shouted frantically in his heart: Lao Tzu has hit his eyes! Lao Tzu is blind!

Lin Guorong smoked half a cigarette, and his mood relaxed a lot, although it is really embarrassing to be exposed, but it is not completely unacceptable to die indirectly at the hands of his own son.

Lao Lin walked back to the door of Liang Shuyou's office, pushed the door in, and heard Ding Shaoyi asking Lin Miao: "Miao Miao, when will your article be written?

"What are you writing again?" Lao Lin squeezed out a smile that pretended to be calm.

Ding Shaoyi looked up at Lao Lin and replied: "Didn't I sign up my child for the National Essay Contest for Primary School Students? There is a reply from the capital, asking me to quickly send the manuscript to be reviewed first, and the shortlisted essays must be listed in the essay selection, if not, I will write again, anyway, until I write enough to win the award." ”

"That's it...... Even if the matter of winning the award is decided, right?" Lao Lin was a little stunned.

Ding Shaoyi affirmed: "Yes, at least the third prize in the country, the chairman of the presidium of the competition judges is a senior brother of mine when I was in college, and our relationship is okay." ”

"Oh......" Lao Lin nodded, there was nothing strange about this kind of dark box operation, but he was a little dizzy by the signboard of "National Third Prize". Speaking of the "Third Prize of National Primary School Students' Composition" and the "First Prize of Dongou Primary School Students' Olympiad Mathematics Competition", which one is heavier?

Lao Lin was dizzy by this good thing given away for nothing, Ding Shaoyi's tone changed slightly, and said seriously: "Lao Lin, I think what Lao Liang just said is quite right, our cooperation should almost be closed, otherwise it will be difficult to clean up in the future." "Small Courtyard Miscellaneous" I estimate that it can sell seven or eight hundred thousand copies in the country, 2 cents for a book, you can get a commission, even if you deduct taxes, there are more than 100,000 yuan, which is enough to buy a house. You've joined the Writers' Association, you've got the money, you've earned your fame, and you've almost got ......."

Lao Lin's face was a little swollen when he heard this, but in the face of this kind of big right and wrong, he was still reasonable, nodded slightly, and said, "You can do it, I will definitely cooperate with you." ”

"What about "Hair and Hair"?" Lin Miao said, "I've written most of it!

"What eunuch?" Ding Shaoyi looked puzzled.

Lin Miao explained: "It's halfway through the writing, and there is no more below." ”

Ding Shaoyi was stunned for a while, then laughed, and the haze in her heart was dispelled at once.

She thought about it, looked at Lin Guorong again, and finally made up her mind, and said: "That's okay, if you finish writing first, it will be your father's sealed pen!"

Lin Miao snorted, and said in her heart, I know that you are reluctant to let my father's signboard be so hastily taken away. The publishing house has finally come up with a celebrity, even if it is forced to cut it in half, it must squeeze out the surplus value again before cutting it in half! Otherwise, how can we be sorry for the hundreds of thousands of readers across the country who are waiting to be fed, as well as those people in their pockets who are scrambling to jump out of the renminbi?