- Let the storm come harder!"

When Lin Ruofeng's last voice fell, everyone in the interview room was dumbfounded, and it took four or five seconds for everyone to come to their senses. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Is this his article?

It's shocking, this article not only integrates the descriptive nature of prose, but also the expressive characteristics of poetry, what kind of style is this?

Including Song Yang, they are very sure in their hearts that this article is absolutely original, and this style is definitely a new style.

Hearing such an article, and comparing it with "Worry", it is simply the difference between diamonds and shit.

In this way, nine out of ten of Lin Ruofeng's previous evaluations were correct, shouldn't the prose be scattered?

Song Yang's heart had already collapsed, how could this be possible! How could he make such an article? But the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't help but not believe it.

And the man who had been sitting next to him to record was already full of shock and joy at this time.

"Lin Ruofeng, right! I admit that we underestimated you before, your article is very good, I hope you can stay and work in the literary club!"

At this time, the interviewer sitting in the middle stood up and said to Lin Ruofeng.

"Editor-in-Chief He!"

Song Yang, the ugly woman, and the middle-aged man before all shouted in surprise, didn't it make it clear that they were wrong!

"An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy!"

Lin Ruofeng glanced up and raised Haiyan's arrogant head, how could he work with such a group of narrow-minded people who didn't understand literature?

After that, Lin Ruofeng walked out of the interview room, leaving Editor-in-Chief He with a guilty face and Song Yang and others with a look of anger on their faces.

But the man who recorded next to him immediately packed up his books and chased after Lin Ruofeng.

Seeing this, Song Yang immediately shouted: "Editor-in-Chief Zuo, where are you going? Our interview hasn't started yet!"

"I thought, no!"

Editor-in-Chief Zuo's words floated back, making Song Yang's face turn blue, this is all caused by Lin Ruofeng's little ghost, this interview is related to his own fame, and now it's all gone!

In the next interview, several people were listless, and Lin Ruofeng's "Haiyan" was still echoing in their minds.

Of course, Lin Ruofeng didn't know anything, after walking out of the Chaoyang Literature Club, he only knew that the hundredth job search was in vain.

It's not that Lin Ruofeng cares about this job, but he learned from Song Yang that this job was begged for by his father, and if he did it himself, wouldn't it make his father's hard work in vain?

Thinking of his father's encouragement, he cooked for himself early in the morning, for fear that he would delay his job search, Lin Ruofeng felt guilty in his heart.

Get back?

Lin Ruofeng shook his head, he had already offended a narrow-minded person like Song Yang, where would he be in the future, would he still have good fruits to eat?

Moreover, Lin Ruofeng also disdains to work with such a person, just like the sentence "An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy!"

"Well, just go back and tell my dad honestly! I'm sure he'll understand me." ”

So far, Lin Ruofeng can only choose this.

After standing at the door and taking a few deep breaths, Lin Ruofeng pushed the door in.

"Feng'er, why did you come back so early?" Father Lin was a little surprised when he saw Lin Ruofeng.

"I'll be back after the interview!" Lin Ruofeng replied with a smile.

When Dad Lin saw it, there was some worry in his eyes and asked, "How's the work?"

Lin Ruofeng rolled his eyes, pursed his lips, and said about the upcoming interview.

"This Song Yang didn't expect to be such a person. ”

After listening to Lin Ruofeng's words, Dad Lin was obviously very angry. "Feng'er, you're doing the right thing, you can find a job slowly, but you can't be with such a person, do you understand the black who is close to ink?"

Lin Ruofeng nodded heavily, slightly moved in his heart, it seems that his father still understands him.

"Dad, don't worry, I'll look for a job in the afternoon!"

"Take your time, you will always find it!" Dad Lin gently patted Lin Ruofeng's shoulder.

Lin Ruofeng replied softly, and it could be seen from his father's eyes that although he understood himself, he also regretted this opportunity.

"Gotta get a job!"

Lin Ruofeng clenched his fists and shouted in his heart.

Knock knock!

"Excuse me, does Lin Ruofeng live here?"

In front of the door stood a man of twenty-six or seventeen, with short hair, the neckline of a white shirt slightly open, the cuffs of the shirt rolled up to the middle of his arms, revealing wheat-colored skin, deep eyes, a high nose, and sexy lips. There is a leather bag pinned to his waist, which is very delicate, and listening to his tone, he has the feeling of an ancient scholar.

"Feng'er, your friend?" Dad Lin looked at the man and asked.

Lin Ruofeng shook his head.

Seeing this, the man was sure that he was not wrong, and quickly introduced himself with a smile: "Hello, my name is Zuo Yuqing, I am the editor-in-chief of Dawn Literature Society, and this time I want to talk to Lin Ruofeng about work!"

Dad Lin was surprised: "Work? What kind of job? Feng'er, didn't you say that you failed the interview?"

Lin Ruofeng also said that he was confused.

Zuo Yuqing hurriedly explained: "That's the case, uncle, Lin Ruofeng's ability is very good, so I specially came here, hoping that Lin Ruofeng can work in our literary club, our Dawn Literary Club welcomes such talents very much!"

When Dad Lin heard this, he actually came to invite his son to work, and when he was overjoyed, he looked at Zuo Yuqing and became cordial, and hurriedly shouted: "It turned out to be Editor-in-Chief Zuo, please sit down, Feng'er, you have a good talk with Editor-in-Chief Zuo, Dad will cut a pot of tea!"

"Uncle, don't bother!" Zuo Yuqing said with a smile.

"Yes, yes!" Father Lin happily ran into the kitchen, in his opinion, it is more important for his son to find a job than anything else, not to mention that people are still inviting his son to work.

"Lin Ruofeng, hello, I'm Zuo Yuqing. Zuo Yuqing stretched out his hand. "Today, after listening to your explanation of the prose and the article 'Let the storm come more violently', I am very shocked, I sincerely invite you to work in our literary club, as long as you come, I will give you the position of deputy editor-in-chief!"

Lin Ruofeng also stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Editor Zuo is polite, you have come all the way to see sincerity." As you can see, I really need a job right now. ”

Zuo Yuqing said happily: "So, you agreed?"

Lin Ruofeng smiled and nodded. "You can go to work at any time!"

Zuo Yu Qingxi said: "Great! I believe that with you, I can definitely make the Dawn Literature Society shine, don't worry, I won't break my promise to your deputy editor-in-chief!"

Lin Ruofeng shook his head and said, "I can go to work, but the position of deputy editor-in-chief is counted." First, I am a newcomer, whose name is not right, and my qualifications are still shallow. Second, I prefer to be free, and if I sit in the position of deputy editor-in-chief, I will feel very uncomfortable!"

Hearing this, Zuo Yuqing laughed and said, "So I won't be hypocritical, I believe that with your ability, you can definitely be qualified for the position of deputy editor-in-chief, but since you don't like me, I won't force it! But a review and editor position, you can't shirk!"

Lin Ruofeng smiled: "Then I'm not hypocritical!"

Zuo Yuqing laughed and said, "Hahaha, that's the best!"

Lin Ruofeng was in a good mood, finally found a job, and looking at Zuo Yuqing's appearance, he seemed to appreciate himself, otherwise he would not have opened his mouth to the position of deputy editor-in-chief.

Next, Lin Ruofeng talked to Zuo Yuqing about salary and work content.

During this period, Zuo Yuqing's generosity can be said to have surprised Lin Ruofeng, and basically all his requests were agreed.

"I believe in Editor Lin!"

Facing Lin Ruofeng's doubts, Zuo Yuqing replied like this.

Since Lin Ruofeng talked about the prose and the shocking article in the interview, Zuo Yu had already affirmed Lin Ruofeng's ability from his heart early in the morning, not to mention that he had already discovered the problem with the current article, and went to Lin Yi Literature Club to interview Song Yang, also to verify his ideas, but he didn't expect to find the answer in Lin Ruofeng by coincidence.

Lin Ruofeng then thought that Zuo Yuqing was the man who sat next to him and buried his head in the record during his interview.

It's really a blessing to know if it's a blessing!

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