Ma Feng sat at the desk in the security room, crossed his hands, looked at Mao Jianghe, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Are you sure Zhong Yue didn't receive an invitation from Xiling?"

"Of course. ”

Mao Jianghe looked at the security guard on the side and asked, "You ask him." ”

Ma Feng looked up at the somewhat nervous security guard.

"Director Ma, that person does have an invitation letter and a pass. ”

"Did you read the name on the invitation?"

The security guard hesitated for a moment and said: "President Shao has explained that because the invited VIPs may send representatives over, they did not verify the names on the invitation letter and the identities of the guests, but strictly required one certificate and one person. ”

Ma Feng frowned and said, "Maybe it's an invitation he got from another channel." Alright, you can go over first. Ma Feng nodded to the table and pointed to the security captain, "I took the people." ”

"Yes, Director Ma. ”

Mao Jianghe shook his suit, and glanced at the five big and three thick security captains with a commanding eye, "Pay attention next time." ”

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Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The opening ceremony of the Xiling Summit officially kicked off.

Because this is a big event, and many leaders attended the meeting, a special opening performance was also held. Under classical music, several old men wearing Tai Chi costumes splashed ink on the scene.

"Sincerity is open. The eight big characters were sprinkled with gold dust before the ink was dry, and when they were raised, they shone brightly, winning the applause of those present.

The conference was presided over by Executive President Ji Bochang and introduced the guests. Among them, many members of Xiling, Zhong Yue heard of it for the first time, and of course, several masters who were like thunder also arrived at the venue this time. This time, not only the members of the Xiling Printing Society, but also the schools of governance and India from all over the country, such as the New Zhejiang School, the Anhui School, the Yangzhou School, the Wu School, the Min School, the Cantonese School, etc., the School of Printing is not only a few, there are dozens or hundreds of schools in the whole of China, some of which can only be found in the literature, and it is difficult to have a successor in reality, and some are included in the word "so on", such as Zhao Zhimin, who is playing with entertainment on the side...... To Zhong Yue's surprise, there was actually a deputy leader of the cultural center who came to the summit, which is probably the greatest affirmation and encouragement for the "No. 1 Society in the World".

Of course, in addition to the leaders and representatives of the printing world, there are also editors-in-chief of several literary newspapers in China, who also came to celebrate this time. In the next speech, the deputy leader named Zhang Kangshan delivered the first speech. The content of the speech is roughly to congratulate Xiling on its ups and downs for a hundred years, and for its indelible achievements in the printing world.

"Finally, I hope that this Xiling Summit can bring different vitality to the Chinese printing world, so that our cultural center can have a good preview direction for the inheritance and development of Chinese printing studies. ”

The speech was not very long, and it ended quickly, winning the applause of those below. Zhong Yue also applauded, not because of how colorful the content of Leader Zhang's speech was, but because he was used to listening to lengthy speeches in college, and suddenly felt that Leader Zhang's concise and concise speech, Zhong Yue immediately felt very good, at least it didn't make him doze off.

Shao Shouyun, as the president of the Xiling Printing Society, gave a speech for ten minutes, which is reasonable, after all, such a large Printing Society with profound cultural heritage, casually talk about some historical masters, talk about deeds, and then talk about future development, etc., ten minutes, it is already very compact.

But then, Zhong Yue felt that something terrible was coming.

The representative of the new Zhejiang faction, an old gentleman named Zhao Xiangnan, made a speech on the theme of "Governing the Five People of the Heavens". Listening to the title is a gimmick, but listening to it, Zhong Yue feels that it has changed its taste, it seems that this old gentleman is not learning about printing, but talking about how hard he works and how conscientious he is, and he has become a boastful manuscript. Even if it is not enough, the speech, which was originally limited to eight minutes, actually passed more than 20 minutes in the old gentleman's trembling reading of the script.

When Mr. Zhao stepped down, there was some applause from the venue, and he reluctantly bid farewell to the oldest master of the New Zhejiang School.

The Yangzhou faction who spoke below is also a very old man, and it seems that in this kind of printing event, age and seniority have become the only criterion for measurement. What he talked about is also a sleepy theme - "The Relationship between Yinxue and Taoist Philosophy". Although Zhong Yue cannot deny that there is indeed a close connection between this, but at such a grand event of the printing world, is it necessary to talk about these things that can be nonsense for three days and three nights?

As it turned out, the old gentleman was still confused after reading more than 20 pages of the manuscript, and he couldn't understand what he wanted to say. This is often the biggest drawback of academic forums, talking about some substantive things for fear of being questioned, talking about some exposed issues, for fear of being misunderstood, and in the end, you can only pull out some things that people don't understand to perfunctory.

I don't know who started such a routine speech, all in all, it was like a lullaby, making Zhong Yue yawn again and again. Zhao Zhimin still has something to do, he already knew how boring this kind of academic forum is, prepared a power bank, and played more than ten levels of entertainment there.

It seems that Zhao Zhimin was right before, relying on these people to help organize the East China Youth Calligraphy and Painting Alliance is completely a dream. Zhong Yue looked at the speech arrangement that Qiu Wenzhen helped him prepare, eight minutes was indeed enough for Zhong Yue to play.

Next, I would like to invite Mr. Mao Jianghe, the representative of the Anhui faction, the new generation of Indian scholars, to deliver a speech. ”

Under the devastation of a group of old men, Zhong Yue, who was about to fall asleep, finally heard a slightly familiar name, but he was a little surprised, I didn't expect that the Anhui School of Printing would actually recommend Mao Jianghe to speak, is there no successor? Impossible, that day in the Dragon Palace Club, He Xu and several other old-school Indian scholars were obviously much higher than Mao Jianghe.

It's just that this new generation, Zhong Yue feels a little awkward. With a square face like Mao Jianghe, with a red and greasy face, can he be regarded as a new generation?

This is a misunderstanding of the vigor of young people.

Zhao Zhimin also looked up at the stage from the game, with a hint of envy in his eyes, and then continued to bury his head in the game.

"Vice Leader Zhang, President Shao, all the seniors of the Yin Altar, hello everyone. Mao Jianghe, I am very honored to attend and deliver this speech on behalf of the Anhui School of Printing, and the speech I brought is a combination of the content of our Anhui School of Printing Studies, and the title is "The Centennial Development History of Anhui School of Printing". ”

“……”

Zhong Yue almost wanted to curse when he heard this question. A hundred years of development history? My God, is it your Mao River that has floated or is it that I Zhong Yue can't lift the knife? Let's not talk about whether you are interested in understanding, even if you are interested, now that information is so developed, such a summit of Indian studies, the opening ceremony of the major schools of Indian studies gave speeches, you actually waste so many people's time, talking about such a boring topic, it is simply the most rubbish. Although the old men in front of him are boring, they are at least a bit of a margin, and such a manuscript of reading historical development, Zhong Yue really wants to can't help but complain.

"Next, please invite the first knife of the Zhejiang faction, the honorary president of Xiling, Qiu Wenzhen and Qiu Lao to give a speech!" I don't know how long Mao Jianghe's speech lasted, anyway, Zhong Yue looked down at his mobile phone, and when he heard the name Qiu Wenzhen, the venue that had tended to be quiet became a little commotion.

"Qiu Wenzhen is also here?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of him coming. ”

"It's really rare that Qiu Lao is willing to attend. ”

"It seems that Qiu Lao still gives face to the late Qi Lao. ”

Zhong Yue stood up and walked towards the stage. The people around looked at such a young man walking up, and they were stunned for a moment, even Mao Jianghe, who had just returned to his position, didn't have time to sit down, looking at Zhong Yue's silhouette, and became more and more confused.

Ji Bochang, who was standing on the stage, had been staring at Zhong Yue before, and the matter of the East China Youth Calligraphy and Painting Alliance mentioned a few years ago was put on hold, he thought that Zhong Yue would not come this time, but when he saw this young face at the venue, he was still vigilant.

"Please come to the stage to give a speech, and those who are not related to please respect themselves!"

Zhong Yue took these somewhat warning words as a deaf ear, and walked up the stage step by step from the side steps.

"This ...... Is this an old man?"

An old man in the audience took out his reading glasses, "My God, when did Wen Zhen look so young?"

"This is not an old man. ”

Qian Yunyao looked at Zhong Yue who walked up to the stage, frowned, and muttered to himself, "How did you choose such an opportunity?"

Zhong Yue walked to Ji Bochang's side and stood still.

"Please hate the old ......"

Ji Bochang didn't want to mess up this summit, although he didn't know what Zhong Yue was doing when he came up, but as long as Qiu Wenzhen came forward, he could take this annoying guy off the stage by the way, no matter what he came up for, but Qiu Lao, who had already agreed on the phone, why did he disappear at this time?

"No need to look for it. I am the representative entrusted by Qiu Lao. ”

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