"Oh Mo~"

Sun Zheng's second mother's voice suddenly came in shock. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Isn't that person on the stage Sun Zheng?"

"What? How did Sun Zheng get on the stage...?"

It's good that the other relatives don't look at it, this one is all shocked, don't want it.

"Oh, really..."

"Look at that little black suit, smiling lazy and cheap, who else can he be..."

The melon seeds in Wang Fatzi's mouth were frightened, and his big mouth was like a sloth, constantly opening up slowly, and then a foul word burst out with the melon seed shell that he spit out.

"I'll go—"

"Is this Sun Zheng going to start loading pens again??"

On the side, Su Yuansu hurriedly helped the eye sockets on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of handsome eyes also looked at the stage in surprise, if he remembered correctly, then standing next to Sun Zheng at this moment should be Jin Chenxu, the boss of Vientiane Publishing House, who held this [Qingming Cultural Festival].

"Su Yuan, Su Da writer, you said that you said... Is it true that our Sun Zheng is going up to load pens?"

"Oops! Sun Zheng's second mother, what are you talking about?!'The 'loading pen' is out~"

The second mother's excited mood was a little up and down, and her eyes full of freckles and crow's feet glared at Wang Dahai fiercely. "It's all to blame on this kid for bringing me in..."

"Writer Su, don't be surprised—"

Su Yuan shook his head deeply and said, "No..."

"Writer Su, you say, why did our Sun Zheng run to the stage?"

Second mother, this question is good!

The curious eyes all around looked over, including Wang Fatzi, Qian Xiaobin, Little Lori, Sun Mengmeng, and Sun Zheng's mother and father... There are also grandfathers in the distance.

Even Sun Zheng's aunt, uncle-in-law, grandfather, and grandmother in the corner also came over.

"It's hard to say..."

Su Yuansu pretended to cough, and then said in a serious nonsense: "It should still have something to do with the "Qingming" poem written by Sun Zheng before!?"

I'm so jealous!!

Sun Zheng, how long will this poem have an impact on him...

And also!

This guy actually stood with the CEO of Vientiane Publishing House, but I didn't even have a seat in the first two rows below!!

The gap is also huge.

It's unreasonable, it's unrealistic... The way it opens is extremely incorrect.

Oh, no, my jealousy and anger will burn all reason—

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On the stage, continue to continue the residual heat of the song and dance troupe.

Jin Chenxu, the boss of Vientiane Publishing House, who is upright and tough-looking, holds the microphone in his hand and looks at the audience below that is almost crowded, and he is very pleased.

"Ahem~"

"I know people don't like to look at me... I'm old and ugly, there's really nothing to look at!"

Yes, compared to those sensually dressed beauties of the cabaret troupe just now, well... These two men are really not worth watching...

The audience below is wahaha~ After laughing good-naturedly, Jin Chenxu went straight to the point without any nonsense.

"Today, we at Vientiane Publishing House donated 1 million yuan to Lianhua Village Hope Primary School, of which 500,000 yuan was used for the upgrading and construction of campus hardware facilities, and another 500,000 yuan, of which 300,000 yuan was used as a scholarship subsidy for the top ten outstanding students, and the remaining 200,000 yuan was used as three exemptions and one supplement for poor students..."

Bang Bang Bang ~

The applause below was immediately thunderous, their Little Lotus Village is too ordinary, it is said to be the poorest village in the country, compared to it, they are not...

Saying that there are many celebrities and official businessmen in Niubi Village, well, this is really what they think about...

And now, to be able to have a large company like Vientiane Publishing House come to their small village to donate education and poverty alleviation, this sound can be said to be painful to clap hands, and it can't express my inner reverence...

"Haha..."

Jin Chenxu knew that his propaganda was doing the right thing, and for ordinary people, there was no better donation than children's education...

Especially this hope elementary school is really broken.

The local radio station on the side hurriedly pointed the camera at Jin Chenxu, who was almost calling for wind and rain in the publishing industry, and what he wanted to say below was the purpose of what Mr. Jin was doing.

"Actually, I'm a businessman—"

"When I was a child, I was poor, and I didn't have to worry about going to school without tuition, so now I use this kind of propaganda that looks like an alternative..."

All the villagers in the audience are listening carefully!

There are those people in the village who come to see the excitement, there are the older generation of literati in the first two rows, and Sun Zheng's relatives in the back...

"Daddy kid~ That is the president of Vientiane Publishing House! It's really young and promising!" Auntie was a little admired, she was also in the business of education, and the total value of their kindergarten was only a few hundred thousand yuan.

But the CEO of this publishing house donated 1 million yuan, and there is no one else with this courage...

"However, how did Sun Zheng stand by his side..."

The uncle-in-law was honest, clapping his hands warmly, and guessed over and over again: "Didn't Su Yuansu, Sun Zheng's old classmate just now, say... It should be the reason for the poem "Qingming" that he made!"

"Haha..."

Grandpa and grandma on the side were laughing happily.

"Anyway, Sun Zheng's kid is out of luck now... I really never dreamed that Sun Zheng, who has always been at home, can also have such a decent stage and be surrounded by countless applause!"

"Haha, you old man... I used to always say that Sun was just lazy, and he was destined to have no interest in this life... Do you see it now!!It's a big deal!!"

"Sun Zheng, who put on a suit and dressed up as an adult... Standing next to the boss of the publishing house, he doesn't lose his temperament and appearance at all!"

"Hehe, you old woman is still keeping pace with the times..."Grandpa laughed: "Even the word "appearance..."

"It's not that the children of the second family are married in friendship, and all of a sudden, those children who go out to work all the year round are back... With more time with these young and energetic children, it is natural that everything will be done..."

Over there!

The younger generation of the old grandchildren were all excited, almost yelling.

"Hey, hey, hey, look... It's Sun Zheng!, that kid is now standing directly next to the million-dollar boss who donated money~!Although he stood there like an ornament without saying a word, he was really excited——"

"This [Qingming Cultural Festival] attracted people from almost 5~6 villages around the city, as well as local TV stations to shoot the whole process..."

"Now, Sun Zheng's kid is not only on fire in Zuocun and Youxiang, but even on TV... I estimate that this boss will definitely vigorously praise Sun Zheng's "Qingming" poem..."

"it, think about it, it's like chicken jelly-"

Sun Youyi hugged his new wife and sighed. "I've been listening to my mother bury Sun Zheng, saying that he is so lazy, he doesn't study well, and he refuses to endure hardships to learn a craft after school..."

"Although my mother is easy to say, she is a knife-mouthed tofu heart... Sun Zheng's parents have been abroad for several years, and Sun Zheng rarely goes back to his hometown..."

"The relationship with my grandmother is better than that of my grandfather... Mom is naturally quite rhetorical!"

"But if she didn't care about Sun Zheng, she wouldn't even bother to ask about Sun Zheng's situation... After all, we have so many cousins and cousins, why don't you see my mother worrying about other people~!"