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Su Cao knows this truth very well, and no one will think that he has too many skills.

Looking at the remaining more than 60,000 loads, Su Cao had the heart to try the effect of the "Super Penetrating Telescope" again.

After pondering for a long time, he still dispelled this idea.

After all, career is the main thing.

I don't know when I'll use it.

Turning off the roulette screen, Su Cao lay down and rested.

That night, he had a strange dream.

In the dream, he actually married Tan Youyou, and he didn't do it by himself.

Tan Youyou, who has a bewitching figure, directly threatened, "To marry or not?" Believe it or not, the old lady suffocated you with 36E. ”

Eventually, Su Cao found that he had succumbed.

This also caused him to wake up the next day with a noticeable lack of sleep.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Su Cao sighed, "It seems that Tan Youyou is definitely a scourge level character, and he doesn't let himself go in his dreams." ”

Easy days always go by quickly.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a month has passed.

Su Cao's "Voice of Literature" not only completely secured the first place in the radio station listening rate, but also brought a social atmosphere of "everyone reads famous books" in the entire Yangtong City.

It's almost the end of September, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is not far away.

It's Monday morning again.

Su Cao walked into the radio station, and no matter whether he knew him or not, someone greeted him.

For no other reason, now this product is so famous, it seems to be a star of the radio.

However, Su Cao has no consciousness of being a public figure at all, and still eats egg cakes while walking, not paying attention to his image at all.

Walking into the office area, Su Cao glanced at Tan Youyou, who was reading the copy, and went straight back to his seat.

As soon as he turned on the computer to see the situation on Weibo, Su Cao noticed that Tan Youyou came to him.

"Eh, a good thing to tell you." Tan Youyou said with a smile.

"A good thing?" Su Cao rolled his eyes, "Say, what kind of hard work are you doing to find Uncle Ben!" ”

"Tsk!" Tan Youyou glared, "What are you talking about, I'm that kind of person." ”

"Let me tell you, I heard that the Provincial Traditional Culture Office is preparing to come to our radio station recently, and it seems that a Mid-Autumn Festival party will be held here, and the scale seems to be not small." Tan Youyou said mysteriously.

Su Cao was surprised, he hadn't heard of this news, how did Tan Youyou know in advance?

Just as he wanted to ask what was going on, Su Cao heard someone calling him at the door of the office area.

"Xiao Su, Xiao Su is here, right?"

He looked up and found that it was the director Zhao Yumei, "It's coming, it's coming." ”

"Oh, here, come up to my office in a moment." After Zhao Yingmei finished speaking, she turned around and left.

Su Cao hurriedly turned off the computer, stood up and rushed to Zhao Yingmei's office.

Since the last time she was beaten, Zhao Yingmei has never seen Su Cao alone except for praising Su Cao in person a few times.

Su Cao knocked on the door, and there was a "please come in" from the room.

Pushing the door in, before Su Cao could speak, Zhao Yingmei opened her mouth first.

"Hey, Xiao Su has arrived, hurry up and sit down and drink tea?" Zhao Yingmei asked kindly.

Zhao Yingmei's kindness surprised Su Cao a little.

He hurriedly waved his hand, "No, Director, I'm not thirsty." ”

Just kidding, ask your boss to pour you tea, don't you want to do it!

"Not thirsty?" Zhao Yingmei looked at Su Cao suspiciously.

Su Cao nodded and quickly changed the topic, "Director, what did you call me for?" ”

Zhao Yingmei smiled, motioned for Su Cao to sit on the chair next to her, and said slowly: "I came to you because there is an event that I need you to participate in." ”

"Activity?" Su Cao was confused, "What event, where was it held?" ”

"Well, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Dongliao Provincial Literature Forum Summit, which will be held in the lecture hall of our radio station, and you will have to attend it then." Zhao Yingmei said, "You are the person designated by the Provincial Cultural Culture Office to participate, so you can't embarrass us at that time." ”

That's really the case!

Tan Youyou just reminded himself that Director Zhao here notified him to participate, and it was really a coincidence.

However, Su Cao was quite happy in his heart, and being able to participate in the activities held by the provincial unit was a recognition of his strength.

"Okay, director, I will definitely participate, and I promise not to embarrass our radio station." Su Cao assured.

For some reason, when Zhao Yingmei heard Su Cao's words, her heart jumped for no reason.

"You know, it's next Wednesday, you need to be more prepared." Zhao Yingmei reminded.

Su Cao nodded, "I'll do something, don't worry!" ”

There was nothing to do, and Su Cao got up to leave.

More than a week passed in the blink of an eye.

Wednesday morning.

Su Cao was dressed like a dog, no, wrong, human-like, rushed to the station.

When he arrived, Su Cao went straight to the lecture hall behind the broadcasting building.

The lecture hall is an old-fashioned auditorium building, and since it was renovated last year, it looks very different.

At this time, at the entrance of the lecture hall, there were a lot of people, and many cars were parked, and people walked in one after another.

From a distance, Su Cao also saw that a red arch had been erected in the small square in front of the lecture hall, and a banner was pasted on it.

"Warmly celebrate the complete success of the Dongliao Provincial Literature Forum Summit."

Who came up with this propaganda technique? It's so LOW.

However, Su Cao also understands that for Yangtong Radio, no matter what the means are, as long as it can achieve the effect of publicity.

Walking through the small square, Su Cao saw a lot of good cars, and the people who got out of the cars were all carrying briefcases, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and suits and leather shoes, just like a literary master.

Walking into the lecture hall, Su Cao found that it was unusually spacious.

On the opposite side along the wall is a long table with books and the names of publishing houses.

There is a high platform in the innermost part of the left, on which is a row of folding chairs, empty.

On the right, there are a lot of people talking, greeting each other, and getting together to talk about literature.

"Eh, Brother Zhang, I read your masterpiece some time ago, it's really lovely!"

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, the sales are bleak, and there are only 100,000 copies in China."

Su Cao looked around, and he didn't know what he could do, so he wandered around idlely, flipping through some beautiful books.

The thing was walking around when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.

"Su Cao, hurry up, why did you just come, it will start in a while."

Su Cao turned around and found that it was Tan Youyou in front of him.

This woman really has no way to get there.

"No, why are you here!" Su Cao asked suspiciously.

"Me? I'm the precursor arranged by our station, who will come if I don't come? Are you preparing? Quasi-protect a bunch of melon seeds and peanuts, make a big table in the middle, and put it casually, it will be called a forum summit. ”

Su Cao was speechless, the other party really guessed right.

In his heart, what bullshit forum summit is no different from a tea party, except that it is to eat.