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Laughter was heard all over the room.

Only Feng Tao was expressionless, as usual pretending to be deep and maintaining his majesty. But if you look closely, you can see that his eyes are full of gloom and unwillingness.

Emotions are not hidden at all.

Everyone discussed happily and laughed one after another, but they didn't find Feng Tao's abnormality. It wasn't until Feng Tao slapped the table and banged that their voices stopped abruptly.

"This, what's wrong?"

They looked at Feng Tao and looked at each other again, very puzzled in their hearts.

But Feng Tao's expression was as if his mother was dead, so they didn't dare to ask or discuss.

Feng Tao put away his slap and sat on the chairman, without saying a word. The atmosphere became dreary, and the room was dead silent, with no one speaking.

There was only the sound of coughing, which occasionally came in tandem.

Guo Fang had a bad premonition, and he didn't feel that he clenched his hand, and wanted to ask, but it was not easy to open his mouth directly.

So, he narrowed his eyes, thought for five seconds, and said tentatively: "President Feng, this meeting today?" ”

In other words, is there something going on?

Feng Tao raised his eyes and glanced at it, and was silent for more than thirty seconds, before he said in a low voice: "Send a message from above, let me abdicate and make way for Xian." ”

Everyone was shocked, looked at Feng Tao again, and looked at each other again.

Unlike before, this time, some of them were overjoyed, thinking that they had a chance. For example, Guo Fang's eyes couldn't help but light up.

Guo Fang and the others thought they were covering it up well, but Feng Tao could see it at a glance.

Sneer.

He looked at them with gloomy eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved like a curved fishing line. At the same time, he said lightly: "The next president is Qian Hao." ”

In an instant, the smile on the corner of Guo Fang's mouth froze. The others too, all froze.

Qian Hao, how is it possible!

How, how could it be him!

Guo let go of his hand, pulled off a few whiskers, and shouted: "Impossible, how can this be?" ”

Don't believe it, or don't dare to believe it.

Not only Guo Fang, most of the people present were all ugly.

They looked at each other and had a heated discussion.

The sound of discussion filled the conference room.

Feng Tao didn't speak, banged, and slapped the table a few times. The voice was loud, drowning out the discussion of the crowd.

When they heard this, they all said no more.

In this way, he looked around, and then said lightly, "Okay, let's dismiss." ”

It seemed calm, but in fact, his hands were shaking.

It is clear that he is not reconciled.

But what can he do?

Speaking from above, can he still be disobedient? In that case, not to mention the president of the association, he can't even get along in the circle.

That's it, that's it, it's just a long time.

Everyone came in twos and threes, laughing, and leaving without laughing.

Feng Tao caught a glimpse and was also ready to leave.

But at this moment, Guo Fang patted him on the shoulder and said faintly: "Feng Tao, you just forget it?" ”

"What else?" Feng Tao's eyes froze and he didn't look back.

Guo Fang didn't care, took away his left hand, and said slowly: "The above meaning, we naturally can't go against it." But what if the above contradicts itself? ”

With a shock to his body, Feng Tao couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Above, against yourself?

For a moment, he thought a lot. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, the corners of his mouth gradually cracked, revealing a desperate smile.

"What Guo Lao said is, how dare we disobey the above meaning."

The influence of "Ming Crime and Strong Man" has not yet dissipated, and the poetry circle ushered in a shocking news.

The Chinese Poetry Association announced that Feng Tao stepped down and Qian Hao took office. Such a news, in other words, is that Qian Hao has become the leader of the poetry world.

In this way, how can the circle not be shocked?

As soon as possible, a huge discussion was set off.

"Okay, Qian Hao will be the president, and he will do great things."

"That's right, poetry should be in vogue."

"You're too optimistic, aren't you, poetry revival, I'm afraid it's not that easy, right?"

……

In addition to the cheerers, there are also the angry.

For example, Han Jiang, who hated and hated, slapped it on the desk.

The dry hands were all red.

Qian Hao also learned the news. I was a little surprised, and I didn't understand how I became the president.

Moreover, he will take office next Sunday.

This is not scientific.

Although he thinks it's unscientific, he doesn't care. When you are the president, what is there to be afraid of?

It's good that he can carry out his own plans.

Qian Hao's appointment as president has been widely circulated in the circle. Outside the circle, it's not a big deal.

After all, poetry is niche literature.

This matter is not popular, it does not mean that Qian Hao is not popular.

Although the influence of "the strong man who commits the crime" is gradually weakening, the book Condor Shooting has the potential to become popular.

No, it has only been more than a week, and it has already caused widespread discussion. This may not seem normal, but it is actually normal.

With the creativity of condor shooting, just talking about various martial arts is enough to be fascinating.

What nine yin and eight bone claws, what descending dragon eighteen palms, really amazed all readers. And the role of Huang Rong has also attracted attention.

The condor shooting is getting better, and Lu Xiaofeng is not bad at all. The two books are one positive and one strange, complementing each other, completely throwing off other works.

is Chu Ke's "Young Heroes", and finally failed.

At this moment, no one in the rivers and lakes can compete with Qian Hao. With two books, Qian Hao was directly crowned a martial arts master.

If it weren't for the short time of time, his reputation would have already surpassed that of the saints.

But even if it doesn't last long, his reputation is amazing, and he is not inferior to the saint at all. Not only online, but in reality, physical books are also big sellers.

There is a sales list, he just killed many people and reached the top strongly.

This achievement is amazing.

However, Qian Hao didn't care much.

He is updating, fast coding words, and wants to finish the Condor and Lu Xiaofeng quickly.

Then, open a new book.

For no other reason, he wants to conquer the circle of martial arts novels as quickly as possible.

Qian Hao is even faster, which is really cheap for readers. Readers can't help but be hooked when they read so many updates every day, and the quality hasn't dropped.

And in the midst of such enjoyment, they ushered in the high ~ tide of two books.

Lu Xiaofeng, the top of the Forbidden City, the sword god duel; Condor shooting, five unique appearances one after another, all kinds of martial arts, and wonderful plots.

Such a grand occasion, let alone readers, is that most of the martial arts authors have watched it with relish.

It is the saint of the sect, and it is also read every day. And every time he reads it, he can't help but sigh: "The future is terrifying, how come such a work was not written by me." ”

Once, Zhang Xiaoqing was there, and when she heard this sigh, she couldn't help but say: "Old Zong is too arrogant, what good works can a young man write." ”

This romance queen obviously looks down on Qian Hao.

Zongsheng knew her character, and he didn't argue, shaking his head and talking about other things. However, his behavior made her even more unaccustomed to Qian Hao.

Amid the discussion of various readers, time slipped away, and the sun rose the next day. And today, it is the day when the two books are high ~ the tide is coming.

So, early in the morning, many people were waiting excitedly. (To be continued.) )