"A few people upstairs, I don't know if you have noticed, Tianfanda's poem is a war poem, but !! war poem"

"Damn, when you said this upstairs, I noticed that Tianfan Da used women as the first perspective in his war-themed poems."

"For Mao, I don't think there is any sense of disobedience from a female perspective......"

"Ibid., when I read Mulan's poems, I didn't have a sense of disobedience at all, and after reading it, I just felt that the content was very good."

"Upstairs, and upstairs. No sense of disobedience! ”

……

Wang Fan, who was sitting in front of the computer, saw the loving comments of book friends, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sent a micro. Bo, this micro. The content of the blog is:

The Mulan poem is an ancient poem written by me in the Writers Association Competition, and the poem I wrote was unanimously recognized by the judges and won a full score. Because of the victory in that game, something else happened that made me the vice president of the Writers' Association, congratulations!

Wang Fan pressed the enter key and changed this micro. After the blog was sent out, just as Wang Fan thought, a large wave of replies congratulating Wang Fan on becoming the vice president of the Writers Association appeared on WeChat. Bozhong.

"Congratulations to Tianfan for becoming the vice president of the Writers Association."

"Congratulations, congratulations."

"It's really something to celebrate."

……

"Tianfanda, you have become the vice president of the Municipal Writers' Association, I want to reflect to you, the city's Writers' Association is really bad. In the newspaper, there are some empty things, which are not good at all. ”

"Same upstairs. In other words, Tianfan is great, do you care about the co-ordination? ”

"Tian Fanda has just become the vice president of the Writers' Association, and he may not even know much about the newspaper of the Municipal Writers' Association. I hope that Tianfan will be able to take a look at the city's work report, as long as he reads, Tianfan will be able to know what we are talking about. ”

Wang Fan, who was sitting in front of the computer, saw in his eyes the replies to the bad content of the report of the scolding market. Look at these micro. Bo replied, and Wang Fan recalled the newspapers he had seen in the office of the Writers' Association before, on the bookshelf.

The content of those newspapers is indeed the same as the readers' feedback, the content is empty and rotten.

Wang Fan looked at the micro. Bo replied, and the flame of reform in his heart began to burn.

I am now the vice president of the Writers' Association, and I will discuss with President Huang Shan that I may be able to change the style of the newspaper and replace the dross from the Writers' Association and replace it with something that is useful to people and likes to read.

Wang Fan, who had the fire of reform in his heart, took out his mobile phone, but he was stunned.

Wang Fan didn't know the mobile phone number of President Huang Shan, only where the office of the Writers' Association was.

Tomorrow I will go to the president of the Writers' Association and talk about the Writers' Association! Wang Fan thought so and glanced at the computer screen.

Looking at the comments of book friends who were still brushing on the screen, how bad is the book report, Wang Fan took a deep breath and sent the third micro message today. Wide.

"Book friends, please rest assured, I am now the vice president of the Writers' Association, and I will definitely be able to manage the affairs of the Writers' Association. Since I am the vice president of the Writers' Association, I will definitely remove the dross from the Writers' Association's report and replace it with truly and well-written articles and stories. ”

Wang Fan will this article micro. After the blog was posted on the Internet, it attracted countless comments from readers and book friends.

"Tianfanda, who loves to take responsibility."

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, sit back and wait for Tianfan to take care of the cooperation."

"Upstairs, sit and wait here."

……

The next day, Wang Fan didn't have a code word in the morning, so he went out directly and took the bus to the office of the Writers' Association.

When I came to the office of the Writers' Association, it was already eight o'clock in the morning, and at this time Wang Fan happened to meet Huang Shan, the president who was already in the office of the Writers' Association, dealing with some things.

"President Huangshan." Wang Fan knocked on the office door and shouted loudly.

"Huh?" Huang Shan looked up and saw Wang Fan, with a look of surprise on his face: "Wang Fan, why did you come to the association so early in the morning?" ”

"I'm looking for you today." As Wang Fan spoke, he walked to the bookshelf, pulled out a pile of city newspapers in the bookshelf, and put them on the desk of President Huang Shan.

"What's the matter with you?" Looking at Wang Fan, who was standing in front of the office desk and pointing to the Municipal Cooperative Report, Huang Shan frowned and asked with some doubts.

"Yesterday, I read these newspapers!" Wang Fan pointed to the newspaper and said to the president of the association: "The content of the newspaper of the Football Association of this city is very poor. The articles serialized in it are not helpful to people at all, and the articles often do not point to the central thesis. ”

"Yesterday I came home when I was in my micro. The blog announced that I had become the vice president of the Writers' Association. Do you know what I was going to do after I made the announcement, and those book friends and readers told me to do? ”

"So that you will be reformed by the association?" Huang Shan's face at this moment became a little complicated.

Wang Fan nodded: "That's right, that's it." ”

Seeing Wang Fan nodding, Huang Shan put down the text in his hand, sighed, and said to Wang Fan with a complicated face: "Vice President Wang Fan, I also want to reform the Writers' Association, but the fact is that we can't change it. If the Municipal Writers' Association is reformed, the members of our Writers' Association will not know what to write in the Writers' Association. ”

"Whoever said it, every substance in the world can be turned into an article in the human brain and written. Everything in the world can be written, and after the reform of the Writers' Association, how can there be nothing to write? It seems to me that there is no end to what can be written about in this world. ”

"Vice President Wang Fan, you misunderstood! I mean, after the reform, our writers' association members don't know what to write, and it can become popular. Huang Shan looked at Wang Fan and sighed and said, "People are used to reading this kind of article. And our writers are used to writing. They don't know what to write after the reforms. And it's not just that they don't understand, but even I, the president of the Writers' Association, also don't understand what to write after the reform of the Writers' Association. ”

"Really?" Wang Fan smiled dumbly when he heard President Huang Shan's words and said: "Elder, your thinking has been solidified, and there is one in front of you that can be imitated, but you just turn a blind eye. ”

"What?" Hearing Wang Fan's words, Huang Shan's face was surprised.

"The general report of the whole country! You can imitate this, but you said that there is nothing to imitate, and your thinking is solidified, isn't it? Wang Fan said with a smile to Huang Shan: "I have read the newspaper of the National General Writers Association, a newspaper, from beginning to end, every story is very exciting. ”