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"A bowl of soup?" Ma Shu was stunned, what kind of word is this, what is the evaluation? Does it matter?

"You don't know?" Brushing through the manuscript in his hand, Gu Qing asked the puzzled Ma Shu.

"What?" Ma Shu still didn't understand.

"A bowl of soup." Gu Qing patted the manuscript in his hand and repeated.

"I'm talking about what Lin Feng wrote this time, what do you say a bowl of soup for? It's okay with a bowl of soup. Ma Shu repeated his question in detail.

"Look." Gu Qing handed the manuscript in his hand to Ma Shu.

Is there a problem? With this thought in mind, Ma Shu took the manuscript and read it.

"Sixteen questions, Lin Feng wrote sixteen short articles, each of six or seven hundred words, hehe, and the number of road uniformity of the blog post written by the bowl of soup on the Internet can be said to be as high as ninety-nine percent, heh, Lin Feng, a bowl of soup." Gu Qing seems to be talking to himself and also seems to be speaking to Ma Shu, as high as 99% can be regarded as 100% under normal circumstances, and people are not so calculating in things. And Gu Qing concluded that 99% of Lin Feng's this time was a normal situation, although Lin Feng's doing this was already very incomprehensible, but it could make sense, but if he didn't think it was a normal situation, it would be completely unreasonable.

Yes, Lin Feng thought about it for a while and decided that this was the thing, using the article of "Chicken Soup for the Soul" to expose the identity of a bowl of soup. Lin Feng thinks about it this way, the identity of a bowl of soup has a future exposure time from the moment he decides to sign a contract with Jinghua Publishing House, since the exposure is not as good as taking advantage of the east wind of the Jinbei Literary Competition, that is, it will cause less waves, after all, the limelight in recent months is too big, although there is nothing about himself, it is a matter of name, but after all, it is one and the same as the name, and it can be regarded as a greater publicity, which can be regarded as a reassuring pill for Jinghua Publishing House. As for the question of whether he can borrow the gold cup literary competition, the answer in Lin Feng's heart is yes, first of all, if Lin Feng gets the first place with these sixteen articles, the result is self-evident, if he doesn't get it, hehe, the young writer and popular musician lost after winning the first place three times in a row, in a sentence of the earth, Lin Feng suffered the Waterloo of life, such a gimmick is more attractive, especially the reason is exposed, the amplification of the name accumulated by a bowl of soup, this advertisement is definitely very attractive.

"It's really a bowl of soup blog type short essays, this is Lin Feng's work in the top 16 promotion competition? Which one is this singing? Ma Shu didn't look at it carefully, and after hurriedly flipping through a sheet to understand the general situation, he raised his head and said to Gu Qing. He understood the reason for Gu Qing's expression just now, Lin Feng's situation was really not easy to accept, the difference between the things in a bowl of soup and his age was quite large, the error between "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and people was not easy for people to accept in the senses, but it was barely okay, at least the Condor was telling a story, and now there is another one, or one story after another. Is there any reason in this life?

"I don't know, it's the first time I've seen it in and out of the play." Gu Qing shook his head and said. The smile on my face is meaningless, I want to read a wonderful article, but I was given sixteen, but it is completely inconsistent with what I expected, and I really can't put too much expectation into life.

"This situation ......," Ma Shu pondered for a moment and continued, "It's really muddy." He didn't have the words to comment on it.

Gu Qing didn't speak, he was thinking, and Ma Shu was silent after saying that obviously meaningless sentence. The two of them looked at Lin Feng's manuscript on the table and were speechless.

After a moment of silence, one of the judges next to him broke the silence of the two.

"Chairman, Lao Ma, Lin Feng and Wang Sheng's manuscripts, have you finished reading them? It's time for a change. But it was the judge next to him who finished analyzing the manuscript in his hand and began to exchange the manuscript in the hands of others. Although each judge has a main analysis object, the rest still needs to be seen.

"Oh, I'm done, give." Ma Shu handed over Wang Sheng's manuscript in his hand, and at the same time took the manuscript handed over by the judges.

"Chairman, what about Lin Feng?" The judge took the manuscript of Ma Shu, passed it to the judge next to him, and said to Gu Qing.

"Here, let's put the manuscript you analyzed here." Gu Qing, who was still staring at the manuscript and thinking, pushed Lin Feng's manuscript to the judge's side and said.

"yes, okay." The judge nodded.

……

"Hey, it's a little story one by one, spread it out." The judge took Lin Feng's manuscript, swept his eyes and found that the format was one by one, and after finding that there were several with both hands, he thought.

"Let's take a look first, this is Lin Feng's, it should be a small story, in no particular order, let's watch it instead." The judge turned to some of the idle judges. There are more monks and less meat, although there are not many judges, but compared to the actual situation of only 16 people competing for 16 children's manuscripts, there are still more judges, and there are always some people who have not read the manuscript at the moment, so they cut the meat more finely.

"Heh, what Lin Feng wrote are still small stories that are not related to each other? That's not right! Before I could accept the manuscript, some of the judges said.

"Yes, it's impossible, Nangong, are you mistaken, although a topic can have multiple stories, it must be one theme, the theme is incoherent, is this still a story of one topic?" One of the judges said to the judge, the judge's name is Nangong.

"I just said that it is in no particular order, but I didn't say that it is not connected, whether to see it or not? I don't want to look at it separately from the middle, so I'm just waiting, I'll watch it first. Nangong said that he knew what these comrades who spoke were worried about.

"Look, no matter how you look at it, it's not what you look at, it's all from the middle, it's a different feeling, and it's more convincing to evaluate from this new angle." Someone took the lead in taking the paper from Nangong's hand and looked at it.

It didn't take long for a word of the same voice to sound frequently.

"Huh."

"Huh?"

"Huh......"

One after another, they expressed their surprise, where did they seem to have seen this, and where did they be?

"Nangong has not finished reading it, let's change it." Someone frowned slightly and said to Nangong.

"Here, give." Nangong also frowned slightly.

"Lao Wang, it's over, let's change it too." Someone followed.

"Take it."

……

After some exchange, there was silence among the crowd again.

After a while, after reading it again, everyone who had some vague or clear thinking in their hearts began to speak.

"The short story is written with some meaning, it is easy to understand and profound, but there is really no connection between the story and the story, and it is inexplicable to write it when it is connected to the title, Lin Feng, what does this mean?" Someone asked.

"Where do you think you've seen this technique?" Someone seems to remember.

"Lao Wang, you also feel this way, and so do I, it seems that I have just watched it not long ago." Someone turned his head and said.

"I remember, there is a blogger on the Internet called a bowl of soup, his blog post is written like this, and it is very well written, but there is no gap in the quality of these stories, but Lin Feng defeated him in terms of quantity!" Someone said as if he remembered something.

"Could it be that Lin Feng copied the writing format of a bowl of soup, wrote the answers to these sixteen questions, and then prepared to take the first place this time with the number of these works of good quality, or ......" Halfway through the words, the man stopped, and he didn't think deeply just now with his own words that he thought of another possibility.

"Or Lin Feng is just a bowl of soup." Nangong finished the words for him.

"Chairman, what do you think of Ma Shu?" Someone turned their attention to Gu Qing and Ma Shu, who first came into contact with Lin Feng's manuscript and remained silent after reading it.

"I'm also wondering, is Lin Feng a bowl of soup?" Ma Shu smiled inexplicably. Ma Shu spoke before Gu Qing, but it was not that Gu Qing was not in his eyes or wanted to usurp the throne, at the beginning of the conference, the general leader should make a meaningless and logical opening remarks, this is the usual situation, this is a situation, and there is also a situation prepared for the leader, this situation is called the finale, the leader's speech is at the end, and the final summary or clapper is made. You can see that when the company or the municipal party committee and municipal government hold a meeting, the top leaders are the last to step on the specified time point.

"And what do you think of him?" Someone asked a little speechlessly. Is there any profound point in adding a few more words to repeat the question?

"Listen to the chairman." Nangong understood the meaning of Ma Shu and helped him transfer the topic, Chairman Gu Qing was the official correction of Lin Feng's manuscript, and the boss had not yet made a decision, how could he make a decision for him.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Gu Qing's body, the meaning was obvious, the boss should hurry up and speak.

"A bowl of soup should be Lin Feng's vest." Under the gaze of everyone, Gu Qing was slightly silent for a while before he opened his mouth, pointed to the center of the problem, and revealed or clapped to determine a superficial, but not very sure truth.

"A bowl of soup is Lin Feng." One of the judges muttered and repeated.

"Lin Feng is a bowl of soup, this statement is not entirely true." Some judges wanted to liven up the atmosphere and said a word of nonsense.

"Yes, to distinguish between subject and object." Some judges glared at the judge next to him angrily, and it was not a philosophical question, who am I and who am me, it is all off.

"I really can't imagine that Lin Feng turned out to be a bowl of soup, and he inexplicably got a vest, is he idle, or is he just waiting for our sixteen questions?" Nangong moved his mouth and said.

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