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At 10:30, Chen Beiming came out of the editorial office of "October", full of spring breeze and brisk steps.

The future is like a clear blue sky overhead, a great place; The feeling in his heart was like the sun shining on his face through the dense treetops, which was extremely pleasant.

"Well, yes, now you can start thinking about becoming a literary soldier." He withdrew his gaze and stepped out of his steps.

In another week, his days of hospitalization in the military hospital will be over, and when the time comes, both he and the higher authorities will have to start thinking about what to do.

If he doesn't take the initiative to find a way out for himself, transferring to another job and going home is undoubtedly his greatest possibility, because according to his current physical condition, it is no longer realistic to continue to stay in the army - he is equivalent to being half disabled!

"You have to pay attention to the recruitment of major art troupes!" Chen Beiming soon had an idea in his heart.

The distribution of literary and artistic soldiers is actually very wide.

Broadly speaking, propaganda officers of companies and above, and PLA military newspapers and other units are all considered literary and artistic soldiers, but whether it is from his own physical condition or from the point that a soldier who does not want to be a general is not a good soldier, Chen Beiming wants to take the test for the best art troupe, such as the art troupe of the Political Work Department, the art troupe of the Political Work Department of the Air Force, or the art troupe of the Political Work Department of the Navy.

But these units, no matter which one of them is one out of a hundred, or even one out of ten thousand, and the competition is very huge, so Chen Beiming is still under great pressure.

He was thinking about walking out as he could, when suddenly, several people hurried towards the editorial office of October.

The person at the head was angry, the speed was fast, Chen Beiming was immersed in his thoughts again, it was that person who almost hit him, but fortunately, at the last moment, he flashed his body, but he didn't expect this action to pull his wound again, and the pain made him break out in cold sweat.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my friend didn't hit you, did he?" Someone hurriedly apologized to Chen Beiming.

"No, you don't have to worry." Chen Beiming hurriedly replied.

As for the guy who almost bumped into Chen Beiming, he was dragged away from the entrance of the editorial office by his friends.

"Huang Zhendong, you him. Mom wants to die! Someone lowered his voice and angrily scolded the guy who almost hit Chen Beiming.

However, although they lowered their voices, they were still heard by Chen Beiming.

"I'm just going to ask Ma Youwei that dog thing, why did he disqualify me, I just want to ask him, why is he?" The guy named Huang Zhendong lowered his voice and roared angrily, his face hideous.

Ma Youwei? Disqualified?

These two phrases immediately attracted Chen Beiming's attention, so he pricked up his ears to eavesdrop while pretending to leave slowly.

The guy who grabbed Huang Zhendong tried his best to persuade calmly: "Lao Huang, why are you so naïve, how can you say that "October" is also the largest popular literary publication in the country, will they be so casual in what they decide, since they have canceled your qualification, then there must be their reasons, this kind of thing is not something that Ma Youwei can say alone."

Besides, if you rush in and question so recklessly, not only will you not ask anything, but it will only bring you trouble, if you anger Ma Youwei, he will no longer use your manuscript in the future, what should you do? Don't forget what kind of person Ma Youwei is, he did it! ”

To put it mildly, Huang Zhendong calmed down a little and was no longer so impulsive, but he was still angry: "But I still want to see who the guy who replaced me is?" Ma Youwei keeps saying that his works are better than mine, I want to see if it's true? ”

"Lao Huang, you just want to read it, you can't read it now, when the magazine goes on the market next month, won't you be able to see it? If that person's work is really inferior to yours at that time, you can take something and go directly to the editor-in-chief, is it appropriate for you to go in and confront you without evidence now? ”

The other party was still talking, but Chen Beiming didn't bother to listen anymore, he probably understood what was going on, so he left quietly.

"That Huang Zhendong was disqualified from the competition won't be because of me, right?" He thought to himself as he walked.

When he returned home, he thought about it, and still picked up the phone and called Ma Youwei: "Hey, Mr. Ma, it's me, Xiaoshan." ”

"Oh, it's Xiaoshan, hello hello." Ma Youwei's voice revealed a deliberate enthusiasm.

"Mr. Ma, I remember that your essay contest seems to have been closed a long time ago, right, will it be a little troublesome for me to participate in your essay contest now?"

He told everything he had encountered and had no reservations.

He wants to participate in the essay contest, but he doesn't want to go crooked, it's not that he is upright or anything, it's just that he wants to use this work to endorse the application for the literary and artistic soldiers, and there can be no problems.

Unexpectedly, when Ma Youwei heard this, he seemed to be a little angry: "Xiaoshan, what, you doubt me?" ”

"No, Mr. Ma, I didn't doubt you......" Chen Beiming hurriedly denied it.

But Ma Youwei interrupted him: "Xiaoshan, okay, since you talked about this, then I will also tell you the truth...... Oh, you wait for me......"

The phone was placed on the table, and then, with a creak, it seemed that Ma Youwei had closed the office door.

After a while, Ma Youwei's voice sounded again: "Xiaoshan, since you asked, then I won't hide it from you, I am in my forties this year, and most of my life has passed, but until now, I am a small responsible editor, sad, right?" ”

Ma Youwei sighed, his voice was as heavy as a mountain, it was the helplessness and unwillingness of a man with pursuit and dedication after failing again and again.

sighed for a while, Ma Youwei changed his words: "But, Xiaoshan, do you know, since I met your good brother Li Qiulin Li Shao, I know that I still have a chance, as long as I work hard, Li Shao will definitely give me a chance, however, I want to make a comeback, I still lack a stepping stone, I lack a good performance."

I met you a few days ago and saw your work, I immediately understood, my opportunity has come, Xiaoshan, you, your "Bright Sword", this is my chance!

So I took Huang Zhendong's work down and pushed yours up.

In this matter, I played a little trick and had some selfish intentions, but if I really want to investigate it, no one can do anything to me, because your "Bright Sword" is indeed better than that Huang Zhendong's!

Xiaoshan, I've made it so clear, so I'm going to ask you now, would you like to?

I know you want to be popular too, and now, the opportunity is already in front of you, so, Xiaoshan, you tell me, do you dare to fight?

If you say you don't want to, if you coax and don't dare, then I'll take down "Bright Sword" right now.

I think your work is really 10,000 times better than that Huang Zhendong, the question is, Chen Beiming, do you have confidence in yourself? Do you dare to prove your work to others? Do you dare to use your work to tell others that you, Chen Beiming, are 10,000 times better than them? ”