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Chapter 63 0061 [Media Gathering]

If we're talking about sincerity, Beijing Normal University is the best.

In the end, Director Yan made numerous promises in the process of recruiting the person.

Once Chen Guiliang is admitted, he can freely choose his professors, and if he wants to pursue a master's or doctoral degree, he will have a smooth path to success.

I won't mention other things like joining the Party, student union, scholarships, etc.

Why is this happening?
This is related to the development strategy of Beijing Normal University.

Last year, Beijing Normal University formally established the School of Literature, based on its Department of Chinese Language and Literature, ranking third in the country.

From then on, the school went on a recruitment spree to hire renowned scholars as professors and sought out promising students everywhere. Last year, the entire school had only 18 spots for independent admissions, 7 of which were directly awarded to students who won first prize in the New Concept Writing Competition.

Twenty years later, the Chinese Department of Beijing Normal University became the best in the country!

Chen Guiliang sensed the sincerity of Beijing Normal University, but did not immediately agree.

Because he also felt the sincerity of Peking University, Fudan University, Xiamen University, and East China Normal University...

Anyway, the independent enrollment exam isn't until March, so it's still a long way off. We'll talk about it after the New Year.

Chen Guiliang bowed deeply to the admissions leaders, changing the direction in which they were facing: "Thank you very much for your care. I am so excited that I can't think straight. I want to go back and discuss this with my teachers and parents."

Upon hearing this, Director Wang of Fudan University began to worry.

If a decision is to be made in the next couple of days, Fudan University is undoubtedly the most suitable choice for Chen Guiliang.

If it drags on for another month or two, and Tsinghua and Peking Universities finish their meetings and decide to specially recruit Chen Guiliang, then Fudan University will have no advantage.

Director Wang stared at Chen Guiliang for a long time, thinking: Is this kid just trying to stall for time?
Chen Guiliang left his phone number with all the schools, including several art schools, and then bowed again: "I won't bother the other students with their inquiries. I'll go back to my room and call home."

After speaking, Chen Guiliang bowed for the third time before leaving, leaving a group of admissions leaders looking at each other in bewilderment.

Director Wang from Tsinghua University jokingly scolded, "You little rascal."

Director Wang was the happiest, as he didn't even have any quotas to offer and couldn't make any promises. Delaying the process was in Tsinghua's best interest!

After consulting with all the other award winners, Minister Cheng from Peking University approached Cao Wenxuan and gave him a brief account of what had happened that evening.

Cao Wenxuan said, "This Chen Guiliang is very cunning. I was worried that he would be snatched away tonight. Judging from the way you said Beijing Normal University was acting, they probably all wanted to sign a guaranteed admission contract on the spot. But he didn't agree to anyone, nor did he refuse anyone. It's obvious that he wants to wait for the best offer."

"Too mature and sophisticated for such a young age," Minister Cheng said with a smile.

Cao Wenxuan said, "Mengya magazine will give him the biggest publicity, making him famous nationwide, and with positive public opinion. Under these circumstances, Tsinghua University will definitely pass the resolution at its meeting! Our competitor at Peking University is not Fudan University, but Tsinghua University."

Minister Cheng said, "We will try our best to negotiate when we get back, and give him the most favorable terms possible. I can barely accept that Fudan University snatched him away, but we absolutely cannot let Tsinghua University take him away."

……

Chen Guiliang returned to his room and, of course, didn't call anyone.

He sat directly on the edge of the bed and watched TV.

Shortly after, the door opened, and Luo Jin, her temporary roommate, returned.

Luo Jin felt a little embarrassed because he was followed by a group of people.

"Chen Guiliang, what's your QQ number? Do you have a mobile phone?"

"Damn, bro, you're awesome!"

"Chen, which school are you planning to attend? There are only so many special admission slots at each school, so tell me so I can avoid being selected."

"Handsome guy, you really wrote a piece of classical Chinese?"

"Hello Chen Guiliang, I'm from Mianzhou, we're fellow Sichuan natives."

"..."

Twenty or thirty people rushed in, including not only the first-prize winner from Group A, but also the younger siblings from Group B.

The room was already packed, and some people were standing outside the door.

It was impossible to turn them away, so Chen Guiliang warmly welcomed them: "Hello everyone, come and watch TV. My QQ number is 25XX08."

"Wow, a six-digit QQ number!" several people exclaimed.

This QQ number was registered by my cousin.

At the time, Feng Tao applied for three: one for himself, one for his girlfriend, and one for Chen Guiliang.

After everyone wrote down the QQ number, the noise started up again.

Chen Guiliang remained silent until they had calmed down enough before continuing, "With so many questions, I can't hear you all clearly. How about we take turns asking?"

"Let me go first!"

A girl raised her hand first.

Chen Guiliang smiled and said, "Hello."

The girl shook hands with him happily: "My name is Li Jing, from Deqing No. 3 Middle School in Huzhou. Do you know Guo Xiaosi?"

Upon hearing this question, everyone burst into laughter.

Chen Guiliang said, "I've met him at school. I know him, but he doesn't know me."

Another boy raised his hand: "I'm Liu Lin from Qilu Experimental High School. Could you tell me more about your essay?"

Chen Guiliang said, "I wrote a classical-style poem and a preface for it. You should be able to see it tomorrow."

As they were talking, several more people ran in from outside; they were non-first-prize winners who had come after hearing the news.

Who is your favorite Chinese writer?

"Lu Xun."

"Still alive."

"Wang Meng".

"What about abroad?"

"Well, let's each ask one question. As for foreign writers, I like Victor Hugo."

Which school's independent admission program are you planning to apply to?

"Not sure yet."

"You're definitely going to be famous this time. Will you write a book and publish it?"

"Possibly." "A novel or a collection of essays?"

"Each person may ask only one question."

"..."

After everyone had finished asking their questions, they lingered there, chatting idly. And instead of talking to Chen Guiliang, they started chatting amongst themselves in small groups.

We exchanged QQ numbers, and after discussing literature, we talked about movies, and after movies, we talked about music.

Some of the boys were even talking about games!
This place has been transformed into a new concept dating center.

During the chat, people kept leaving, while others came after hearing the news.

Chen Guiliang sighed helplessly, and Luo Jin sat on the bed and shrugged at him.

……

Hong Kong has a copy of Wen Wei Po, and Shanghai has one too.

The two newspapers share the same origin.

Dong Hongkang is the supplement editor of Wenhui Daily in Shanghai. He had no intention of reporting on the New Concept Writing Competition.

The reason is simple: they simply don't like it!
It's just a kid's writing.

Last night, Zhao Changtian, the editor-in-chief of *Mengya* magazine, called him and read a preface directly over the phone. He added, "The main text of the classical poetry is even more brilliant. There's a seminar tomorrow; would Editor Dong like to come over?"

he came.

"Brother Dong, what brings you here too?"

As soon as Dong Hongkang got out of the car at the hotel, he heard someone calling from behind. He turned around and saw Feng Wenya, a female reporter from the Oriental Morning Post.

Both newspapers belong to the Shanghai Newspaper Group.

But they have different positioning; one is high-end and sophisticated, while the other is down-to-earth.

They're all here today.

“It’s Xiao Feng,” Dong Hongkang said with a smile. “Editor-in-Chief Zhao called personally, so we have to give him some face.”

Feng Wenya asked, "Did Brother Dong hear a preface?"

Dong Hongkang nodded: "I was drawn in by the last two paragraphs of the preface. If it was really written by a high school student, and the main body of the poem is at this level, then he is definitely a rare literary genius."

"I heard that several universities were scrambling to buy them last night," Feng Wenya said with a smile.

Dong Hongkang said, "If I were in charge of student recruitment, I would also fight for it."

The two walked into the hotel lobby chatting and laughing. Suddenly, Feng Wenya pointed ahead and said, "That's a reporter from the Shanghai station of Southern Weekly."

Dong Hongkang pursed his lips: "The publicity campaign for 'Sprout' magazine this time is really strong."

"After several years of decline, it's rare to see a good article published, so of course we have to hype it up," said Feng Wenya.

Good morning, both of you!

The staff from Mengya came up to greet us, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then handed us the article.

I printed dozens of copies last night!

Dong Hongkang read it carefully, going over it twice: "Was this really written by a high school student?"

"Indeed."

"No separate make-up exam?"

"Make-up exams have long been banned. The New Concept Writing Competition is very professional now. The essay topics set by the organizing committee are kept secret until the semi-finals begin. The chairman of the organizing committee is the vice president of Peking University. Of the other nine committee members, one is the provost of Tsinghua University, and the other eight are all vice presidents. There is absolutely no possibility of the topics being leaked in advance!"

"Brilliant!"

"Please wait upstairs."

When the two went upstairs, wow, there were thirty or forty media outlets there.

These journalists, regardless of their usual relationship, were chatting and laughing with each other at this moment.

The topic of discussion was, naturally, that article.

Shortly afterward, the judges and the winners entered the venue.

There were too many people who won second prize or lower, so the certificates were not awarded in public, but were given out privately.

The first to go on stage to receive their award was the winner of the first prize in Group B.

They stood in two rows, holding their certificates to their chests, and left quickly after the photo was taken, without any acceptance speeches.

Next up is the first prize in Group A.

"Chen Guiliang, you stand in the middle!" Hu Weishi ran over to adjust the position.

Holding up his certificate, Chen Daxia made his debut in the center position for the first time.

"Li Haiyang, stand next to Chen Guiliang."

Li Haiyang walked over and whispered, "I got your QQ number last night. Let's chat online sometime. By the way, my username on the Mengya Forum is 'Fatty'."

Chen Guiliang laughed and said, "Then I've seen you before. You were quite scathing in your criticism of Guo Jingming."

Chen Guiliang had met "Fatty" when he was causing a ruckus on the forum. This guy had attacked Chen Guiliang's alternate account with a barrage of insults.

“Uh, well…” Li Haiyang had a sudden inspiration, “It’s possible that my cousin secretly logged into my forum account. Don’t tell Guo Xiaosi about this.”

"no problem."

"Thanks."

The thirty or forty media outlets in the audience all focused their attention on Chen Guiliang at that moment.

If "Sprout" magazine wants to create a big news story, they are happy to cooperate in order to boost sales.

However, whether to praise or criticize depends on the specific circumstances.

Unanimous praise won't maintain attention for long.

It needs someone to criticize it.

With praise and criticism, back and forth, the battle of words becomes even more interesting!
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(Thanks to Ruxuan for the generous donation.)
(A sacrifice to the author of "Reborn, I Became a God in One Book." Old Wang played a minor role in many chapters of the book, mainly responsible for cheering for the protagonist.)
(End of this chapter)