Become a salted fish girl

Chapter 77 Five Hours!Forty more!
"Hello! This way, please."

Just after Li Anan signed in, a female staff member with a badge came over to guide her.

The place where Li An'an was led was naturally Dashan and the editor-in-chief that had been preset.

soon.

Dashan and the editor-in-chief finally saw Li Anan in person.

Carrying a gray and black sports backpack, the clothes on her body are a bit childish, and she looks immature, but she can't be blamed, after all, no matter how you dress up, you can't become mature with this face and this height .

Feel for the two of you.

The first one is Moe!
Then there is an inexplicable mischievous energy!

And there is...

The young emperor didn't seem to know the two of them at all.

It's not that they have any grievances, but that some of their photos will leak out on the website, so the young emperor will not look at the female staff more than them.

Originally, Li An'an didn't want to sit in the front.

After all, she was used to it in class, and it was not a joy to sit in the last row. She didn't expect the staff to lead her to the front. It can only be said that the hospitality is hard to turn down, or she felt that she must have been cheated.

As soon as she came, she saw two people staring at her directly.

Although there are not only two of them, but also a large area around them and behind them, it's just that these two are the only ones she notices most easily.

By the way, who are these two uncles?

After thinking for a while, he took off his sports backpack, put it in front of him, and sat down.

He turned a blind eye to the two uncles around him.

The hearts of the two uncles almost collapsed.

Dashan is okay, but the editor-in-chief is the editor-in-chief, you can't even recognize this?
really!

After Li Anan sat down, he immediately looked at the front one.

I saw a big red banner hanging behind the podium in the big conference room, which read 'The First National Internet Writers Association Founding Conference'.

Then there are many small signs on it, saying what is the group CEO, the leader of the party group of the Writers Association XX and so on.

Anyway.

Go in a row, about ten people.

And seeing this posture, Li An'an thought I'd go, if everyone above had to say a few words, then it's okay.

Dashan wanted to say hello, but the host picked up the microphone.

Got it!
Can't tell.

Especially since he and Li Anan are separated by the editor-in-chief.

The host was holding a small card, and it was probably the first time he had participated in such a big meeting, so he was a little too nervous when he spoke. The microphone beeped, interrupting Dashan's movements, and then he spoke.

The first sentence, "Welcome to everyone today."

The second sentence, "I see that the people at the sign office said that they are all here, and it's getting late, so let's start right away."

The third sentence, "Next, please allow me to introduce some leaders and guests who took the time to attend our conference..."

The fourth sentence, "Finally! Chairman Zhang, vice chairman of the Writers Association, please speak."

Ah!
Very concise.

But that's how meetings should be, and it's better to be straightforward.

Above, a man who looked to be in his 50s started talking.

"Dear Internet writers and friends:"

"good morning guys!"

"I'm honored to be here today."

"After more than two years of preparation and preparation, the National Internet Writers Association has officially announced its establishment like a spring silkworm turning into a butterfly and springing up like a bamboo shoot."

"..."

"I only put forward three hopes for friends of Internet writers across the country. That is: to follow the right path, to produce high-quality products, and to become everyone."

"I believe that the Internet Writers Association will definitely be able to adapt to the development of Internet literature, win the trust of Internet writers, create new experiences and open up new prospects in the work of the Internet Writers Association!"

"thank you all!"

Talked for about ten minutes.

it is finally over.

There was also continuous applause below.

Of course, I guess it was talking, and finally the fuck was done.

The host took the microphone again.

Read the next steps.

That is to announce the pre-booked list, the list of the board of directors, the chairman: of course the man who started talking.Vice-Chairman: Basically, they are the top leaders of various online literature websites, plus the editor-in-chief of the Writers Association, professors of Chinese universities, and a very rare handful of writers who are god-level. It is estimated that they have other identities, such as a The one called Nanguan is itself a member of the Writers Association, and now it is also a member of the Network Writers Association.

conspiracy!

It's all a conspiracy!
Li Anan, of course, has no chance.

how to say.

When the meeting got here, Li An'an already felt that this thing was not meant to speak to Internet writers, you see, it's all fucking yours, right?

They belong to being led.

But if you want to jump out, probably many people are unwilling.

After all, power is a good thing, and relationships are even better.

The establishment of the Internet Writers Association is an inevitable fact, if you don't enter, then you will be at a disadvantage.

The host reads out the list.

People who have their own positions are very happy to have them, and at the same time, they suddenly feel heavy on their shoulders, a bit like when they put on the red scarf and announced the entry of the Communist Youth League. I entrust it to you!
But most of the two or three hundred people below feel bored.

Before I knew it, it was 11:30.

During the period, the chairman spoke, and a certain vice chairman spoke... To be honest, if the author of the web article is pretending to be easy to understand, then the people above are pretending to be unpredictable.

From a spiritual level, it seems that they want to improve the overall quality of network literature writers.

Li Anan couldn't help but think at that time.

Got it!

To write as you said, you must rush to the street.

Eleven fifty.

The meeting is finally over.

Seeing that the big sister of the host said that there is an executive meeting in the afternoon, it will be held in the small conference room next door. Please come to the council on time in the afternoon, so that other people don't have to attend. The meeting is over, Li Anan is in a hurry.

Dashan is also planning to stand up and introduce the editor-in-chief to Li Anan, so they know each other.

In the end, Li Anan was lucky, and rushed to the stage like an arrow!

Ask the big sister of the host for a microphone.

"Cough! Please wait a moment, everyone!"

Li Anan's voice came out.

All the people who originally wanted to leave stopped in an instant, stopped the things they were packing in their hands, stopped chatting with friends, and stopped walking out of the door.

When they saw that the speaker on the podium was Li An'an, everyone was puzzled.

"What is she running up there for?"

"Do you want to do something?"

"Do you want to overturn the old account?"

"Isn't the grievance between her and the chief executive already settled?"

"Don't you know that women like to turn over old scores?"

When Qianjin smiled, her face darkened.

In the past two months, besides myself having disputes with the young emperor, who else?

Isn't this going to go up and mention the twenty chapters of the daily update?
The blood-stained country also has a big head.

Qixuan Novel.com and the young emperor don't pay attention to it. It's over after the matter is over. Do you want to mention it again?
The boss of XX Chinese Network couldn't help but frowned.

really!

Then I saw Li Anan saying on it.

"Everyone, please wait a moment. Next, I want to ask everyone to witness one thing! That is..."

Five hours!

Forty more!
——When Li Anan uttered these two sentences, everyone was stunned.Everyone's brains seemed to have lost the ability to direct their own actions, standing there motionless like a log.

After a long time, someone slowly responded.

I thought:

"Are you joking?"

"Are you sure it's not my ears that got it wrong?"

"Forty watches in five hours? That's forty watches!"

Mountain:"……"

Editor-in-Chief: "..."

(End of this chapter)