Your Talent Is Good; It’s Now Mine Chapter 112: The so-called cheated, just want too much

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"Those voices,

People who say that one generation is not as good as one generation should look at you;

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Freely learn a strategy, enjoy a love, appreciate a book, and travel to far-flung places.

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You have the right we once dreamed of - the right to choose

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So,

Let's rush, back waves!

We are in the same rushing river. "

Mu Qingmei looked at this article and couldn't put it down for a long time. She greedily recounted it like a delicacy, until the new candidate sitting opposite wanted to borrow the test questions, she reluctantly let go of this article article.

Amazing!

So exciting!

She can't wait to excerpt it and go back and show it to the people in Bai Ye!

Just from the words above, Mu Qingmei seemed to see a generous and respected elder. His eyes were full of expectations for the younger generation, and his heart was full of envy for the younger generation. It is a sincere congratulations and appreciation to the younger generation.

Although there is no author's signature, Mu Qingmei believes that this must be written by an old scholar with extensive knowledge!

I don't know where Jing Zhengwei got it from. Mu Qingmei has read a lot of books, but she has never read this splendid article. Could it be Yanjing Royal Academy's blessing to the freshmen? Well, it's very possible. After all, Xuanzhu County and Yanjing have information gaps, and then Jing Zhengwei used this article to assess us and pretend to be coercive... Oh, and deliberately not writing the author's name, do you think we would be stupid enough to think such a good article Was it written by your Jing family?

However, the exam questions were so decent, it was beyond Mu Qingmei's expectations. She thought that the test was to screen out scumbags, but now it seems that the test question is to screen out a group of conscientious literati who have deep expectations for the future, young people, and society.

I can't understand Jing Zhengwei's actions.

Wait.

Mu Qingmei thought about it, maybe this can be reversed? The better you write in this exam, the more sincere you will feel, but will you not be accepted? Only those **** who sing their praises and flatter themselves can become the backbone of this garbage newspaper?

Although there is no evidence, Mu Qingmei believes that this is the truth: first use a splendid article to arouse the enthusiasm of the candidates' hearts, and then based on their answers, find out who can really rely on the bottomless author... …

As expected of the profiteer Jing Zhengwei, this wave of reverse operations is too dirty!

I used to think that you might be a good person who can't stand the slave trade!

Although she has already sensed the truth, Mu Qingmei will still answer seriously. Although she can definitely enter the newspaper through a backdoor relationship, she still needs to work on the surface.

And the enthusiasm aroused by this article also made Mu Qingmei eager to write something to express her feelings. To be honest, she also writes short poems and prose at ordinary times. Everyone says that her writing is as powerful as her tactics~

Just as Mu Qingmei was about to start writing, she suddenly heard a quarrel from behind:

"Don't you have better clothes?"

"Sorry sorry, this is my cleanest clothes..."

Mu Qingmei turned her head and saw a young man in sackcloth and linen bowed his head repeatedly in front of the staff to apologize. His face was very tanned, his hands were thick and calloused, and it seemed that he lived by labor. Although the clothes on his body have many patches, it can be seen that they have been carefully prepared, there are not many wrinkles, and they are washed very cleanly.

But he had a very strange smell, like the smell of sewers and garbage dumps, and it soon spread out on the second floor. Mu Qingmei knew the source of this smell—the poorest slum area in the outer city, where the garbage disposal plant in Xuanzhu County was located, and the people who lived there would naturally have a stench.

The staff thought it was the smell of young people's clothes, so they were picky, but they were not too embarrassed. They handed him a registration form and motioned him to go to the long table to answer.

When the young man walked over, the peculiar smell became stronger and stronger, so that the candidates couldn't help but glared. Those who come to Jingjia Newspaper to apply for jobs are short of money, but they are not so poor that they live in the garbage slums. They are somewhat literate and even went to middle school. They don’t make a living by labor on weekdays. .

Just as the young man was about to sit down, he was glared by the person next to him. He stood beside him at a loss, Mu Qing couldn't bear it in her heart, she waved her hand and motioned him to sit in the empty seat next to her.

Everyone was answering, and the young man knew he couldn't speak, so he bowed gratefully to Mu Qingmei. It happened that there was a corner beside Mu Qingmei, he pulled the chair to the farthest distance from Mu Qingmei, put the top half of the paper on the table, and carefully picked up the test questions with only his index finger and thumb, as if he was afraid of soiling the paper.

Just as Mu Qingmei was about to answer, she suddenly heard a strange cooing sound. She blinked, turned to look at the blushing young man, thought about moving the chair over, took out a bag of dumplings from her handbag and handed it over.

She bought the dumplings on her way to the newspaper office. She plans to go back tonight and have a late-night snack after practicing the tactics.

The young man waved his hands again and again. He glanced at the dumplings and swallowed hard. Whispered, "Thank you, thank you, but I don't have to eat, thank you."

"You're so hungry that you scream... You must have been hungry for at least a day." It's not that Mu Qingmei has never been hungry before, she naturally knew how long it would take for her stomach to shrink if she didn't eat: "Eat it, It's worthless, it's hard to answer the question when you're hungry, right?"

The young man still shook his head: "No, it doesn't take much effort to answer the question, and I'll have dinner when I go back."

"That means you haven't eaten anything today?" Mu Qingmei frowned slightly: "Why?"

"It's fine." The young man whispered: "I'm here today to apply for a job at the newspaper office. I don't have to work in the morning and noon, and I can eat or not... I'm sorry, I'm not afraid of your jokes."

Mu Qing frowned, since he said so, in order to maintain his dignity, she had no choice but to take the dumpling back.

Sit back to her seat, Mu Qingmei picked up the test question again, but read out another indescribable feeling.

Right to choose.

But do young people in this land of silver and blood really have the right to choose?

Learn knowledge, enjoy love, appreciate, and travel.

Does these things have anything to do with people who can only live at the bottom and plan their lives carefully in order to survive? A person who has to save his meals until he works, is he qualified to pursue these things?

Weak people are accustomed to ridicule and denial. People with strong hearts are never stingy with praise and encouragement.

But ordinary people, who didn't grow up with countless ridicules and denials from childhood? Is it 'weak' just because he has suffered a lot? And what kind of people are those "strong-hearted people" who live in praise and encouragement?

The more she delved into it, the more she tasted different. This exciting and splendid article gradually turned into a monster that bites people in her eyes.

After all, why did her first reaction when she saw this article was joy, excitement, pride, and complacency?

That's because she thinks she's the 'houlang' mentioned in this article——

Have the right to choose, have the right to enjoy, have the right to cultivate preferences,

A young man who is envied, respected, and grateful by the 'front waves',

A new generation of youth with an infinite future.

Who doesn't want to be such a 'back wave'?

But is she? Does she fit?

She's not, she doesn't deserve it.

She, Mu Qingmei, is just one of thousands of ordinary young people. She could not help herself, and had no choice. Whether it was for this land or for her eldest brother, she would overthrow the tyranny of the Silver Blood Society and smash the fortress built by the "Front Waves" for their brutal rule.

It is not these young people who have the future, but those who live in the deep courtyard and grow up with the golden key in their hands. They are the sons of the consuls and the daughters of the bosses of the chamber of commerce. , is Jing Zhengwei.

But this article binds young people of different classes together, and binds her and Jing Zhengwei together, calling it 'Houlang', but she can't see this at first glance, and she is The rhetoric in it is deceived like a child is deceived.

This is not her problem, Mu Qingmei believes that most people who see this article will think that they are the "back waves" in it.

Young people who have a good life will feel that this article is talking to them; young people who have a bad life will also feel that this article is talking to themselves.

At a young age, who wants to admit that he is a dead bone with no choice and a bleak future?

The so-called cheating is just too much wanting.

Thinking about this, Mu Qingmei couldn't help taking a deep breath, feeling a chill penetrate her bone marrow.

Is this the real intention of Jing Zhengwei?

This article is not a hymn to praise virtues, nor is it a sincere blessing from seniors to juniors, but a piece of foolish music that inspires blood and gives hope. It makes people full of hope, but makes people subconsciously ignore the heavy barriers of reality; it makes people excited, but makes people actively follow the values ​​of this anachronism.

What a tough guy.

Very poisonous text.

At this time, Mu Qingmei finally realized that Jing Zhengwei's rank was not at the same level as other newspapers - when other newspapers only made up stories that no one believed, Jing Zhengwei had already reached a higher level. level.

A level that fools people's hearts and is awe-inspiring.

He's right, you can't refute him at all, you're even willing to believe him.

For the first time, Mu Qingmei felt that it was great that she could come to this newspaper. Otherwise, if things go on like this, maybe the people of Bai Ye will be deceived by the articles of this newspaper.

Thinking about this, Mu Qingmei also began to think about how to answer.

Although she is bound to be hired, she hopes she can come up with a brilliant essay to counter the test. I don't know who wrote this article, but no matter who it is, it means that Jing Zhengwei has an author who understands people's emotions and stirs emotions.

Public opinion can only fight back with public opinion. Although there are no literati in the white night, Mu Qingmei subconsciously feels that this should be her own responsibility.

Also, she wants to avenge herself for being fooled.

In this test question, 'following the central idea of ​​its performance, imitate a similar short essay', in her opinion, it is no less than Jing Zhengwei's sarcasm - 'Ha ha ha, look at your group of sand sculptures with blood boiling. , it's funny enough'.

Thinking about this, she thought about it for an hour. Everyone else has written and submitted it, and she is still holding back, looking like Calvin.

"That...thank you, bye."

Mu Qingmei turned her head and found that the young man had also finished writing, so she smiled and waved goodbye to him.

Looking at his thin back and washed gray clothes, Mu Qingmei suddenly felt blessed - she knew what she should write.

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At night, Le Yu was sitting in the study, and Qing Lan was sitting across from him, carefully grading the test paper with glasses on.

After watching for a while, Qing Lan couldn't help but took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, took a sip of coconut milk, and complained, "Young Master, it's up to you to accept the editor for such an important matter, I really can't bear it. take this responsibility."

"Don't be afraid, you can take any admission, I trust your vision."

But I'm short-sighted...Qing Lan asked: "But what if I have bad eyesight? It's better for you to come..."

"Don't be afraid, if there is an emergency, the young master is your strongest backing. If something happens, I will be responsible!" Le Yu said curiously.

If Qing Lan would have been moved by what she said a few days ago, but she has seen it through now - the son just doesn't want to work~IndoMTL.com~, so he just pushed all the work to her!

How could someone buy a clerk from Xiangxuehai, and then let her go to work, whether the world has changed for the better or worse... Qing Lan kept complaining in her heart, but she still continued to apply for the job honestly after taking a rest for a while 's test paper.

Meanwhile, Le Yu was also taking the exam.

He wanted to see if anyone could see the truth of the test questions.

""To Four Thousand Years Later"...Ah, praise the virtues, no no no no."

""Soul of Burning Steel"...Ah, it's such a thick, hot-blooded chicken soup, no no no no."

"For a clean and blue world"...oh, what rubbish, no."

It wasn't until Le Yu took out a test paper that he raised his eyebrows and showed a strange expression.

The title of this paper is:

《How can we work hard for decades, how can it compare with the accumulation of your generations? 》