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Liu Tiancai Walked Out of the Ravine
General Fiction山沟里走出个刘天才
Ren Yongheng
Time flies so fast, and it's golden autumn again in a blink of an eye. Newspaper offices are about to be restructured, and people are divided. The most debated question is whether to find a place in the cultural system or follow the newspaper office. Liu Tiancai didn't have much to worry about if he wanted to. He heard that the newspaper was going to be corrupted and the creditors were targeting him again. There was no money in the account, so Liu Tiancai asked Liu Fu several times to see if he could give him some more, but he couldn't get through on his mobile phone. One day I saw Nana and asked about Liu Fulai. Nana said: "Someone died in the mine. He is hiding. I can't even find this old guy." Go ahead, the creditor can hide if he can. Anyway, it is a business-to-business matter, and the pressure is usually not so tight, and it is postponed until the end of the year. The publishing matter was left to Ouyang again, and he didn't make it difficult for him. Anyway, it didn't matter much to anyone. The newspaper office was in turmoil, but everyone acted much kinder.
Time flies so fast, and it's golden autumn again in a blink of an eye. Newspaper offices are about to be restructured, and people are divided. The most debated question is whether to find a place in the cultural system or follow the newspaper office. Liu Tiancai didn't have much to worry about if he wanted to. He heard that the newspaper was going to be corrupted and the creditors were targeting him again. There was no money in the account, so Liu Tiancai asked Liu Fu several times to see if he could give him some more, but he couldn't get through on his mobile phone. One day I saw Nana and asked about Liu Fulai. Nana said: "Someone died in the mine. He is hiding. I can't even find this old guy." Go ahead, the creditor can hide if he can. Anyway, it is a business-to-business matter, and the pressure is usually not so tight, and it is postponed until the end of the year. The publishing matter was left to Ouyang again, and he didn't make it difficult for him. Anyway, it didn't matter much to anyone. The newspaper office was in turmoil, but everyone acted much kinder.

The Aroma of Wine in Dreams
General Fiction梦中的酒香
Ren Yongheng
Today is Saturday, and I have been invited to attend a work discussion. This would be great. Just open your mouth and you will get fruit to eat and three hundred yuan for transportation. If the author is more generous, he can also pack a good cigarette. On the top floor of Pavel Hotel, the conference room is well decorated. The angular banners still have gold letters. They are a bit vulgar but look quite auspicious. I remember that in the early 1980s, if there was a work discussion meeting, the author would be like a chicken being slaughtered. But now it is different. It is the literati who advocates harmony and implements the best, and they have been slept with by bees. Therefore, the work discussion meeting is like the author marrying a little wife, and he is happy. The target person holding the work was from another county and was not familiar with him. The director of the Literary Research Institute then recruited people and said on the phone that your provincial newspaper should have a reporter to come and it would be best to send out news. He glanced at that person from a distance.
Today is Saturday, and I have been invited to attend a work discussion. This would be great. Just open your mouth and you will get fruit to eat and three hundred yuan for transportation. If the author is more generous, he can also pack a good cigarette. On the top floor of Pavel Hotel, the conference room is well decorated. The angular banners still have gold letters. They are a bit vulgar but look quite auspicious. I remember that in the early 1980s, if there was a work discussion meeting, the author would be like a chicken being slaughtered. But now it is different. It is the literati who advocates harmony and implements the best, and they have been slept with by bees. Therefore, the work discussion meeting is like the author marrying a little wife, and he is happy. The target person holding the work was from another county and was not familiar with him. The director of the Literary Research Institute then recruited people and said on the phone that your provincial newspaper should have a reporter to come and it would be best to send out news. He glanced at that person from a distance.