First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 125 Old Xie, drink some milk to replenish your brain

  Su Yuqi is very broken, but this is just the beginning.

  Because the awards are still going on, according to the procedure of the program group, she will be on stage to shake hands with Ang Lee later.

  ……

  When the black face towel was taken off, Li Ang’s immature and handsome face appeared.

  Dong Feifei pretended to be surprised and opened her mouth slightly, pretending to have an unbelievable expression: "Oh my God, I really didn't expect that our Mao Dun Literature Award winner, Mr. An Zhi Ruosu, is such a young handsome guy."

  Li An's mouth has a slightly upward smile: "Thank you for the compliment."

  "Excuse me, Mr. Anzhi Ruosu, how old are you this year and what is your full name?" Dong Feifei asked.

  Li Ang answered truthfully: "This year's twenty-sixth, my name is Li Ang."

   Twenty-six years old!

  This number matches his immature face.

  Although this number was completely expected by everyone, the moment it was really said, many famous writers on the scene still took a breath, and many audiences in front of the TV were breathing stagnant.

   Twenty-six years old, what a vigorous and energetic age.

  Other 26-year-olds may have just graduated from university, and then just entered work for two or three years, worrying about their livelihoods; but calm, he is already a great poet, a great writer, and the winner of the Mao Dun Literature Award!

  Everyone who looks at Ang Lee’s eyes is full of envy, and admiration!

  Yes, it is worship, complete worship.

  ……

  And when the name ‘Ang Lee’ fell.

  All the people in the pillar music composing department were shaking.

Xiao Liu jumped up for the first time, and then couldn't help crying frantically: "I'm too awesome, too awesome! I didn't expect that the boss of Li Ang is really safe and sound, but I did not expect that the boss of Li Ang is really Mao Dun. The winner of the literary prize!"

  Everyone in the composition department was in a state of extreme shock.

Xiao Liu turned his head and looked at Xie Haoran, who was still holding a water glass, his eyes widened for a while without any movement, and said: "Old Xie, look, I said that the person on stage is like Boss Li, you said at the time What? Hey, you said at the time that Ang Lee was just a small composer in the composition department, and was not in line with the Mao Dun Literature Award at all."

"What now?"

   "Boss Li Ang, he is so calm! He is the winner of the Mao Dun Literature Award!"

"No wonder the boss Li Ang didn’t come to work today. His feelings were to accept the award. The boss was too awesome and too tough. When he first came to the company, I thought he was a pure newcomer. I didn’t expect that the boss Li Ang was. The real trump card has already existed at the overlord level in the literary history world!"

   "No wonder when a group of us were guessing who is the winner of the Mao Prize, Ang Lee did not hesitate to say that it is An Zhi Ruo Su. Because An Zhi Ruo Su is him!"

   "Too strong, too strong!"

  Liu Mingqiang muttered to himself, the passionate emotions and the small admiring eyes were completely uncontrollable.

  Xie Haoran slowly and stiffly put down the tea cup in his hand, then he looked at Xiao Liu, and then at Li Ang, who became the focus of attention on the screen.

  Xie Haoran remembered that when Li Ang first entered the company, he even asked Li Ang to pour him coffee, and said that newcomers should be humble and learn a little.

  Thinking of this, Xie Haoran blushed all over.

Then, Xie Haoran raised his hand, slapped two slapped slaps on his face, and muttered to himself: My damn, I want to compete with such a horrible person. . I'm **** blind, blind!

  Coke Oven, the manager of the composition department, stared at the screen blankly, and muttered to himself: "Zhuzi Music Company, there is such a super Buddha! The existence of the pinnacle of literary history!"

  At this moment, everyone in the composition department has a lot of thoughts, but they generally have a common idea.

  Li Ang, a real king-level existence! In the future, we must try hard to indulge!

  ……

  The moment Li Ann blew himself up on his age and name, Su Yuqi's only little hope in her heart was also completely shattered in an instant.

  She only felt black before her eyes, as if the world had lost its luster.

  She always wanted to live better than her ex-husband, in order to prove that her decision was correct, and that her ex-husband was nothing useless.

  But, this time she lost terribly, terribly, terribly!

  In the literary industry, Ang Lee has become the existence she can only look up to.

   "Li Ann Na Li Ann, you hide so deep, so deep!"

  Su Yuqi leaned on the back of the seat, the eyelashes of her eyes trembled slightly, and the bright eyes revealed an extremely complex expression.

  ……

The presentation of the   Mao Awards is still going on. The total duration of the show is two hours, and now there are twenty-six minutes before the end.

  Dong Feifei smiled and said, “When Mr. Li An first came on stage, the statistics of the guessing activities launched by the show had been calculated.”

  "In the five minutes before Mr. Li An did not recite the poem, a total of 3,600 viewers commented, and only 120 of them guessed that the winner was safe and sound."

  "The show has selected 20 lucky viewers from among the hundred and twenty people, and they have received a luxurious milk package worth 300 yuan provided by Niuniu Milk.

  Dong Feifei said while operating the small remote control hidden in her sleeve.

  The screen behind the stage lights up, and then one after another list of ‘weibo names + weibo avatars’ appears.

  "Everyone, please watch the big screen. Those who have won the lucky prize, please use Weibo to privately message our official account, provide the delivery address and contact number, and we will mail it to you as soon as possible."

  ……

  3,600 people left messages, only 120 people guessed it; and this one hundred and twenty people had 20 lucky viewers.

The probability of    one-sixth can be said to be very high.

   Xiao Liu from the composing department looked at the list information on the screen eagerly.

  Look, look, look, and then he saw his head in the fourth position of the third vertical row! There is also a note next to it: "Dilly Head Liu Mingqiang"

Seeing that he was on the list of winners, Xiao Liu jumped up with excitement: "Damn, I won the prize! Manager Jiao, Lao Fang, Lao Zhang, Lao Sun... Oh, yes, and Lao Xie! My damn, I won a lottery, I won a lottery!"

   Xiao Liu pointed to the list on the screen, then glanced at the crowd and said excitedly: "When the luxury milk package comes back, I invite everyone to drink milk, hehe!"

  The few people who were named by Xiao Liu all congratulated him: "Not bad, Xiao Liu, good luck."

   "Yes, yes, sure enough, you are the most correct choice to follow Ang Lee."

   Congratulated by a group of people, Xiao Liu narrowed his eyes and looked at Xie Haoran with a smile: "Old Xie, when the milk comes back, I will give you a little more, to make up for the body and for the brain!"

  Xie Haoran's face flushed as he listened to Xiao Liu's words.

  It's fine to replenish the body, but there is a replenishment of the brain? This Nima, this is naked and mocking that his head is not enough.

   However, Xie Haoran was stunned and did not dare to say more.

  He Xie Haoran knew that he was gone in the composition department of this company!

  (End of this chapter)