owlsbooks Chapter 66 My Secretary Father
Chapter 66 My Secretary Father
"The first prize-winning entry in this year's Red Bean Cup—"
"My Father, the Secretary!"
"Author: Jia Quan (pseudonym)."
The moment the question was posed, an absurd atmosphere filled the entire conference room.
But next second.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Thunderous applause!
The judges, who had just looked regretful as if they had lost a million dollars, instantly underwent a Sichuan opera-style face-changing act.
Their faces beamed with enthusiastic smiles, as if the person who had just spoken out for "Seeing or Not Seeing" was not them at all.
The old poet gave a thumbs-up, his face radiating righteousness:
"What a beautiful poem! What a beautiful poem!"
"Although the title seems straightforward, the content... well, the content is extremely profound!"
"That's right!" the female judge quickly echoed, "Although this poem's language isn't as ornate as the second-place poem, its theme is remarkably lofty!"
"It profoundly reflects the author's admiration for his father, and... his determination to serve the people!"
"Especially one line in the poem, 'Later I learned that the lamp in my father's study illuminated the path forward for the entire city,' is so beautifully written!"
"While it may be slightly inferior in terms of literary merit, it completely crushes the second-place contender in terms of positive energy!"
"Second place is about petty love and romance, first place is about national sentiment! First place is well-deserved!"
"I heard the first-place author is only 15 years old? That's practically genius!"
The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction.
That's right.
Everyone here is smart enough to know that this is called calling a deer a horse... oh no, it's called having discerning eyes.
"Since everyone agrees, then it's settled."
"Contact the publicity department immediately and announce the award results..."
"Ring ring—!!!"
A sudden, sharp ringtone interrupted the middle-aged man's actions.
He frowned and picked up his phone from the table.
Caller ID: [Nephew].
This is the genius author who wrote "My Secretary Father".
The middle-aged man's originally serious face instantly blossomed into a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum.
He pressed the answer button and even turned on speakerphone so that everyone could hear the champion's voice.
Her voice was so gentle it could melt your heart:
"Feed? My dear nephew!"
"What's wrong? Are you getting impatient?"
A young man's voice, slightly choked with sobs, came from the other end of the phone:
"Uncle! It's me!"
The middle-aged man, oblivious to anything amiss, was still smugly boasting about his achievement:
"Oh, Uncle's here!"
"Don't you trust your uncle to handle things?"
"I have great news for you! Your poem has been approved for review by your uncle!"
"Not only was she selected, she came in first place! First prize!"
"The judges unanimously approved! Everyone praised you as a literary genius; that poem was absolutely brilliant!"
"We're about to send out the results..."
"Don't!!!"
Suddenly, a piercing scream came from the other end of the phone, sounding like a pig being slaughtered.
"Uncle! Retreat! Retreat now!"
"I'm not participating! I'm withdrawing from the competition!"
"Don't send this out! I'm dead if you do!"
The middle-aged man was stunned: "Huh? Why? This is the first place..."
Just then.
A series of dull thuds came from the other end of the phone as a belt lashed against flesh.
Immediately following was a deep, furious roar from a middle-aged man:
"You unfilial son!"
"First place?!"
"Why did you have to write 'My Secretary Father'?!"
"You're afraid the disciplinary committee won't find your father, are you? Huh?!"
"I'm going to beat you to death today, you piece of trash! Withdraw from the competition right now!"
Snapped!Snapped!
Two more lashes.
"Waaaaah... Dad, stop hitting me! Uncle! Withdraw from the competition! I'm not participating!"
"Beep...beep...beep..."
The phone hangs up.
In the conference room.
A deathly silence.
All the judges gaped, their expressions of admiration for the genius frozen in time, like a group of sculptures.
Disheveled in the wind.
"Cough cough..."
After a long while, the middle-aged man awkwardly put down his phone, his face turning pale and then flushed in turns, a truly fascinating sight.
"that……"
"I just received the notification."
"The first-place winner... has voluntarily withdrawn from the competition due to family reasons after much deliberation."
The judges exchanged glances.
Instead of disappointment, they saw a hint of ecstatic relief in each other's eyes.
This is justice from heaven!
But we still need to put on a good show.
One of the veteran judges immediately adopted a pained expression, slapping his thigh:
"Oh dear! What a pity!"
"The literary world has lost a genius!"
"Such a simple and beautiful poem, it's such a great loss to readers that it can't be published!"
Everyone echoed this sentiment, offering insincere blessings:
"Yes, yes, I hope this young friend will feel better after his injury... oh no, I hope he'll participate again next time."
After the play is finished.
The middle-aged man took a deep breath, crumpled the manuscript of "My Secretary Father" into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.
then.
He picked up the book he had previously ranked second, "Seeing or Not Seeing".
His eyes instantly became clear.
"Since the first-place winner has withdrawn from the competition."
"Then, according to the rules, the rankings will be adjusted accordingly."
"Li Bai's 'Seeing or Not Seeing'..."
"He took the place of first."
"Everyone, does anyone have any objections?"
This moment.
The judges' smiles finally looked genuine.
That feeling of pure, genuine comfort was even better than drinking an ice-cold cola on a sweltering day.
Although we lost a genius who relied on his father's connections.
But what they welcomed was a true genius who could uphold the Red Bean Cup and shake the literary world!
"No objections!"
"Absolutely no objection!"
"This is exactly what everyone wants!"
The middle-aged man nodded, a relieved smile appearing on his face.
"good!"
"Since it passed unanimously..."
"Then I'll release the match results immediately!"
"Let everyone see just how amazing our Red Bean Cup winner really is!"