Shen Yongmao raised his head and raised his chest: "I have been specially invited to write an exclusive preface to this collection of poems and provide exclusive commentary."
Lin Tailai: ""
Even if the old leader in the literary world is unwilling to write a preface, wouldn't it be more honorable to ask the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue or the Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Civil Affairs to write the preface to the poetry collection?
Forget it, forget it, I am working alone in the literary world anyway, and I don't need to rely on big bosses to add glory to it. It doesn't matter if Shen Yongmao writes the preface.
After Lin Guanren thought about it, he made a small condition to Uncle Shen: "I can let you write the preface, but you are responsible for settling the matter with your father!"
"It's easy to talk about it, I'll take care of it." Shen Yongmao agreed.
Then he said: "The collection of poems must end with your first prize in essays. It should not only include your own works, but also preferably some poems donated to you by others, as well as poems written by others describing your success in winning nine yuan in a row.
So you should mobilize your relatives and friends in the near future to write more poems for you, so that you can select the best ones for publication."
"I know." Lin Daguan responded casually, and then left the Shen Mansion.
There are still a lot of things going on today, and if I don’t take a preemptive strike, I’ll feel unhappy.
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Chapter completed!