Entertainment: God-level nanny

Mingzhu Commercial Building, Suhe Studio.

After dealing with studio matters all morning, Su Yiming started writing a novel in the afternoon, and also wrote a few songs by the way.

After all, in this world, you can never finish singing, you still have to leave some inventory.

"Yiming, good news, good news!"

Just as Su Yiming was counting the time, planning to tidy up and pick up the seedlings later, Zhu Qiwu opened the door and walked in.

"what happened?"

Su Yiming looked at Zhu Qiwu who looked excited and said, "Are you going to get married, or does your sister-in-law have a child?"

"No...no, just get married?"

Zhu Qiwu came to his senses and said, "It's you who have good news, it has nothing to do with me."

"Hey, seeing how excited you are, I thought your happy event was coming soon."

Su Yiming waved his hand and said, "What else is going on?"

"Look at this."

Zhu Qiwu handed what he was holding to Su Yiming and said, "This is the application form for the Jinghua Writers Association, and then there is an application form for the Longxia Writers Association."

Writers Association?

Su Yiming opened the file and looked at it, wondering: "Brother Zhu, why did you give this? When did I say I wanted to join the Writers' Association?"

"Hey, I didn't find this for you."

Zhu Qiwu waved his hands repeatedly and said, "You still remember Mr. Kang, right?"

"Why don't you remember?"

Su Yiming nodded and said, "I have to attend the opera ceremony held by their Opera Association in two days."

"That's enough. Mr. Kang sent this to you."

Zhu Qiwu pointed to the document and said: "According to the normal procedure, you must first apply to join the Jinghua Writers Association, and then the Jinghua Writers Association will recommend you to join the Longxia Writers Association."

"What does that count now?"

Su Yiming shook the document and said, "Fireline membership?"

"The situation is a bit special now."

Zhu Qiwu shook his head and said: "The Jinghua Writers Association has gone through special procedures. After you fill in the information and submit it, it will automatically be included in the Jinghua Writers Database.

After all, the Jinghua Writers Association is only in the early stage, and the Longxia Writers Association will be the big head later! "

The writers associations in Long Xia are divided into the Long Xia Writers Association and provincial writers associations according to the administrative unit levels from high to low.

Writers associations at the municipal and county levels further down are social organizations registered with relevant departments and are not counted as administrative units.

There are only 1 writers in the country who can join the national writers association.

Therefore, Longxia Writers Association is the highest palace of Longxia writers!

"That's it!"

Su Yiming nodded, then took out the document and read it.

In fact, the contents of the several pages of documents are pretty much the same, nothing more than name, place of origin, works, etc...

In Su Yiming's memory of his previous life, he had filled out similar application forms more than once.

"Brother Zhu, did the person arranged by Kang Bo say anything else?"

After a brief look, Su Yiming raised his head and asked, "For example, what are you going to do when you join the association? Didn't you tell me?"

"No."

Zhu Qiwu shook his head and said, "But he said that after you receive the form, if you don't understand anything, you can call Mr. Kang."

"Hey, you should have told me earlier."

Su Yiming glared at Zhu Qiwu, then picked up the phone and called Kang Longsheng.

"Dudu..."

After waiting for a few seconds, Kang Longsheng's hearty and steady voice came over: "Yi Ming."

"Uncle Kang, I didn't disturb your rest, did I?"

Su Yiming asked softly.

"No, my old man is getting older and sleeps less."

Kang Longsheng smiled and said, "You kid, you are Su He's business. How hard is it to hide it from me?"

Kang Longsheng was originally going to attend the opening of Su He's studio, but he was unable to attend because of other matters.

When Kang Longsheng saw the widespread rumor on the Internet that 'Su He = Su Yiming', he was completely confused.

What followed was a surprise. He really didn't expect that Su Yiming would have such an identity!

In this way, are you still worried that he won't be able to carry the banner of Longxia Entertainment?

"Hey, Kang Bo, I have no choice but to do this."

Su Yiming chuckled and changed the subject: "By the way, these are the application forms you gave me?"

"Oh, that's right. I have an old friend from the Longxia Writers' Association, and he came to me through some connections."

Kang Longsheng sold out his old friend unceremoniously and said:

"He knows that our Music Association has a good relationship with you, so he wants to contact me and get you into the Long Xia Writers Association.

Of course, if you don't want to, forget it, you can't force it. "

"No, it doesn't matter if you have another identity."

Su Yiming thought for a moment and said, "But I don't understand. It seems that our Longxia has no shortage of outstanding literary creators.

I am at best a part-time author, so I am not qualified to join the Longxia Writers Association, right? "

Are you not qualified enough?

Zhu Qiwu, who was sitting opposite Su Yiming, couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Is this guy just pretending, or does he not have an accurate understanding of himself?

Just because of the popularity of those two novels, I almost have to use them to earn foreign exchange abroad!

"If you are not qualified, then who is?"

Kang Long's voice was obviously aggravated as he said: "Regardless of your reputation or qualifications, you have enough weight in the literary world!

Not to mention anything else, just the quality of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" saves you from applying to join the Longxia Writers Association. What's more, you also have a copy of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp"? "

Having said this, Kang Longsheng took two deep breaths and continued: "In addition, my friend asked me to tell you that the appointment letter for the director of the Jinghua Writers Association has also been produced.

As long as you submit the application form here, he will immediately approve it and issue a letter of appointment. "

what?

Su Yiming was stunned. Is this pie in the sky?

He hasn't even joined the Writers' Association here yet, but he has snagged a director of the provincial Writers' Association?

"Uncle Kang, is it true or false?"

Su Yiming joked: "Our Jinghua Writers Association is not so short of people, right?"

"I don't know exactly what happened. Anyway, Lao Fan's tone was quite urgent."

Kang Longsheng really didn't know what was going on, but he did have to help his old friend.

"oh oh."

Su Yiming responded casually.

"Why, from what you say, you don't want to do it?"

Kang Longsheng said with a smile: "Forget it, anyway, my old man has tried his best. Don't worry, Lao Fan and I have a very strong relationship, and we won't have any quarrels just because of this trivial matter..."

"No, I do."

Su Yiming rubbed his brows helplessly. Is this old naughty boy still trying to make progress by retreating?

He shook his hand and said: "Uncle Kang, there are still a few photos missing from these application forms. I will fill them out and send them to you later."

"When the opera ceremony is held, you can just bring it to me."

Kang Longsheng said: "Don't go there alone again, it will be troublesome."

"Okay, let's leave it like this for now, Kang Bo..."

Su Yiming greeted Kang Longsheng for a few more words and then hung up the phone.

"How to say?"

Zhu Qiwu asked curiously.

"What can I say, sign it?"

Su Yiming shook his head, picked up the carbon pen from the table and filled it out with ease.

As for not signing...

Kang Longsheng would never harm him.

……

The time is 5pm.

It was time for school to end in Fanhai Kindergarten. Under the leadership of the teacher, the children from Class 2, En, lined up to leave the classroom and came to the gate of the kindergarten.

At this moment, many parents were standing outside the cordon set up by the kindergarten, and they all came to pick up their children and take them home.

Dad, where is Dad?

He Miao stood among the classmates, trying hard to stand on tiptoes, trying to find that familiar figure in the crowd.

"He Miao, dad is here!"

Suddenly, an all-too-familiar voice reached He Miao's ears.

Looking in the direction of the sound, He Miao saw Su Yiming at a glance.

"father!"

He Miao's eyes lit up, and she ran towards her father with her legs flying.