Lin Yuan had already made his preparations.
He planned to go all out for this grand event.
Hmm.
That was the plan.
However, plans can never keep up with changes.
Just when Lin Yuan thought he was going to participate wholeheartedly in the Mount Lu Poetry Conference, Li Songhua suddenly called him:
"Come to the office."
"What's up?"
"Someone is looking for you."
Lin Yuan didn't know who was looking for him, but he still went to Li Songhua's office.
Three minutes later.
Lin Yuan, inside Li Songhua's office, saw a middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa, drinking tea.
"Teacher Admirable Fish."
The middle-aged woman's eyes lit up when she saw Lin Yuan, and she smiled as she stood up and extended her hand:
"Hello, I am a director from the Literature and Art Association's Qin Continent branch, you can call me Ms. Huang."
"Hello."
Lin Yuan shook hands with her.
The chairman laughed and said, "I've brought the person, so I'll leave you two to chat."
"Thank you."
