Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 314 Being sarcastic is not as effective as direct confrontation.
"A young man has arrived!"

Everyone couldn't help but sigh, because Zeng was really too young.

As Zeng Wenjie walked onto the stage, he thought to himself dramatically, "I was thirty-six when I was reborn. Even if we calculate it by my soul age, it shouldn't be against the rules, right?"

Reporters snapped photos incessantly, their lights flashing brightly.

Yuan Xiuqin couldn't help but murmur softly, "So handsome!"

Zeng Wenjie usually adopts the "handsome but roguish" style that Shi Jing described, or more accurately, the roguish charm.

But when he comes to such formal occasions, he can exude a very upright aura and temperament, looking sunny and handsome, a fine young man!

After all, Zeng Wenjie used to often hold up leek products in his live streams and say with a straight face and sincerity: "Brothers, trust me, use this product for a cycle and see how your strength and dimensions change! I would never deceive my own brothers."

So, his "family" thought he was very sincere and honest, and placed a series of orders, which allowed this honest man to wear a Rolex and drive an Escalade.

Standing on the awards stage, Zeng Wenjie smiled as the host briefly outlined his identity and achievements, the most outstanding of which was undoubtedly his role as the planner of "The Voice of China".

Then, Zeng Wenjie received the crystal trophy and certificate from the leaders of the Propaganda Department of Chongshan Province.

Holding the trophy and certificate, he delivered a speech without notes, reciting the acceptance speech that Ms. Feng had personally written for him.

But he added one more person to the original list of people to thank: Professor Ge, who had told him to get out of the classroom today.

Old Ge is a highly respected figure in Fengyuan, so if we get a chance to film him, we'll definitely film him hard.

I believe that after this incident, Lao Ge will never fail his course again at the end of the semester.

"Wow, this kid's speech is really good! It's impressive, composed, and of a very high standard! Did he write it himself?"

After listening to this, one leader felt that the style sounded very familiar and couldn't help but ask the person next to him.

"It should have been written by him. The draft written by Secretary Ye still deviates from this style."

A leader who was familiar with Ye Yixuan nodded and applauded with a smile.

"This young man is really good. He has the ability and vision. This manuscript is several times better than the previous ones."

The leader couldn't help but offer a word of praise.

After taking a group photo with the leaders of the Publicity Department, Zeng Wenjie stepped down from the stage and returned to his seat.

He couldn't resist taking a picture with his phone.

Unfortunately, the internet is not developed enough these days, and mobile phones don't have the "upload picture" function. You can't even post a picture in a QQ chat group to show off, let alone post a status update to impress your fellow villagers.

"I'm so good that Professor Gao will hang me on the wall of distinguished alumni," Zeng Wenjie thought to himself.

A youth who doesn't show off is wasting his youth!

After the awards ceremony, Zeng Wenjie was surrounded by reporters and gave interviews.

He spoke earnestly and full of positive energy, quickly finishing the process, thinking to himself that it was finally time to eat.

Zeng Wenjie and the nine other award recipients exchanged contact information and got to know each other briefly.

A man who won the award at the age of 38 was quite jealous of him, and he was practically spitting out lemon juice when he spoke.

Logically speaking, there are a few people Zeng Wenjie should call "uncle" or "aunt".

"Wenjie, congratulations on winning such a prestigious award! And your acceptance speech was brilliant; I reckon it will be quoted and reprinted by all the major news media outlets." Yuan Xiuqin finally found an opportunity to come closer and congratulate Zeng Wenjie.

She was one of the most beautiful girls on campus, the president of the photography club, and a campus reporter; she had many accolades.

In the eyes of most boys, she was an unattainable goddess, an outstanding senior who was difficult to approach.

But now, if she wants to congratulate Zeng Wenjie, she has to bite the bullet and squeeze her way up.

This disparity in their social status left her with a persistent sense of emptiness.

"Thank you, senior. Please treat me to a meal later and congratulate me!" Zeng Wenjie said with a grin.

"Really? Then please don't refuse when I invite you to dinner." Yuan Xiuqin's eyes lit up as she said happily.

There are so many people who want to treat her to a meal that they could line up all the way to Fengyuan, but now, after hearing Zeng Wenjie's joking remark that she should treat him to a meal, she is so happy that her face lights up with a smile.

Yuan Xiuqin asked, "Can I take a picture with you? You're a big celebrity now! You're a star contestant on 'The Voice of China' and one of the top ten outstanding youths in Chongshan Province."

Zeng Wenjie said, "No problem, I'll find a reporter to help." Yuan Xiuqin then asked the reporter who had a bit of an entertainment gossip vibe to help her. She handed her the camera and took a few pictures with Zeng Wenjie.

"Senior, I won't be able to entertain you any longer. I'm going to have lunch with the leaders first, and I guess I'll have a small meeting or something this afternoon..." Zeng Wenjie said regretfully.

"Okay, Wenjie, you go ahead and do your work. I'm just going to grab a bite to eat and then head back to school!" Yuan Xiuqin said.

Zeng Wenjie nodded.

Yuan Xiuqin said, "Keep it up, and strive to be among the top ten nationwide next year!"

Zeng Wenjie grinned and said, "I'll do my best!"

Those around him just chuckled when they heard this, taking it as the impulsive words of a young man in the presence of a beautiful woman.

Getting into the top ten in the province is already the ceiling for countless people; wanting to get into the top ten nationwide? That's simply a pipe dream!
Yuan Xiuqin was also aware that this was just a polite way of encouraging her.

"Wow, he's really amazing! His rise to power is incredibly fast!" Yuan Xiuqin thought to herself as she watched Zeng Wenjie's retreating figure.

The ten outstanding young people who received awards today were all seated at a banquet. The food arranged by the hotel was plentiful and tasted good.

They then started chatting while eating.

It seems that because of his age, they all ostracized Zeng Wenjie and didn't talk to him much.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Zeng Wenjie didn't bother to talk. He just looked down at his food and started piling on the best prawns.

"Young man, watch your table manners, don't eat so badly!" The 38-year-old man with a receding hairline couldn't help but complain. He works for a state-owned enterprise.

“Sigh, it’s good to have connections. So young, and you can win an award. Unlike us, we’ve worked hard for over ten years to get this precious opportunity.” These were the words of a 37-year-old woman.

With just two simple sentences, Zeng Wenjie was placed on the opposite side of everyone.

Although they had just exchanged numbers out of politeness, they were still bothered by Zeng Wenjie's age when he won the award.

Zeng Wenjie smiled calmly and said, "That stable boy doesn't know he's a donkey, and that bird doesn't know he's a chicken. Brothels have always pretended to be elegant, and eunuchs have always been fond of a prestigious reputation."

After saying this, he stuffed a large shrimp into his mouth and began to chew it expressionlessly.

The group didn't quite understand what Zeng Wenjie meant, but they could tell he was being sarcastic, and their faces turned ugly.

The Mediterranean-looking man then said, "Having a powerful backer is really impressive. He speaks with veiled barbs and doesn't respect us seniors at all."

The woman chimed in, "Yes, no wonder he's a college student with connections; his words are so eloquent."

The others who disliked Zeng Wenjie also joined in with sarcastic remarks.

"I'm eighteen and I've accomplished what you can't even do in your thirties. Shouldn't you be reflecting on yourselves?"

"Are you still trying to frame me?"

"In times without heroes, I have been made to be known as a mere scoundrel."

Zeng Wenjie put down his chopsticks, already full, and said with a disdainful expression.

The Mediterranean-looking man was secretly annoyed and asked, "What did you say? What do you mean?"

Zeng Wenjie quickly waved his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I wasn't targeting you..."

"What I mean is, all of you here who are making sarcastic remarks about me are trash."

After saying this, he got up and left his seat.

What the hell? I'm eighteen years old, a hot-blooded young man, am I supposed to just take it all in?

Before Xiao Yan rose to prominence, he still knew to say, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential!"

My family now earns hundreds of thousands of yuan a day, and "The Voice of China" is a huge success. Why should I put up with your filthy behavior?
As soon as the proud young man left his seat, the leader beckoned him and said, "Xiao Zeng, come here, let me introduce you to some important leaders. They all admire you very much!"

Zeng Wenjie immediately slid down to his knees at lightning speed, "Hey, I'm coming!"

The group of people present looked at each other, but the three "outstanding young people" who had never shown any dissatisfaction were in a good mood and had no negative emotions.

Gu Long was right after all: wherever there are people, there is a world of martial arts, and wherever there is a world of martial arts, there will be conflict.

After Zeng Wenjie sat down, he glanced back and thought to himself that he had already restrained himself by not imitating Brother Crow.

(End of this chapter)