The reason why Liu Rongxuan decided to stay in the office to work overtime was mainly because he wanted to reserve some time for tomorrow morning. If the manuscript was not well written, he still had time to modify it. Another thing was that he didn't want to bring these materials home.

After all the materials are ready, it will be much easier to write the manuscript. Liu Rongxuan first sorted out the selected materials and planned ideas for county magistrate Li Dong's economic development. Then, from the speech of more than half a year, he clarified which step has been made in the development plan. Finally, he excerpted his speech this time, which was linked to the overall planning ideas.

It's easy to say, but not easy to do.

When the first draft was written, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Liu Rongxuan picked up the first draft and carefully checked it. It was indeed in line with his wishes, so he re-written it.

"Dad, I won't live in the supermarket tonight."

When Liu Rongxuan returned home, his son Liu Fuquan was eating iced watermelon at home, with a very enjoyable expression.

"I won't go, I'll take a night off."

Liu Fuquan shook his head, "Son, the work has been processed."

"Yes, the manuscript is finished."

Liu Rongxuan picked up a piece of watermelon and took a bite, "Where is my mom?"

"Your mom has visited."

Liu Fuquan threw the watermelon peel into the trash can, took a tissue and wiped his mouth, "Son, I discussed it with your mother. I'll go to the No. 2 Middle School to open a supermarket, there are many students."

His voice paused, "If you take over part of the procurement business of the county party committee compound, it will be no worse than opening a supermarket at the station."

“It’s more than nothing.”

Liu Rongxuan finished eating the watermelon in a few bites, threw away the watermelon peel, pulled a tissue to wipe his mouth, and said, "Not to mention taking half, just getting one fifth of it will make money than opening a supermarket."

He paused and threw away the tissue in his hand, "However, the county party committee's business is not easy to do. People have always had suppliers. Don't expect me to help you. I'm just a minion."

"If you don't care, open the supermarket first."

Liu Fuquan waved his hand, "I believe my son will be able to make a name for himself one day. Okay, I'll go take a shower, you can rest early and go to work tomorrow."

Liu Rongxuan nodded and stood up.

After taking a shower, Liu Rongxuan felt that he had not come back to his senses. He almost exhausted his energy for this news report. When he first arrived at the Propaganda Department, he thought that writing articles was a simple matter.

The manuscript should be passed, right?

This is a thought that flashed through Liu Rongxuan's mind before going to bed.

The next morning, Liu Rongxuan did not go as early as yesterday, and he also rode a motorcycle into the county party committee compound.

"Liu Rongxuan, have your manuscript done well?"

After finishing the hygiene, Liu Rongxuan was about to wash his face when he saw Fei Rong entering the office with a smile on his face. "I just met the section chief downstairs, and he said we should take all the manuscripts."

"My manuscript was written last night."

Liu Rongxuan nodded, opened the drawer, took out the recorded manuscript, "Let's go, let's give it to the section chief together."

To be honest, Liu Rongxuan was still a little nervous. After all, Fei Rong worked a year earlier than him, and this was only the second time he wrote a manuscript alone. Moreover, it was not the kind of manuscript that copied it according to his own ideas. It was a press release written entirely according to his own ideas.
Chapter completed!