Reckless man of entertainment who started from a novel

Chapter 199 No matter how well written a three-line poem is, it's better to be a good father! 【Subscribe】

end of december.

The annual three-line poetry competition held by the Modern Poetry Association has come to an end.

The three-line poetry competition is nationwide, and every year it cooperates with the literary clubs of major universities. This event can be regarded as a warm-up for the modern poetry conference to be held later.

Modern Poetry Association Headquarters.

Conference room on the second floor.

After an afternoon of selection, the members of the Association selected many outstanding works from the massive submissions. The creators of these outstanding works will not only receive certificates and rewards issued by the Modern Poetry Association, but will also jointly publish a three-year novel of the year. Quotes collection.

For a fledgling literary newcomer, this kind of treatment for publishing a book, even if it is co-publishing a book with other people, is very rare.

After finishing the list, the secretary-general went straight to the chairman's office.

"Boom boom boom!"

Inside the office.

Yao Chongguang was working at his desk, but Zheng Guoqiang was still buzzing in his ears like an annoying fly.

"Brother, you can't ignore me!"

"Brother, how many days have passed, you can help me find a way!"

"For the sake of us being a master, you must give brother a hand!"

I haven't seen him for a few months, and Zheng Guoqiang's head is much bald again, and he looks extremely depressed and pitiful.

He was half-sitting on the sofa, leaning forward, complaining to Yao Chongguang all the time.

For a middle-aged person like him, beauty is not the first need, power is his favorite!
these days.

His position was swept through to the end, and all the people who usually surrounded him and flattered him disappeared all of a sudden.

In the past, my uncle would definitely bring his daughter and grandson back for a meal every week. According to the uncle, no matter how busy he is, he should respect himself and come to visit him.

But since he lost a series of titles and positions, my uncle seems to have become busier, not to mention taking his daughter and grandson home for dinner, and he doesn't even have the time to call him in a week.

Zheng Guoqiang really had enough of this strong sense of gap!

Time has passed for so long, and the public opinion has long since paid no attention to him. He came here this time just to ask himself, a high-ranking senior brother, to help him out.

For the sake of their common master - Mo Ziyuan, do him a favor and give him a hand!
Yao Chongguang raised his head and glanced at Zheng Guoqiang. He wanted to be disgusted with this cheap junior in front of him, but he was his own junior after all, so he couldn't just ignore it!

Otherwise, how would outsiders see him?

Yao Chongguang took off his glasses and said to the anxious Zheng Guoqiang: "I will deal with your affairs later, let me finish my business first!"

"Hey, hey, brother, you go ahead, I don't mind!" Zheng Guoqiang nodded repeatedly.

"Come in!" Yao Chongguang shouted.

The secretary-general pushed the door open, and cast a glance at Zheng Guoqiang from the corner of his eye. He naturally knew what was going on, but it was inconvenient for him to intervene in matters concerning the leadership.

These days, more things are worse than less things.

Who doesn't personally sweep the snow in front of the door, and don't care about the frost on others' roofs?
The secretary-general walked to the office, took out the list of winners of the three-line poem contest selected by everyone, handed it to Yao Chongguang, and said, "President, this is the list of winners of the three-line poem contest that everyone judged first, you can take a look."

"It's a trivial matter, you can just deal with it!" Yao Chongguang looked at the secretary-general and said with a smile: "Xiao Shi, I can rest assured that you will handle things!"

Having said that, it is mainly because of this three-line poetry competition, which is just a warm-up for the follow-up modern poetry conference.

It doesn't really matter who wins and who doesn't.

He has been busy all day preparing for the modern poetry conference, and Zheng Guoqiang is chattering beside him. He is so busy that he is dizzy, so how can he have the time to pay attention to these trivial matters?
The Secretary-General's face was a little subtle: "President, you'd better take a look..."

"Huh?" Yao Chongguang put on his glasses and asked, "What do you say?"

The Secretary-General tilted his head to look at Zheng Guoqiang and signaled with his eyes.

Yao Chongguang waved his hand: "Zheng Guoqiang is my younger brother, not an outsider. If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Hey!" Hearing what Yao Chongguang said, the Secretary-General also said something: "The result of this selection is very smooth, or quite smooth, because the top eight in the three-line poetry competition are all from East China Communication University!"

Zheng Guoqiang: "???"

Yao Chongguang: "!!!"

Zheng Guoqiang interjected: "Secretary-General, are you talking about East China Communication University where Li Xiang works?"

Hearing this, the Secretary-General nodded with a wry smile: "Yes, that's what you think in your heart!"

"Also..." The Secretary-General hesitated for a while: "I have a sentence, I don't know if I should say it or not.

Yao Chongguang: "Speak directly if you have something to say."

"Actually, the top ten in this competition should be East China Communication University, not the top eight. It's just that the last two songs are signed by Li Xiang, so I picked them out."

When Zheng Guoqiang heard Li Xiang's name, he gritted his teeth fiercely, thinking that the road to Yuanjia is really narrow!

Yao Chongguang stretched out his hand and said, "Show me those two poems written by Li Xiang!"

"Hey, that's good!" The secretary-general had been prepared for a long time, pulled out two documents from the folder, and handed them to him: "President, look at these two documents."

Yao Chongguang took the document and took a closer look.

【The crab is peeling my shell, the notebook is writing about me】

【I am all over the sky, falling on maple leaves and snowflakes】

[And you are thinking of me! 】

……

【See a deer in deep forest】

【See whales when the sea is blue】

【See you when I wake up】

A playful smile appeared on Yao Chongguang's face and he said, "Secretary-General, you are very considerate. Throw these two poems into the waste paper pile."

"Okay!" The secretary-general knew the result a long time ago, and nodded, "Then what about the remaining eight poems?"

"Do you think the other eight songs can be compared with these two?"

"It's a little bit worse, but it's not much worse!" The Secretary-General replied after hearing the words.

Hearing this, Zheng Guoqiang expressed his doubts in his heart: "Brother, could the other eight poems also be written by Li Xiang?"

Yao Chongguang and the Secretary-General looked at each other, they both laughed and said nothing, Yao Chongguang nodded and said, "It's possible!"

"And it's huge!"

"Then we?" Zheng Guoqiang looked at the two of them and asked.

Yao Chongguang tapped the table with his finger and smiled at the Secretary-General, and said to Zheng Guoqiang: "These days are about a rare fool!"

"Not to mention that the remaining eight poems are all deposed, and if they are found out, how bad will the impact be? What a bad impact it will have on the subsequent modern poetry conference!"

"Just because these eight poems are signed by other people, we will act according to the rules. The number should be the number!"

"I just want to tell Li Xiang clearly that if I'm with you one day, in the field of modern poetry, you won't be able to stand out."

"Huh?" The words were too complicated, and Zheng Guoqiang didn't understand it for a while, so he asked:

"Then what if he directly exposed that all ten poems were written by him?"

"Wouldn't the impact be worse by then?"

"Easy!" Yao Chongguang explained:
"If he really does this, just find a temporary worker to push him to his death, and refuse to change his ranking due to the fairness of the event! But he can be compensated for his qualification to participate in the Modern Poetry Conference!"

Zheng Guoqiang didn't understand, since these eight poems could be thrown into the waste paper pile like the other two, why do these extra things?
"Brother, why are you doing this? Once Li Xiang reveals the truth, public opinion will definitely support Li Xiang. Will our association be more passive by then?"

"Passive? Be passive!" Yao Chongguang smiled and said, "Taking this opportunity to hype up the upcoming modern poetry conference and then apologizing to the public will save the netizens."

"Let's invite Li Xiang to participate in the Modern Poetry Conference again, give him a chance to prove himself, and let him lose completely, okay?"

"So, compared to the fact that the other eight poems were not written by him, I really hope that the remaining eight poems are written by him!"

The Secretary-General is indeed the roundworm in Yao Chongguang's stomach. He guessed Yao Chongguang's thoughts early in the morning.

"Just in case, I mean just in case." Zheng Guoqiang leaned forward and explained: "Although Li Xiang hasn't written many modern poems, the generation of his poems is enough to prove that he has a hand in the field of modern poems." of."

"What if he wins? Aren't we more embarrassed?"

Yao Chongguang pointed to himself, then pointed to the secretary-general, and finally said to Zheng Guoqiang: "The entire Modern Poetry Association, up to the organizer, up to the judges, down to the contestants, are all my people!"

"Literary creation and literary evaluation are highly subjective. Unless he writes shocking modern poems, whoever I want to win will win!"

After finishing speaking, Yao Chongguang handed the activity plan of the Modern Poetry Conference that he had just compiled to the secretary-general, and said, "Follow what I said, and the Modern Poetry Conference should be publicized as soon as possible!"

"Yes, we understand."

After the secretary-general left, there were only two people left in the entire office.

Zheng Guoqiang leaned in front of Yao Chongguang, thinking that no wonder he was firmly seated as the vice chairman of the Writers Association, but I was so downcast!

The rivers and lakes are not about fighting and killing, it's about the ways of the world!
Zheng Guoqiang showed a flattering expression, and said with a flattering smile: "Brother, you are really skilled!"

"Hmph!" Yao Chongguang shook his head and chuckled twice: "Don't say that I, a senior, don't take care of you. One of the participants in the Modern Poetry Conference this time is Master Zhen's daughter, Zhen Shenshen!"

"I let you be the judge, and Bao Zhenshen will go all the way to the finals, understand!"

"Understood, I understand!" Zheng Guoqiang nodded again and again, patting his chest and almost swore: "I will definitely be a good judge! Definitely!"

"Well, go get busy!"

"Hey, hey, I'm going!"

Zheng Guoqiang retreated in response.

Yao Chongguang got up and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the corners of his mouth raised inexplicably, obviously very excited.

Who is Master Zhen?
That's everyone in the literary world!
The leader of the neutral faction of the Writers Association!

As long as he is recruited, won't the chances of winning the Writers' Association selection next year be greater?
It's up to man to make things happen, and to be on the safe side, of course he wants Master Zhen to owe him a favor!

Master Zhen has lived most of his life and is sophisticated in the world. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is an old fritters. Naturally, he will not show his feet easily.

But what about his most precious daughter?

man...

It is impossible to live in this world without weaknesses!
Of course, Yao Chongguang also made two-handed preparations, as long as Li Xiang agreed to participate in the modern conference, then he couldn't help but not take this muddy water!

Deng Wenhu wants to compete for the position of chairman of the Writers Association?

Go dream!

Mr. Zhen is all my people.

How can you argue with me?
Of course, all of this must be based on the successful implementation of his plan.

But the problem is, not to mention that Yao Chongguang has become the president of the Modern Poetry Association by virtue of his own ability, and the No. 1 of the Modern Poetry Association, these are all heavyweight honors!
And it was all by his own efforts, without relying on the help of others.

It's just that this huge Modern Poetry Association is his from top to bottom. He is also the golden sign of the Modern Poetry Association. He can't lose, and he can't fall down.

Others naturally know what to do!
The Modern Poetry Conference is held once a year, even at a loss.

What for?
For that little influence?
For the little money allocated by the Cultural and Entertainment Office?
Do not!
neither!
Young people need a platform to become famous!
The older generation needs to help their children!
Middle-aged people need a platform to show their influence!

And he!

All that needs to be done is to build a stage and sing this good show for everyone. When the good show ends, some people will naturally change from others to their own people.

And the more people he has, the bigger his cards will be!
In the final analysis, the Modern Poetry Conference is nothing more than a drama of people carrying people on bridal sedan chairs!

Unfortunately……

Some people think it is a ladder to climb to the sky, but they don't know that before climbing the ladder to the sky, they need to worship the mountain gate!

……

the next day.

Li Xiang followed a group of folk music masters to the Honggutan Theater in Changcheng by car.

Today's performance lasted about one and a half hours. "Small Knife Club Overture" was performed at the end as the finale, and the opening was naturally performed by other folk music masters.

After arriving at the theater, Mr. Gao waited here early.

Seeing Li Xiang walk forward in three steps and two steps, he patted his shoulder and said: "You have worked hard during this time!"

"Wherever it is, I should do it!"

Li Xiang nodded.

"Okay, don't wait here, go to the backstage and get ready!" Elder Gao waved and led everyone to the backstage.

outside the theater.

Many people are waiting to enter.

"Who is the scalper? I want to buy a ticket!"

"Where are the scalpers? Don't you want to do business?"

"Hold on tight, are there any scalpers?"

A group of people shouted around.

The scalpers are directly confused, what is the situation?
The scalper looked at the ticket in his hand, that's right, it's a folk music ensemble, and this ticket is so popular?

A scalper walked over cautiously, and asked tentatively, "Friend, do you want to cut the ticket?"

"My ticket is still in the front row! It's not easy to handle!"

Dai Xuewen's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to speak, Lu Jingjing took the first step and directly grabbed the ticket: "How much is it?"

The scalper rubbed his hands and smiled honestly: "This beauty, we have earned hard money. The original ticket price is 350 yuan. If you really want to buy it, you can take [-]!"

After Lu Jingjing listened, without further ado, she scanned the QR code and transferred [-] yuan.

So straightforward, so forthright, the scalpers were taken aback.

"Hey, no, whether you say first come first served or not, I was the one who asked first!"

Lu Jingjing didn't even look at Dai Xuewen, and went straight to the theater with the ticket, but the performance was about to start.

Dai Xuewen was annoyed, but there was nothing he could do. He turned around and asked, "Do you have any other tickets?"

"Yes! Of course there is!" The scalper was overjoyed.

Who would have thought that tickets for today's folk orchestra performance would be so easy to sell.

Those who yelled to buy scalper tickets were basically those fans who couldn't buy tickets online and wanted to be there in person to support Li Xiang.

I've rushed over here, can I still do some work with this little money?

(End of this chapter)