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Chapter 259 The Conference Begins! (Second more)

After finishing writing, Su Zhao glanced at the young man, and said: "For the sake of your youth, I won't care too much about you. I don't have any skills, so don't say such things. It's easy to offend people. I'll give you a little song." Poetry, I hope you will encourage yourself in the future."

Throwing down these words, Su Zhao turned and left.

Although Su Zhao is only 25 or [-] years old, he has experienced too much.

Moreover, he has been at the top of the program group for a long time, so he can't help but feel a little old-fashioned when he speaks.

"Hehe, let me encourage myself. I'm not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue. I dare to say anything."

As the young man spoke, he picked up the blank paper that Su Zhao was writing on just now.

After he looked at it, he didn't speak for a long time, his face was blue and white for a while.

"What did you write??"

A lot of spectators gathered around early on, seeing the behavior of the young people, and asking questions one after another.

Mr. Ma also found it strange that the young man who was chattering just now was silent.

Taking a peek at the content on the white paper, Ma Lao was also a little surprised.

There is only one poem on the white paper.

(I.e.
Since I was young, in the deep grass, I have gradually felt basil.

People didn't know Lingyun wood at the time, and waited until Lingyun began to rise high.

The poem is very simple, and it is also a seven-character quatrain, and the meaning is also very clear, but it makes people feel emotional after reading it.

"Damn it! How dare you scold me!!" The young man crumpled the white paper into a ball, threw it out, and cursed angrily!
The onlookers were not afraid of the seriousness of the incident, picked up the ball of paper and took a look, and even read it aloud.

The meaning of this song Xiaosong is obvious, it is used to scold people, and at the same time it sets off a kind of sentiment of the author.

Many people laughed when they saw it.

"Who is this? It's very interesting. I didn't scold people. I just wrote a poem."

"Well, quite talented."

"This person has a very high emotional intelligence. He didn't scold people directly, but wrote such a poem on the spot. The original intention was to show off."

After someone explained it in this way, everyone suddenly realized that there was such a meaning.

They gave thumbs up to those who saw this.

And this person was smiling, and hurried to be humble with the people around him, "You're welcome, you're welcome, I just said it casually, I Wang Qiang, from Shanxi, screenwriter, I hope you will take care of me."

When everyone saw it, they knew that Qiangqian was a person who was very good at drilling.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he took out the business card and distributed it to everyone.

And everyone was also in the midst of the praise just now, so they could only accept it, and they had a higher opinion of Wang Qiang in their hearts.

An An Film and Television here.

The young man was so angry that he went straight back to the lounge at the back, and smashed his phone into pieces as soon as he entered the room!

"Fuck! I just wanted to come out to have fun, but I encountered such a thing. Don't let me see that kid. Make sure to let him know that offending me is definitely a very unwise choice!"

At this time, Ma Lao also followed in, seeing the broken mobile phone on the ground, feeling quite helpless.

This young man has an unusual background. He is the only son of the company's boss named E Meng.

E Meng has been living abroad all the time, luxury cars, villas, fights, it seems that there is nothing he dare not do.

A few days ago, E Meng was called back to China by his father because he made a fuss abroad.

"Young Master Meng, don't be angry. In that kind of situation, if you don't say a few words, you'll be fine. Why bother to be as knowledgeable as looking for that kind of person." Ma Lao comforted.

E Meng turned his head, sat on the chair, and pointed out angrily, "Am I wrong? He didn't even dare to show his face, obviously he was guilty! He pretended to be a big petal of garlic, maybe he did something else It’s a bad thing, I’m afraid people will recognize it.”

While cursing, he got up and left, and said to Mr. Ma: "I won't stay here anymore, go and see my dad."

Ma Lao watched the plague god leave, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Leaving the area on the right, Su Zhao felt quite depressed.

The originally good mood was ruined by the young man just now.

In the blocking stage, it doesn't really matter whether Su Zhao wears sunglasses or not.

But in his own heart, he couldn't get around it. He always felt that wearing sunglasses would make him feel more at ease.

At this time, on the high platform in front of the left area, a harsh microphone sounded, attracting the attention of many people.

Su Zhao also looked over, and found that there were many gray-haired old people sitting behind the table on the high platform, with hale and hearty faces and red faces.

Among them, Su Zhao still knew a few people. When they were doing the show, under the arrangement of the TV station, they specifically asked each other questions.

Finding a secluded corner, Su Zhao sat down and listened carefully to the people on the stage.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a light gray suit stepped onto the podium.

The middle-aged man clapped the microphone twice, turned to the audience, and said with a smile: "Welcome to the literary forum summit held by the Huaxia Literature Association. I am Zhang Wei, the vice president of the Huaxia Literature Association."

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter from the audience.

"Don't laugh, this name, there are not [-] million in the whole of China, but tens of millions. It's not surprising at all."

Zhang Wei looked at the audience with a smile and said: "This time, as usual, everyone can speak freely at this literary forum summit, and before that, we also arranged many famous writers to give lectures and teaching, which is a rare event for everyone. learning opportunities.”

"Also, in the area over there, you can also find your favorite nationally-renowned publishing houses, film and television companies, discuss cooperation, create a better future, and make a contribution to China's literary cause."

Then, the vice-chairman Zhang Wei spoke a lot in an eloquent manner, all of which were official words on the scene.

The people below were also very cooperative, applauding warmly, as if they really benefited a lot.

"Okay, I won't say anything superfluous. This time, we have invited Chang Peiyuan, a professor at Shuimu University. Everyone knows that his name is so famous that he can be seen in many places. When I hear it, I will No more introductions, let's let Professor Chang Peiyuan come up and say a few words."

Su Zhao knew that Chang Peiyuan had previously attacked him on the Internet, saying that the basis for his "Comprehensive Explanation of a Dream of Red Mansions" was far-fetched.

Su Zhao usually doesn't pay much attention to these things.

Because I wrote my own book, not for these scholars, but for the general public.

What matters is what the masses say is good.

As for these self-proclaimed learned writers, it is optional.

After speaking, Zhang Wei got off the podium.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man in his 40s came up, his hair was combed brightly, he was meticulous, his face was serious, his eyes scanned the audience directly, he looked like a scholar and teacher.

"It's a pleasure to communicate with you. I am Chang Peiyuan, a professor at Shuimu University. I am in charge of courses such as ancient poetry in the Chinese Department. I am usually very busy with work. A few days ago, the vice president Zhang Wei personally beat me up and asked Let me tell you a few words, I am a little flattered, I can only tell you some commonplace things here."

Chang Peiyuan spoke very easy-going, sat behind the podium, and said with a smile: "Actually, it's not a big deal. I like to study some ancient literature, and my favorite is Hongxue, so today I will tell you about Hongxue." .”

(End of this chapter)