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Ye Zhiqiu, who was sitting in the first row, felt a bit uncomfortable.

He always felt like there were hundreds of people watching him from behind. Although there were also cases where thousands of people were staring at him on the stage, this was different.

The key point was that his future father-in-law was sitting next to him...

The two men seemed to have a tacit understanding. Their faces were serious and their eyes were looking directly at the stage. There was an awkward atmosphere between them...

The summary meeting began, and the first thing was the expected leader's speech.

It should be the leader of the station. He came on stage to summarize the achievements of "China Poetry Conference" and listed a long list of data.

He spoke quite well, and his eyes hardly looked at the manuscript in his hand, which showed that he had already memorized these data.

However, Ye Zhiqiu still felt a little drowsy and uninterested.

During the period, the gray-haired leader mentioned Ye Zhiqiu's name when expressing his gratitude to the staff behind the scenes.

Everyone in the field looked at Ye Zhiqiu in the first row.

Ye Zhiqiu was "forced to work" again, smiled politely, and received a large number of equally kind smiles.

After the leaders of the station finished speaking, it was the turn of Minister Wu of the Cultural Bureau.

In the morning, he recorded songs in the recording studio, Sun Tianwang invited him to dinner at noon, and came directly to the meeting in the afternoon. Gradually, Ye Zhiqiu felt that his eyelids were a little heavy.

Minister Wu was very friendly and humorous, and he would laugh from time to time.

Every time he laughed, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but nod his head and tried his best to open his eyes...

Yu Zhengdao on the side noticed Ye Zhiqiu's abnormality, his eyes flickered slightly but he didn't say anything.

In a daze, Ye Zhiqiu heard Qin Dewen also say a few words, and then he went to Yu Zhengdao next to him and seemed to say something like "support as always".

Ye Zhiqiu didn't listen to what the two said at all, but he remembered that it was very brief and very much to his liking.

Once a person's sleepiness comes, it can't be stopped. In fact, as long as you get through the most sleepy period, it will be fine, but it is precisely this period that is the most uncomfortable.

Ye Zhiqiu found that sitting in the first row also had its advantages. With his eyelids half open and half closed, the people behind him would look at the back of his head anyway and would not notice him.

After Yu Zhengdao finished speaking, he turned to the TV station leader and said something, but Ye Zhiqiu did not pay attention to it anymore.

Suddenly, his foot seemed to be hit by someone's foot. Ye Zhiqiu, who was daydreaming, vaguely thought that the space under the stage was too narrow, so he subconsciously pulled his foot back.

Then, a tingling sensation came from his leg.

This sudden shock woke Ye Zhiqiu up from his sleep. He raised his head suddenly and just opened his mouth to shout, but suddenly realized the situation at the scene and held it back.

What's going on? Who poked me?

Ye Zhiqiu looked around blankly.

Yu Zhengdao, who was standing by, was drinking water from a cup with his left hand, and holding a pen with his right hand under the table...

"I'll let you speak on stage."

Yu Zhengdao looked calm, his eyes still on the stage, and whispered while drinking water.

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly realized that it was Yu Zhengdao who had woken him up!

Awkward...I was so sleepy that I didn't even care about Yu Zhengdao, and I pretended to listen to the lecture and fell asleep with my face propped up.

I didn't expect that I would have to cover for my future father-in-law...

The first kick should have been from Yu Zhengdao, and I had to poke him with a pen because I didn't react...

The gray-haired leader of the TV station stood on the stage at some point, and he was looking at Ye Zhiqiu with a smile.

"Mr. Ye, you are the special planning consultant of the "China Poetry Conference" program. Can you say a few words to everyone?"

"No, no." Ye Zhiqiu reacted and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Friend Ye, please say a few words. It's boring for us old people to talk, and young people like to listen to young people talk." Qin Dewen's laughing voice came. Fuck! Ye Zhiqiu's face choked. Why did this old Qin always give him the opportunity to be in the limelight? But I really don't want to be in the limelight. You are all big guys, what can I say? It's said so much, I can't say it. Ye Zhiqiu stood up slowly and walked to the front of the stage. He glanced down and saw that the big guys in the first row were staring at him, and behind them were hundreds of TV station employees. Ye Zhiqiu thought for a while and said, "The theme of the "Chinese Poetry Conference" program is to "inherit cultural genes", and poetry is the romance engraved in the genes of us Chinese people." "My personal opinion is that culture is not boring, nor is it chicken soup, and inheriting it should not be a painful process. "Culture" should be able to be superimposed with "entertainment" and achieve a balance, so the initial idea was born.""I think the Chinese Poetry Conference has achieved this, and I hope that the program can continue to do so and guide more young people to participate in it."

"Today is the pre-launch meeting for the second season of the program. Maybe there will be a third season or even many seasons in the future, but no matter how far we go, I hope we will not forget this."

"Don't forget your original intention, and you will succeed."

"Thank you."

After that, Ye Zhiqiu bowed slightly and walked off the stage with a normal expression.

After the words "Don't forget your original intention, and you will succeed", many leaders in the first row were stunned. They didn't react until Ye Zhiqiu walked off the stage, and then warm applause broke out.

Yu Zhengdao's eyes flashed with appreciation, and he applauded particularly actively.

"Don't forget your original intention, and you will succeed..."

The leader of the TV station sighed, "Well said, Mr. Ye has reminded us."

"No matter how well the program is done, don't forget our mission."

After saying a few words briefly, Ye Zhiqiu felt that the eyes looking at him were more frequent.

Especially some young employees in the station, who used to look at him like fans, now seem to have a little more admiration for him like they look at old leaders.

After being tossed around like this, Ye Zhiqiu lost his sleepiness.

Later, when talking about the plan for the second season of "China Poetry Conference", the TV station leaders and Minister Wu also frequently asked for his advice.

It seems that they are planning to make him one of them?

This time Ye Zhiqiu refused to say anything and kept his mouth shut.

Just kidding, if you throw a stone behind you, it is estimated that the ones you hit are all top students. There are many talents in the TV station. Under the framework of the successful experience of the first season, the second season will not be hit.

There is no need for me to be in the limelight at this time.

After the summary and pre-launch, it is the award ceremony.

Ye Zhiqiu went on stage again unexpectedly and won a "Special Contribution Award".

It seems that there is no money, and it seems that there is only a red certificate.

Ye Zhiqiu was indifferent, but Yu Zhengdao next to him seemed to be quite interested in the certificate and looked over at him frequently.