My singer girlfriend is super fierce

Hangzhou, Wanlu Hotel, located by the West Lake, the award ceremony of the "Autumn Modern Poetry Essay Competition" was held.

Outside the hotel, there was a lively scene, and many media even started outdoor reporting directly.

In previous years, the award ceremony was generally held in a large bookstore. However, this year, due to the emergence of five "masterpieces" of modern poetry, and the high calls from the media and the public, the official temporarily changed the venue to a large conference hall in a five-star hotel.

Even so, after meeting the needs of the media and local associations who strongly requested the presence of authors, the conference hall that can accommodate 500 people only had more than 100 seats open to the public.

After the pitiful number of places was sold out in seconds after being opened for reservation online, the official temporarily contacted video media such as Penguin and Tadpole Sound to broadcast the award ceremony live.

After a series of operations, the organizers of the essay competition called it rare. This award ceremony can be said to be the most lively since its inception, and it is also the one with the highest quality of works.

At this time, at the entrance of the bright and magnificent conference hall, a tall figure wearing casual clothes and a baseball cap appeared.

"Hello, do you want to sign in?"

A pleasant voice with a hint of magnetism came, and a young and beautiful female staff member sitting at the sign-in table answered subconsciously.

"Yes, are you an author or a viewer?"

"Authors show the electronic invitation letter on the site, and viewers show the reservation code~."

As she spoke, the female employee looked up and met the gaze of the person under the baseball cap.

Seemingly feeling a little incredible, the female employee was stunned for a full second, and then couldn't help screaming.

"Ah~!" The scream scared several companions next to her, and the female employee blushed and said excitedly: "You are Ye Zhiqiu!"

Several girls on the side also discovered the identity of the young man in front of them, and the whole sign-in table suddenly became lively.

Fortunately, several people still remembered that they were at work, and they restrained themselves from leaving their work. Facing several enthusiastic fans, Ye Zhiqiu thanked them repeatedly.

"Um...can I sign in?"

The first female employee who received the reception blushed, and just as she was about to speak, a voice suddenly came from the side.

"Friend Ye?"

The familiar voice made Ye Zhiqiu startled and turned to look.

"Mr. Qin?"

Recognizing that it was indeed Ye Zhiqiu, Qin Dewen was excited, "Haha, I said this figure was familiar, and I was right!"

While shaking hands with the extremely enthusiastic Qin Dewen, Ye Zhiqiu looked at the crowd around Qin Dewen.

In addition to Qin Dewen, there were six elderly men who looked over curiously.

One of them turned out to be the "old acquaintance" Ma Xuemin, who was looking at him in astonishment.

If Ye Zhiqiu remembered correctly, the seven people headed by Qin Dewen should be the judges of the essay contest.

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu, the shocked Ma Xuemin took a while to react, and asked arrogantly: "Why are you here?"

Ye Zhiqiu raised his eyebrows and directly retorted: "It's none of your business."

"You opened this hotel?"

Ma Xuemin's face was furious, and he realized that the person in front of him was not a good person. He didn't dare to scold Ye Zhiqiu in public.

"I mean, this is the award ceremony of the modern poetry essay competition. If it's none of your business, why are you here?"

The movement here has attracted the attention of many people coming and going. Ma Xuemin was unwilling to be embarrassed by a young man, and he was still stubborn.

"How do you know it's none of my business." Ye Zhiqiu didn't care so much, and said disdainfully, "I like to stroll, what do you care about me? Bite me if you don't agree."

"You...!"

Ma Xuemin's face turned blue and purple, opened his mouth, and waved his sleeves, but he didn't dare to speak anymore.

The conversation between the two lasted only a few seconds, and the other old men only reacted at this time, looking at Ye Zhiqiu with strange eyes.

"Friend Ye..." Qin Dewen knew that Ye Zhiqiu and Ma Xuemin were celebrating the festival, and he was also at a loss for words at this time, and hurriedly said: "Let's go, let's talk inside."

"It's been a long time since we last met. Do you have any new works recently? Hurry up and read them to me."

"If you ask me, friend Ye, you should still put more energy into literature..."

Qin Dewen pulled Ye Zhiqiu into the venue and started the "persuasion to study" that they met every day.

As for the several staff girls at the sign-in place, they were already stunned by the scene in front of them, and watched the group of people walk into the venue...

Entering the spacious and bright venue, there were already many media, writers and audiences inside, and the group of people immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Literary giant Qin Dewen and several judges, of course, everyone knows who the young man who chatted with Qin Dewen familiarly is?

When they recognized that it was the recently popular singer and novelist Ye Zhiqiu, there was no surprise that exclamations rang out from all over the venue.

Ye Zhiqiu was pulled by Qin DewenWalking all the way to the judges' seats, seeing that the other party was about to pull him to sit down and chat, he hurriedly said: "Mr. Qin, you go first!"

"You go first, I have an appointment with a friend, I have to go find him."

Qin Dewen was stunned, and had to "reluctantly" let Ye Zhiqiu go.

In just a few dozen seconds, Ye Zhiqiu, whose ears were almost calloused, escaped the "tightening curse" and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After dealing with several fans who came forward to say hello, thinking of finding an empty seat in the venue, he looked up and saw a young man waving at him not far away.

——It turned out to be Mr. Wang!

Unexpectedly, there were many acquaintances at this award ceremony. Ye Zhiqiu, with a surprised look on his face, walked towards Mr. Wang. As soon as they sat down, they both repeated what Ma Xuemin had just said.

"Why are you here?"

"This hotel belongs to me." Young Master Wang pointed to the advertising stand at the entrance and said as a matter of course: "We sponsored this place for free, so it's normal for me to be here for advertising."

"......" Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the advertising stand of "XX Building" and was speechless.

"You don't think I'm interested in modern poetry, do you?" Young Master Wang pouted, then remembered something and said hurriedly: "By the way, the bidding just ended last week, and I won the sponsorship position of Huayang's "National Treasure"!"

"Damn, I fought so hard that day..."

Young Master Wang said, holding Ye Zhiqiu's shoulders, laughing flatteringly, "The "National Treasure" program team is already preparing, this time it's a real big production."

"Brother, you came up with the idea for this program, why don't you support it? Just like "China Poetry Conference", sing a song or perform a clip, so that the popularity can be brought up."

Ye Zhiqiu was speechless for a while, and said: "Thank you, I have arranged the work for me."

Young Master Wang laughed, and the two chatted, and Ye Zhiqiu seemed to have sensed something and looked towards another area in front.

A middle-aged man in his forties looked at him unkindly. He had been looking at me frequently, but he didn't expect that he was looking at me.

Ye Zhiqiu pointed at the middle-aged man and asked.

"Who is that man?"