Portable Intelligent System

When entering the auditorium, Xu Ling knew what was magnificence. Compared with the loft restaurant before, it was more elegant and luxurious. I don't know how many times!

"Oh Xu Ling couldn't help but exclaim.

"This hall was funded by Wang Jianting. When it was just completed, old man Shen happily invited us to have a wedding wine." It seems that after hearing Xu Ling's praise, Liu Jinchuan explained it to him.

"Is he the one who paid for such a large auditorium? How much will that cost? " Originally, he thought this place was a public building funded by the government, but now it's still a private hall.

"I remember that it would cost more than 30 million if this land was added." Liu Jinchuan thought for a while, then said to Xu Ling.

More than 30 million...... Xu Ling read it silently in his heart, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He really didn't understand the rich world. Thinking about Xu Ling, he felt a pain!

"Ha ha, more than 30 million yuan is nothing for Wang Jianting's family. After all, his family's company ranks among the top 500 in the world." As if to see what Xu Ling thought, Liu Jinchuan explained with a smile.

Shit! Another rich second generation! Xu Ling shakes his head secretly. The people around him, besides the big star, are the rich fourth generation. Now there is another rich second generation, and he is still earning thousands of yuan a month. Of course, he has just increased 3000 yuan. This is still gratifying.

Slightly smack tongue, suddenly, a microphone buzz interrupted Xu Ling's reverie.

As soon as the voice came out, Xu Ling knew that the poetry club should be the beginning. Sure enough, after the buzz disappeared, an old man, with the help of Wang Jianting, came to the small platform in front of the hall and started to speak with a microphone.

"Ha ha, thank you for giving me a little face to participate in the ink poetry festival." The old man first gave a hearty smile, and then welcomed everyone with a slightly old voice.

There was a burst of applause immediately.

Listen to his voice, Xu Ling can probably guess that this old man should be more than sixty years old.

"He is old man Shen, the founder of this poetry society, Professor of Qingbei University, Shen Wenzhi." Liu Jinchuan clapped and introduced Xu Ling.

"When I founded this poetry club, I wanted everyone to make friends with poetry, communicate with each other, make progress together, and carry forward Chinese culture." Shen Wenzhi then said a few more words to the crowd, and he ended up with, "OK, next, please feel free to communicate."

As soon as the voice fell, there was another round of applause on the floor, and then the people continued their unfinished chat.

Xu Ling glanced around and found that, except for a few middle-aged people in their thirties, they were all over the age of 50.

The average age in the whole hall is definitely over fifty!

At the age of Xu Ling, when he was in the hall, he seemed to be more conspicuous.

After discovering some of Xu Ling's old people, some of them will come to say hello. After all, the influx of fresh blood in Sinology is also a relief to those who spend half their lives studying it.

"Xu Ling?"

I don't know how many elders I greet with a smile. Suddenly, a voice with a little doubt rings in front of Xu Ling.

Looking up, Xu Ling immediately recognized the old man with doubts on his face.

It was song Shiren, the chairman of the Provincial Writers' Association, who was in opposition to Liu Jinchuan.

Seeing that Xu Ling can appear here, song Shiren is very surprised. He quickly steps forward and looks at Xu Ling a few times, and asks in a voice, "how can you be here?"

In the tone, there was a sense of disbelief.

"Brother song, if you want to know something, Mr. Xu was invited to be here." Liu Jinchuan is on the side, so he can't do it. Seeing that the talented person who has been admitted to the association is questioned like this, before Xu Ling speaks, he proves it first.

"Lao Liu, I'm young. Mr. Xu hasn't spoken yet. Why do you rush to speak?" Song Shiren had suffered a loss in front of Xu Ling before. He knew that the young man was very smart, so he didn't talk to him any more. Instead, he pointed the finger at Liu Jinchuan.

"Ha ha, brother song, as a young talent of the literary society, Mr. Xu is invited to attend the poetry meeting this time, which will be questioned. As the chairman of the literary society, of course I have to refute the rumors." Liu Jinchuan stares at Song Shiren with a smile, showing off.

The meaning is obvious: there will be such a number one young talent in our literature, do you?

"Ha ha, that's true. Congratulations on Wen's learning how to get such a talent as Mr. Xu!" Although song Shiren is still smiling, he has already scolded Liu Jinchuan as a chicken thief.

He has met Xu Ling several times. Song Shiren knows something about his attainments in poetry. As long as his works can be understood by old man Shen, it's reasonable for him to come to the poetry fair.

But Xu Ling came here alone, but now he was suddenly informed that he had entered the literature meeting, which made song Shiren extremely embarrassed.

Originally, these two enemies came here alone every time. Now it's good to see Liu Jinchuan drag out Xu Ling, but song Shiren is still alone. This makes the literary society beat itself!

When other people see it, they think how powerful literature is and how capable it is to lead people!

Want to reach here, song Shiren can't help but cold hum a, finally didn't even say hello, went straight to other places.

Liu Jinchuan smiles at Song Shiren, who is angry and runs away. His face is full of pride!

Looking at Liu Jinchuan's winning expression, Xu Ling shook her head helplessly. Almost all the people who had said hello to him knew that he was from the provincial Literature Association.

When Liu Jinchuan talked to others, he couldn't close his mouth with a smile.

"Mr. Xu, it seems that young people like you, except Wang Jianting, will belong to you this time." When the old people around didn't come to say hello again, Liu Jinchuan said with a smile beside Xu Ling.

Xu Ling had a bitter smile. He wanted to be a gourd eater, but at the beginning of the poetry festival, he had already become the focus. At first, it was just people around him, and then it spread from person to person. Many people who were a little far away from here would come here happily.

It can be said that it is the most true portrayal of Xu Ling now.

Although there are still some people who question Xu Ling's ability, most people still think that since they can come to the poetry festival, there are still some things.

Therefore, the praise of "young and promising", "young talents" and "future generations can be feared"... Made Xu Ling feel a little embarrassed, and his modest response almost broke his lips.

Seeing that more and more seniors greet themselves, Xu Ling already knows one thing: it's impossible to eat melon today!