Seeing that the emotions in the field were gradually controlled, Wang Jie said:

"Teacher Xu, now that the ranking has come out, can you briefly comment on the entries of several schools?"

"In fact, among the six schools, the most brilliant, my favorite work, is Zhonghai University, Cao Wenxing's work "Hometown", through the small affairs of life, the homesickness is vividly displayed, the whole poem down, unpretentious, full of true feelings, is a rare masterpiece in the past few years, in the circle of college students, to be able to write this level of poetry, is very rare. Xu Lili said.

"Thank you, Mr. Xu, for your remarks. Wang Jie showed a professional smile, but thought in her heart, this rainbow fart will blow you to the sky.

"This time, our broadcast format has been changed to live webcast, now let's take a look at what the majority of netizens think of these entries. ”

Cao Zhenhai and the others leaned back in their chairs, their expressions indifferent.

These people on the Internet don't understand poetry at all, they are all masters who go with the flow and follow the crowd.

Just now, Xu Lili praised her son's work, and it is estimated that people on the Internet will think so.

At Wang Jie's suggestion, the on-site director turned on the big screen in front of him.

"What kind of bullshit "Hometown", it is completely moaning without disease, and the little brother's "Qingcao Lake in Longyang County" is not at the same level at all. ”

"What the fuck is this bullshit judge, do you know poetry or not, hurry up and get down!"

"Such a beautiful poem, you actually say that you are piling up rhetoric? You are sick in the brain, I especially think you are like rhetoric, your whole family is rhetoric, a piece of green. ”

"That one is called Xu Lili, are you licking a dog, you accept a gift, it's disgusting, heh, tui!"

Cao Zhenhai is the chairman of the District Writers Association, and in the studio, everyone else will give some face.

But in the online live broadcast room, these free and easy netizens don't care so much.

Good is good, bad is bad!

Dare to play shady, absolutely no!

Seeing that the live broadcast room was full of abusive voices, Wang Jie hurriedly asked the on-site director to close the live broadcast.

The audience's firepower is too much, and they are going to be scolded as dogs.

Cao Zhenhai and the three of them sat on the chair with ugly faces, and the atmosphere in the studio was extremely embarrassing.

But because of his identity, he had to pretend that he didn't know anything.

You say it's not angry.

"Brother Xiao Jiang, you see, justice is in the hearts of the people, and someone has come forward for you. Su Xiaotang said happily.

"Justice is in the hearts of the people. ”

At this time, the most difficult person in the audience is Wang Jie.

She wanted to laugh, but because she was the host, she had to keep her face tight to make herself look dignified and generous.

It's too hard.

"Now that the first round is over, let's take a break and come back right away. ”

Soon, the on-site director inserted a literary documentary, and the audience in the province was bored.

Cao Zhenhai and the three of them walked out of the building angrily, smoking angrily, obviously angry.

"Chairman Cao, what should I do now? The second round of the competition is not our judgment, it will be voted by Weibo netizens, and now they are very optimistic about Caida's works, in this case, the result is not easy to say. ”

Cao Zhenhai and the three of them are all old people in the literary circle, and their level is there.

Naturally, you can see the level of Lin Jiang's poem "Qingcao Lake in Longyang County".

There is really no one who can play in the whole game!

I just said that kind of thing to vent my anger.

It is understandable that the audience can have such a reaction.

"I'm sure he didn't write his poems himself. Qiu Huaping said:

"It's impossible for a college student to write poems of this level, so in the next round of the competition, we don't have to worry, he can't come up with this kind of amazing work again. ”

Xu Lili nodded, "I also think so, the theme of the second round of the competition is wine, with their level, if they want to improvise poetry, and it has to fit the theme, it can be said that it is even more difficult." ”

"That's true, but for the sake of insurance, you have to think of a guarantee. Cao Zhenhai said.

"Guaranteed measures?"

Cao Zhenhai flicked off the cigarette ash and said, "Warburg Pincus, you go to the backstage of the studio and ask their staff to count a little more for Zhonghai University when they count votes." ”

Nowadays, such cheating methods, TV stations are playing perfectly.

As many votes as you want, you can fake them.

If you can't do even this little thing, it is completely blasphemous to modern technology.

"How many votes should we get?" Qiu Huaping asked.

Cao Zhenhai thought for a while, "I took a look just now, the number of people in the live broadcast room is almost 10,000, so let's get 8,000 more votes, don't be too obvious, you can't catch up with the other party too much, as long as you win this poetry meeting." ”

"Okay, I happen to be on the TV station, and I know someone a little, so make a phone call and say, it's not a big problem. ”

With that, Qiu Huaping left, Cao Zhenhai finished smoking, and breathed outside before returning to the studio.

When Cao Zhenhai went back, everyone else also returned to their seats.

"Brother Cao, I've finished explaining, and when they count the statistics, they will add 8,000 more votes in the end. ”

"The people at the TV station are not upset. Cao Zhenhai asked in a low voice.

"That's not it, our identity is here, and it still has a certain weight. ”

This kind of thing is tacitly understood.

For the TV station, it doesn't matter who wins today's poetry meeting.

If you help the association, you can also earn personal favors.

Why not.

Seeing that everyone was back, Wang Jie tidied up her clothes, came back to the camera, and said with a smile:

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time, and now we will start the second round of the poetry club. ”

"In the second round of the competition, the judges will provide a theme, and use the way of improvising poems on the spot to show their works, and finally take the way of Weibo voting to select the winners. ”

As she spoke, Wang Jie leaned sideways slightly, "Now I have to please, Mr. Cao Zhenhai, chairman of the District Writers Association, to choose the theme for the second round of the competition." ”

Cao Zhenhai changed his posture and said with a smile:

"Since ancient times, Chinese poetry culture has been inseparable from wine, so today, let's start the second round of improvisational poetry with wine as the theme. ”

"Okay, the theme of the second round of improvisational poems has come out, and the preparation time is five minutes, and I hope that the contestants can come up with more excellent works. ”

After learning about the theme, the teams that advanced were a little at a loss.

This topic is not difficult, and if you think about it, it is not too difficult.

But the quality of the work cannot be guaranteed.

As soon as Wang Jie's words fell, Cao Wenxing raised his hand and said:

"You don't need to prepare, you can read your work now. ”