"Why are you like this, I just want to get to know you ......"

Yang Tang snorted: "You want to know us, that's your business, but we don't want to know you, that's our business." Most importantly, don't confuse your business with ours, there is no connection between the two!"

"I ......"

was robbed by Yang Tang for a while, and the handsome man was a little speechless for a while.

But at this moment, a woman wearing a white shirt and knee-length skirt walked over, approached the handsome man and asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"

"Sister......

Yang Tang didn't care much about the person who came, but after his eyes glanced around the other party's face, he was suddenly a little surprised: "Udu Palace Zi ......" I have to say that the face plate of this woman who is about 166 is six or seven points like a certain Dongying woman in Yang Tang's previous life, and the body proportion of the woman in front of her is more curvy than the original, especially the pair of big murder weapons that are convex.

It's not just Yang Tang who thinks so, in fact, almost all the eyes of the male buddies present are focused on her pair of big murder weapons, Yang Tang's gaze scanning time is quite short, but even so, he was secretly pinched by Shangguan Mingxin.

"What are you doing, senior sister?"

"Where do you see people?"

Yang Tang was slightly stunned and said, "Didn't you look anywhere? ”

Shangguan Mingxin rolled her eyes when she heard this, and wanted to pinch him again.

Yang Tang flashed lightly and muttered: "Why are you pulling me? That white shirt is about to burst, why should I take a look? Isn't it just for people to look there, can you blame me? Unless she is not long." ”

Shangguan Mingxin was so angry and funny when she heard this, she couldn't help but slap him, and whispered: "I estimate that this woman is not easy to deal with, so I'll leave it to you!"

"Why give it to me?" Yang Tang argued.

"I don't like her murder weapon, of course I'll hand it over to you!" Shangguan Mingxin said confidently, "Also, didn't you notice that she is looking at you now, staring at you!" Yang Tang glanced at him, and sure enough, he met the eyes of the woman in the white shirt. He quickly lowered his gaze a little, and landed on the other party's big murder weapon again.

The woman in the white shirt felt that her breasts were interspersed with countless burning gazes, and she was not embarrassed, but the most hateful gaze that made her feel the most hateful was right in front of her. She immediately paced to Yang Tang and said, "Where are you looking?"

Yang Tang didn't faint, and directly pointed out the other party's murder weapon, but asked rhetorically: "What do you think?"

"What do I think? I'm asking you now!" the woman in the white shirt was quite self-centered, as if she had to answer as soon as she was a man.

It's a pity that this time she met Yang Tang, a man who is becoming more and more self-centered: "Please~~ If you ask me, I have to answer?

The woman in the white shirt laughed angrily and said, "Hmph, you ask me how old I am? You ask me how old I am? You listen, my name is Lin Chunyu, (and pointed to the beautiful man) This is my younger brother, Lin Qiuzhang." My uncle is currently the deputy director here, how old do you think I am?"

Hearing these arrogant words, the surrounding players were in an uproar, and even many people were thinking in their hearts, even if your uncle is the director here, don't say it, how can you let us play with these players like this?

Yang Tang didn't care at all, and couldn't help but glance at Shangguan Mingxin, and said in his heart that this girl's Lao Tzu is much better than the deputy director Niu Wei. But thinking about it, he didn't tell Shangguan Mingxin's family background, but just sneered at Lin Chunyu: "Mi Silin, isn't it okay for you to fight your father like this?" Oh no, it should be your uncle's ......" At this point, the players around him burst into laughter, (not allowed to laugh) Lin Chunyu shouted loudly to the surroundings, "Uncle Fight, it's your mother who is pitting!"

Hearing Yang Tang's words, Lin Chunyu was so angry that the murder weapon trembled, and he almost didn't break the button of his white shirt: "You, you dare to count down my uncle, do you believe that you can't go on stage today?"

"Ouch, I'm so scared!" Yang Tang raised his left hand, shook the mobile phone he was holding, and pressed the replay button at the same time, "Mislin, what I was waiting for is what you just said, if I can't get on the stage today, or if there is any situation that is difficult after taking the stage, then I will count it on your uncle's head and go to the Supervision Committee to complain about your uncle...... (Do you dare to count down my uncle, believe it or not, you can't get on stage today)"

Lin Chunyu's slightly smug voice appeared in Yang Tang's mobile phone, and the scene was suddenly quiet, swirling and buzzing, occasionally mixed with some snickering.

Lin Chunyu was stunned, and even Lin Qiuzhang, who was much calmer because of Lin Chunyu's appearance, stood in place stunned.

"Besides, your uncle is just a deputy director, isn't there any other deputy director and director in this TV station?" Yang Tang said again.

Lin Chunyu frowned: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Yang Tangpi smiled and said, "Your uncle is the deputy director, so he must have a lot of friends in this TV station, right?"

"There's a friend, what's wrong?"

"That'...... Isn't there any opponent?" Yang Tang said, "For example, the director is about to retire, and your uncle shouldn't be able to become the director smoothly, right?"

Lin Chunyu finally understood what Yang Tang meant, and his face changed drastically: "You, you, you ......"

"There is a way that shopping malls are like battlefields, and I estimate that this personnel promotion is similar...... Not only do tens of thousands of people under his command have to eat and have to shoulder this responsibility, but at the same time, in the process of growing from poor to rich, these generations of wealthy businessmen will always offend some people more or less in order to complete capital accumulation, so they can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes, they can't retreat, and if they retreat, they may be played to death by their opponents. Speaking of which, Yang Tang broadcast the mobile phone recording again.

Lin Chunyu and Lin Qiuzhang looked at each other, a little discouraged.

It was also at this time that a staff member with a badge led two followers with boxes to the porch, obviously not in a low position.

After the badge staff clapped their hands to completely attract everyone's attention to him, he said: "Everyone, the broadcast in the waiting room has been turned on, and after the host announces the start, please go on the field in turn according to the situation in the venue and your own number plate." With that, he tilted his head as he rushed.

Two of his attendants walked up and began to alternately take out the number plates from their respective boxes, singing: "No. 7, Zou Yi, No. 32, Li Gongzhen, No. 15, Deng Sen......"

The order of the number plates is messy, but there are names corresponding to them, so it will not cause confusion.

After a while, one of the attendants read Yang Tang's name: "No. 63, Yang Tang, No. 62, Shangguan Mingxin!"

"Hee-hee, it's good to be next to you. Shangguan Ming said happily.

Lin Chunyu on the side of the material was also laughing, but he sneered: "Some people are really naïve, if you want to catch and compare according to the brand, it should be 6364." ”

"Ah~~ Then who is the sixty-one?" Yang Tang subconsciously asked.

"No. 61, Lin Qiuzhang, No. 64, Lin Chunyu......"

Lin Chunyu was stunned at first when he heard this, then glanced at Yang Tang and sneered: "If you catch the test, it will be me and you, hum, it seems that your luck is not good!"

Yang Tang sneered and said, "On the contrary, if it is really against you, I think my luck is bursting." ”

"Then let's see!" Lin Chunyu said as he gritted his back molars.

"We'll see......

Soon after, the work of singing the number was successfully completed by the two followers, and a total of more than 100 semi-finalists were not absent.

At this time, the badge staff took a chair to the door of the waiting room and began to let the players on the corridor enter the room to wait: "No. 1 to 16 are first, after entering the waiting room, pay attention to the instructions of the front desk host." ”

At the same time, in front of the studio.

Looking at the venue, I have to say that the hardware facilities of this Huaxia Station are really enough to save the cost. Comprehensive set, multi-functional stage, and a large screen at the back of the stage, this is completely the standard of the Spring Festival Gala, in fact, it is also the TV station that directly adjusted the studio of the Gala to hold the semi-final of the Poetry Conference, which Tenglong Group gave up a lot of face.

As for the seats of the judges, it is even more comfortable than to describe, in a nutshell, that is, at least the seats are not cheaper than the first-class seats.

At the same time, there was another guest seat between the audience and the judges' seat, which was already full at this time. There are members of the media, literary associations, publishers, and professors and associate professors from many universities, who are invited to watch the competition and participate in grading at some stage of the semi-finals. Besides, if there are good poems that can be published, or they can be bought out, it is really not possible, and it is also possible for everyone to cooperate for a win-win situation.

The guests here are full, and there are about two-thirds of the people in the audience over there, but the host on the stage has not yet appeared, so everyone is talking to each other, and even some people are talking about it to catch up with karaoke.

However, as the five heavyweight judges entered the studio and sat in the red leather chairs with the best position on the stage, the muttering around them gradually faded away.

"Old Ji, you haven't said a word after sitting down for so long, what are you thinking?" Chu Ke, who was sitting on the far left, asked Ji Zisheng, who was sitting on the left side of the middle.

"Hehe, I didn't think about anything, I just looked forward to starting soon, and I wanted to see if there were any good seedlings in our Chinese culture in this era when online literature began to flood. Ji Zisheng smiled lightly.

You must know that Ji Zisheng was born in the thirties of the last century, and he is already over seventy years old in the new century that Yang Tang has traversed, but he is still in good spirits, and he does not see Long Zhong's old age at all.

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