The four judges and Chen Xiayu were silent, obviously agreeing with Chen Wang's statement. I can't help but disagree, after all, the gap between the two is obviously there.

Whether it is Lin Zheng's second poem about sorrow, or Lin Zheng's third poem with a seven-word quatrain about love, it can already be regarded as a classic among the classics, ordinary people may not be able to write such a masterpiece in their lifetime, Lin Zheng actually improvised two poems, which made everyone want to cut Lin Zheng's head open to see what was inside.

At this time, the spectators downstairs finally knew that the poet Kui, who had been in the Phoenix Building for several years, finally changed hands today, and the expression on the face of Wu Er, the manager of the Phoenix Building, who originally planned to see Lin Zheng's jokes, was not exciting.

He is just a small steward, he has offended the new poet, how will he live in the future?

But at this time, no one cares what he thinks in his heart, and at this time, everyone upstairs raised their glasses to congratulate Lin Zheng on becoming the new poet.

After handing over the cups and changing the lamps, Chen Wang suddenly said: "Actually, I came here today to say goodbye to you, and I will leave Tianguang City tomorrow." ”

"I didn't expect to meet Mr. Lin just now, it's really late. Chen Wang teased himself.

As soon as these words came out, Lin Zheng was a little embarrassed, and he was going to leave the next day, but on the night of the last day, he was forced to pull down the position of Shikui, and whoever he was, I am afraid that he would be a little unhappy.

As if seeing Lin Zheng's embarrassment, Chen Wang said again: "Mr. Lin, don't take it to heart, it's an honor to be able to see Mr. Lin's two poems today, and a false name is not worth mentioning compared to it." ”

When Lin Zheng heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little admiration for Chen Wang, just because Chen Wang was so generous, it was enough to impress Lin Zheng, he raised his glass and touched a glass with Chen Wang again, and asked, "Mr. Chen, where are you going?"

Chen Wang smiled, shook his head again, and finally turned into a deep sigh, as if there were countless helplessness.

Originally, according to the rules, Lin Zheng was newly promoted to become a poet, and there would be a series of activities, but Lin Zheng didn't like to be lively, and because of Chen Wang's farewell, it was finally gone.

However, Lin Zheng's goal has been achieved, not only to become a poet, to get a large amount of dividends in the Phoenix Building every year, but also to connect with several editors-in-chief of the four major publishing houses, after his "masterpiece" comes out in the future, it will be much easier to want to publish.

After drinking and eating, everyone left one by one, and Chen Wang was already drunk, and finally was helped down to rest.

Lin Zheng drank a good amount of alcohol, and he drank more restrainedly, although he was a little dizzy, but at least he kept his consciousness conscious, and there was no problem with walking, so after talking to Chen Xiayu, he was ready to go back to Ziyu Theater.

Chen Xiayu sent Lin Zheng to the door of the restaurant, and suddenly asked with a smile: "Mr. Lin, that poppy beauty, is it really not written by you?"

"This is the third time you've asked this question, and I really didn't write it. Lin Zheng scratched his head and said.

"Mr. Lin said no, then it shouldn't. Chen Xiayu smiled unabatedly, "After today, Mr. Chen will be a major shareholder of my Phoenix Building, and if you have anything to do, you can come here to sit." ”

"Okay, I'll come when I'm free. Lin Zheng said.

Chen Xiayu nodded, waved his hand, and turned back to the restaurant.

When Lin Zheng returned to the Ziyu Theater, it was already past eleven o'clock, and the back of Huadiaojiu's neck suddenly struck, and Lin Zheng, who felt the world spinning, fell asleep on the bed.

At three o'clock the next day, Lin Zheng woke up from his sleep.

Zhou Zijing and Lao Yutou were still busy with the affairs of the theater, and there was nothing to perform in the theater these days, so Lin Zheng returned to his room after lunch.

The typewriter has been delivered, and Lin Zheng is preparing to use the next few days to free up the novel he is going to write.

After getting familiar with the typewriter for a long time, Lin Zheng took a memory extraction milk tablet and began to search for the plot of that masterpiece in his mind.

After a while, Lin Zheng came back to his senses from the "brain search", opened his eyes, smiled, and put his hands on the typewriter.

"The first time, Zhen Shiyin's dream consciousness is psychic, Jia Yucun's wind and dust, and her boudoir is beautiful!"

That's right, what Lin Zheng is going to copy is one of my four famous novels in Greater China - "Dream of Red Mansions"!

This was not a blind choice by Lin Zheng, but a decision made after careful consideration.

Because Lin Zheng found that the underworld generally likes those things that love and love, whether it is poetry or novels, the residents of the underworld have a unique hobby for it.

At that time, Lin Zheng was still thinking in his heart, if Aunt Qiong Yao came to the underworld, it would definitely be half the sky!

Lin Zheng has not considered Aunt Qiong Yao's masterpieces, what "Love is Deep and Rainy", "Huanzhu Gege", what "A Curtain of Dreams" and "Goodbye A Curtain of Dreams" and the like, are undoubtedly not sensational masterpieces, but considering the pattern of the underworld, Lin Zheng felt that it was still a little unsuitable, so he finally chose "Dream of Red Mansions".

For the ancient thing like a typewriter, Lin Zheng was a little unaccustomed to it at first, and the speed of typing was basically the same as that of a snail, but as he used it for more and more time, Lin Zheng gradually got started, although it was not like flying with ten fingers, but at least it had reached the average speed of the underworld.

For three days, except for going to the theater's canteen to eat, Lin Zheng stayed alone in the room and wrote a dream of red mansions, during which Zhou Zijing and Lao Yutou came to him once, but they were all trivial things, and Lin Zheng did not need help.

Of course, Lin Zheng didn't let the two of them see the scene where they were spinning the typewriter upside down, otherwise with the temper of those two, they would definitely blame Lin Zheng for "not doing their job".

In three days, Lin Zheng had already vacated the first sixty times of the Red Mansion. There are a total of 120 episodes in Red Mansions, but Lin Zheng only plans to write so much for the time being, first show it to the editor-in-chief of the publishing house to see if it meets the taste of the underworld, and then consider writing the remaining sixty episodes.

Meanwhile.

Within the Law Enforcement Department.

Black and white are impermanent.

Black Three and White Four, the two patrol enforcers who were blackmailed by Lin Zheng, were discussing something in a whisper.

"Hei San, do you remember the person who blackmailed us in Daoxiang Village?" asked Bai Si.

Hearing this, Hei San's eyes showed a fierce light, and he said in a deep voice: "For so many years, it is still the first time that someone dares to blackmail our two brothers, how can I not remember?"

Bai Si nodded and said, "As far as I know, this person came to Tianguang City a few days ago. ”

"He's really tired of being alive, and he dares to come to our Tianguang City, is there a way to invite him to the Law Enforcement Department for tea?"

"Don't say it, I really caught this kid's pigtail!"