"I'm a person who is idle at home, of course I'm willing to do it if I have a job!" Zhao Xue agreed.

"By the way, Mr. Zhao, the program you did before that reflected the reality of the TV conference was called "The Voice of Justice"? Is there a complete plan? Do you see if you can restart such a program on WeChat video?" Wang Qian mentioned to Zhao Xue. Wang Qian didn't plan to do this show before, but since he recruited such a person as Zhao Xue, let's make this show.

Wang Qian's purpose in doing this show is, of course, for Yangshi's "Juedian Talk", "Juedian Talk" has always claimed to be the voice of justice, and now Wang Qian wants to make a real "Voice of Justice" come out, so that "Voice of Justice" will become the signature program of Weixin in the future.

Just like when people mention sheep vision, they will think of "Wenwen Network" and "Juedian Talk".

"Yes, I personally planned the show, it took more than half a year of hard work, and the case has been kept at home! Thinking that it may never see the light of day again, Wang is always interested?" Zhao Xue looked at Wang Qian.

"Yes, wasn't I expelled from the TV industry by the bare and swollen chrysanthemum? Now I signed a contract to be the host of Weixin video, of course, I am also a program producer, I have planned a few programs, but I feel that it is not rich enough, isn't it advocating positive energy in society now? I am thinking about making a positive energy program, so that the content of Weixin video is richer and more comprehensive, and Mr. Zhao's "Voice of Justice" is exactly what I want in this regard. If Mr. Zhao is willing to cut his love, I can publish the copyright fee. Wang Qian smiled.

"Don't cut your love, this show is an ideal of mine, just like my children, if I can see the light of day again, it would be a happy thing, not to mention the copyright fee, even if I put money into it. Zhao Xue looked at Wang Qian as if she saw a bosom friend, there are too few young people who can be as responsible and ideal as Wang Qian.

"Thank you so much!" Wang Qian was not polite to Zhao Xue, and would compensate her in terms of salary in the future.

"Mr. Wang, although I am glad that you are willing to restart this show, I also want to remind you that doing this show is very risky and troublesome, and the original intention of doing this show ......" Zhao Xue poured bitter water to Wang Qian.

"This matter is indeed very troublesome, but it is incumbent upon us as news media people to shoulder our responsibilities, establish a platform for the people at the bottom who can really speak for them, and fulfill the obligation of news supervision. Trouble, it's just spending more money, and for me, it's not a matter if money can solve it. Wang Qian waved his hand to Zhao Xue with a very indifferent expression.

In the past, I had only heard that Mr. Wang had exposed corruption and fought against underworld forces, but I had also heard a lot of rumors and bad things about Mr. Wang, but today I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears, and I really knew what Mr. Wang was like!" Zhao Xue couldn't help but be very excited after hearing what Wang Qian had just said.

Others also praised Wang Qian, maybe sincerely, or just joining in the fun.

This private room of Chuhao Hotel is a floor-to-ceiling window, and at the same time, everyone can also enjoy the beautiful scenery of Huanghe City by the way.

Zhou Jie drank too much and went out to the bathroom, but he accidentally met several acquaintances in the private room next door, who were the person in charge of the management office of the Huanghe City Building, and Xiong Bin, the president of the Huanghe City Poetry Association, accompanied Yang Jiaxi, vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association, and several members of the Chinese Poetry Association to the Chuhao Hotel to drink, and asked Zhou Jie to know that it was Wang Qian who was entertaining next door.

Zhou Jie also registered in the Chinese Poetry Association, and took this group of people into the private room where Wang Qian was, and introduced the two sides to each other, and the wine in the private room here was almost drunk, so everyone sat together and chatted casually.

"I heard that Mr. Wang's poems are very good, have you been rated by poets?" Xiong Bin, president of the Huanghe Poetry Association, asked Wang Qian.

"Nope. Wang Qian shook his head.

"How can it be so easy to get a poet's rating? President Xiong doesn't take poets too seriously, right? What cat or dog can get a poet's rating if he writes a poem?" Zhu Guangqiang, an old man beside Yang Jiaxi, vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association, rebuked Xiong Bin very unhappily.

That is, the poet rating is equivalent to the Go evaluation, or even more difficult, without decades of immersion in poetry, don't even think about it. Yang Jiaxi, vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association, nodded, and there was also a little unhappiness with Xiong Bin in his eyes.

"That's right! I, Xiong, have written poems for half a lifetime, decades of poems, and hundreds of poems, and I am only a third-level poet now, and I don't know when I will be rated to the next level. Xiong Bin sighed.

"At present, there are only seven poets in the entire Huaguo who can be rated as a first-class poet, and our vice president Yang Lao is one of them. The old man next to the vice president, Zhu Guangqiang, had a very proud expression.

Yang Jiaxi also looked very proud when he heard the words of the old man Zhu Guangqiang next to him, it is not suitable for him to blow it by himself, and someone around him can help him blow it to achieve the effect of pretending to be forced.

"This time they invited Yang Lao to come over, just to inscribe a poem for the Yellow Crane Tower, the price of 200,000 Yang Lao is too low, it is really difficult to get a first-class poet to make a move!" Zhou Jie introduced Hou Longtao, the person in charge of the Yellow Crane Tower Management Office, to Wang Qian.

"Elder Yang, you know that our management office is actually a public institution, and it is not easy to apply for a poem fee of 200,000 yuan, so you can promise to mention one to us!" Hou Longtao, the person in charge, continued to beg Yang Jiaxi, which is also the reason why he invited these people to dinner at the Chuhao Hotel today.

"Can a poet still be rated? Who will rate it?" Wang Qian asked Zhou Jie with some curiosity.

"Young man who doesn't know the height of the sky! What is the meaning of a poet who can still be rated? Is there a score or not? You can also ask this?" Yang Jiaxi and several other old men were immediately a little unhappy after hearing Wang Qian's words, and one of them even questioned Wang Qian directly.

"Since ancient times, there has been no first and no second, I am just curious how poets can still be evaluated, poetry lovers should not be too sensitive. Wang Qian had to explain a few words to the old men.

"Poetry lovers? Do you call us first-, second-, and third-level poets poetry lovers? Young people, you are becoming more and more ignorant!"

"Did you write a few crooked poems on Weibo, what 'the temple demon is windy, and the pond is shallow and the king is eighty', so you think you are a poet?"

"Young man, I see that you have no ink in your chest and spit feces in your mouth!"

Several old men became even more unhappy after listening to what Wang Qian said, and reprimanded him one after another.

"What poems have you written that have been passed down for centuries? Do you dare to call yourself a poet when you join a poetry association? What's wrong with saying that you are poetry lovers? Scolding people at every turn is simply disrespectful to the old!" Wang Qian was also a little angry, this group of old men in front of him was really shameless!

"What poems have we written, and we can scare you to death if we take out the poems we have written!"

"Can you understand the poems we write at your level?"

"Since ancient times, there has been no first and no second martial arts, I want to know, how did you come to this since ancient times? Why haven't I heard of this sentence?"

Several old men originally thought that a reprimand would make Wang Qian soften, apologize to them, and call out a few seniors, but they didn't expect Wang Qian to speak tougher, and scolded them for being disrespectful to the elderly, and now they were even more angry.

"Teachers, please stop your anger! Great poets, please stop your anger! I think so! It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, it's better to write a poem for the Yellow Crane Tower here today, and then I upload it to the official website for netizens to comment and select to see who wrote the poem with the highest evaluation!" Hou Longtao, the person in charge of the Yellow Crane Tower Management Office, had a plan and mentioned it loudly to everyone.

If your management office is willing to offer 1 million to accept the highest-rated poem, we can consider the matter of writing poems on the spot. Zhu Guangqiang mentioned it to Hou Longtao, the person in charge of the management office.

"Let me ask the leader!" Hou Longtao made a phone call and went out, and after waiting for a few minutes, his mobile phone rang, and he communicated with the phone for a few minutes before walking back to the private room.

"The leader agreed, and our leaders happened to be with several main leaders of the municipal government to inspect the work, several main leaders of the municipal government heard about this matter and were very interested, they made a decision on the spot from the Yellow Crane Tower ticket income and then took out 900,000 rewards for the highest evaluation of the poem, of course, to several main leaders of the municipal government feel good. Hou Longtao told everyone the news.

"One million!" Xiong Bin, Yang Jiaxi, Zhu Guangqiang, and other poetry associations' eyes all shone brightly, for these so-called 'poets', one million is a very attractive amount of money, and they only need to write a poem! Zhu Guangqiang just said it casually just now, but he didn't expect Hou Longtao to really agree!

Today, I happened to write a poem about the Yellow Crane Tower here, slapped Wang Qian's face, and made money by the way, which is really a beautiful thing to kill two birds with one stone!

"In front of all the poets, I am a junior, let me come first! A middle-aged man in his forties named Zhang Qiuwen rushed over, he estimated that it would be difficult to get the first place in his poems, but the first one to come out would give the preconceived impression of the city government leaders, maybe there would be some unexpected gains?

"Brother Zhang Xian, please!" Zhu Guangqiang made a gesture very sourly.

"You're welcome!" Zhang Qiuwen lifted his spirits, wanting to hit the one million jackpot.

"The yellow crane flies in the sky, a turtle on the ground, the two rivers meet here, and the Shu people don't want to return. My poem is called "The Meeting of the Two Rivers and Yellow Crane City", "Zhang Qiuwen first wrote a poem.