"Well, President Song, are you sure you want to know the name of this author?"

Zhang Shaoxian's face couldn't hold back when he heard Song Taiping's inquiry, "This author's reputation is not very good!"

Song Taiping was slightly stunned, "The reputation is not very good? That is impossible! How can an author with such patriotic feelings not have a bad reputation? Could it be that everyone misunderstood him before? Is this author very famous? You all know each other?"

Zhang Shaoxian nodded vigorously, "Very famous, very famous! We all know each other, even the president you are also very familiar with!"

Song Taiping said curiously: "Oh, I'm also very familiar with it? Could it be Wu Lao? The only person who can write such good modern poetry is probably our old man Wu Zhouchun, the saint of the poetry world! Did he write it? But he is good at ancient style poetry, and modern poetry is rarely written!"

Wu Zhouchun in the mouth of Song Taiping, is regarded as the only remaining old writer in the literary world, especially good at poetry, if you insist on saying who is a veritable poet today, I am afraid he can do it, this person became famous very early, the reputation is also great, the generation is a few points older than the thunderstorm, and now he has become a master of Chinese Chinese culture.

In fact, this Wu Zhouchun couldn't show him at all when several masters of Chinese studies were still alive a few decades ago, and then those real masters of Chinese studies withered one after another, all of them died and were no longer alive, so it was his turn to come out.

This led to Wu Zhouchun's hat as a master of Chinese culture not being very secure, and he himself was unwilling to ascend to this position, but because the president of the country went to him every New Year in the past two years, he really established his status as a master of Chinese culture.

Anyway, Huaxia now lacks masters who guard the literary world, even if it is praised, it has to be praised.

For this master, not only did the news media report a lot, but even the members of the writers' association also advocated for the old man one after another, so a monument was erected.

Recently, the Writers' Association is sparing no effort to promote Wu Zhouchun in China, and has even set up an editorial team to plan and record the life of Wu Lao.

So now that he heard Zhang Shaoxian's prompt, Song Taiping first thought of this old gentleman.

Zhang Shaoxian shook his head and said: "Mr. Wu's ancient poetry is okay, but he is not good at modern poetry, besides, Mr. Wu's energy is not as good as before, and he rarely writes, let alone publishes works on the Internet." ”

Song Taiping became more and more curious, "Okay, don't hide it, who is it?"

"Guo Dalu!"

"Oh, Guo Dalu. ”

Song Taiping smiled: "This name is indeed familiar...... What? Guo Dalu?"

He suddenly reacted and roared loudly: "Guo Dalu, Guo Dalu, who writes martial arts?"

Zhang Shaoxian endured it for a long time, just for this moment Song Taiping's expression, now seeing Song Taiping looking like a ghost, it was a comfort in his heart, but he must not laugh at this time, so he forced a smile and nodded: "Yes, it's Guo Dalu!"

Song Taiping still didn't believe it, and said with a glare: "Is it Guo Dalu who is making movies now?"

He stared at Zhang Shaoxian viciously, and at this time he only hoped to spit out the word "no" from Zhang Shaoxian's mouth, but the truth was cruel, the more he didn't want to come, the more he came.

I saw Zhang Shaoxian's mouth open and close slightly, and his voice immediately sounded, "Yes, it's this Guo Dalu, that is, the Guo Ye you argued with Teacher Lei just now!"

Song Taiping's eyes were dark, he almost had a seizure, stretched out his hands to hold the table, tried to support his body, wanted to laugh, but the corners of his mouth twitched, no matter how he couldn't laugh, and finally just said dryly: "Very good, very good! I always thought that Guo Dalu was just an unstable entertainment hooligan, but I didn't expect him to have this kind of patriotic heart! The ancients said that judging people by their appearance and losing their son Yu, it seems that I have made a preconceived mistake, and I have always misunderstood Guo Dalu, and I really can't imagine that he still has this side!"

When he said this, he said to the thunderstorm beside him: "Teacher Lei, you are right, Guo Dalu, this comrade, there are literary talents, and there are even more works, at the beginning, I suspected that his character was a little problematic, but now he can write such enthusiastic patriotic poems, it seems that I misunderstood him before! How can a writer with such a patriotic complex not be qualified to join the writers......' association?

The people in the entire conference hall laughed loudly, but Song Taiping laughed awkwardly, Lei Yu laughed comfortably, and the rest of the writers laughed funny.

This Song Taiping criticized Guo Dalu without words at first, but he didn't expect to slap himself in the face in the end, and the one he hit was called a porcelain, and he didn't even have a little room for maneuver.

One moment he was still saying that Guo Dalu was not even worthy of carrying shoes for the new poet, but the next moment the new poet became Guo Dalu himself.

This big mouth is simply crisp and bright, and Song Taiping is dizzy, and he feels a little unable to find the east, west, north and south.

After this meeting, he didn't know how it ended in the end, and returned to the hotel in a daze, his face was like a monkey's buttocks, his red was purple, and he was staggering when he walked.

He had never lost such a big man!

So the next day, Song Taiping, who had always been very healthy, finally fell ill, with headaches and nausea, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep well, and had to be admitted to the hospital for recuperation.

The position of president of the writers' association is temporarily held by veteran writers such as Lei Yu and Yu Guang.

Guo Dalu, who was filming in the film and television city, didn't know that Song Taiping, who was holding a meeting in Yuhang, would fall ill because of one of his poems, and he wrote this poem mainly to pretend to be forced.

In fact, he is telling people that he is crying and shouting patriotism, and Lao Tzu will too!

Fuck, I make movies, just pay hundreds of millions of taxes to the state every year, you don't care, the WeChat company under my name, the online payment platform, the car company, these companies, pay tens of billions of taxes to the state every year, you don't know, I provide the country with the key technology of cars, planes you don't know, what you are most interested in is to see what a person says verbally, as for what they will do, there is no patience to pay attention for a long time.

That's exactly the case, the slogan Lao Tzu will also shout, and it is more beautiful than you shout!

It was out of this psychology that he wrote the poem "I Love This Land".

But after writing it, I forgot about it, after all, it was plagiarized, so I didn't pay much attention to it, just to block everyone's mouths, and I didn't think much about the impact of this poem.

But he didn't think much about it, netizens on the Internet would have a variety of interpretations.

There were a few people who wanted to take the opportunity to crusade against Guo Dalu because of the speech of the investigation team, and after seeing this poem, they couldn't help but cry out and immediately extinguished the idea of attacking.

This poem written by Guo Dalu is too high in morality, and the patriotic heart is expressed in an extremely depressed manner, revealing a great spirit of sacrifice of "death turns into mud, but I hope the grass is fat", for those who write such poems, no one should think of attacking, because no one can carry the moral stick in their hands.

More netizens believe that because Guo Dalu is too dark in reality, he will "sing hoarsely", "grief and anger", and finally would rather die to fight against the injustice of today's society, which is obviously what he said to the investigation team.

A netizen even commented: "If it weren't for a few words alluded to him by the investigation team, Guo Dalu would not have written this poem, all because Guo Ye felt sad and even desperate, which burst out from the soul of the shouts and appeals, which will make him seem so sad and angry." ”

"This is a poem that can be passed down for a long time, and when future generations talk about the background of this poem, our investigation team may play a negative role!"

"Rub, sympathize with Guo Ye, despise the investigation team!"

"It's very strange, even if your investigation team investigates the officials, why do you still have to carry a gun and a stick to Guo Ye? Your own people are not corrupted, don't you let people say? What kind of bullshit logic is this?"

"That's right, now that the people's wisdom is open, what can't be said? This mapping of Guo Ye is obviously a signal to the outside world that is unfavorable to Guo Ye!"

"It seems that someone wants to rectify Guo Ye, and now he is bringing the rhythm!"

"Cut, I underestimated the wisdom of netizens, Lao Tzu saw through their despicable intentions at a glance!"

Internet netizens commented like this, even if someone wants to be unfavorable to Guo Dalu this time, this is not the best time, so they can only give up for the time being.

And with Guo Dalu's sensitivity to things, he had already guessed that someone wanted to be unfavorable to him, because of this, he also lost his temper to Guo Kaishan.

As a result, a few persons in charge of the investigation team in the system, who were not accustomed to Guo Dalu and wanted to suppress Guo Dalu, were directly sent out from afar and went to the impoverished mountainous areas to support the construction before they could understand what was going on.

The fate of these people had already been decided when Guo Dalu was on the phone with Guo Kaiming, so Guo Dalu didn't bother to ask about the results at all, and he didn't bother to talk about it to outsiders.

After the phone call with Guo Kaiming, in fact, this matter has already ended. 20110