Xiao Shuhang's friend Zheng Li sneered: "I don't know if Brother Jiang has heard Mr. Zhou Bingtian's prediction for this competition?"

Jiang Ming made a deferential look.

"Brother Xiao has a very good chance of winning the first place. ”

Xiao Shuhang smiled when he heard this.

Jiang Ming pursed his lips and said, "It seems that what you are talking about Mr. Zhou Bingtian's fortune-telling is not accurate." ”

A group of people glared angrily when they heard this.

"Do you know who Mr. Zhou Bingtian is?

Leng Rushuang handed over the rice paper that had been written, and said softly as he walked past them: "I only know that Mr. Zhou Bingtian is your teacher Brother Xiao." ”

Mr. Zhou Bingtian has a special status in the Chinese literary circle, and many people abroad know him.

Jiang Ming snorted when he heard this, "It seems that Mr. Zhou Bingtian's prediction has moisture." ”

Jiang Ming's laughter made Xiao Shuhang blush.

Jiang Ming picked up the pen, quickly wrote a poem on rice paper, and handed it in.

The competition adopts an anonymous voting model, which allows this group of arrogant "talents" to cast a vote, which is really powerful.

Jiang Ming looked at the pages of poems, but he could see a few poems that were indeed well written.

Seeing Leng Rushuang shuttling through the crowd at a glance, Jiang Ming stepped forward and asked, "What are you looking at?" ”

Leng Rushuang said lightly: "I'm looking for your poems." ”

Jiang Ming smiled: "There are so many poems, do you know which one is mine?"

He doesn't have much style here......

Leng Rushuang said calmly: "The most brilliant song in this." ”

Jiang Ming smiled when he heard this.

There was a place in the venue where a lot of people gathered.

Jiang Ming and the others walked over, and the poem happened to be made in advance by Leng Rushuang.

A young man with an excited expression said: "Good poetry, good poetry, looking at this beautiful penmanship, it is estimated that it was made by a female poet." ”

On the side, an old man wearing reading glasses nodded and praised: "This poem writes the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River vividly, and the word 'green' can be called the finishing touch." I privately thought that this poem could be ranked in the top three of this poetry contest. ”

The old man's comment made the poets around him all nod their heads, and seemed to agree very much.

"Now there are more and more talented young people, and the old man is convinced. ”

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded: "I thought that this poem about Jiangnan was already wonderful, but I didn't expect to find a poem that can be called a classic." ”

Everyone looked over, and the person who spoke happened to be Xiao Shuhang.

Xiao Shuhang pointed to the one in the corner.

The old man walked over and read: "You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky ......" [Note: "Will Enter the Wine" Li Bai]

The whole poem is majestic and infectious.

The old man's vicissitudes of life voice was read, which moved the hearts of everyone present.

By the time the old man finished reading, the excited audience applauded wildly: "Good poem, I don't know which great talent wrote it?"

Leng Rushuang stepped forward and voted directly for the poem.

The cold as frost move directly drove many people present.

It's really rare to get a group of self-proclaimed talents to vote!

Xiao Shuhang followed up and voted for the poem, and then walked up to Jiang Ming: "Mr. Jiang, I don't know how many votes your poem has?"

Yun Qian stood aside and watched the excitement, secretly speechless in his heart.

He had just seen that Sect Master Jiang had written it casually, and the poem they had praised was not Grandmaster Jiang's.

Jiang Ming said lightly: "The situation is not bad. Thank you, Brother Xiao. ”

"Will Enter the Wine" was written by him thousands of times, and Li Bai was particularly famous in his previous life. Jiang Ming revised some poems that did not conform to his identity.

Still dead duck with a hard mouth?

By the time it was announced, he was crying!

Xiao Shuhang scolded in his heart, glared at Jiang Ming and left.

The anonymous voting contest takes place for two hours.

After Jiang Ming voted, he stepped aside, Yun Qian walked over, and arched his hand: "Congratulations to Sect Master Jiang in advance, the first three are stable." ”

Jiang Ming smiled meaningfully: "If I win, what will Yun Shao prepare?"

Yun Qian was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Naturally, I want to celebrate for Sect Master Jiang." It's better to choose a day than to hit the sun, but tonight, how about Sect Master Jiang come to my Yun family for dinner?"

Jiang Ming showed a smile: "Okay." "I hope your grandfather won't kill you if he finds out.

Yun Qian's scalp was numb by Jiang Ming's smile, and he always felt as if he was being targeted.

Jiang Ming beckoned and said, "This anonymous vote should be over, I'll go first." ”

There are two poems that are the most outstanding in this Chinese Youth Poetry Contest, and the number of voters has reached more than 100 people.

miserable, there is not a single vote.

Those people are talented people from all over the country.

How precious is a vote here? It is not easy for those talented people who are arrogant and arrogant to surrender and vote for you.

Zheng Li threw his hand at Xiao Shuhang: "Brother Xiao, it seems that your third position should be stable, congratulations in advance." ”

Xiao Shuhang was a little disappointed, he had no choice but to say: "Who made those two poems too powerful." We are really able to produce people in Huaxia. ”

Zheng Li said: "Brother Xiao, the third is already a very good result. It's better than a few hundred ......."

Xiao Shuhang smiled when he heard this, looked in Jiang Ming's direction, and asked a little proudly, "Brother Jiang, I don't know where your limerick is?"

Xiao Shuhang sneered in his heart, and said that he could surpass him with a casual limerick?

I don't know what kind of mood he is in now.

Jiang Ming looked at Xiao Shuhang's evil smile, and said with a smile: "I also want to thank Brother Xiao." ”

Xiao Shuhang was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Jiang Ming thanked him.

"Thank you, Xiao Dacaizi, for your vote. ”

When Xiao Shuhang heard this, the whole person almost jumped up, and said in surprise: "That...... That...... You wrote "Will Enter the Wine"? How is this possible? Didn't you write it on the spot?"

There were more than 400 poets in the audience, almost all of whom were talented literati from all over the world, and no matter how poor they were, they were also the literary and academic masters of various schools.

The poems they identify with, that is really level.

Who made it on the spot, and wrote it so well?

The people around him were stunned, isn't this the dirt bun who didn't even know the rules of the game at the beginning?

Jiang Ming smiled evilly and said, "If it weren't for Brother Xiao's publicity, I might not have such good results! Thank you!"

Xiao Shuhang almost fell directly to the ground!

He really thought it was written by some famous talent!

Zheng Li's face was also ugly, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Xiao Shuhang, and said, "Brother Xiao, you have to hold on!"

Stick to your uncle!

This anonymous vote is interesting, and maybe it was voted for someone who I was not used to.

Originally, I couldn't get used to each other, but I was inexplicably impressed by his talent.

Jiang Ming looked at Xiao Shuhang, who was hit hard, and smiled proudly, if others are not happy, he will be happy!

Xiao Shuhang stood up straight, stared at Jiang Ming's smiling face, and finally held back a sentence and said: "That song "Jiangnan" is very well written, and the style of Jiangnan is written very well, do you think the jury will let you be the first?"

The first place in the Chinese Youth Poetry Contest is of great significance. Once you get this first place, the Chinese literary world will be completely opened up, and you will get a steady stream of resources.

……

Wu Yong said coldly: "Mr. Song Jintao, hello, I am Shaodong of the Wu family in the central capital, Wu Yong." ”

Song Jintao was nervous when he received a call from Wu Shao, the central capital. This is the eldest young master of Zhongdu, why did he call him?

Wu Yong continued: "I heard that you went to participate in the poetry contest, I have a person's name here, and I don't want him to appear on the top three list. ”

Song Jintao's face changed suddenly, and he said in surprise: "You asked me to fake?"

This is a shame for a literati.

Wu Yong snorted and said, "Mr. Song Jintao, your new book is about to be released, right?"

Song Jintao was cold, and understood Wu Yong's hint.

Zhongdu is a well-known place for books, and there are many readers who read books.

If he loses sales in this area, his new book will be completely ruined.

That's three years of hard work!

Wu Yong smiled evilly and said: "As the saying goes: 'Wen is not the first, Wu is not the second', Mr. Song bites him to death and writes badly, you are not satisfied, who dares to say a 'no' word?"

Literature is different from martial arts, martial arts can kill a person on the spot to determine the victory, the words of literature are ethereal, and the feelings that each person gets are different.

So......

Song Jintao's expression gradually turned cold, and he asked, "I don't know who you are talking about?"

Wu Shao was indeed right in saying this......

Wu Yong heard that Song Jintao, a great writer, had compromised, and he was a little proud.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Wu Yong's eyes, and he said word by word: "Jiang, Ming!"

If you want me to be bad, I want you to be unlucky in the game!