Chapter 193: Mysterious Master

Man is a very strange animal. Since Tang and Song have so many titles, then they must be like this, and they must surpass him.

Song Renxiao has a strong creative team behind him, which is not very difficult.

Among the poets, the most important thing to speak in the magic capital is not the people in the Poetry Association, but the poet slave Wei Zhengyi in front of him.

As long as he can get his approval, then he will be able to stand in the poetry circle of the magic capital, and even in Huaxia.

It was out of this psychology that Song Renxiao came to Wei Zhengyi. Besides, this Sima Xiangru Song Award, he is also one of the heavyweight judges, as long as the relationship with him is handled well, it can be said that it is a great benefit to himself.

At this time, Wei Zhengyi was still looking at the poetry book. Excluding subjective factors, although Song Renxiao's poems alone cannot be called superb, they can still be mastered.

For a Korean, it's not a good idea.

Two hours later, Shi Nu Wei Zhengyi picked up the poetry book, stared at Song Renxiao and said lightly,

"What's your name?"

"Back to Mr. Wei's words, junior Song Renxiao."

"That's the Korean writer!"

Song In-hyo nodded.

Wei Zheng smashed his chin and said, "To be honest, I don't like you as a person. Still, these poems are acceptable. ”

After hearing this, Song Renxiao blinked his eyes and began to use this as an opportunity to say all the prepared lines.

Song Renxiao has been talking about Jian'an, and even said that there are many points of view, and even Wei Zhengyi can't help but be surprised.

An hour later, Song In-hyo left. However, he said that he would come to visit Wei Zhengyi again tomorrow.

For three days in a row, this Song Renxiao was in contact with Wei Zhengyi, and the relationship seemed to be much closer.

"Mr. Wei, I have been guided by you in the past few days, I Song Renxiao have gained a lot, I hope you will not shirk today, besides, we can still chat while eating......"

The Palace Hotel is a hotel built in the style of the palace in the magic capital. At the dinner table, Song Renxiao wanted to worship Shinu Wei Zhengyi as an apprentice.

Wei Zhengyi could more or less guess the thoughts of this stick, and after thinking slightly, he smiled heartily and said, "Xiao Song, in fact, there is also a master of poetry in the magic capital. If you really want to learn from him, you can worship him! ”

As soon as the poet Wei Zhengyi said this, Song Renxiao couldn't help but be stunned, there are poets with a higher level than the poet Wei Zhengyi, why haven't I heard of it.

Although Song Renxiao was very excited in his heart, he didn't show it too much. He knew that whether he could worship that master as a teacher, Wei Zhengyi still played a key role.

"Mr. Wei, I don't know what to call that master?" Song Renxiao was naturally curious.

"I've already contacted him just now, and you'll know when he arrives!"

Song Renxiao was excited. In fact, his previous plan was to have a relationship with Wei Zheng, and as for the matter of apprenticeship, he didn't have great hopes.

And now, Wei Zhengyi actually recommended a master who was stronger than him. It seems that he has made the right move.

Not far away, a few people were secretly filming there. They were journalists, and they came when they got the call.

And that mysterious phone call was arranged by Song Renxiao.

Syllable!

Syllable!

The reporters grabbed a number of shots that could be exposed. At this moment, Cheng Haoyu, who is known as the little God of Wealth, appeared in this hotel with a few people.

The people behind Cheng Haoyu, Wei Zhengyi knew two of them, namely Shi Yong, chairman of the Writers' Association, and Ji Jinyu, vice chairman.

Seeing them walking towards him, Shi Nu Wei Zhengyi seemed to have understood something, especially when he saw the few people with cameras in the distance, Shi Nu Wei Zhengyi was even more determined in his thoughts.

Since they have set up such a game, let him solve it.

Others don't know, this little god of wealth Cheng Haoyu is very clear in his heart, although this poetry slave Wei Zhengyi has a weird temper, but it has an unusual relationship with Sima Wen, the old man of the Sima family, and it is said that he is still a classmate.

Therefore, Cheng Haoyu has a lot of respect for Wei Zhengyi, and said with a pleasant face, "Old Wei, it's really an honor to meet you here." ”

"Do I know you?" Wei Zhengyi asked rhetorically.

Ji Jinyu, vice chairman of the Writers' Association, laughed and said, "Old Wei, this is Cheng Haoyu, the young talent of the Cheng family." ”

"Who are you?" Wei Zhengyi asked knowingly.

Ji Jinyu is a fire, this Cheng Haoyu is the real god of wealth in their eyes, he wanted to pretend to be a handful, but he never thought that this poetry slave would be so ignorant, although he thought so in his heart, he still said with a smile, "Old Wei, you are really a noble person and really forgetful, I am Xiao Ji, the Xiao Ji of the Writers' Association!" ”

At this time, Song Renxiao spoke, "Since everyone knows each other, it's better to be together." Wei Lao, what do you say? ”

Wei Zheng nodded. You've already arranged everything, and if you don't let you finish this play, won't you be so sorry.

After a few people sat down, Shi Yong spoke first, "Old Wei, the last time we met, it was the last meeting when Sima Xiangru gave the award. It's been three years. You're old, but you're in good health. I've been thinking about you. ”

"Why don't you look at me if you're thinking about me." Wei Zhengyi retorted.

To be honest, Shi Yong wanted to scold. Damn, can't you hear it, that's what I said, besides, who dares to provoke your temper, in the early years, Lao Tzu came to you with money and gifts, how did you treat Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu drove directly out of the door.

What did I Shi Yong say now that I am also the chairman of the Writers' Association, there is no need to be angry with you now.

Song Renxiao knew that Shi Yong Ji Jinyu and Wei Zheng were not together, and the relationship was not very good, so he hurriedly haha,

"Oh yes, I'm going to have a big piece of news for you. Elder Wei wanted to introduce a master to me, and I thought about it, and I would worship him as a teacher no matter what. ”

Immediately, Song Renxiao briefly explained the matter.

Cheng Haoyu, the little god of wealth, said, "The master who can make Wei Lao admire must be a true master of the famous name." I don't know who it is? ”

Shi Yong and Ji Jinyu are also very curious, who can surpass the poetry slave in the poetry world of this magic capital. Have it?

Could it be that there are really hermits in this society now?

The two looked at each other, then shook their heads.

Seeing that Wei Zhengyi didn't speak, Song Renxiao said again, "Wei always wants to surprise everyone." After a while, when the master arrived, he would know. ”

Immediately afterward, several people waited one after another.

The paparazzi were snapping pictures non-stop.

Suddenly, one of the paparazzi, as if he had noticed something, sharpened his eyes.

"Look, who's that?"

The other person looked at his gaze and couldn't help but be stunned, it turned out to be Tang Tang. How did he get here? That's amazing, that's big news!

Tang Tang, Stick, Shinu, Little God of Wealth, Chairman of the Writers Association. All of them are heavyweights.

Several people cheered up one after another, for fear of missing any shots.

"Oops, so many people!" After Tang Song came to his destination, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The news of the failure of the assassination had already reached Cheng Haoyu's ears. He didn't expect this guy to be so hard, but fortunately, he was a killer in the name of the Shen family, and he was killed in time afterwards.

The expression on Song In-hyo's face also became less calm. He felt that this guy was here to sweep the game.

"Why are you here?" Song Renxiao said in surprise.

"Who are you?" Shi Yong asked. In fact, he knew Tang Song and knew Tang Song.

Some time ago, Tang and Song were so popular on the Internet, and it was a matter in the circle. How could this Shi Yong not know.

"Who are you?" Tang Song stared at Shi Yong and asked.

"This is the chairman of the writers' association!" Ji Jinyu pointed at Shi Yong and said.

"Oh, the shoemaker. How much is a pair of shoes, I wear 43. Tang Song pointed to his feet and asked sincerely.

"It's not about making shoes, it's about the writers' association, the abbreviation of the writers' association!" Ji Jinyu said indignantly, "It's terrible to be uneducated! ”

"Oh, it's the Writers' Guild." Tang Song snorted, "When you say that, I understand." Actually, I've always wanted to be a member of the Writers' Guild. ”