"Xiao Qin, please introduce yourself first. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Mr. Wang said, just like the first question.

After Qin Ye heard the question, he smiled slightly, with his first experience, he would not be planted on this problem this time.

"My name is Qin Ye, before I wrote, I was an extra, because I usually love literary works, so I have the work "Notes on Tomb Robbery". As for the success of this book, it is also something I expected. ”

Qin Ye said slowly, he didn't lie, the tomb robbery notes were in his own world, but it was extremely hot, and he was also tested in this world.

"Pretty confident, young man."

After listening to Qin Ye answer the first question, although Wang Gang felt that Qin Ye was a little arrogant, he did not refute Qin Ye.

The tomb robbery notes are indeed on fire, and they are becoming popular quickly with lightning speed, which makes several CEOs have to admire the achievements of the tomb robbery notes.

"You say you love literature? What books do you read? At this time, Yao Jianmin, who was sitting in the back, spoke, obviously he was also interested.

Wang Gang saw Yao Jianmin speak, and he introduced to Qin Ye: "This is one of the founders of our company, Mr. Yao, Yao Jianming. ”

"Well, hello Mr. Yao, I usually read some poetry occasionally." Qin Ye glanced at Yao Jianming, this person should be about fifty years old, his expression was not angry and dangerous, giving people a feeling that he was not easy to get along with.

"Oh, poetry? Whose poetry do you like to read? Yao Jianming's usual love for poetry has reached the level of obsession, and after hearing that Qin Ye has the same hobby as himself, this guy suddenly came to his senses.

"Pushkin." Qin Ye replied.

"Pushkin? I've never heard of it! ”

Not only Yao Jianmin has not heard of Pushkin, but Wang Gang and Zhao Shuchun, the two CEOs, have also not heard of it.

Qin Ye had forgotten this, those great cultural people on his planet did not exist in this world.

"It's a poet from my hometown, and he's usually a low-key old man, so it's normal that you haven't heard of it." Qin Ye hurriedly said.

"That's it, young man, I see that you and I are quite compatible, and I will give you a chance. As long as you can make a modern poem on the spot, I will be satisfied. Then, between you and the other two Great God Authors, I choose to support you to sign this Great God Contract. ”

Yao Jianmin said with a smile like an old fox.

"Lao Yao, are you mistaken? What kind of occasion is this, you can't be willful! Zhao Shuchun, the boss on the side, was anxious.

"Lao Zhao, give young people a chance, as I said, it's not so easy to meet my requirements." Yao Jianmin said confidently.

Zhao Shuchun sighed and didn't say anything more.

"Are you serious? As long as you write a poem that you are satisfied with, you will support me to sign this contract? Qin Ye asked uncertainly.

"Of course, I, Yao Jianmin, have always said the same." Yao Jianmin said.

As far as making a poem, there is really not much difficulty for Qin Ye, since he can get Yao Jianmin's support, Qin Ye simply closed his eyes and began to recall his world-famous poems.

Qin Ye closed his eyes and began to brew.

"I really know how to make poetry."

Several bosses came to be interested, and they were not in a hurry anyway, and everyone began to wait to get up.

"Yes, that's it." Halfway, Qin Ye opened his eyes and slowly recited:

When you are old, your head is white, and you are sleepy,

Snoozing by the fire, please take down this hymn,

Read slowly, remembering the softness of your eyes in the past,

Recall the heavy shadows of their past;

How many people love your youthful and happy hours,

I love your beauty, either hypocritically or sincerely,

Only one loves the soul of your pilgrim,

Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;

Hang your head, beside the red-glowing stove,

Sadly whispering about the passing of love,

On the mountain above it, it paced slowly,

In the middle of a group of stars hides the face.

Qin Ye's voice was smooth and gentle when he recited, and when he finished reciting the whole poem, several bosses were all stunned.

I'll give you a lung!

This Qin Ye is not very old, can he really write poetry?

And it's such a rhyme poem!?

Quiet!

Silence!

Wang Gang looked at Qin Ye as if he had seen a ghost.

Zhao Shuchun also looked confused.

The most shocking thing is Yao Jianmin, he has read countless poems in his life, and he thinks that he still has some achievements in this area, and he usually writes some poems, I thought that Qin Ye was young and would definitely not be able to make poetry, but when the time came, he was coming up with his own works, and it wasn't that he stopped the young man in front of him at once!

But after listening to the poems made by Qin Ye, Yao Jianmin had already given up this idea in his heart, compared with the poems made by Qin Ye, his works are simply scum!

"The charm is good, Lao Yao, you are an expert, how is Qin Ye's poem?" Wang Gang asked.

But Yao Jianmin ignored Wang Gang at the moment, because he was already attracted to Qin Ye's poetry.

"When you are old, and your head is white, and you are sleepy,

Snoozing by the fire, please take down this hymn,

Read slowly, remembering the softness of your eyes in the past,

Think back to the thick shadows of their past....

Good, good, good! ”

After recalling the poems made by Qin Ye a few times, Yao Jianmin said a few good things, and it was obvious that one of Qin Ye's poems had already conquered him.

"Young man, what's the name of your modern poem?" After half a ring, Yao Jianmin asked humbly.

Yao Jianmin has been engaged in culture all his life, and he can hear it at a glance whether it is his original poem, so he is very sure that Qin Ye's modern poem is Qin Ye's original.

"The name of this poem is 'When You're Old.'" Qin Ye replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"When You're Old" is its own world, William? Butler? A poem written by Yeats in 1893 was dedicated by Yeats to his girlfriend Maut? Gunny's passionate and heartfelt love poems. Qin Ye usually likes this poem, so after hearing that Yao Jianmin was going to test himself, the first thing he thought of was this poem.

"When you're old... When you're old... What a poem, what a poem! Yao Jianmin kept repeating, he liked this modern poem so much that even looking at Qin Ye's gaze at this moment felt unprecedented and pleasing to the eye.

"Lao Yao, is this modern poem really so good? Look, you're excited. Zhao Shuchun quipped on the side.

"You know!" Yao Jianmin gave him a fierce look, which made the latter embarrassed.

"Mr. Yao, you promised me before..."Seeing that Yao Jianmin liked this poem so much, Qin Ye hurriedly struck while the iron was hot and asked.

"Don't worry, my old Yao counts, among the three of you authors, I will definitely support you." Yao Jianmin said with a smile.

Hearing Yao Jianmin's promise, Qin Ye was completely relieved at this time. With the support of a boss, he has a slight advantage in competing with two other big-name authors.

"Lao Wang, I look at Qin Ye quite well, if we can't do it, let's focus on supporting him. Although he is a little younger, the writing of "Notes on Tomb Robbery" is indeed unambiguous. Yao Jianmin began to help Qin Ye speak.

"Old Yao, you really won't be bought by this kid with a poem, right..."Wang Gang couldn't cry or laugh at the moment, the development of this matter was simply unexpected, but among the three of them, Yao Jianmin was the oldest qualified, and he didn't have much to say.

"I wasn't bought by his poetry, Qin Ye is really talented, and the song "When You're Old" he made is definitely a master-level work." Yao Jianmin talked about it, he looked at Qin Ye's gaze, and how pleasing it was...

"In case this poem is not his own original, but found it on the Internet in advance, wouldn't it be too ridiculous for you to support him so hastily." Zhao Shuchun said questioningly.

"Looking for it online? Lao Zhao, I didn't say you, after a lifetime of culture, why haven't you grown at all. Don't you believe my vision? I don't earn money with you, you use your mobile phone to search on the Internet, and if you can search for this poem on the Internet, I will transfer 10% of the shares in my name to you. Yao Jianmin was more serious.

"Old Yao, there's no need for this, right?" Wang Gang smiled bitterly on the side.

Zhao Shuchun didn't speak, but he took out his mobile phone and really searched on the Internet.

Qin Ye watched all this quietly, he didn't worry about this, this poetry was unique to his own world, and it would definitely not be searched in this world.

As Zhao Shuchun searched on the Internet, his brows gradually furrowed, don't say it, there is really no one on the Internet!

Could it be that this "When You're Old" is really the original Qin Ye in front of you?

Do you write poetry at a young age? And it was also recognized as a master's work by Lao Yao!?

This Nima is too wicked!

After half a ring, Zhao Shuchun put down his phone with an ugly face.

"How about it, Lao Zhao, can't you find it on the Internet?" Yao Jianmin said.

"I still don't believe it, so be it, if you can do one, I, like Lao Yao, support you to sign the Great God Contract." Zhao Shuchun said angrily.

Wang Gang kept smiling bitterly on the side, he knew that these two were on a poetry bar today!