Chapter 41: The Coming Bar

Verse?

Is this a treasure poem?

Never heard of it!

Self-created verses?

Outcry!

The audience was detonated again!

"Oh my God! Is this a verse? Verses I've never seen before! Legend has it that the word is more expensive than gold! ”

"Absolutely self-created! It's amazing! ”

"I've seen someone create their own verses in my lifetime!"

"How can my generation be a thing in the pool, and when it encounters a storm, it will turn into a dragon! Ah, it's so domineering, what a majestic verse, I feel a wave of ambition! ”

"These two poems will definitely be included, it's just too domineering!"

"Idol! An absolute idol, not only has a smart mind, but also can write poems and lyrics! In the future, he will definitely be a generation of writers! ”

Zi Tingyou looked at the misty young man on the screen in a daze, and his heart was full of curiosity. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info At this moment, she had an urge to get to know Qin Lang well.

An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Bancheng's mouth, and he said softly: "These guys finally have an opponent." See how long you can scream. ”

At this time, these two lines of poetry were also spread by the audience at the scene or in front of the TV at the fastest speed.

Under Qin Lang's personal information on the Internet, another verse was added.

And Qin Lang's popularity has surpassed the popularity of many third-tier stars!

There are also people from the Writers' Association who have noticed the character of Qin Lang, and at this moment they are in the conference room of the Writers' Association, and a fierce meeting is being held.

"A talent like him, I feel the need to be drawn into our writers' association, become one of us, and ......"

"Stop! If he becomes one of us, how can other writers be embarrassed? Other writers have already reached the qualification to join the writers' association, but we have not given a reply to others for a long time, and at this time, you have suddenly given this qualification to others, so who will join our writers' association in the future? A middle-aged man said angrily.

"I also think Lao Zhou is right, although he is still talented, but he can't lose the reputation of our writers' association. So, I think it's necessary to let the writer who has already qualified enter the ranks of writers and become one of us. A slightly chubby middle-aged man also agreed with that old Zhou's words.

"What's the matter, you guys are violating the requirements of the Writers' Association, the requirements of our Writers' Association are that those who have the ability are preferred, who cares if they apply early or late, besides, the writer who is qualified enough is just writing a little prose, and it's not an earth-shattering work, it's not necessary, and we want to woo it, but the talent who can write poetry, do you understand what this represents! This represents our line of writers, and in the days to come, it is possible to create more verses. Wen Zheng yelled angrily. These writers are usually honest and don't do anything serious.

"I don't like to hear what you say, who said that we violated the rules of the Writers Association, we are safeguarding the reputation of the Writers Association."

"Everyone knows that our writers' association can only enter one writer every year, and the requirements are extremely harsh, Zhang Xiaotong has already submitted an application last month, and this month has reached the qualifications, so it is necessary for us to give priority to Zhang Xiaotong instead of Qin Lang." Lao Zhou said disdainfully.

"You, have you ever thought that such a talent would be resentful and not join our association because of your neglect, do you know how much loss it will cause?"

"Don't say it, anyway, a few of us agree with Zhang Xiaotong's priority admission, as for Qin Lang, let him be next year, I promise to give him priority next year." After Lao Zhou finished speaking, he left the conference room with three or four leaders of the writers' association. Only Wen Zheng and one of his friends in the conference room were left.

"Forget it, Wen Zheng, if this matter is according to the process, they are indeed justified, but in terms of the overall situation, they are not as far as you think, and I have heard that this Zhang Xiaotong has a relationship and a background, so you understand." Wen Zheng's friend comforted.

"That's what I said, but, do you know Qin Lang's talent? Such a talented person will definitely not be low in the future, and he can even reach the top of the ranks of writers. Wen Zheng sighed.

"I know what you said, but as long as it's a talent, you can be generous and glorious anywhere, isn't it? Therefore, we don't have to worry about it, a talent will shine wherever he goes. ”

On the Internet, the two lines of poetry that Qin Lang said, including this video, were also uploaded to the Internet, and were widely forwarded and commented on, and even the click-through rate of such a video has exceeded the click-through rate of a certain movie.

At this moment, on the highway in Anhui, there is a Maserati running at high speed in the direction of Anhui Satellite TV.

And after Qin Lang left the gate of Anhui Satellite TV, he returned to the hotel, he planned to go back tomorrow, this is not the place where he developed. It would be best for him to go back to the school.

Back at the hotel, pack up and pack up things, it is already dark, and at this moment there is a teacher in the hotel, this teacher is to do logistics for the students.

However, Qin Lang did not look for him, but went to a drunken place alone in the night, and this place was also a place that Qin Lang liked to go to in his previous life.

Coming to the gate, looking at the flashing neon lights and the faint music coming from inside, Qin Lang smiled and strode in.

From the outside, the sound is very small, but when you walk in, the shocking sound makes people's hearts beat faster, and you can't hear any other sound, only the sound of music.

opened a booth and ordered some beer, Qin Lang leaned on the sofa and drank it alone.

At this time, the music in the bar suddenly became quieter, and finally slowly faded.

Light music began, and at this time, it was also the time when there were the most people in the evening, and it was also the time when it was about to be the highest.

Qin Lang was drinking, and suddenly a girl sat over in revealing clothes, looking very restrained, Qin Lang knew at a glance that this was a newcomer, maybe it was still a place.

Qin Lang's eyes lit up suddenly, and Qin Lang hugged her, but the girl dodged as if she had been electrocuted.

The corners of Qin Lang's mouth pulled up an arc, and under the illumination of the light, it was full of confusion and mystery.

Xiaoxue looked at the boy in front of her, who was not old and about the same age as herself, a little puzzled and a little shy.

"Come, beauty, sit down and have a good chat, and have a few drinks with me." Qin Lang gave Xiaoxue a glass of wine, and held it up to signal to touch one.

Xiao Xue hesitated and picked up the cup and touched it gently, but Qin Lang deliberately made it bad, and when he pushed a little harder, the beer spilled out, splashing Xiao Xue's white chest.

Qin Lang hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll wipe it for you." I was just about to wipe it, smack! A slap came over.

Qin Lang looked at this beauty blankly, his face suddenly became cold and ruthless, and he said lightly: "Get out!" Then he took out the only two hundred pieces in his pocket and threw them to her.

Xiaoxue was a little overwhelmed, she made such an action by reflex, not intentionally at all.

And at this time, a man, surrounded by a group of men, stood in front of Qin Lang's eyes, and the man smiled shamefully: "Brother, give me this girl, buddy, I can't meet a good one when I drink, and a good one of them will come to you." What do you think? Let it be for me, right? ”

Qin Lang glanced at him and said lightly, "Whatever, this is not mine." Then he drank to himself. I don't pay attention to the person in front of me at all.

However, when Qin Lang said this, that Xiaoxue suddenly became nervous, looking at the man in front of him with fear, and slowly leaning towards Qin Lang.

Qin Lang frowned, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a violent tremor in his body beside him. Qin Lang knew in his heart that there must be something in this!