It felt like in the blink of an eye, and Su Mo had already returned to the capital. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

That's right, it's the capital, and the person "seconded" him by the prime minister is actually the leader of the Propaganda Department, to be precise, CCTV, because CCTV is preparing a national charity gala, so he took a fancy to Su Mo, an all-round talent whose influence is in full swing.

And it is precisely because of this that Su Mo got on a military helicopter and a military transport plane for the first time in his life, and returned to the capital at a very fast speed.

At this time, a conference room of CCTV.

The spacious venue was filled with people from various departments and experts and scholars from all walks of life, and sitting in the center was the chief director of the charity gala, Hu Lai.

It was obvious that Hu Lai, who was frowning at this time, was annoyed and tangled, and looked coldly at the crowd below that was divided into two factions and quarreled.

This charity gala is the focus of the above, requiring perfection, and the director of the pursuit of art, Hu Lai, also hopes to do flawlessly, so since the beginning of the preparation, he has led the team to formulate the overall direction and process, and then the collection, screening, elimination, and determination of one program after another, which can be described as exhaustive, but now it is stuck on the most critical major program.

Group poetry recitation.

In Hulai's conception, the military band accompanied by a bunch of respected celebrities from all walks of life recited affectionately words and phrases that coexisted with both thickness and beauty, grief and hope, and touching pictures of the earthquake flashed on the big screen -- oops, this momentum, this battle, is simply the ultimate killer of tears at the party!

So far on this topic, the soundtrack has been written, the celebrities who have recited have been invited one by one, and the pictures have been edited, so now there is only one point that is still being contested, using the words written by him?

Word Sect Zhou Zhao? Or Wenzong Zhao Baixian?

Zhou Zhao, who is exactly 60 this year, is a well-known old artist in China, and his words and sentences are written perfectly, especially the lyrics, whether it is classic red songs or pop music, everyone on the streets and alleys will sing his words, and the style of words is thick and affectionate, and the momentum is majestic; Zhao Baixian, 49 years old this year, a famous essayist, his prose has been selected for many textbooks and college entrance examination questions, and is known for his beautiful and tragic writing.

Whoever these two people changed could be up to the task, but both of them submitted extremely excellent works, and as a result, hehe, carried it.

Don't look at the current Zhou Zhao and Zhao Baixian, both of whom are silently smiling, maintaining the humility of the literati, it seems that the focus of everyone's argument is not the same as them, but none of them want to give up this opportunity to show their faces, firstly, this mission is very honorable, and secondly, it is also out of the arrogance of the literati, if they are defeated, doesn't it mean that they are inferior to the other party?

Joke! This is simply an existence worse than killing the head of the literati.

So although the two didn't speak, they each had their own supporters, so they couldn't get into a fight.

Oh my God, help me!

Just when Hu Lai was feeling a deep headache, a staff member suddenly ran outside and whispered a word in Hu Lai's ear, and suddenly Hu Lai's eyes lit up, patted the microphone in front of him, and said: "Everyone is quiet, everyone is quiet!" ”

The venue quickly fell silent, and then Hu Lai continued: "The so-called authorities are fans, it just so happens that there is another heavyweight literati here, why don't we listen to his opinion."

Heavyweight literati?! Could it be that the writer is here!

Zhou Zhao and Zhao Baixian's eyes changed, but they quickly calmed down, what happened to the writer, even if the only remaining writer in Huaxia Kingdom came, he didn't have to be afraid, after all, the old man was only good at writing magical reality literature, and he was not good at using words at this party.

Everyone was curious about who this heavyweight was, and they stared at the door one by one, and soon, under the guidance of the staff, a thin and tall man walked in, and his young and handsome face was surprising.

Su Mo Su Wenzong!

What a great god! Many people, especially young people, spontaneously have a sense of cordial worship, feeling that there is no need to fight now, Comrade Lao Zhou and Comrade Lao Zhao can stand aside, and people can let you have one hand! And Zhou Zhao and Zhao Baixian glanced at each other very tacitly, conveying too much information.

"Lao Zhao, bad things!"

"Brother Zhou, we have to take a break!"

"No, even if you are elected, you can't let this junior ride on the head, otherwise where will our old face go?"

"Heroes see the same thing! Brother, everything is under your command! ”

With a very short eye contact, the two comrades, Lao Zhou and Lao Zhao, reached an alliance like an exchange of divine consciousness, which shows their jealousy and fear of Su Mo's title of "Asia's No. 1 Talent".

As soon as Su Mo came in, he was welcomed by everyone's eyes, and he was used to it, but he was very keenly aware of the four different hostile eyes, and he was suddenly a little surprised in his heart, Lao Tzu is not handsome enough to be able to pull hatred when he just met, right? !

"Haha, Su Wenzong! I have admired the name for a long time, but I am looking forward to you, please sit down, please sit down! ”

Hu Lai stood up, warmly held Su Mo's hand, and pulled him to sit beside him as he spoke, Su Mo was a little flattered and said, "You're polite, I don't know who you are?" ”

Poof!

Many people held back their laughter, is this old nonsense a hot face and a cold ass? Su Wenzong doesn't know who you are at all.

But Lao Hu has been tested for a long time, and he almost didn't see embarrassment, and said with a smile: "It's my negligence, I am the chief director of this CCTV charity gala, Hu Lai"

Su Mo nodded and replied with a smile: "It turned out to be Director Hu, like thunder, like thunder!" ”

"I have won awards and awards, in view of the urgency of time, Su Wenzong, I will say it bluntly, I invite you to come this time, I want to ask you to be the artistic consultant of this charity gala, after all, Su Wenzong's achievements in literature and music are well known to the world."

"Deserved! Deserved! Su Mo was taken aback, and hurriedly refused: "How can I be virtuous, I can't handle this heavy task, all the seniors present are both virtuous and artistic, Director Hu should find another high."

"Su Wenzong, this art consultant is just a false name, everything is mainly for the people in the disaster area, it must be Su Wenzong's wish to do a good job in this charity gala, so don't shirk it anymore, it's decided!"

"This ......" mentioned Su Mo's concern, and his attitude was not so resolute.

Hu Lai directly overlord forced the bow: "Su Wenzong, there is a tricky matter at the moment, the words of the large-scale poem recitation have not yet been decided, here are two alternatives, I won't say which one is the handwriting of the great virtue, you take a look first, see which one is more suitable, or, Su Wenzong can also run for election, after all, Su Wenzong is famous for his talents, and he can wait for him."

Su Mo's seven tricks were exquisite, and when he heard this, a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, and he had already guessed what was going on with the hostile gaze when he came in just now, and immediately scolded Hu Lai's cheating father, the difficult problems you can't discuss let me make a decision, no matter who you say is good, you will offend another person, and you candid, good guy, that will offend two people!

Although Su Mo is not afraid of offending people, he really doesn't want to make trouble at this time, he just wants to get things done as soon as possible, and then fly back to the disaster area.

Thinking like this, Su Mo had a plan in his heart, and in the face of everyone's inquiring eyes, he smiled: "Because I don't want to waste time, I'm not modest......"

Zhou Zhao and Zhao Baixian's eyes suddenly narrowed, this kid is still trying to intervene, but he has to pass my old pig first! - But then Su Mo's words made their hostility disappear.

“…… I'm not good at reciting lyrics, so I don't want to interfere, but I have the heart to give the soundtrack......"

Su Mo said slowly, while looking down, hehe, sure enough, the expressions of the two people who were hostile to him just now immediately eased, and he smiled in his heart, two old men, I won't rob you, this is our broad-mindedness, learn more in the future.

The audience was silent, and seemed to be shocked by Su Mo's words, which made Su Mo a little proud of his strategy of dangling a shot, making a sound, and letting dogs and chickens go, but as soon as he turned around, a stronger hostility struck.

It was a middle-aged man sitting directly opposite Su Mo wearing brown glasses and oily pigtails!

(To be continued)