Wednesday, December 17th.

Because Tang Zui had already recorded the program to be broadcast in the evening in advance, and he was going to participate in the poetry meeting of the Writers' Association, he also asked Dong Shanshan for a day off, and Dong Shanshan naturally did not refuse.

After getting up in the morning, after having a little breakfast, Tang Zui received a call from the staff of the Writers' Association, saying that his relevant procedures had been completed, and asked him to go directly to the recording location of this poetry meeting at about half past one in the afternoon - Tianjing TV, Tang Zui thanked him and hung up the phone.

After looking at the time, it was still early in the afternoon, so he turned on the computer, saved a few more chapters of the novel, and then went out at twelve o'clock.

I casually took a car on the side of the road, turned on the meter, and drove towards Tianjing TV.

Arriving at the destination, Tang Zui looked at the time again, there were still more than ten minutes before half past one, and he went in directly.

After walking in, under the leadership of the relevant responsible personnel, Tang Zui was introduced into a large auditorium, waiting for the official start of the poetry meeting.

Because the wait was too boring, Tang Zui also found a very secluded corner and began to silently be a beautiful man playing with his mobile phone, and in the process of playing with his mobile phone and swiping Weibo, he also found that this time the Writers' Association Poetry Club was in full swing, not only Tianjing TV, but also Tianjing Radio Station, will participate in this live broadcast, of course, this time the live video is a live broadcast on the Internet.

Because it's time for people to rest, there are also a lot of comments on the Tianjing TV page:

"The annual poetry association is here! I wonder if something good will appear this time! ”

"I estimate that this time the poetry will be very high, look at the guests, that's Mr. Ji! There is also a list of poets, the newly elected chairman of the Writers Association, Chen Bingsheng, Zhang Xin... These are all big names! ”

"Huh! Don drunk! There is also Tang drunk on the list! Tang Zui is really here! I thought he was too scared to come! ”

"Hahaha, there's a good show to watch now!"

"I'm really looking forward to Mr. Tang's new work! Those poems he wrote, I really love it, don't want it! Support Mr. Tang! ”

"Support Mr. Zhang Xin! After all, Tang Zui is just a newcomer, and his poems are still incomparable with Mr. Zhang Xin's, come on Mr. Zhang Xin! ”

...

There are countless messages in the book review area, some support Tang Zui, some support others, and some people join in the fun, anyway, there are many onlookers.

Tang Zui looked at the words in the book review area, sometimes frowning, sometimes nodding, looking serious, and at this moment, an old man slowly walked to his side and made a blank seat.

"Young man, are you called Tang Zui?" The old man asked with a smile.

When Tang Zui heard this, he took his eyes off his mobile phone, looked at the old man, and saw that he was smiling at himself kindly, and he also smiled slightly: "Uncle, hello, I am Tang Zui." ”

After the old man heard Tang Zui call him, he was slightly stunned, and then he said: "Haha, little doll, your poems are very good, I like them very much, come on!" ”

After speaking, the old man slowly left his seat accompanied by a middle-aged man, which made Tang Zui feel a burst of surprise.

More than ten minutes have passed, the time has reached 1:35 in the afternoon, the auditorium has been roughly arranged, and all the equipment has been debugged, just waiting for the show to start, and Tang Zui was also invited to the contestants' area and played in the backcourt with Chen Bingsheng and others, of course, none of them paid attention to anyone.

After another five minutes, the people on the TV station signaled that the live broadcast would begin immediately.

"Five"

"Four"

"Three"

"Two"

"One"

As the countdown ended, two voices appeared on the booming stage: "Hello everyone, audience friends. ”

"I'm the host Sun Fan, and I'm the host Zhang Meng."

"The election of this Tianjing Writers Association has ended, first of all, let us congratulate Mr. Chen Bingsheng on being elected as the new chairman of the Writers Association!"

"Whoa!"

Chen Bingsheng got up and bent down slightly to greet everyone.

Tang Zui couldn't help pouting slightly after seeing it, pretending, really good at pretending!

"It's really an honor that our poetry club can invite Mr. Ji Mulin to comment on all of us today!"

"Whoa!"

This time the applause was obviously much warmer than the last one.

And as everyone's applause continued, Mr. Ji also stood up slowly, and also bowed to thank everyone's applause.

Tang Zui was stunned directly when he saw it!

Isn't this the "uncle" who just greeted him, this "uncle" looks very awesome!

The applause finally subsided after about two or three minutes, and the two hosts introduced the director one after another, and after the director, the poetry meeting began.

"Next, I would like to ask Chairman Chen Bingsheng to formulate a theme for this poetry meeting!"

After Chen Bingsheng heard the voice, he did not hesitate, walked straight to the center of the stage, then picked up the microphone and said to everyone: "The theme of this poetry meeting is 'snow', I hope everyone can think well, here I wish you all to play at a super level!" ”

"Whoa!"

There was another round of applause, and at the same time as the applause rang out, the staff also began to arrange tables, chairs, benches, pens, ink, paper inkstones and other utensils in the center of the stage.

The audience in the auditorium below craned their necks one by one and looked forward, only to find that they could see nothing at all.

After the tables, chairs and benches were placed, Tang Zui and others also entered the venue one after another, which naturally caused a burst of screams and applause, both true and false.

Tang Zui was very satisfied with this effect, although he was the last to play, but he still stretched out his right hand, showing a smile that he thought was very reserved but very cheap in the eyes of outsiders, greeted those fanatical "pseudo-fans", and then sat down in his seat in order.

When everything was ready, Zhang Meng, with a sweet smile, finally began to say the last thing:

"Thank you for the leaders' speeches, the following is the competition of the poetry club, I am here to talk about the rules, all the spectators inside and outside the venue, one vote per person, can vote for your favorite poems through the bar subtitles below, we also invited three comrades from the notary office today, so please rest assured that the results must be fair, and we will count the top three, and then hand it over to Mr. Ji Lao as the final verdict who is the champion of this poetry meeting, then next, let's give the stage to these teachers!"