The online voting is open, and with everyone's ten-minute voting, the number of votes gradually surfaces, and no one cares about the votes of other contestants anymore, just look at the first place, how many votes Xi Qing has.

Nine thousand eight hundred votes!

Shenma, 9,800 votes, this is just the rhythm of online voting to break 10,000?

At this time, the on-site voting activity has ended, and the staff of the student union have already taken the votes and are singing votes intensively.

But the ticket recording activity is not as complicated as imagined, because almost every ticket in the past has Xi Qing's name written on it.

There are more than 1,000 people who came to watch the poetry contest on the spot, so Xi Qing's final votes must be more than 10,000!

If it can break 10,000 yuan, it means that it has crushed the previous painting competition, singing competition, or dance competition, which is absolutely revitalizing poetry, and this poetry competition is definitely a successful performance.

"The statistics are out."

A few minutes later, the roll ended.

Bian Xuejing got the final result, and at this time, Xi Qing's fans all stood up, no one expected that a poem would make Xi Qing the prince charming in the hearts of school girls.

10,000 votes, 10,000 votes.

The classmates began to shout loudly, which made Bian Xuejing a little nervous at the moment.

It was still Xi Qing who patted Bian Xuejing's shoulder and asked him to calm down.

Bian Xuejing smiled gently at Xi Qing, and stood tall to face the classmates in the audience: Xi Qing's final vote is....11,998 votes, by the way, this vote has to be added by one more vote, because I also have Xi Qing in this vote, so Xi Qing's final vote is 11,999 votes.

11,999 votes, more than 10,000.

A new history has been created.

Xi Qing, you are the best.

The applause rose again, and when the final votes were announced, the sky continued to boil, although there were no fireworks, but it was gorgeous! But Xi Qing was surprisingly calm down at that moment, and Xi Qing still felt that this poem was not enough to compare with the works of those great poets and famous artists in his previous life.

I just piled up the poems of my predecessors and found a clever arrangement, and I have to thank those predecessors for that.

The influence of poetry competitions in schools has not faded, and the poetry craze will remain for some time to come.

In the western restaurant closest to the school, four people are already sitting on two leather sofas.

Two students, two middle-aged people.

Tao Xiaoman introduced Xi Qing on the side, which made Xi Qing, who had been blinded before, understand: It turned out that this bejeweled woman was the famous Blue Phoenix, the boss of the famous Phoenix Publishing House.

The man next to him is the editor-in-chief of the publishing house, Long Yu, known as the "old pen" in the editorial world.

Long Yu said: "Congratulations, you won the championship of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club." ”

Xi Qing said indifferently: "This championship is actually nothing to me, I want to be able to make a little contribution to the revival of poetry in the school, which I value more." ”

"Okay." Long Yu couldn't help but clapped his hands: "Xi Qing, your poetry talent is really outstanding, and when I met you today, I found that your thinking is also very mature, which is rare among young people." We might as well open the skylight and say something, the poetry collection you created before was submitted to our publishing house, we reviewed the manuscript, and the application book number has been approved, and these poems are planned to be published in the "Time" column, which we use as a means of publicity for your poetry. After a certain period of publicity, we will publish the poetry collection for you. I asked you to come here this time to show you how we work together. ”

Long Yu took out a contract, pushed it over and said, "I have already drawn up the contract, if you have no opinion, you can sign it at the end." If you have any opinions, we will discuss it today, and I will draw up the contract when I go back, and let Xiaoman give it to you directly. ”

Long Yu is an old editor, wearing a pair of glasses and a mustache, he has a lot of personality and is more decisive.

Xi Qing knew his seniority, and soon understood the topic of his conversation today: "Editor Long, thank you for the importance that the publishing house attaches to me. If it weren't for Tao Xiaoman's help, I really don't know how to contact you. ”

"Hehe, it's also fate, you look at the contract first."

Xi Qing took the contract over, because there were seven or eight pages of content, Xi Qing looked very slow.

This poetry collection was published, and Xi Qing knew that many writers contacted the publishing house at their own expense and asked them to help publish books for themselves, which had to be said to be caused by the recession of the poetry market.

In addition, in today's society, who still has Yaxing to read poetry, so the sales of poetry collections are not good, which is also the most critical factor in the recession of the poetry market.

But in this contract, Phoenix Publishing House helped him publish a collection of poems, and even promised to give Xi Qing royalties.

The royalty of six percent, although it is relatively low, is not well-known, and in the poetry world, he is definitely a fledgling, and he can promise to give himself royalties, what else is he picky about. This is often the treatment of those who are poets.

Then the price of the poetry book was thirty yuan a copy. As for their own income, in the end, it depends on sales. Xi Qing finally nodded directly in agreement.

"And I signed it?"

Xi Qing didn't want to proceed so smoothly, but Long Yu suddenly waved his hand at this time and said: "Xi Qing, don't be in a hurry first, you look at it more hastily, and you may not see it clearly." I have to tell you, after you sign it, you have to write five more poems. ”

"Five more?" Xi Qing is unknown.

"Haha, we need to have at least twelve original poems in this collection, so that we can typeset it and not make the pages seem so empty. You have only submitted 7 poems to us now, so I have this agreement in the contract, you have to make up 12 poems, and the quality of the poems should not be too different from the previous 7 poems. ”

Xi Qing understood: "Meaning, I have to take out five more songs?" ”

"That's right."

Xi Qing wrote a modern poem called "The Tenderness That Can't Be Written" before, although this one is not very beautiful, and it is a little young and immature, but as a collection of poems he once created, Xi Qing proposed to count this one.

Long Yu nodded: "Yes." This can be used as a gimmick, and it also witnesses your green age, no problem. That's two songs left. ”

"I once wrote a poem to Lao Shi in our class, it's like this, I don't know if it can be counted?"

The moon is bright at the end of the world, and the name is white to initiate acacia,

It is too late to extinguish the candle and merge the light, and it is unbearable to send true knowledge.

At this time, it is still a good time to sleep, and the night is dressed and dewed,

In the middle of the night, he suddenly sat up, and the spring silkworm spit out new silk!

Long Yu tasted this poem and felt that it was not much worse than the poem in which the wax torch turned to ashes and tears began to dry: "This one is very good." What other poems have you ever written? ”

"There is another song, which I composed for a couple at the ends of the earth."

"Listen to it." Long Yu discovered the New World of America.

Xi Qing raised his head:

Hairi once met, you and I are at the end of the world,

Ning Meng's pen is the matchmaker, and the poem is signed on the stone,

A smile is sweeter than honey, and the city is in my heart,

A pillar rises in the southern sky, hovering with each other.

Long Yu was shocked, and his heart was shocked by Xi Qing's writing at that moment: Good poem, good poem, compared to the one that praises the teacher, this one is estimated to be more sought after in the time column, Xi Qing, you are amazing. With these three songs, you only need two more poems to get the book published.

Tao Xiaoman said: "Isn't Xi Qing's song at the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting also very good, it's a swan song, I think it can be included." ”

Lan Fenghuang said: "Yes, I also think that one can be included in the poetry collection, but Xi Qing, we don't know the name of your poem yet." ”

Xi Qing smiled dryly, in fact, he didn't think of any name for this poem, scratched his head, and Xi Qing said: "It's better to call this poem untitled, because I didn't have a name." ”

"Untitled. OK. Long Yu read: "Then there is only one poem missing." ”

"If there was one more poem, I could publish a book of poems?"

Xi Qing has long wanted to have a book of his own poems, and now that the opportunity is in front of him, he naturally can't wait.

"Of course, the sooner you create this song, the sooner we can publish it and prepare for publication. And then there's pricing, sales. The preliminary pricing we are ready to be thirty. ”

"Yes. So I'm going to write one now, right? ”

Xi Qing is a little excited now, he is open-mouthed, but he lets the blue phoenix and Long Yu's eyes all be projected on him: You mean, you are creating now... A poem? ”

"Now, creation?"

PS: Ask for recommendation votes, thank you Jin Ru, the angry duck duck for the tip!