Director Lu's firm attitude made everyone speechless, and they no longer clamored for the expulsion of Qian Hao.

Seeing this scene, Qian Hao smiled, and his laughter was particularly harsh. Especially in Han Jiang's ears, it was like rubbing against iron, and the roots of his teeth were sour.

The others were also very unhappy, and although they did not continue to shout, they began to discuss in low voices. The words spoken are not very good.

Looking at their appearance, they seem to be hostile, and it seems that they want to unanimously reject Qian Hao.

However, compared to Hanjiang, they are much milder. Han Jiang couldn't make a plan, his face was ugly, and he didn't stop there.

He looked ahead, and under the big umbrella, there was a row of judges sitting. Among them was Qian Yin, but his eyes were not here, but on a person next to him.

This man was dressed simply, but he was middle-aged, but he sat in the middle of the judges. You must know that there are not a few who are older than him, and if it is according to the generation, he is afraid that he will have to sit next to him. In other words, his identity is not ordinary, which is beyond the generation.

Indeed, this person's name is Zhang Haogu, an official of the Ministry of Culture. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to host such an event.

Of course, he can host the National Poetry Competition, not only because of his identity, but also because of his own talent.

When Han Jiang saw this person, his face was overjoyed, and he strode over.

"Brother Zhang, do you still know Hanjiang?"

Hanjiang is not old and decrepit, although he has white hair, but he is actually only middle-aged. Therefore, he called Zhang Haogu "Brother Zhang".

Zhang Haogu looked for a voice, saw Hanjiang, and hurriedly greeted him warmly, "Rare guest, why is Mr. Hanjiang here?" If Hao Gu knew, he would have invited Mr. to be a judge a long time ago. ”

With politeness, a little respect, and not very obvious, this is Zhang Haogu's attitude towards Hanjiang.

In fact, people of Zhang Haogu and Hanjiang's age have this attitude towards Hanjiang. There is no other reason, just because Hanjiang does have some talents, outstanding among his peers, and is recognized as a good poet.

Seeing Zhang Haogu's friendly attitude and warm reception, Han Jiang couldn't help but smile after a long time. Then, he greeted him even more and talked about the previous trip to Jiangnan together.

But after a while, his tone changed and he muttered: "Good old brother, those with poor moral character participate in the competition, I am afraid that the reputation of national poetry will be damaged." ”

As soon as Han Jiang said this, Zhang Haogu put away his smile. It turned out that he saw everything just now.

What's more, he has been in Yanjing and has long read many of Qian Hao's works. In a word, he doesn't believe that Qian Hao is that kind of person.

Besides, he has long heard of the name of Hanjiang's rotten Confucianism. He also knows a thing or two about the peach garden.

It was for this reason that when he heard Han Jiang's words, he put away his smile and said righteously: "Mr. Han Jiang, as elders, we should be more tolerant of our juniors. And, as far as I know, the media say a lot of it is not credible. ”

Han Jiang also put away his smile, didn't think much about it, and was about to refute immediately.

But Zhang Haogu didn't give him a chance, seeing that he was about to speak, he said quickly:

"Think about it, in the past year, have almost all the news reported by the media be negative news? Even if it's not, it's entertainment news, and there's no positive energy at all.

Mr. Hanjiang, he is a broad-minded person. That's all it takes, it's time for Hao Gu to preside over the game. ”

With that, he turned around and went back under the big umbrella.

Han Jiang stood in place, his eyes were extremely gloomy, but he had to pretend not to be angry and put on a smile.

"Zhang Haogu, you wait for me!"

After a while, he let out a vicious roar in his heart and returned to his disciple's side with an expressionless face.

After coming back, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more ugly his face became. For this reason, he clenched his fists and said gloomily: "Tsing Yi, Yuting, wait for me to eliminate Qian Hao." ”

Yuan Qingyi knew Qian Hao's strength, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but hesitate.

But Huang Yuting didn't know, he was full of confidence, and he agreed, saying: "Teacher, don't worry, that guy humiliated my brother, I will definitely not let him go." ”

His younger brother is Huang Jiying.

Bustling and noisy, the National Poetry Contest has finally officially begun.

Unrelated people retreated to the side, and the contestants stood in a row, with their backs to the Great Wall, facing the judges and the camera.

Of course, the first item of the competition is not the competition, but Zhang Haogu's speech.

"The north wind is cold, the snow is falling, and the long-prepared national poetry contest is ......

……

I announce that the 11th National Poetry Contest has officially begun! ”

Even for the poetry competition, the opening speech is the same. Not to mention the audience, the players are drowsy when they listen.

Fortunately, the word count is not much, and it will be over in a while.

After the speech, the game still did not start. After the host said a few more words and introduced, the competition was officially announced:

"For this National Poetry Competition, we chose the Great Wall as the venue for the competition. That is, the first poem, must be written about the Great Wall.

If you don't write about the Great Wall, it will be eliminated directly.

After the first poem, half of the contestants will advance to the next round.

The good news is that the second round of the competition is free to play, and there are no restrictions on poetry. But after the competition, the judges scored, and only ten people advanced.

There were only ten people who made it to the finals. As for the finals...... Let's not talk about it for now, after all, it's next summer.

Okay, without further ado, let's leave the time to the players. ”

After the host finished speaking, he stood aside and asked the staff to bring up the desk, pen and ink.

Then, there was silence.

The contestants were at their desks, either thinking or nervous, as if they were taking the college entrance examination.

This topic is really difficult to write, after all, the Great Wall is so famous, and the inscriptions and poems have been inscribed by the ancients. In other words, the contestants use the Great Wall as the theme, and it is easy to fall into clichés.

It is precisely because of this that after a long while, not a single contestant has started writing. Even Yuan Qingyi was careful and didn't dare to do it easily.

Well, no, it's not that no one has started writing, because Qian Hao has done it.

I saw that he thought for a while, then smiled at the corner of his mouth, reached out to pick up the brush, and began to write.

It's fast, like a spring of thought.

Although it is fast, the writing is not very loud and there is no sound. However, even so, he still caught his eyes. No one else moved, so he wrote without adding points, and everyone was naturally curious.

"This Qian Hao, didn't he write about the Great Wall in advance?" Han Jiang was shocked, and his face gradually became a little ugly.

Zhang Haogu also looked at Qian Hao from afar, and he was looking forward to it. Not only is he looking forward to it, Qian Yin is also looking forward to it.

However, they were disappointed.

After Qian Hao finished writing, he put down his pen and did not hand in the paper immediately. Instead, he sat there, posing pensively.

This, the poem just now, could it be that he is not satisfied, and he has to rewrite a poem?

The five judges thought so, but Hanjiang was not. He cursed Qian Hao in his heart, thinking that Qian Hao couldn't write, so he laughed heartily. (To be continued.) )