"Hmm~~ah! Mayor Fan, these reporters ...... "Wang Hongru just wanted to explain, but Mayor Fan walked to another table.

Wang Hongru is wronged in his heart, these reporters are obviously not arranged by themselves, so many well-known satellite TV channels, even if he is given enough time to invite him one by one, then he may not be able to invite it, not to mention that his calligraphers and painters association is still a non-profit organization, and the daily expenses are basically all funded by member units, and there is basically no extra money to be used for publicity, although the city will also give the calligraphers and painters association a special fund for cultural support every year. But it is mainly used for the annual Spring Festival calligraphy and painting competition, so he will compliment Mayor Fan so much, he really has to be a few years older than Mayor Fan, but he can only be called "Xiao Wang" by a mouthful, who calls people leaders.

And Bai Lidu, who was sitting in the VIP seat inside, couldn't escape the round-up of reporters after all, Yang Huan and her cameraman had already come to the front, and two teams of reporters also approached from the other two directions, Bai Lidu had to stand up, came to Yang Huan, and complained in a low voice:

"Reporter Yang, why are you bothered, can't you wait a while to go to the top floor for an interview? What a bad influence it has on this. ”

"Haha~~ I don't think there is any bad impact, your great poet in the game is not called in vain, and I have also seen your calligraphy, and I have also shown you publicity on TV, since you have come in now, and you have become a guest of honor, then don't be modest, everyone is waiting to see your calligraphy." Yang Huan said, and pointed to the camera at work.

"What?! Is it live again? Bai Lidu was taken aback.

"Haha~~ Look at what scares you, don't worry, this time it's not a live broadcast, it's a recorded broadcast, and you have to do the post-production when you go back."

"Yes, great poet, if you don't want to be interviewed here, then show us some calligraphy, so that we can go back and make a difference." Another reporter from Donghai Satellite TV said.

"That's right, great poet, let's perform at the doorstep." The reporter of Lingnan Satellite TV said cordially.

Not far from these people, a reporter holding a mini high-definition camera whispered into the microphone next to his mouth:

"Ladies and gentlemen, hello everyone, I am the host Dapeng, where I am now, is the Chinese Hotel in Yangcheng, where a New Year painting and calligraphy competition is being held, and our protagonist today is the great poet Li Dubai, who just led the Huaxia team to defeat the American team in the early hours of this morning, yes, that's right, it is the young man wearing a casual suit, wearing myopic glasses, and holding a game helmet in his hand."

Of course, Bai Lidu didn't know that he was on the live broadcast platform again at the moment, considering that his relationship with Yang Huan was not bad, and the last time the other party helped him and Xiaohua successfully escape the pursuit of the security guards, Yu was public and private, and he had no reason to leave everyone alone, everyone was actually for work, and they still had to help, didn't they just show off their calligraphy, just a gesture.

"Eh, what are you doing here? Why are you lazy here, the leaders have gone over there, why don't you follow? Although the voice with the meaning of reprimand was not loud, it clearly reached the ears of several people, and when they looked for prestige, they saw a middle-aged man with a serious face walking over quickly, with a VIP corsage on his chest, carrying a briefcase in one hand, and pointing at Bai Lidu in the other.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please note, it's just a god, it's really as a viewer guessed, someone really jumped out and slapped his face, let's wait and see how the great poet will respond." Roc whispered to Mike.

Bai Lidu looked at the other party's posture, and knew that the other party should be among the waves of people who came in just now, although it should not be a big leader, but at least it is also an official, Bai Lidu knew that he couldn't be provoked, so he immediately turned around and came to a table not far from the side, an old man happened to be patiently writing a word, Bai Lidu stood aside and watched carefully, and several reporters and videographers who were just standing around Bai Lidu immediately moved over.

"Eh, you ......"

Secretary Liao is so angry, he is also a mayor's secretary, he has always said the same, I didn't expect that what I said today was not good, there would be people who ignore themselves, and more than one person ignores himself, which makes him more uncomfortable than a direct slap in the face, but considering that it is the scene of the calligraphy and painting competition, and there are many well-known calligraphers and painters in the province and retired old leaders present, Secretary Liao couldn't help but not make a fuss, but also marked Bai Lidu, who was the first to ignore himself, in his heart.

[In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned. 】

[But make the dragon city fly, do not teach Hu Ma to Yin Mountain. 】

The old man quickly wrote a poem of Wang Changling's "Out of the Stopper" in cursive, Bai Lidu did not practice much in cursive, but he also understood a little, and couldn't help but praise:

"Good words, good poems!"

"Oh, lad, you know how to read?" After the old man heard the appreciation, he noticed Bai Lidu on the side, and also found the camera next to him, Bai Lidu was so young, he thought Bai Lidu was the host of a certain TV station.

"I don't dare to say I understand, but I know that what you wrote is wild grass, which is the most indulgent kind of cursive writing, and it is also the most difficult to practice.

"Haha~ Young man, the review is good, what is your name, which TV station is it?"

"Down, Bai Lidu, TV station......" Bai Lidu was also stuck all of a sudden, and he didn't know what to say.

"Old gentleman, he is not from the TV station, he is the great poet Li Dubai in "Moon War". Yang Huan explained in a timely manner on the side.

"Oh? Moon Wars! Li Dubai! The old man was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I know that the Moon War is a very important game, which is related to our country's future new energy strategy, Li Dubai~~ This name is not bad, and there are indeed some poets, but it is estimated that I am old, and I usually don't pay much attention to the world of you young people." The old man said it very tactfully, which means that although he knows about the game, Li Dubai has never heard of it.

"Old Secretary Zhou, it turns out that you are here! It's really easy for me to find, haha~~" Mayor Fan's hearty laughter came, and everyone automatically gave way, Mayor Fan walked to the old man's side, the two reached out and shook each other, and there was a flash of lightning around them, and some reporters and cameras who originally planned to interview Bai Lidu also took the opportunity to surround them.

"Qingliang, your pomp is getting bigger and bigger, haha~" The old man said with a smile.

"Old Secretary Zhou, you just misunderstood me, I just heard President Wang mention that it is said that there is a very famous poet at our competition today, and these reporters are actually coming for this great poet, and I just follow the light." Mayor Fan hurriedly explained, and at the same time glanced at Wang Hongru who was standing aside, he was still very grateful to Wang Hongru in his heart, if he hadn't reminded himself earlier, I was afraid that he would have made a joke.

"Oh? Famous great poets? The old secretary Zhou in Mayor Fan's mouth turned his head and glanced at Bai Lidu beside him.

"President Wang, I haven't seen that famous poet yet, where is he sitting, can you tell us about it?" Mayor Fan asked Wang Hongru.

"Ahh Wang Hongru was stunned at the time, he had just asked about the general situation from the staff, and then hurriedly reported to the leader, as for where the famous great poet sat and what he looked like, he didn't know yet.

In this embarrassing situation, Bai Lidu also had to speak:

"Cough~cough~~ Everyone, I think the great poet you mentioned should be my ......"