The Chinese Writers Association, this association can be said to bring together most of the famous writers in China.

And the president of the association happens to be Cheng Hongming, who is the director of the Literature Department of Yenching University and is a respected old-timer in the literary circle.

With old qualifications and good conduct, Cheng Hongming has been re-elected as the president of the association for several years.

In late April, the Chinese Writers Association invited its members to have a dinner in the name of holding a poetry meeting, although in modern society, the poetry meeting was naturally not as grand and frequent as in ancient times.

But whether it is ancient or modern, literati have something called arrogance in their bones.

They feel that their thinking is very advanced, and occasionally sighs, if they can travel back to ancient times, they believe that they will definitely be able to leave a name in history.

To put it bluntly, the poetry meeting is a large-scale pretending scene, everyone from all over the world and they are all well-known writers, and they all have enough energy at home to write poems, and when the poetry meeting comes, they will pretend to be a good force.

"Are we going to invite Xiao Ye to participate?"

Cheng Hongming said thoughtfully.

Recently, Ye Xuan has been riddled with troubles, people in the literary circle have mixed opinions about Ye Xuan, and more importantly, Ye Xuan himself does not belong to this circle.

"Don't you, President. Tomorrow, China Resources Division will also come to participate, and it will inevitably be a little embarrassing for the two to meet. ”

"Yes, Ye Xuan's character is not right, people in our literary circle regard fame as more important than life, Ye Xuan, I think it's better to forget it!"

"Nonsense, there is no conclusive evidence of the authenticity of those things on the Internet, I suggest inviting Ye Xuan to participate!"

Cheng Hongming expected that the matter of whether Ye Xuan was qualified to participate in the poetry club would cause discussion among the old members, but he never expected that Yi Yongan would take the initiative to defend Ye Xuan.

You must know that a few days ago, Yi Yongan criticized Ye Xuan by name on the Internet, and the two should be wrong.

"Lao Yi, how can you speak for Ye Xuan?"

"The Legend of Wukong is written in itself, I don't have too much discussion about Ye Xuan's character, his works have already convinced me!" Yi Yongan tidied up the buttons of his clothes and said expressionlessly.

After experiencing this incident with Ye Xuan, Yi Yongan found that he gradually began to dislike this circle!

Especially Pu Chengwang, who kept saying that reputation is more important than life, the boredom on Yi Yongan's face became even more obvious after hearing what he said.

If someone really pointed a gun at Pu Chengwang's head and made him eat, is reputation or life important? In other words, does he eat or not?

Yi Yongan glanced at Pu Chengwang with disdain and shook his head.

"Don't argue, then invite Ye Xuan, I like his works very much. Lao Yi is right, what Ye Xuan said is true or false, but his works are really convincing. ”

Cheng Hongming glanced at Pu Chengming, who had the loudest objection, and his heart was like a mirror.

The main reason why Pu Chengwang opposed Ye Xuan's participation in the poetry meeting was the relationship between China Resources Division and him who had been friends for many years.

Doodoooooo –

"Cheng Lao, what's the matter with the call?"

Ye Xuan answered the phone and asked in a calm tone.

"Xiao Ye, tomorrow..." Cheng Hongming hadn't finished speaking, but he heard a knock on the door on the other end of the phone.

"Brother Ye, the purchase contract for our company's office building has been drawn up, the full amount is 200 million, and there is still 30 million left in the final payment." Liu Dongqiang's voice appeared clearly.

"What? Attending a poetry meeting? Cheng Lao, I've been a little busy lately. ”

Ye Xuan politely rejected Cheng Hongming.

The phone hung up, and Cheng Hongming glanced at the people in the conference room.

Just as they were eagerly discussing whether Ye Xuan was qualified to participate in the poetry meeting, Ye Xuan had no intention of coming at all.

Silent!

The oppressive silence wandered in the conference room, and when Liu Dongqiang on the other end of the phone said 200 million, everyone without exception showed envy.

"Only... It's just a person who chases fame, fortune and money, and if he doesn't invite him, so as not to dirty the eyes of us literati! Pu Chengwang said sourly.

Yi Yongan couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't stand Pu Chengwang's self-righteous words.

"I want to ask, who is doing it who can take out 100 million? Can you? Pu Chengwang! Yi Yongan said word for word.

He tried to make the people who were doing it understand a truth.

Times have changed!

In ancient times, if you were a literati, you might be able to use a poem to become famous all over the world, and you might be able to become an official and become a knight.

But what about in modern times, where your poems are poetic?

At most, you can get a compliment from others.

Groove cowhide!

"I... I... No! ”

Pu Chengwang lowered his head in shame, it was difficult for him to take out 10 million, let alone 100 million.

"Hehe, I guess I'll catch a cold tomorrow, and I won't participate in tomorrow's poetry meeting!" Yi Yongan got up from his chair and walked towards the door.

Time passed by in a flash, and the second day was noon.

Ye Xuan suddenly felt that his life was a little boring, staying in an empty company during the day, and surviving in a double row with a cute group at night.

Since the establishment of Tenglong Company, there are not many artists, and it can be said that there are only a handful.

Feng Lingyu, Yan Junyuan, Chu Yesheng, Yang Xueyao, etc., plus the old man, the entire Tenglong company is only more than 30 people.

With the filming of "The Legend of Wukong" in full swing, Shi Kevin has arranged more important roles for all the artists in the company, of course, this is also what Ye Xuan meant.

Let other brokerage companies earn their salaries, so it is better to give money to their own company's artists.

During the day, there was almost no one in the company, and Shi Kevin arranged a role with few scenes for Feng Lingyu with the help of the reason of filming few roles, and shouted one by one in the crew all day long, making it very uncomfortable to return from filming to become the second male Yan Junyuan in "The Legend of Wukong".

Just when Ye Xuan was bored, the mobile phone vibrated violently a few times.

Someone on Weibo Aite himself!

Open Weibo, Ye Xuan had a strange expression on his face.

Last night, the poetry meeting held by the Chinese Writers Association was in full swing, and this poetry meeting was named after winter to invite members to create.

After the end of the poem, China Resources naturally posted the poem on Weibo and gave Ye Xuan a "tasting"!

After the appearance of Aite Ye Xuan's Weibo, many netizens who paid attention to the previous quarrel immediately gathered comments under the Weibo of China Resources Division, and they imitated China Resources Division Aite to raise Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan has many identities, singers, and directors, but poets have also become one of his labels early!

Recently, another title of writer has been added.

"Dog thief, China Resources Division is declaring war on you! Don't hide your talent, slap him in the face! ”

"A group of Ye Xuan's fans are screaming here again, the poems written by Chinese writers are majestic, can your Ye Xuan write them?"

"Sure enough, Ye Xuan's character is not good, and his fan character is not good!"

There was no accident, under the Weibo of China Resources Division, the fans of the two sides had a second round of scolding battles, and Ye Xuan showed a hesitant expression on his face after reading the comments and Weibo.

Finally... Is it good to use this song to pretend?

There are too many poems about winter to choose from!