The people who have advanced to the top 16 list are all gathered in one room and draw lots to catch the right ones.

Zhou Jie drew the sixteenth in the first round and played against the No. 1.

No. 1 is the one who has just begun to recite "The Big Tree and the Little Grass".

"Do you have any money in your family?" asked One.

"Does money have anything to do with the competition?" asked Zhou Jielun.

"Of course it matters! The top 16 are 10,000 taels of silver, the top eight are 20,000 taels of silver, the top four are 40,000 taels of silver, and when it comes to the championship and runner-up competition, 100,000 taels of silver. Do you have so much silver to press?" said One, moving his fingers.

"What if there is? What if there is not?" Zhou Jielun asked with a smile.

"If not, let me win, and I'll pay 20,000 taels of silver to buy your loss. ”

Zhou Jielun didn't speak, and took out a stack of silver tickets from his pocket, about more than 30,000 taels.

These are more than 15,000 taels collected by the casino that day, plus 10,000 taels won by the mahjong parlor, plus 15,000 taels just won today, for a total of 40,000 taels of silver.

No. 1 saw that Jay Chou had so many silver tickets, so he stopped pretending and ran to the side to scold.

In this competition, it is still free to compose poems, and there is no limit to the topic.

Since No. 1 is the first number, Zhou Jielun is the first to play.

This time, it was Jay Chou who took the lead, and after betting 10,000 taels of silver, Jay Chou began to compose poems.

Waiting for you, in the wind, in the rain, in front of the flowers, under the moon;

Waiting for you, at dawn, at dusk, on the streetside, in the sea of people;

Waiting for you, in a dream, after waking up, in a reunion, in parting;

Waiting for you, at the end of the world, at the cape, in the sea, in the mulberry field;

waiting for you, in this life, in the next, in hell, in heaven;

Waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you!

The emotional recitation touched the hearts of the audience.

In that storm, at the ends of the earth, is there anyone waiting for me?

A few girls screamed: "Don't use this life, you can do it in this life, I'm here." ”

made a large group of men wave their fists at Zhou Jielun and issued a serious ban.

How can the fruit on the edge of the nest be eaten by outsiders?

Jay Chou smiled and retreated to the side.

Now it's the turn of Number One to read the poem.

His poems cost fifty taels of silver to ask a literate person to help.

Suddenly I saw a chain of fire in the sky,

It seems that the Jade Emperor is going to smoke.

If the Jade Emperor doesn't smoke,

Why is it another chain of fire?

At this time, dozens of smoking guns were raised in the audience: "The Jade Emperor doesn't smoke, watching me wait for the immortals?"

This guy is talented, and the lightning in the sky said that the Jade Emperor smoked.

Compared with Jay Chou's "Waiting for You", he still exported 10,000 taels of silver.

Before leaving, he said viciously: "If you know each other, return the silver to me later, otherwise, you will not see the stars in the sky tonight." ”

Jay Chou shook off the silver he won: "I usually go to bed early at night, rarely look at the stars and the moon." The silver is good, but it is too little, so let it be. ”

So angry that No. 1 almost fell off the stage.

Zhou Jielun entered the quarterfinals, and the opponent competing for the semifinals was a talented talent with a lot of money.

Everyone is optimistic about this talent and can enter the finals.

He does have some literary brilliance and has absorbed a lot of pollen.

But unfortunately, he met Jay Chou.

Xiucai took the lead, and as soon as he appeared, he attracted constant screams from the audience.

"Xiucai, the champion is yours, be aggressive, and I will reward you with white buns at night. A woman in her twenties, dressed like a sister, shouted.

"Cut, what is there to eat in the white bun, Xiucai, I'll give you meat buns!" Another woman who was full of agitation immediately pointed to Mai Mang.

Xiucai pressed his hands down in full style, and immediately, the voice from the audience disappeared.

Xiucai came to Taichung with a square step with satisfaction, and spat word by word:

It was hard to sleep in the middle of the night.

The moon is pale, the stars are all over the ground, and the veil flies before the wind passes.

Evoke lovesickness, hang out of memories, and have a sad taste.

Yesterday evening, it rained, and the haggard lonely goose was sent.

Thousands of soft intestines drop tears.

Wake up from a broken heart, an obsession, and the wine intoxicates the soul.

I have to say that although Xiucai is romantic, he is also coquettish.

In this poem, he perfectly expresses the situation of a lonely and lovesick woman.

In particular, "thousands of soft intestines drip tears." Wake up from a dream with a broken heart, an obsession, and a drunk soul with wine" presents the picture in front of everyone's eyes.

Jay Chou met Xiucai's gaze and stretched out his thumb.

Xiucai smiled and made a gesture of please.

The behavior of the two was under the gaze of everyone, and ushered in bursts of applause.

It's an opponent and it's not an opponent!

Jay Chou came to Taichung, he didn't read the poem first, but said: "After listening to Brother Xiucai's poem, the poem I originally prepared was a little wrong, in order to respect the game and respect Brother Xiucai, I will join in writing a poem to follow the trend." ”

After speaking, Zhou Jielun took three steps to the left of the stage, walked back three more steps, took another step forward, and after seven steps, Zhou Jielun began to recite his poem:

The dawn is dark, the moon is half broken, and he is alone in front of the lonely screen.

The wind is calling, and the wet shirt is exposed.

An inch of lovesickness, tears flowed thousands. Sigh!

The night is sleepless, the sorrow increases, and the thoughts are chaotic.

Zeng Meng Mountain, now Sangtian.

Hand in hand to grow old, wind and rain are strong. Hard! Hard!

After Jay Chou's poem was read, the audience was silent.

The silence was like a pressure, overwhelming everyone.

"Wow!" Someone suddenly burst into tears.

The cry was like a prelude, followed by a lot of weeping.

"Hmmm! An inch of lovesickness, tears flowed thousands of times. It's so sad!"

"Hmm Hand in hand to grow old, wind and rain are strong. Why is my love so hard!"

"Sigh, sigh, sigh, what a sigh, what a difficult word!" was the exclamation of the judges on the judges' stage.

At this time, Xiucai walked to Taichung: "Once upon a time, I smiled at the situation in the world of the world, and looked at the poets of the world coldly. But today, I'm convinced, I'm not as good as you! I admit defeat!"

Zhou Jielun said with a smile: "There is no winning or losing in this world, the so-called winning or losing is just a kind of cover-up, everyone's life is different, we have won since the day we were born, and we have not lost until the day of death." Every day in the world, even if you are a person with wine and meat, even if I am coarse tea and light rice, in fact, we are all winners, winners in life!"

"Well said! Live in the moment and be a winner!"

"The way of life is different, the personal philosophy is different, but birth, old age, sickness and death are the same. ”

"I won't care about the amount of money anymore, laugh and have fun!"

When the judges were about to announce the evaluation results, Jay Chou shook his hand with a smile, picked up his silver ticket, and walked to the audience: "I didn't lose, but I didn't win either!

Xiucai paused, turned around and ran behind Jay Chou: "Brother, I'll invite you to drink!"

Leaving a silver ticket to lie alone on the table.

There were also overwhelmed judges and wide-eyed spectators......