Mo Lao looked at the people in the audience and was silent.

Thought something was wrong.

He panicked to come down, but was held up by Mo Linlin.

On the other hand, Ma Ji.

He was the first to pick up the pen, but his writing and drawing has not ended until now.

A piece of paper was scribbled by him, and the drawing was very messy.

This can't be blamed on Ma Ji.

The main thing is to write poems on the spot, and after writing it, I always feel that the words are not good, which leads to the desire to change it all the time.

Thinking that he could defeat Qin Yi at once.

Another five minutes passed.

Ma Ji put down the pen in his hand with satisfaction and raised his head to look around.

When he saw the paper in his hand at the table in front of him, his face immediately became a little gloomy.

"Hmph, what's the use of writing fast!"

Then he looked at what he had written with satisfaction, and looked at Qin Yi with an arrogant expression.

"I'm all right!"

The director hurried over and took away the poem written by Ma Ji.

What Qin Yi wrote was finally handed to Mo Lao.

Mo Lao glanced at it and was directly stunned.

I didn't expect Qin Yi to have such a mind, even if he was broken, he was not afraid at all, and he was willing to leave his innocence here.

Isn't that what it means now?

The current situation is not that everyone has wronged Qin Yi.

This emotion is just too contagious.

Mo Lao took the poem in his hand and fell into his own emotions.

Ma Ji's poems have been passed through everyone's hands.

Almost all of them were moved by Qin Yi's poem just now.

Looking at Ma Ji's poems again, I feel that there is a lack of interest.

It's not that he writes badly, it's just that it's not as amazing as the one written by Qin Yi.

There is no such thing as Qin Yi's poem, which is profound.

Ma Ji was originally a happy winner.

But slowly he realized that this was not the case.

When you see your poems, you can't fake that kind of expression.

"Show me it."

Ma Ji hurriedly picked up the poem written by Qin Yi.

"Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world."

This is...

It's shocking.

This poem is so well written.

It's a portrayal of the current mood of dying completely.

Ma Ji took the poem in his hand and fell into deep thought.

Did you really underestimate Qin Yi?

Qin Yi is a person with real talent and learning?

And that call last night?

Is it deliberately misleading yourself?

The director glanced at the scene and coughed softly.

"You've all seen two poems, and we're voting now... Those who voted for Qin Yi please raise their hands. ”

The bigwigs in the audience, hesitating, don't raise your hand, and it's not right not to raise your hand.

Mo Lao seemed to know their hearts very well, "These two poems will definitely be seen and discussed by the public, how to judge and hope that everyone here will consider it clearly." ”

As soon as this remark came out.

Everyone paused for a moment and reacted one after another.

That's right.

So many reporters are on the scene, if they fake.

If it spreads out in the future, his reputation will not be guaranteed.

People will say...

At this level, I can't even tell whether it's good or bad, and I'm embarrassed to say that I'm a writer.

Time.

All raised their hands.

The director and the reporters present did not understand the quality of these two poems.

But when I saw everyone's appearance, I made a decision in my heart.

For a while, the cameras were aimed at Qin Yi and filmed non-stop.

The moment Ma Ji saw Qin Yi's poem, he knew that he had lost.

He clenched his teeth fiercely, and ran out of the side door in a gray manner.

At the next press conference, there were no more accidents.

Everyone's eyes when they looked at Qin Yi had changed.

This young man is really talented and learned.

Mo Lao was very satisfied with this result, and introduced his new book with a smile.

......

Qin Yi was completely idle.

When I walked into the company in the morning, I found that all the people looked at me differently.

He touched his head strangely.

walked into Yuan Ye's office.

"You kid can, it's still a writer?"

Yuan Ye held the new book "A Dream in Red Mansions", and his eyes were full of surprise.

"Mo Lao has to write it, in fact, most of it was written by him."

Qin Yi smiled, and his facial features became more delicate and handsome.

Yuan Ye looked at this handsome face with envy and hatred, and whispered indignantly.

"It's enough to be handsome, and you're still so talented."

Qin Yi didn't answer, and laughed.

"By the way, many magazines want to give you an interview, do you want to take it?"

Yuan Ye asked him, pointed to the book in his hand and gestured to him, "This book is very popular now, and the discussion on the Internet is also very high, especially the competition between those two poems." ”

"I'm not interested, when I participate in an interview at this time, I must ask about these things, the focus of this book is still Mo Lao, let Mo Lao come forward, I'll forget it."

Qin Yi was unwilling to waste too much energy on this book.

It's satisfying to be able to get a share of the money.

After all, this book is also the work of Mo Lao for half of his life.

"It's good if you think about it."

Yuan Ye was serious, and he didn't want Qin Yi to receive too much attention because of this book.

"It's the end of the year, the major award ceremonies are about to start, you should be ready."

Yuan Ye finished solving the matter of the book, and picked up a stack of invitations on the table.

Qin Yi directly looked at the thick pile of papers of different shapes on the table in amazement.

"These?"

It's a tiring rhythm.

"These are all looking for you, some of them are for you to win awards, and some of them invite you to be a guest performer."

Yuan Ye probably flipped through a few invitations and explained to Qin Yi casually.

"It's too much work, I don't want to go..."

Qin Yi plans to put it badly, it's almost the New Year, and he has to take a good rest.

"The invitation fee is quite high..."

"Then I'll go!"

Qin Yi immediately straightened his attitude and nodded violently.

I invested all my money in Uncle Shen's movie, and it was the time when I was shy in my pocket.

"The only thing that won the prize was the trophy, not much money..."

Yuan Ye kindly reminded him.

"That's not going to go, they've all won awards, they don't even pay bonuses, and you can't sell a medal for money."

Qin Yi had an unhappy expression on his face, and there was no prize for winning the award.

So what's the point of winning this award?

Yuan Ye: "......"

You specify that you have water in your head.

The main reason for winning the award is that this honor is precious.

Who cares about that bonus in the entertainment industry.

What can you do to make money, but you can't make some money.

Only by becoming more and more famous can you make more money.

"If you win the award, the appearance fee will be higher next year."

Yuan Ye treated him like a child, inducing him to agree.

"If I don't go to the award, won't it be given to me?"

Qin Yi suddenly opened his mouth and asked his own question.

If you don't go, you can accept the award and let someone else lead you.

Anyway, they all won the award by themselves, and next year's appearance fee can also rise, which is a good deal.

"You have to be there to win... And there are also shows and award presenters, all of which are required. ”

Yuan Ye was really powerless to complain.

How could Qin Yi be a singer who fell into the eyes of money.

It always felt like he was poor.

"That's... Those who can win awards and performances give money participate, and others are pushed? ”

Qin Yi thought for a while, he still had to earn money.

It's not bad to have a trophy to get.