"The monthly salary crit tripled..."

Behind Wu Konghai, the names of the staff of the whole company flashed quickly.

"Who could it be?" Wu Konghai was still procrastinating, fully mobilizing the suspense.

"Artist Department! Ren Qingxuan! ”

Swish!

The picture on the lottery screen was fixed on Ren Qingxuan's name, and everyone couldn't help but look at the artist department.

"Hit! Hit! I'm in! ”

When Ren Qingxuan saw that it was his name, he jumped up excitedly, clenched his two hands into fists, and kept waving.

It's actually a drama sister, this luck is okay!

Shen Feng secretly scolded himself, and it was a pity that it was not himself who won the lottery.

"Third-tier singer! It's too wasteful, if those singers and queens are drawn, it is estimated that Lao Wu will have a heartache for a night, hahaha! ”

"That's it, I really want to see Lao Wu's heartache expression."

Just when everyone was talking, Shen Feng looked at Ren Qingxuan, and at this time, Ren Qingxuan also looked over, revealing a stunned look.

Shen Feng smiled, shook his head, and quietly gave her a thumbs up.

The last second prize is a prize of 300,000 yuan, and the winner is still not the composition department, but a staff member of the public relations department.

After drawing these rewards, Lao Wu was not less interested, and said with high emotions:

"How's your poetry going? Anyone can participate! ”

"You still have ten minutes, and those who have works can send them to the company's public mailbox, remember to note your department and name!"

It's time for the main event! The Dilan RS7 luxury coupe worth more than two million, the pictures of this car are displayed on the lottery screen in an all-round way!

Streamlined body, powerful wheels, dark red chassis, high-tech body interior and headlights.

Although it is said that everyone in the whole company can participate, in fact, there are few people who actually do it, only some composers, lyricists and screenwriters silently bow their heads.

At this moment, Shen Feng also took out his mobile phone and began to think.

If you want to talk about ancient poems, he really remembers a lot, but about the Spring Festival and Shangyuan Festival, you have to recall it well.

"One year old in the sound of firecrackers? Although I remember the whole poem, I have forgotten what the name of the ancient poem is! ”

"Why don't you make up a name yourself? Is it called the Spring Festival? No, no, no... It's okay to copy someone else's, it's too much to tamper with the name of the poem! ”

Shen Feng brainstormed and fell into deep contemplation!

"There it is!"

"Let's see if there is a brand name in this world for the Qingyu case!"

Saying that, Shen Feng had already searched on his mobile phone, and there was really one!

And it is quite famous, and many people in modern times have made a lot of words with this brand name.

After making sure that this ancient word had never appeared, Shen Feng was sure in his heart, and his fingers silently tapped on his mobile phone.

Ten minutes later, those who had lowered their heads to create also raised their heads.

Some people look helpless, obviously they have not succeeded in creation, or they feel that the writing is not good enough, there is no way, it is only half an hour of work before and after, how can it be so easy to create a poem on the spot!

However, there are also people who look very determined, and they look confident.

"Mr. Wu is really, we are an entertainment company, we have to let everyone write ancient poems, it's embarrassing!"

"It is estimated that this year's first prize has to fall into the hands of those lyricists, I am really envious!"

People who think that they don't have the level of writing poetry shake their heads and regret that they can only regret missing the first prize every year!

"Mr. Wu likes to vassal ancient elegance, and you didn't know it for the first time."

In the artist department, wearing a black slim dress, Dong Yue, who had a noble temperament, smiled: "It's actually quite interesting, isn't it?" The prizes are secondary, and being able to appreciate everyone's talent is the most interesting. ”

When some people heard this, they all laughed bitterly.

Of course, you can say that you can say this if you hold a concert or do business, and you can earn more than two million yuan.

It's better to think about us little singers! You don't necessarily earn that much all year round!

There is no way, this is the entertainment industry, the strong are always strong, and if the weak can't seize the opportunity to come out, they will naturally be eliminated after a long time.

Jian Ningshuang, who sat with the two singers, did not be overwhelmed by the two gorgeous singers at all, but showed a unique temperament.

She is wearing a white dress today, with black stiletto heels on a red background under her feet, and she has a cold and glamorous atmosphere, like plum blossoms in winter, cold and proud.

At this time, she looked at Shen Feng's table with interest, and just now she noticed that Shen Feng also lowered his head and tapped on his mobile phone, obviously also creating.

What kind of poem did this kid write?

The gap between ancient poems and lyrics is still not small, and if you can write good lyrics, you may not be able to write ancient poems well.

At this time, Dong Yue and Shu Ying, who were sitting in the same seat, also noticed Jian Ningshuang's line of sight, and they both looked at it curiously.

It was the table where the four ace composers were sitting, Shu Ying frowned slightly, and began to ponder the meaning of Jian Ningshuang's gaze.

"Minister Jian is very familiar with Dusty?"

Dong Yue was direct, and asked without a trace of concealment.

Her voice is very magnetic, and her timbre is very special, the kind that people can't forget when they hear it.

"I'm not very familiar with him, but I think that kid is quite talented, and he is on the right path." Jian Ningshuang shook her head, her tone indifferent.

"For Minister Jian to comment like this, it seems that he is indeed very good."

"It's just a pity that writing songs is not as good as writing ancient poems, and it is estimated that Yan Xing is still the leader, after all, he is an excellent graduate of the Department of Chinese Language and Literature!"

Dong Yue responded in an equal tone, after all, she is the queen of songs, one of the pillars of the company.

"Really? I don't know, but that kid always seems to be able to surprise people. The corners of Jian Ningshuang's mouth turned up slightly.

Neither of them talked deeply on this topic, whether it was a mule or a horse, and they would soon be able to pull it out and slip away.

Wu Konghai, the president on the stage, still acts as a host.

"Good! It's time! ”

"Let me see, there are thirty-seven people in total!"

Compared with the hundreds of people in the field, this number is still very small, but it is normal to think about it, how many modern people are willing to study ancient poetry?

"The first one to complete it was Rudy from the public relations department, but I didn't expect that this year's public relations department also had talents to participate!"

"I hope that there will be more and more people in the future, let us appreciate Rudy's creation!"

"Hmm... The name of the poem is Wing Chun, the Spring Festival scenery is good, and there is a lot of trouble around the stove..."

"This is a limerick poem!"

"Hahahaha."

Wu Konghai didn't finish reading, and everyone present laughed, and they all looked at the public relations department, wanting to know which one was Rudy.

This limerick poem is clearly presented on the screen, it is simply a public execution!

"Ahem, let's continue!"

With the display of one work after another, it can be seen that there are still many people who have a level, and they can be counted as worthy of the table.

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