Looking at this crazy rise in heat, Xin Zixin's heart was filled with joy.

Because of the live broadcast accident, the reason for the competition with Wang Bingtian.

When Xin Zixin first started broadcasting, the popularity of the live broadcast room was very low, and the sales of the album were also very average.

But now, the popularity of the live broadcast room is rising, and the album sales are growing rapidly.

Xin Zixin knew that this must be Shen Yu's help behind the scenes.

She usually has nothing to do with poets such as Wang Yan and Xiaoxiaosheng.

Only Shen Yu has the ability to contact them.

Within his ability, he helped Xin Zixin to the extreme.

This is what Xin Zixin is most moved by.

The popularity of the live broadcast room is soaring, and the sales of the album are also soaring.

Xin Zixin looked at the camera and said softly:

"Thank you!"

There was another cheer in the live broadcast room.

"No thanks, sister! I will always support you! ”

"Although the old thief is really unreliable, the album he recommended is really good!"

"People are beautiful and sweet! The album was bought! ”

"Hehe, my sister said thank you to me!"

Everyone was responding positively to Xin Zixin, but only Shen Yu knew that Xin Zixin was saying this to him.

He smiled and said:

"No thanks!"

It's good to come back early!

He's really hungry!

Shen Yu was thinking about it when Meng He's call came.

Looking at the caller ID, Shen Yu knew that the other party was here to ask the teacher.

He muted Xin Zixin's live broadcast room, and then picked up the phone.

As soon as the phone was connected, Meng He's signature male duck voice came out.

"Old Shen! What the are you doing! ”

Shen Yu said nonchalantly:

"Watch TV!"

"! Are you still in the mood to watch TV? ”

Meng He roared:

"I said boss, your operation is too tricky!"

Shen Yu raised his eyebrows.

"Not really! Isn't it just an advertisement! ”

Isn't it just an advertisement?

Look at this irresponsible word!

Meng He now wants to cross over and beat Shen Yu up.

"Boss! That's an advertising thing! ”

Yes, Shen Yu is very fickle.

Yesterday, he righteously rejected the brand's millions of advertising dollars.

What Shen Yu said at the time was that readers should be considered and readers should not be allowed to spend money to watch VIP advertisements.

As a result, he generated electricity for love today and directly played a wave of advertisements for his idol Xin Zixin.

Meng He can endure these.

But what he can't stand is.

"Boss, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival! It's a day of family reunion! ”

"You wrote two people who love each other to death! Do you know how many people are scolding us now? ”

Send a knife to all readers on the day of the reunion at home!

Shen Yu said nonchalantly:

"Didn't you ask me to post it today? Let's just say that the current heat is not high! ”

"High, but it's all infamy!"

"Afraid of what? Black and red are also red! Don't bother me watching the live broadcast, hang up! ”

Shen Yu didn't give Meng He a chance to refute, and hung up the phone directly.

In Qianwen's office, Meng He looked at the mobile phone that was making a busy sound, and his expression became very distorted.

Finally, he let out a wail.

"What kind of partner am I looking for!"

"Iniquity!"

But after the wail, he looked at the interface at the end of the novel and sighed again.

"But it's a pretty good poem."

After working with Shen Yu for so long, Meng He forgot that the other party was a poet.

Meng He looked at it again.

"Not bad indeed! It's just that the place where it appears is not quite right! ”

If it is sent to the scarf, it will definitely cause the people of the poetry association to cheer.

In fact, there is no need to send it to the scarf, when Xiaoxiaosheng, Jianshao, and Wang Yan's three poems came out, the people of the Poetry Association have already seen it.

In Beijing, in a large conference room at the headquarters of the Poetry Association, people are singing and dancing, and they are staggered!

The Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, which is one of the three most important poetry clubs of the year of the Chinese Poetry Association, the other two poetry clubs are the New Year's Day Poetry Club, and the New Year Poetry Club.

Tonight, in the lobby, there were not only the elders of the association, but also many poetry lovers.

As long as you are a poetry lover and have enough strength, you are eligible to be invited to the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club.

Like Zhen Shen, Lu Bowen is also invited.

Lu Bowen pinched his wine glass and approached Zhen Shen.

"Brother Zhen! Here's our chance to be ashamed! ”

Since it is the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, the most important part is naturally the fighting poem!

Although on the surface, everyone says that competition comes second, friendship comes first.

But secretly, many people have been preparing since half a year ago.

And Lu Bowen has been dormant since he lost his face two months ago!

He secretly acquired a lot of good Mid-Autumn Festival words, in order to show his fame today!

Zhen Shen on the side was a little low-key.

"Brother, hold down!"

"Let those amateurs go up and show off first!"

"We're going to be the last to play and crush them!"

When Lu Bowen heard this, he hurriedly gave a thumbs up.

"Good, good! Brother Zhen's trick is really wonderful! ”

Just when the two imagined that they were relying on today's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival to become famous, the door of the lobby was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in quickly with a piece of paper in his hand.

The man did not hesitate to make his way through the crowd and went straight to the veterans of the Poetry Society in front of him.

The president of the Poetry Association is getting together with Sun Dongyu at the moment.

The president is also an old man of seventy or eighty years old, with white hair and a white Tang suit, which has a bit of fairy wind and bones.

He glanced at the singing and dancing on the stage, and said with a smile:

"Old Sun! Did you prepare two poems today? If you don't show it on stage, let the juniors present see your ability! ”

Sun Dongyu glared at the president.

"Good poetry exchange, how can you say that it is so vulgar, like a bandit competition."

The president spreads his hands.

"Whether it's communication or competition, the result is not the same!"

"People inevitably compare with each other!"

He approached Sun Dongyu and said playfully:

"How did you become so humble today, what? Too poorly written, embarrassed to take it out? ”

Sun Dongyu waved his hand and sighed.

"It's not that it's poorly written, it's that it's not written at all!"

"Didn't write it, why?"

The president was a little puzzled.

Sun Dongyu explained:

"Don't dare to write!"

"There are talented people in the country! With characters like Wang Yan and Jian Sao, it's time for us old guys to retire! ”

The president also waved his hand and said indifferently:

"No, no, no! That's a mistake! ”

"Young people are inexperienced, although they can occasionally write good poems, but they have no life experience, they are worse after all!"

"Without us old guys to straighten things up, they're easy to go crooked!"

"It's a pity that these two people didn't come today, otherwise I would have let them see these two poems I wrote!"

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man from earlier came over.

"President, look at this!"