Almighty Star System

In the hall, it was very lively.

Before Song Qi and Wang Long both stood up and used their best talents to slap Yan Ke in the face, but they were slapped in the face by Yan Ke's strength, without any suspense.

Now Zhao Gang, one of the four sons of Nanqing, also came out, and now everyone understands that Zhao Gang also wants to slap Yan Ke in the face!
Moreover, what Zhao Gang is best at is modern poetry. Modern poetry cannot be written without foundation, and it must be cultivated from an early age.

Zhao Gang learned from masters since he was a child, so that he can write decent modern poems. He has also published two collections of poetry. Although the sales volume is not good, they are still collections of poetry!
So now he stands up, just to make a modern poem, and then slap Yan Ke in the face!
"Hey, this Yan Ke is too flamboyant. Why did he offend the fourth master of Nanqing? Now it's all right, even Zhao Gang has taken action. Anyone who can hold Zhao Ganghua down at the scene is probably too old."

"Yes, but Boss Qian can't be as knowledgeable as a young man, right?"

"That is to say, in terms of literary attainments, apart from Qian Lao, no one present is Zhao Gang's opponent."

"Who told him to provoke the Fourth Young Master of Nanqing?"

"Obviously it was the fourth son of the Nanqing who provoked him, okay? As for Song Qi, he was told he couldn't play, but he let others play it, and he learned it as soon as he learned it. As for Wang Long, others can't stand him bullying Qian. Old people will come forward! I think they asked for it!"

"Yes, I think so too..."

Zhao Gang came to the center of the hall, glanced at everyone, and said quietly: "Zhao Ju has made great contributions to our Nanqing during these years in office. On the occasion of parting, I will write a poem on the spot. I wish Zhao Ju every step of the way. !"

"Time is easy to rush, and friendship seems to be stronger; parting is melancholy, lovesickness protects against winter; this year's spring has passed, and flowers are blooming in my heart; next year we will meet again, and success will come soon."

"it is good!"

After Zhao Gang finished reading, everyone applauded immediately.

No way, for the current poem, as long as it rhymes and catches the tongue, it is considered a good poem.

Therefore, the meaning of Zhao Gang's poem is obvious, which is to wish Zhao Mingshan every success.

Zhao Gang is triumphant, there is no way, we are people who can write poems, we are so coquettish!

Mr. Qian shook his head helplessly. In his opinion, although Zhao Gang's poem rhymed, the rhyme was wrong, and it lacked any depth, making it tasteless to read.

This is the taste of old literary workers.

Zhao Mingshan is different, he and Zhao Gang belong to the same family, and this poem is easy to understand, he likes it very much!
"Haha, Xiao Zhao is really talented, this poem is very good!" Zhao Mingshan laughed loudly.

"Zhao Bureau has won the award, but it was done casually. If there is something wrong, please correct me." Zhao Gang said modestly.

In fact, he had already thought up this poem a long time ago, and he was going to present it tonight, but he didn't expect to humiliate Yan Ke by the way.

"Xiao Zhao, you're still writing this casually. If you're thinking about it, it must be another masterpiece!" Zhao Mingshan said.

Zhao Gang: "This is just throwing away bricks and attracting jade. If you have any masterpieces, why don't you show them and read them, so as to cheer Zhao Ju up!"

Everyone: "Are you still throwing bricks and stones to attract jade? How many people can think about modern poetry now? Isn't it self-defeating to stand up now?"

Therefore, everyone chose to remain silent.

Zhao Gang raised his mouth and looked at Yan Ke proudly.

You can play the piano, I admire you.

If you can play chess, I will obey you too.

But if you can write poems, I, Zhao Gang, disagree!

When everyone saw that Zhao Gang was looking at Yan Ke, they knew that this guy was going to name Yan Ke, and they wanted to get Song Qi and Wang Long back!

Zhao Mingshan also had a flash in his eyes, and immediately said: "Xiao Zhao, I like your poem very much, how about I come out and let the publishing house publish it for you?"

Zhao Gang: "That's a good relationship, but how about a poem for a dinner party? I think this brother plays the piano and plays chess. He may be full of knowledge. Why don't you come up and write a poem for Zhao Ju to add to the fun?"

Zhao Mingshan: "Hehe, one poem is enough, enough!"

Zhao Gang: "How can a poem be enough! Brother, are you afraid?"

"Fuck, this Zhao Gang is aggressive!"

"Yeah, Director Zhao has come forward, and he didn't give face!"

"Hey, there is no way, other people have capital!"

……

Song Qi: "Damn it, kill that idiot for daring to bully me!"

Wang Long: "Yes, Zhao Gang, humiliate him to death! Let him be arrogant!"

Yan Ke stood up leisurely, he didn't pay attention to Zhao Gang's provocation at all.

"Little guy, don't go if you can't do it." Qian Lao said.

Yan Ke turned around and nodded to Mr. Qian.He knew that Mr. Qian was protecting him.

But being ridden on the head, can you still back down?

Isn't it just writing poetry?We have plenty!
Whether modern or ancient.

Whether it is seven words or five words.

How much you want, how much you have!
Seeing that Yan Ke chose to fight, everyone was amazed.

"Damn it, he actually wants to go!"

"Grandma's, I like this one! Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to go to the mountains!"

"Yeah, knowing that Zhao Gang is very good at writing poems, he still dares to compete in poetry!"

"Yeah, it's an honor to be defeated!"

"Brother Yan, are you sure?" Zhao Mingshan asked in a deep voice.

Yan Ke: "Zhao Ju, the arrow is on the string, so we have to fire."

Later, Yan Ke came to the center of the hall, glanced at the crowd, and said loudly: "Mr. Zhao's poem is very good! I was moved to tears when I heard it."

Everyone was stunned, what kind of plot is this?
Isn't he your opponent?You actually shed tears for your opponent's poem?

Zhao Gang gritted his teeth, and had already greeted Yan Ke several times in his heart.

He understands his poetry, although it is a bit deep, but it is not to the point where it makes people cry, right?
But Yan Ke said as soon as he came up that he was moved to tears by his poems.

This shit is exaggerating!
"Hmph, no matter how you use the explanation strategy, in the face of absolute strength, you can only be slapped in the face!" Zhao Gang sneered, and then said: "This brother has won the prize, I wonder if you have any poems to give to Zhao Ju Why not read it out and let us all watch it?"

Yan Ke stared at Zhao Gang, and said helplessly: "Hey, you said we were born as migrant workers, how can we write any poems, you are making things difficult for me."

"Hey, brother, what are you talking about? Since it's Zhao Bureau's dinner party, just say it to add to the fun. This poem is just like people, regardless of high or low!" Zhao Gang laughed.

"Fuck, this guy speaks with thorns!"

"Yes, poetry is the same as people, regardless of high or low? Does this mean that Yan Ke is a lowly person?"

"Yeah, although he said so, if Yan Ke writes a poem, this guy will definitely talk about it immediately."

……

"Well, since Mr. Zhao has said so, if I don't write poems, I will feel sorry for the audience." Yan Ke looked embarrassed, and then paced back and forth in the center of the hall, as if thinking about something.

Song Qi: "Haha, this guy is going to die this time. Writing poetry? Who could write poetry at that time?"

Wang Long: "That's right, Lao Zhao is the next "Old Qian". His poems are so easy to surpass?"

Zhang Song: "He is delaying time."

Zhao Gang: "Don't worry, think slowly, if you come up with a sentence, it's a victory!"

Yan Ke looked nervous and seemed to be thinking hard, but in fact he had already entered the Almighty Star system.

After slapping Song Qi last time, his reputation rose to 5500 million, and after slapping Wang Long again, his reputation reached 6500 million!
So he doesn't feel bad at all when he uses his prestige now.

Don't you want to write poetry?Then we will write a few of his songs for you!

Choose from ancient poems and modern poems!
"What? Brother, haven't you figured it out yet? How about I think about it for you?" Zhao Gang reminded loudly.

"No, I've already figured it out!" Yan Ke raised his head and said very seriously.

"Oh? You've already figured it out? It won't be one, two, three, four, five, going up the mountain to fight tigers?" Zhao Gang teased.

"Ha ha!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and Song Qi and others laughed even more presumptuously.

"No, no, no, how could it be such a profound poem? What I wrote is very easy to understand." Yan Ke shook his head.

Then he opened his mouth and said: "The night rain in Nancheng is light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new."

Everyone was stunned, Zhao Gang was stunned, Zhao Mingshan was stunned, Qian Lao was stunned.

Is this modern poetry?It is clearly an ancient poem!
The rhyme of Nima is simply incomprehensible!

And it's so realistic!

It is drizzling tonight, and there are indeed two willow trees outside the Zhao Mansion, very fresh and tender!
Yan Ke's simple poem includes the night scene of Nanqing and the beauty of Zhao Mingshan's residence tonight!
This Nima can't write poetry?
Haven't you seen that even the master of literature, Mr. Qian, was so shocked that he forgot to stroke his beard?
Seeing that everyone was stunned, Yan Ke laughed.

Are you kidding, this is the work of the great poet Wang Wei, how bad is it?

Let's change it casually, it's all the best!
So Yan Ke walked to the table, picked up two wine glasses, and came to Zhao Mingshan.

Afterwards, he handed Zhao Mingshan a glass of wine, and then raised the glass.

Everyone thought it was over, but Yan Ke continued: "I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, even the Northern Gods have no friends!"

"Damn it! Absolutely! Just now a poem summed up today's night scene and Zhao Ju's house, and now a sentence is directly sent to Zhao Ju. This is called every word!"

"That's right, God of the North has no relatives, this is a farewell to Director Zhao!"

"Fuck, this poem is many times better than Zhao Gang's!"

"Hey, the four masters of Nanqing took turns to slap their faces, but they were all slapped in the face, leaving only Zhang Song."

……

Then, in the eyes of everyone, Yan Ke drank it all in one gulp.

Zhao Mingshan looked at Yan Ke dumbfounded. Tonight's Yan Ke shocked him too much!
Later, Yan Ke came to Zhao Gang's side and said casually: "Master Zhao, my poem is a bit vulgar. Fortunately, Mr. Zhao said that poetry is like people, regardless of high or low, otherwise I would feel ashamed."

Slap in the face!
Regardless of high or low?Are you ashamed?

The one who feels ashamed now is probably Zhao Gang!
Are these two poems still divided into high and low?Even people who don't understand poetry can tell the difference!
However, how could Zhao Gang admit defeat so easily.

"You...you are an ancient poem, not a modern poem at all!" Zhao Gang said angrily.

"Uh, okay, let's keep coming?" Yan Ke asked.

Zhao Gang straightened his neck and said angrily, "Come on!"