The road to the pinnacle of the entertainment industry

The morning sun shines on Liu Hui's bed.

The glare of the light woke Liu Hui up, and Ah Zhen was lying beside him.

After a night of hard work last night, Liu Hui finally finished writing the script at 12 o'clock at night.

Ah Zhen sat beside Liu Hui and read the script. The script was not finished. The two of them looked at it but saw the bed...

After waking up, Liu Hui looked at Ah Zhen who was sleeping next to her. Her back was facing her, her black and beautiful hair was scattered beside the pillow.

Looking at Ah Zhen's back, Liu Hui felt his restlessness again, and he stretched out his hand.

"Ahui, you're awake."

Sensing Liu Hui, Ah Zhen turned over and looked at him.

What she saw was Liu Hui's fiery gaze...

During the whole day, the two of them never walked out of the hotel room. When they were hungry, they ordered takeaway, and when they were tired, they hugged each other and slept.

The room smelled of hormones.

"Ahui, I have to attend the poetry meeting at 8 o'clock in the evening. It's already 6 o'clock, so get up and take a shower."

After A Zhen's persuasion several times, Liu Hui finally got out of bed.

The venue for the Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference is on the open-air lawn of West Lake.

Each invitation letter can bring two people into the venue.

Liu Hui and Ah Zhen entered the venue arm in arm.

In the middle of the venue is a small stage surrounded by dozens of round tables.

Liu Hui and Ah Zhen came a bit late, and every round table was almost full.

"Ah Hui, where shall we sit?"

Jane asked.

"I don't know either. I don't know anyone in the poetry club."

Liu Hui didn't know what to do.

He looked around, trying to find a staff member to ask.

Not far away, Liu Hui saw a person waving to him.

"Brother Liu Hui, come here."

It was Zhou Li who called out to him.

"Ah Zhen, I saw someone I know."

"Come on, let's go."

Liu Hui took Ah Zhen to Zhou Li's round table.

"Brother Liu Hui, why are you here so late? The poetry meeting is about to begin. Fortunately, I have reserved a place for you."

"Sister Azhen, please sit here with me."

Zhou Li pulled Ah Zhen to sit beside her.

Liu Hui looked at the people sitting on the round table, he only knew Zhou Li and Zhou Qi beside her.

"Brother Zhou Qi, we meet again."

Liu Hui shook Zhou Qi's hand politely.

"Mr. Liu, let me introduce you."

"This is He Fusheng, He Lao, the honorary vice president of the Tang Xiaguo Poetry Association."

Zhou Qi began to introduce the people on the round table to Liu Hui.

"Mr. He, hello."

Liu Hui shook hands with Mr. He.

"It's really a young talent, a good-looking talent."

"Your song "Pity the Nong" is very good, and I recommended it to the Education Committee."

He Lao said with a smile.

"Mr. He is too much, thank you."

Liu Hui didn't expect that the other party and himself had such a relationship.

"This is Mr. He's granddaughter He Siqi, Ms. He."

Zhou Qi introduced.

"Hello."

Liu Hui nodded to the other party.

"Brother Liu Hui, I am so happy to meet your real person today."

"I'm the leader of your fan club."

He Siqi excitedly said to Liu Hui.

"The head of my fan club?"

Liu Hui was a little confused.

"Brother Liu Hui, you don't know, do you?"

"After you released "Legend", your company set up a fan group for you on the official website."

"I am the group leader elected by the fans."

He Siqi was a little disappointed after hearing Liu Hui's words.

She introduced the poem "Compassion to Farmers" to her grandfather, and it was from this poem that she became a loyal supporter of Liu Hui.

"I'm sorry, Miss He. I'm the boss of the company. I'm usually a little busy, so I don't pay much attention to these things."

Liu Hui was a little embarrassed. He really didn't know about it, so he could only find an excuse that he was busy with work.

"It's okay, brother Liu Hui, remember to visit the fan club online when you have time."

"It's been almost a month since the fan club was established, and you haven't been there once."

He Siqi felt much better after hearing Liu Hui's apology.

For this poetry meeting, she heard from her grandfather that Liu Hui would come.Under her shameless face, she followed her grandfather to come here by plane from the capital.

She came with a mission.

He Siqi boasted so much in the fan group forum that she must let Liu Hui come to the fan group to interact with everyone.

"Okay, I'll definitely check it out online when I have time."

Liu Hui felt a little guilty. He hadn't visited his fan group for nearly a month.

"This one is Du Bo, this one is Li Cheng, and this one is Liang Jiahai."

"The three of them are the most famous young poets of our Poetry Association."

"Known as the Three Guests of the North."

Mr. He introduced to Liu Hui the three members of the Poetry Association around him.

"Hello."

Liu Hui shook hands with them politely.

Although the three of them shook hands with Liu Hui, none of them said a word of courtesy.

Liu Hui could feel that they were not very friendly to him.

After shaking hands, Liu Hui sat back on the chair.

These few people were just passers-by in Liu Hui's life, and he didn't pay much attention to them.

"Mr. Liu, this poetry meeting..."

"He Lao, just wait a moment."

Liu Hui interrupted Mr. He.

"You are an elder and a senior. If you call me Mr., I can't afford it."

"You can still call me Ahui, or Xiaohui."

With Mr. He's age, status and seniority, Liu Hui really didn't dare to let the other party call him Mr.

Hearing Liu Hui's words, He Lao nodded.

"Xiaohui, I know you don't want to come to this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry fair."

"I asked Director Xue to call you."

"At this poetry meeting, our association will award you a special certificate of honor."

"The "Compassion to Farmers" used to commend you has been included in the education curriculum, so as to inspire young people who love poetry."

"hope you do not mind."

Mr. He explained to Liu Hui.

"It's okay, Mr. He, the main reason is that I'm too busy with work and I can't get away from it."

"You don't need to explain, everyone is here now."

"Besides, the scenery of the West Lake is good. I can just take my girlfriend for a trip."

Liu Hui said with a smile.

"If you don't want to come, don't come. What excuses are there?"

"It is estimated that there is no real talent and learning. I am afraid that I will lose face when I come."

It was Du Bo who was sitting opposite Liu Hui who spoke.

He is recognized as the most talented young poet in the Poetry Association.

When the Education Committee collected poems, he also wrote a poem.

But before he could submit the manuscript, Liu Hui was the first to make it, which made him very unconvinced.

Seeing Liu Hui's resistance to participating in poetry just now, he couldn't help but interject.

"Xiaobo, what did you say?"

Hearing Du Bo's words, Mr. He was a little dissatisfied.

Everyone in the Poetry Association knew that Du Bo was not convinced by Liu Hui, but if he said it in front of him, it would be a little too small.

"Xiaohui, I'm sorry, the young man is a bit hot-blooded, don't mind too much."

He Lao hurriedly said to Liu Hui.

"Du Bo, you're too immature."

"Isn't it just that the envious "Pity for Farmers" has been included in the education curriculum?"

"It's not ashamed to be advocating in the association all day that your poems are better than "Compassion for Farmers."

He Siqi, who knew the reason, said angrily.

After hearing He Siqi's words, Liu Hui realized that he was being jealous.

He shook his head helplessly, and didn't bother to talk to such a person.