Superstars start as rookie trainees

Chapter 113 Can't get out of the pit?

PS: The ending of the last chapter has been changed. Book lovers who follow the book can go back and read this chapter again.The change is to write a better story for everyone to see.

Chen Hang soon learned that he had been smeared by rumors.

Seeing a bunch of people on the Internet saying that he and the program crew pretended to be a "poet" to deceive everyone, Chen Hang laughed angrily.

Chen Hang logged into his Weibo account, and posted on Weibo: "Don't let go of the green hills, the roots are originally in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, and you can let the east, west, north, south wind."

When Chen Hang came up, he threw out an ancient poem, which stunned those who said he couldn't write poems.

"Er Gouzi is awesome. Hahaha, those people said that you can't write ancient poems, and you immediately wrote one. Isn't that a slap in the face of some people?"

"Thousands of blows are still strong, let Er Gouzi refute you in the form of ancient poems, and you are not afraid of you All gossip and gossip, let the wind go from east to west."

"Chen Hang, if people say you can't write ancient poems, you won't be able to write them. Why are you slapping them in the face? It's so (beautiful)."

After scolding the fans last time, Chen Hang's fans are very rational now, and they were not in a hurry to scold those rumormongers before.

Now that Chen Hang wrote a poem to fight back, these fans came out to support Chen Hang.

In a conference room of Jiangbei TV Station, a group of high-level bosses and Qian Hui were having a meeting.

This meeting has been going on for almost an hour, and a perfect solution has not been discussed yet.

Just then, a staff member knocked on the door a few times to interrupt the meeting.

"Come in."

The high-level bosses in the meeting room were annoyed that they could not come up with a good plan, so their tone was not very good.

"Say something quickly, and go out if you have nothing to do. Everyone is busy now."

"Chen Hang posted on Weibo to criticize those who maliciously spread rumors."

The staff member said.

"what?"

"!!!"

A group of high-level bosses almost ran away.

Is Chen Hang crazy?He can't see the lessons learned by the three mentors?The three teachers came forward to clarify and told netizens the truth, but the netizens didn't believe it at all, and instead thought that the three teachers were playing a cover.

At this time, how crazy must Chen Hang be to hate those people? Isn't this playing into the hands of some people?
"Is what you said true?"

Qian Hui stood up in fright, and looked at the staff who came in to report in surprise.

Chen Hang is his lucky star!How can you do such a stupid thing?
Qian Hui was going crazy.He could already imagine the scene where Chen Hang's Weibo was hacked, and the program team was also hurt.

"It's true. Chen Hang's ancient poems pissed off those rumormongers."

The staff told what he saw on Weibo.

"Crazy. Actually ran to fight against those guys. Qian Hui, this is the person you invited, and you didn't notify him in advance to tell him not to..."

The high-level boss had already lost his temper, and halfway through his anger, he suddenly reacted.

"Wait, what did you just say? How did Chen Hang fight back? Writing ancient poems?"

Of course, the staff member didn't dare to show off, and immediately said: "Yes. Chen Hang wrote an ancient poem, and I will read it to everyone. He insisted that the green hills will not relax, and the roots are originally in the broken rocks. Thousands of times are still strong, Let Er wind from east to west, from north to south."

When the staff read this poem, everyone present was shocked!
The big guy who was about to go crazy all of a sudden disappeared.

Wonderful!Didn't those people spread rumors that the program group arranged scripts, that Chen Hang couldn't write ancient poems, and that all the recitations on the program were ghostwritten works?

Chen Hang counterattacked directly in the form of poetry.

"Thousands of blows are still strong, let the east, west, north, and south winds. Well, these two poems are really good. We are not afraid of the slanting shadows, and we are not afraid of their east, west, north, and south winds."

The executive who almost ran away just now clapped his hands and applauded.

After discussing for so long, they failed to come up with a good solution.As soon as Chen Hang got straight to the point, he helped them solve it directly, which is really great.

Qian Hui also breathed a sigh of relief, and even felt very happy.Chen Hang is indeed a lucky star. Not only is he responsible for ensuring the ratings, but he is also responsible for dealing with gossip. The 200 million appearance fee is too worthwhile.

If he had known that Chen Hang was so powerful, he would have agreed even if he added hundreds of thousands more.

……

Sitting in front of the computer at home, Qian Lang, who was finally able to vent his dissatisfaction, was originally very happy, but Chen Hang's poem interrupted his happiness and caught him off guard.

He said that Chen Hang could only write chicken soup modern poems for children to read, but Chen Hang wrote an ancient poem, which was a slap in the face.

"Does this guy really understand poetry? Impossible. He is a singer, Chen Hang, what kind of poetry does he know? He must have someone write it for him."

Qian Lang read Chen Hang's poem several times, shook his head, and concluded that it was not Chen Hang's work, it must have been written by ghostwriters.

How could Chen Hang write such a good poem?It seems that Chen Hang has an expert behind him.

Chen Hang is also amazing, he was able to persuade that expert to sell such a good work to him.

As a professional poet, Qian Lang can appreciate that this is a good poem, which vividly shows the spirit of perseverance.Although it is still far away from the famous sentence of the ages, it is enough to leave a name in the poetry world for future generations to recite.

Qian Lang confronted Chen Hang directly, and retorted: "This poem must be written by someone else. It's not convincing at all. It can't prove that you can write poems. Maybe this poem was written very early Out."

An Xiao'an praised Qian Lang's counterattack, and said: "Yes, maybe this poem has been written by someone long ago. Chen Hang just used it at this time, it doesn't prove that he can write poems."

The rebuttals of Qian Lang and An Xiao'an sounded reasonable, so many people believed what they said.

"Sending a poem does not mean that I can write poetry. If I send a picture, does it prove that I can draw?"

"I don't believe that Chen Hang can write poems either. Maybe his novels are written by others."

……

Under the efforts of Qian Lang and An Xiaoan, voices of doubt appeared again.

When Qian Hui and the others noticed this change, they almost scolded their mothers.

Isn't this a lever?Why don't you go to the construction site to lift the bar if you are so capable?Do you have to let Chen Hang write a poem in front of you to prove that Chen Hang can write poems?

Qian Lang had an idea and thought of a way: "Chen Hang, if you want to prove to everyone that you can write poems, I will come up with the questions. If you write a poem under the specified background frame, we will believe that you can write poems." poetry."

Qian Lang's heart is broken.His move is very bad.He decided that Chen Hang couldn't write poems, so how could Chen Hang be able to write a poem?If Chen Hang didn't dare to accept the offer, it would be a real blow to the fact that Chen Hang couldn't write ancient poems.

In other words, Qian Lang wanted Chen Hang to die no matter what he chose.

After sending this passage, a smug smile appeared on Qian Lang's face: "You sent it to your door yourself. You have no skills but paid a high price of 200 million. You are not worthy, and you are doomed to die a miserable death!"

"I support Teacher Qian's proposal! If Chen Hang really wants to prove that he can write poetry, he should use the method proposed by Teacher Qian to prove it, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the public."

An Xiao'an is adding fuel to the flames.

……

"Little Qian, tell Chen Hang quickly, don't fall into their aggressive tactics."

The people in the meeting room also paid attention to the movement on Weibo, and a high-level executive immediately asked Qian Hui to inform Chen Hang, telling Chen Hang to ignore those people.

Even a professional poet dare not say that he can write a poem impromptu in a background frame specified by others.

Qian Lang clearly wanted to seduce Chen Hang into a fool, and then make Chen Hang look ugly.

"It's too late. Chen Hang has already accepted their challenge."

Qian Hui smiled wryly.

The executive who spoke just now looked at the notebook, and sure enough, Chen Hang replied with the word "OK".

"Hey! Why is this little Chen so impulsive? It's all right now, he's been tricked by others. Now it's a dilemma. Advance, he has a problem, how to solve it? Retreat, there is no way to retreat."

The senior sighed.

"I think that since Chen Hang dared to promise them, he should have some confidence. Let's take a look."

Qian Hui said something for Chen Hang.

"I hope so."

The high-level executive said so, but he no longer had any hope for Chen Hang in his heart.

In the pit dug on purpose, Chen Hang still wants to play tricks?Do you really think Chen Hang is a genius?

……

Seeing that Chen Hang had already accepted the challenge, Qian Lang cocked his lips and smiled: "You are asking for trouble, so I will give you a difficult problem in your debut, and see what you do."

"In ancient times, travel and boats were very slow, and there was only enough to love one person in a lifetime. Suppose a person was an official in the capital, but because he offended the emperor with his outspoken admonitions, he was demoted to a remote area to become an official.

He has a lover who is like-minded, and before he has time, the medium is marrying into the door.After he became an official in a remote place, he missed him day and night.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the second year, he watched the round moon alone in the distance, thinking of his lover who was far away in the capital.Please use the form of ancient poems to describe the pain of parting that this person felt on the Mid-Autumn Night. "

Qian Lang limited his background to death, and the conditions were very strict. He didn't believe that Chen Hang could write a poem that perfectly fit this topic.

Not to mention Chen Hang, even he himself couldn't write it all at once.

After throwing this difficult problem out, Qian Lang was very happy.He looked at what Chen Hang should do.

At this time, all the people on the Internet who were paying attention to this matter kept refreshing Chen Hang's Weibo page, waiting for Chen Hang's reply.

One second passed, three seconds passed, half a minute passed, five minutes passed, and finally ten minutes passed, and Chen Hang did not reply.

"Chen Hang couldn't do it, so he has already slipped away?"

"What did I say, he can't write poetry at all."

"Chen Hang's poet brand has collapsed, and the first two poems are ghostwritten by others, so there's no doubt about it."

Qian Lang ran out again and said, "Everyone, don't be in a hurry. It takes time to compose a poem. I will give Chen Hang an hour. If Chen Hang can't write it after an hour, I am willing to give him another one." Hour."

Qian Lang said that he seemed to be a very magnanimous person, but in fact he was just laughing at Chen Hang.

An Xiaoan: "It's useless to give him three hours, he can't write poetry at all. He is probably busy looking for a gunman to write for him now."

Time passed by minute by minute.

Not to mention the people who eat melons on the Internet are in a hurry, Qian Hui and other people from the poetry conference program group are also in a hurry.

Qian Hui left the conference room and called Chen Hang. He wanted to ask Chen Hang if he could handle it.

If Chen Hang couldn't figure it out, he would ask three mentors for help.

After the call is made, it prompts to shut down.

"This Chen Hang, what kind of plane is he doing? The phone is turned off. Are you panicking?"

Qian Hui terminated the call, and then pulled the three mentors into a WeChat group.

"Three teachers, you have also seen the situation on Weibo. Chen Hang has been attacked by others, I don't know if he can handle it. I called Chen Hang just now to remind him to shut down, so I think it is almost impossible. Three Please help Chen Hang write a poem."

"I'll try my best."

Du Zihan replied.

Bai Ju: "I'll think about it."

Liu Wenjie, who doesn't know how to write poetry, was very embarrassed at this time. In order to relieve the embarrassment, he said: "I know ancient poems very well. I know that many ancient people wrote poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival or the pain of parting. I will find out and share them with you two." Teacher reference."

Du Zihan and Bai Ju are trying hard to see if they can write a poem that fits the theme of Qian Lang.

Qian Hui contacted Chen Hang in various ways, but in the end he still couldn't get in touch.

Chen Hang disappeared suddenly, as if the world had evaporated.

Qian Hui shook his head: "Oh! This kid is destined to overturn his car. He couldn't figure it out, so he disappeared. Forget it, wait for the two mentors to write it out, and then contact his agent."

He couldn't get in touch with Chen Hang, but his agent would definitely be able to, that's for sure.

An hour passed quickly, and the last minute has entered the countdown.

Countless pages on Chen Hang's Weibo were refreshed, including Qian Lang and An Xiaoan, but Chen Hang seemed to have disappeared and never responded.

"Chen Hang won't really run away, will he?"

"Teacher Qian's questions are too difficult, and it's understandable that Chen Hang can't solve them."

"It's a hammer. I don't think Chen Hang can write poetry at all. He pretends to be a poet to deceive us. He is a liar."

Under Chen Hang's latest and first Weibo, there were voices of doubt and even abuse.

An Xiao'an and Qian Lang checked the stopwatch. When the time came, if Chen Hang didn't respond, they should go on stage.

……

Qian Hui glanced at his watch, and sent a message in the WeChat group: "Did the two teachers write it out? The time is almost up, and Chen Hang hasn't heard anything yet. Chen Hang probably won't be able to write it out. It's up to you now. "

Bai Ju: "Ashamed! I can't do it, I'm really sorry."

Du Zihan: "I'm sorry! I couldn't think of it for a while. I just wrote two poems, and I don't think it's suitable. Qian Lang's question is too harsh, and there is no room for anyone to use it."

Seeing that the two judges and teachers were helpless, Qian Hui almost died of anxiety.

Chen Hang, Chen Hang, why didn't you see that it was a hole dug for you?You are still foolishly drilling in, now it's over, right?I fell into a pit and couldn't get out.

Just when Qian Hui was on the verge of collapse, there was new news in the group.

Du Zihan: "Chen Hang has appeared, and Chen Hang replied to those people."

……

(End of this chapter)