Entertainment: start to set up an escape plan

Chapter 112
In this impetuous era, most people only pay attention to those movie and TV stars, or some traffic singers, and not many people are interested in traditional things, such as poetry and songs.

Those who like these things are the minority.

But objectively speaking, there are a lot of people. Even if there are few people who like this thing, in the face of a population of more than one billion, even if it is a small part of people, there are hundreds of thousands to millions.

Poetry is like this, there are still tens of millions of people who like it, but it is not mainstream after all, and not many young people like it.

This poem did not cause too much sensation on the Internet. People who don't know how to do it just think it's awesome, and they have no other ideas. However, many people on Weibo are not concerned about the poem itself, but on making Who is the poet of this poem?

Xu Xian is a pseudonym I have never heard of.

It was originally just a small competition, but as the leader of the judging panel, the old man still wanted to find out who this person really was.

Relying on their status in the poetry world, they quickly found many bigwigs and asked them about it, but what was unexpected was the style of the poem, and they couldn't judge who it was.

With their fame it is not yet possible to lie.

Then this limelight rolled around in the entire poetry world, and everyone wanted to find out who the mastermind of this poem was.

First of all, young people are excluded. Young people generally have good fame and fortune. As long as their poems become famous, they must be the first to stand up and admit it. How could they hide their identities.

Only those of the older generation, who see through fame and fortune, dismiss the matter of No.1.

But even after searching like this for several days, no master of poetry is willing to stand up and say who wrote this poem.

And many bigwigs don't even know that there is such a thing as Weibo.

This made everyone feel even more strange.

In the end, the old man chose to write directly to Xu Xian by email.

The old man sat in front of the computer and sighed for a long time, scolding the production team frantically in his heart.

"So you can't prepare a form when you participate in the competition, record your information or ID card, etc., at least you have to have a contact information, what is the difference between this and a headless fly?"

In fact, this cannot be completely blamed on the names and information of those staff who participated in this kind of online competition, which is not transparent, which means that you can use anyone's identity information, anyone's name to participate, even if you are not this person, You can also participate.

For example, you can use your child's ID card and name to sign up for the competition, and then just borrow your child's name to send it out.

So many of these competitions simply omit this link. You just need to leave an email address and account to send you money, and you don’t need to worry about anything else. Anyway, there is no need to award awards.

This is the convenience of the online contest.

Who has nothing to do every day, and in order to receive an award, he travels back and forth across the country, isn't it just for convenience, so he signed up online.

So they didn't ask Xu Xian's author directly via email at the beginning.

After all, they have already kept their identity hidden, and this mailbox is also fake.

Of course, even if this is the case, the old man must give it a try, otherwise it will be too bad, I really want to know such a person.

Mainly because I was too curious.

No idea who this guy is.

Edited a manuscript in front of the computer, and sent it directly by email.

After that, he quietly waited for the next text in front of the computer.

The time chosen by the old man was still five or six o'clock in the afternoon.

At this point, even people who take a nap should wake up, and it happens to be the time when there is nothing to do and get off work.

This time the email was sent in the name of the official competition group.

He didn't directly ask who the other party was, but gave an information form to improve the process of receiving payment information.

Picking out the name on the sidelines, even if you pick out a fake name, you can still get it out according to the picture.

The old man has been in this business for a long time, and he is already handy in dealing with this kind of person who is unwilling to reveal his identity.

Li Jian looked at the email sent from the computer and was slightly taken aback.

"Why is this the information sent by the official group of the poetry competition? The money has already been sent, and the main information needs to be improved."

"It's really rigorous enough. Forget it, just fill it in. Anyway, you won't lose a piece of meat. They even gave you 10 yuan, so don't you just use your fingers?"

Without even thinking about it, Li Jian just filled in the information on the computer according to the information in the form.

In fact, the content of the form is still very simple. There is a pseudonym on the top, and then there must be a real name and ID number below, and then the address, phone number, etc. are very routine information.

After all, for such a large bonus, it is necessary to register with some information.

The next page is about the feeling and process of writing poetry.

For this, Li Jian simply punched hundreds of times and passed.

After confirming and filling in the information, it will be sent directly.

"We have been typing to make money, and we can already be regarded as tool people for coding."

"It's still easy to write songs, you don't even have to type words."

Li Jian smiled. Although the money is easy to earn, it is indeed a bit small, and it is not worth it.

Do it later when you can make a lot of money.

Li Jian thinks it is more profitable to write songs.

Probably this year, we will be able to buy a building in Shanghai.

Still very lucrative.

According to the minimum standard of 1000 million per month, at least seventy-eight million can be earned by the end of the year.

This is just a guarantee.

Li Jian felt that he would be extremely rich in the future.

Wait until the Chinese New Year to go home and tell my parents the news that I have become a multi-millionaire. Compared with my parents, the two of them will definitely drop their jaws in shock.

In the eyes of his parents, Li Jian can barely be regarded as a successful college student. At least he can earn some money when he finds a job in a big city, but the money is a bit too much, hundreds of thousands.

Didn't let his parents know that he earns tens of millions a month.

Otherwise, he would definitely come to the place where Li Jian lived from the countryside, and watch closely how Li Jian earned the 1000 million.

It's so incredible.

With the understanding of many people, it is completely impossible to understand this matter.

Ordinary people will never imagine that entertainment needs to make more money.

At that time, money is really just a string of numbers.

However, Li Jian still likes this series of numbers very much, wishing for a few more digits in this series of numbers.

Who thinks there is too much money!

The old man over there couldn't sit still after waiting for half an hour, and was about to get up and go for a walk outside. Sitting like this all the time is not good for your health.

I am still wondering who the author of that poem is.

It seems that the other party should not have seen the email.

Just about to turn off the computer, a message popped up from the bottom of the computer.

The name of the mailbox is Xu Xian.

That's right.

The old man's eyes lit up, he quickly sat down again, and quickly opened the email in front of the computer.

The mail is still loading, and the old man's heart is about to come up.

Soon an information form appeared in front of the old man.

I just looked at it twice, and suddenly my face was pulled down.

The old man went for Li Jian's identity.

Looking at the names below, Li Jian, the name is quite satisfactory, and it really doesn't have any influence. Maybe he should also be a folk master.

Looking down at the ID number, this can determine the age. If the age is about the same as him, I guess the old man will feel better. Even if he is a few years younger than him, it is not a big problem, as long as the difference is not too much. .

In the end, it didn't matter if you didn't look at it, but when you saw it, you were startled, and the old man was so angry that he slapped the table directly.

"To fool me again, the ID number of a 20-year-old doll, isn't it a pain in the ass to be idle?"

Uncle Lao got a little angry, and asked the other person seriously, but the ID number showed a young man in his 20s.

This is obviously a lie, even if you hang up a 40-year-old man, he will recognize it.

It turned out to be a little kid.

Must be lying to him.

Seeing that there is still contact information below, the old man angrily picked up his mobile phone and pressed the phone number to call, ready to scold this young man who doesn't know the so-called.

Presumably there is a poet with good poetry ability standing behind him, his father should be his age.

You can fool anyone, don't fool him, this old man really can't stand being fooled.

The call got through quickly.

Li Jian looked at the unknown number in his hand, and still took it. Maybe someone else came to seek cooperation. The people who can get his mobile phone number these days are not ordinary people.

He forgot for a moment that he had already filled in his phone number and sent it.

"Hello, hello." Li Jian was still very polite, but it turned out that the other person was really nice, and he was not polite at all, so he asked in a crackling voice.

"Little baby, let your adult answer the phone, but the one named Xu Xian is your father, let him answer the phone for me."

Li Jian was a little confused now, when did his father call him.

Thinking about it later, it didn't feel right, as if he was looking for Xu Xian by name.

Isn't that fucking me!
Li Jian asked strangely: "I am Xu Xian, who are you? Do you have anything to do?"

"Hmph, you are the young man in his 20s on the form. I'm looking for your adult, Xu Xian, who wrote poetry."

The old man is a little angry, why let a kid keep fooling him?

Being famous is not a bad thing, so why bother?
"Your family is also the same. He writes good poems. Why do you want to hide your identity? Take a kid like you as the top of the tank."

This bunch of talkative cannons from the old man.

Li Jian understood it, and it seemed that the other party was indeed here for Xu Xian.

Just seems to have misunderstood something.

Li Jian thought for a while and hung up the phone casually.

Let the other party calm down first, the most important thing is that the money has already been in his account, so he still wants to go back.

The old man still had a lot of things to complain about, but he didn't expect that the kid on the other side hung up the phone directly.

For a moment, a mouthful of old blood was about to spurt out of my heart.

Very helpless.

Is this temper so hot?The phone hung up as soon as it said, and the old man didn't say anything.

After thinking about it, I called again.

The old man didn't say anything, but he said directly to the other person: "I am Xu Xian, and Xu Xian is just my pseudonym. Regarding that poem, I can guarantee my personality that I wrote it."

"My father is a rural man and doesn't understand this stuff. There are no relatives around me who understand this stuff."

Li Jian thinks it's better to explain clearly. If someone really takes back the 10 yuan, it's thanks to him. It's not that he feels distressed about losing the money, but it's just a little troublesome.

After listening to the old man, he calmed down slowly. Although he was very angry after being hung up on the phone just now, after all, he explained clearly, and he was quite rude just now, which lost his majesty as an elder.

But that poem was really written by a 20-year-old boy.

"I'm a member of the Huaxia Poetry Association. This time, I just want to verify who this poet is. I don't mean anything else. There was some conflict in my words just now. I'm sorry." The uncle is not unreasonable.

A lot of things are actually good after talking about it.

It always takes a lot of trouble.

"I am really the author of this poem, and other people don't know it at all. If you don't believe it, then there is really nothing you can do."

Li Jian doesn't have much evidence to prove that he wrote it himself, but at least he can prove that others can't write it, so he wrote it by himself.

"Really?" The old man obviously didn't believe it.

"That's right, I'm really Xu Xian." Li Jian explained helplessly.

"Then why didn't you show up for so long? After all, this is the championship. No matter how many people think about it, they can't get it."

At his age, if the old man had such achievements, he would definitely be able to brag about it for two or three years, but he didn't have the slightest intention of bouncing around on the Internet.

Li Jian patiently explained: "I think it's fine when the money arrives in the account. There's no need to make those fake names. It's a bit troublesome. I don't want to pay attention to the comments of netizens."

Hearing the young man say this, the old man was also very pleased.

Sweeping away the previous anger, he said appreciatively: "It's really good. It seems that I really blamed you before. Young people like you are really rare."

"The poetic ability is so good, but I still don't want to be famous. Those fame and fortune are really nothing to us."

The problem was solved, and Li Jian was relieved. It seems that the 10 yuan will not fly away.

"Just explain it clearly."

"By the way, are you interested in joining our Huaxia Poetry Association? It is the largest poetry association in the country. I have a recommendation quota. I can recommend you. I think it must be you. Your ability is definitely enough."

It is indeed a waste that people like this cannot be drawn into the Poetry Association.

Li Jian thought for a while and said, "Is this thing troublesome?"

The old man assuredly said: "It's very simple, as long as you get your consent, you can send me another photo of you, and I will take care of it for you within five days."

It is still very simple to get these things done with his relationship.

Li Jian thought for a while: "Forget it, I have no idea."

He is really interested in these things, which cannot be exchanged for money.

The uncle said regretfully: "Since you don't want to, I won't force it. If you want to join our association, as long as you say it, I will definitely do it for you."

"Thank you."

(End of this chapter)