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Chapter 7
In Longtan Villa, Li Ze, Professor Qiu and Vice Chairman Zhang were sitting together. Professor Qiu’s eyes were filled with admiration:
"What's the name of that poem? Thousands of rocks and ravines don't hesitate to work, and you can tell the source from a distance. How can streams survive, and the sea will eventually become waves. This poem is very charming, Ozawa, what's the name?"

Li Ze took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Call it a waterfall couplet."

That's right, this is the "Waterfall Couplets" co-authored by Zen Master Xiangyan Xian and Li Chen in the Tang Dynasty on Earth.The word waterfall does not appear throughout the article, but it vividly describes the majestic waterfall, which makes people excited and inspired.

"Waterfall couplet? What a waterfall couplet. Xiaoze, I still underestimated you. I didn't expect that your Qijue was so good."

Professor Qiu sighed with sadness on his face.

And Vice Chairman Zhang even found a pen and paper, copied it down, stopped writing, and his face was full of deep thought.

At this moment, Li Ze's eyes flicked, huh?The old man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks also came in, secretly smiling: It's pretty fast.

Whispered: "Grandpa Qiu, who is that old man?"

Professor Qiu followed the trend and raised his eyebrows: "Oh? That's an old member of the Writers Association. His name is Wang Gensheng. He published a few essays in the literature collection of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles before. Hehe, he wrote an article called "Nanmu Yin" prose won an award from the Provincial Writers Association."

Li Ze suddenly realized when he heard the words, no wonder he came to have trouble with me, it turned out that he was also one of the members who had been slapped in the face by "Praise of Poplar".

Wang Gensheng obviously also noticed that Li Ze was sitting with the two vice chairmen, snorted coldly, turned his head away, and walked in the opposite direction.One could tell at a glance that he didn't want to get too close to Li Ze.

Professor Qiu asked suspiciously, "Did you offend him?"

Li Ze pretended to be stupid: "No, I was chatting and laughing with him just now, and I don't know what's wrong with him now."

Professor Qiu frowned: "This old Wang is too stingy, isn't it just an essay, it can't be done."

Li Ze thought to himself, it's not possible, but when I wrote the opening poem, I scolded him.

But he didn't dare to tell Lao Qiu that Li Ze was afraid of leaving the old professor with the impression of being a troublemaker, and he was afraid that people would offend him if he said that he hadn't joined the Writers Association yet.

At twelve o'clock noon, a stage was set up in Longtan Mountain, and members of the Writers Association also arrived at the scene in sevens and eights.

The leaders of the Writers' Association were not going to wait for those people who were still blocked outside the door. They had given them enough time, and they hadn't knocked on the door yet, so it was obvious that they couldn't do it.

But they didn't drive them away, they were still allowed in.However, the dozen or so people who were stuck outside the door looked downcast as soon as they entered the door, which is embarrassing.

Knocking on the door yourself and being let in are two different things.

There are about [-] people in the Xingyuan City Writers Association, but only a dozen of them are stuck, can we not be ashamed?

The appeal of the Writers Association is still very strong. Not only people from the Writers Association, but also a lot from the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and some people from the Music Association, Art Association, and Martial Arts Association came to join in the fun.

There are probably no less than 500 people in total.

Li Ze didn't show the mountains and the dew, and lay in the shade of a walnut tree in the corner. Lao Qiu just told him that the application had been submitted to the chairman of the Writers Association for approval, and it might be approved after the meeting.

"Hey?"

The host came to the stage and tested the sound with the microphone, and the audience suddenly fell silent.People were sitting or standing, looking at the stage quietly, even Li Ze's eyes moved over.To be honest, he didn't have much interest in this event, he just wanted to join the Writers Association, and he just wanted to be gilded.

"Hehe, friends, pen pals, hello everyone. Today is the [-]th anniversary of the founding of the Xingyuan Writers Association. It is a great honor for me to be the host of this conference. My name is Zhang Tianqi."

"clap clap"

The members of the Writers Association slapped a few times cooperatively.

Li Ze was stunned, so his name is Zhang Tianqi?This Zhang Tianqi was the chubby middle-aged man who was blocking the door to review the opening poem.

"I won't gossip. The content of this conference is three points: eat well, drink well, and play well. Of course, there are also a few interactive programs by the way. Everyone is a literati, and they make friends through literature, so There is also a couplet contest in the back. No.1 can get a gold pen issued by Mr. Xu Hongtao, the chairman of our Writers Association. This pen is not an ordinary gold pen. It is a Parker pen produced in 42. The booty captured when fighting devils..."

There was a commotion in the field:
"Golden fountain pen? Issued by the chairman himself?"

"Oh, this is worth the old money!"

"Vulgar, can this be measured by money? A Parker pen made in 42, where do you buy it now?"

"Tsk tsk, I've decided to take first place in this couplet competition. I've missed the chairman's golden pen for more than ten years."

"It's worth the sky-high price, not to mention the age and material, just say it's from Parker, or it was produced in 42, it's amazing."

"..."

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and even Li Ze was a little moved. My good boy, the chairman of the Writers Association is really rich. Do you dare to take out the 42-year-old Parker pen as a reward?

Some are ready to move, but they are suppressed, and Li Ze feels that he may not have this literary quality.This is the Writers' Association, a place where dragons and tigers are hidden, so it's better not to go up there and make a fool of yourself.

Zhang Tianqi enjoyed everyone's mobilized enthusiasm, and continued:
"The second event, what Chairman Xu means is that everyone should write a modern poem about summer in response to the occasion. Those who want to participate can just sign up, and those who don't want to participate, it's up to everyone to read it, and it's good to increase your knowledge. Haha, the first The reward for the two activities is that this poem can get a page of a People's Publishing House, a literary magazine."

As soon as these words came out, the venue suddenly became extremely quiet. After a moment of silence, it suddenly exploded:
"People's Publishing House?"

"Did I hear you right? A modern poem, can it be published by the People's Publishing House?"

"Oh, such a good opportunity, but I can't help it. I can't write modern poetry, I write short stories."

"Chairman Xu has made a big deal this time, a Parker pen, and a page from the People's Publishing House."

"If I can be published in the People's Publishing House, alas, my name may be recorded in the county annals of our county, and my name will last forever."

"..."

Li Ze's eyes also widened suddenly, People's Publishing House?I wipe?This is too much gold.

The People's Publishing House in this world is not as luscious as the People's Publishing House on Earth. The People's Publishing House here has a real gold content, and it is the most authoritative literary and art publishing house in the country.Moreover, every issue of this literary and art magazine, as long as the country is engaged in learning, will definitely buy it. This is a good opportunity to increase exposure.

Li Ze hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, and stomped his feet: "Damn, I'm going to book this position!"

(End of this chapter)