As an actor, it makes sense for me to know some kung fu, right?

Lin Dashu...oh no, it was Master Lin who finally woke up from his sweet sleep.

When he was lying down just now, he had already dreamed that he became a literary leader because he suppressed the clown named Xu Lu.

In a word, no one is dissatisfied.

Just write a poem and it will be sung by everyone in the circle.

There are also many publishing houses coming to our door, wanting to publish collections of poems and essays...

It’s just that sweet dreams are often easy to wake up from.

So after waking up, Master Lin still lay down and savored the afterglow of his dream.

But he felt that he should be glowing again.

The kid named Xu Lu jumped out at just the right time. The birth of his own 'Desperate Land' will definitely shock the people in the industry...

"Oh no, Uncle Lin, something big happened!"

While Master Lin was still imagining, a voice came from outside.

Isn't it the man named Lin Afan yesterday?

I saw him walking in from the outside with a panicked look on his face, holding a tablet in his hand.

"What's going on, Afan, you're so frizzy.

As cultural people, we must be calm. As the saying goes, ‘the mountain collapses in front of us but our face remains unchanged’…

By the way, what happened to make you so noisy so early in the morning? "

Master Lin gave him a few lectures. Seeing that Lin Afan's expression was indeed a little panicked, he finally asked.

Lin Afan also breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly:

"Uncle Lin, it was the guy named Xu Lu who replied to your Weibo and also wrote a modern poem."

"That's it, I'm just going to make you scream..."

Master Lin looked disdainful, took the tablet, took a look at it, and immediately exclaimed:

"What? When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me earlier?

Damn it, this guy named Xu doesn’t have martial ethics. He carried out this sneak attack so early in the morning. Damn it, damn it..."

Lin Afan on the side was speechless.

I thought to myself, who was talking about being calm just now? Why are you always more irritable than me after seeing this?

And just now you said I came too early, and now you complain that I came too late.

Are you always too difficult to take care of?

However, Lin Afan just thought about these words in his heart, and he still wanted to rely on Uncle Lin.

Naturally, he did not dare to neglect and said: "Uncle Lin, what should we do now?"

Lin Afan's words did not enter Master Lin's ears at all, because at this moment Lin Dashu...

Oh no, it's Master Lin, who was shocked to pieces by the song "I Love This Land".

What he wrote is called The Land of Despair, which shows his negative emotions towards this land.

The boy named Xu opposite him just composed a poem called "I Love This Land", which surpassed Master Lin in terms of the title of the poem.

As for the content, after Master Lin saw the content, his whole body trembled.

Is this a poem that a young man can write?

This is impossible, it’s such nonsense.

What is the origin of this boy named Xu?

I was just looking for a stepping stone, but why did I hit the iron plate with one step?

Moreover, it is still an iron plate fifty centimeters thick, and now my toes feel like they are all broken.

Lin Afan next to him was still asking persistently:

"Uncle Lin, what should we do next? How about you continue to write a few more poems?"

Upon hearing this, Master Lin's eyes widened and he said angrily:

"Do you think writing poetry is about hens laying eggs? You can lay as many eggs as you want? A hen can only lay one egg a day?"

"That……"

Lin Afan was scolded so much that he was scolded, but fortunately Master Lin finally gave instructions, saying:

"Why are you still dazed? Hurry up and delete the Weibo post I posted yesterday. We are all cultural people. What's the point of competing?"

After saying this, Master Lin turned around and walked into the inner room, leaving Lin Afan still outside, a little confused.

However, he vaguely heard Master Lin in the room inside sighing and slapping his thigh.

I don't know what happened.

"Oh, just delete it if you want. In fact, I also think that the poem written by the boy named Xu is better. Uncle Lin may have found the wrong opponent this time.

Fortunately, he was quick to admit defeat. Okay, delete Weibo immediately to avoid any further trouble! "

Soon, insiders, netizens and fans in Xu Lu’s live broadcast room were all surprised to find out.

The Weibo post posted by Master Lin yesterday has actually disappeared.

It was as if this had never happened.

And when netizens wanted to comment on Master Lin’s other updates, they found that Master Lin’s Weibo had restricted comments.

People in the circle were stunned for a moment, then came to their senses one after another, and had to sigh at Master Lin's quick response:

"Uh... Is Lao Lin just being a coward? He deletes Weibo very quickly!"

"It seems that Lao Lin is still a bit self-aware, but speaking of it, this song 'I Love...' is really amazing."

"With 'a generation' and 'I love...' around, most people may not dare to challenge this promising path."

"Unless those great poets at the master level appear, otherwise, I'm very worried about the others..."

"Yeah, who would have thought that an outsider could have such a high level of poetry? It's incredible!"

……

On the other side, netizens who had just bought melon seeds, beverages and mineral water found that the opera singer on the stage suddenly ran away.

This time I stopped doing it, and they scolded me very unpleasantly:

"Holy crap, what kind of bullshit is Master Lin? You even follow other people's rules of deleting Weibo. This is too tasteless."

"Yes, you were so arrogant last night, and now you are wilting after just sleeping..."

"Master Lin...hehe, let's call this old guy Lin Puppy from now on. The dog keeps barking when no one is around. Now it's scared and ran away with its tail between its legs!"

"I have to say, I admire the speed of this master's running!"

"It seems that people in the industry are not only shameless and shameless, but they are also very good at being a turtle."

"That's right, this old turtle Lin has just retracted into the turtle shell to hide. No one can do anything about him. This turtle thing..."

……

Compared to the uproar on the Internet, Xu Lu, one of the parties involved, is quite calm at the moment.

Even when Liu Mingqiang sat across from him and reported the good news about Daxu Video Network to him, he didn't get too excited.

"Mr. Xu, the release of The Condor has brought at least one million new member registrations to the website, and also activated many old members...

And due to the popularity, many advertisers are actively contacting us. This month the net profit of the video network should exceed 2000 million..."

Speaking of this, Liu Mingqian himself felt a little incredible.

You must know that before this, the video network was in a state of losses year after year.

Unexpectedly, after changing its name to Daxu Video Network, it turned around and achieved profitability in the first month.

This miracle happened, of course, not because of his ability as the current manager of Daxu Video Network, but because of the work of the opposite Mr. Xu who seemed a little absent-minded.