Morning.
Zhang Ye was discussing with Xiao Lu about the program that would be recorded in a few days. Suddenly, a few people from the advertising department downstairs came looking for him.
"Teacher Zhang." A youth said politely.
"Oh, Teacher Liu." Zhang Ye got up and walked over. He had met these people before. They had done the public service announcement together yesterday.
"Don't. Hur Hur. Don't call me teacher. Although I'm older than you by three to four years, how would I dare to call myself teacher in front of you? Well, the advertisement's effects are out. The response is very good. I believe you must have heard about it. We are here to thank you. Thank you for your help. "The youth said in a friendly manner.
Zhang Ye smiled, "You're welcome. It was nothing."
Another girl said, "If we encounter any problems in the future, we might have to seek your advice. When the time comes, please don't be stingy and give us some pointers."
Zhang Ye said helplessly, "I'm just a layman. Who can I give pointers to?"
The third youth gave a wry smile, "If you are a layman, then there are no professionals in the country. I've seen the slogan on the lawn on your Weibo. Although it can't be used, it was written really well. Also, the innovation of the electricity conservation public service announcement is worth learning from. I think it's not an exaggeration to write it in advertising textbooks. You have created a new era of creative advertising. It's of great significance!"
Zhang Ye waved his hands, "You are praising me too much. There's no need, there's really no need."
The few people from the advertising department thanked him and left.
Xiao Lu gave him a thumbs up, "Teacher Zhang is indeed Teacher Zhang. This is the first time I've heard of someone from the advertising department seeking guidance from someone from the program team."
"Don't make fun of me." Zhang Ye sat back down.
"Hey, quickly look at Weibo!" Hou Ge suddenly shouted. His voice was very loud, so no one in the room was mentally prepared. They were all shocked by him.
"Weibo?"
"You gave me a fright."
"What's wrong with Weibo, Hou Ge?"
The few of them asked.
Hou Ge pointed to the computer, "I've been following Teacher Little Zhang's Weibo since yesterday. I saw that many of Teacher Zhang's fans were @ Beijing Writers' Association these few days? They wanted to help him enter the Writers' Association, and also questioned why the Writers' Association did not allow Teacher Little Zhang to join. It seemed like it had been going on for several days. Look, the Beijing Writers' Association's official Weibo has replied. It says that they have the intention to invite Teacher Zhang to join them. They are currently doing the final checks and vetting. Then, the Beijing Writers' Association's official Weibo even posted an invitation. They have invited many people, dozens of them. The last one is Teacher Little Zhang. "
"Entering the Writers' Association is good. With Teacher Zhang's ability, he should have entered long ago. There's still a need for a review? What's there to censor? Anyone with eyes would know Teacher Zhang's literary skills! "Xiao Lu said unhappily.
Indeed, although this world's Writers' Association had stricter entry requirements than Zhang Ye's previous world, and the threshold was very high, with Zhang Ye's poems, essays, novels, and fairy tales, no one could stop him. Furthermore, the Beijing Writers' Association was only a provincial level Writers' Association. Why did they delay for so long before announcing their intention to invite him? This attitude was a little subtle.
"Invitation letter?" Zhang Ye was more concerned about something else.
"What invitation?" Dafei also asked.
Hou Ge couldn't explain it clearly. "Aiyo, look for yourselves."
Zhang Ye and the others opened Weibo to take a look. Only then did they understand!
The annual Beijing Couplet Competition was about to begin tomorrow. It was held in Peking University's newly renovated auditorium. This was a large-scale Couplet Competition organized by the Beijing Couplet Federation and the Beijing Writers' Association. When the time came, the leaders of the SARFT, the officials from the Beijing Education Department, the members of the Couplet Federation, the members of the Writers' Association, etc. All the famous names in the Beijing industry would come as guests or contestants.
What was a couplet?
To put it simply, it was a couplet, a couplet!
There were many ways to do it, and there were many things to pay attention to. It was a traditional form of Sinology. It had been passed down for more than a thousand years.
This world's traditional Sinology was not as popular as commercial entertainment programs, but compared to Zhang Ye's original world, it was much better. Sinology was still highly valued. Zhang Ye's world would often hold poetry meets or Couplet competitions, and there were even some that were national in nature. There were also various local organizations, but the scale was very small. The organization was also very simple. Sometimes, a crappy classroom would only have about twenty people participating. Even if a city's Couplet Competition was held, not many people would pay attention to it. However, this world was different. The number of people paying attention was not small, and the scale was very large. It was held in Peking University's auditorium, and the entire process was streamed live on "Happy Viewing Video Network". It was considered an annual literary feast in Beijing. At least, people in the industry paid attention to it.
Big Thunder?
Zheng Anbang?
Looking at the nearly hundred invited contestants, Zhang Ye's sharp eyes recognized a few familiar faces. Alright, they could be considered old enemies. They were all from the Beijing Writers' Association, who had previously come to the radio station to trample on Zhang Ye. In the end, they were smacked in the face by Zhang Ye!
He did not know the other contestants.
Many of them were from the Beijing Couplet Federation or other civil organizations.
Then, Zhang Ye saw that the last contestant was his name!
"I didn't sign up? Why are they inviting me to participate? "Zhang Ye frowned. You guys really don't take me seriously? When you ignore me, you ignore me. When you want to care about me, you don't even ask and directly put my name up? Don't you know what respect is?
Xiao Lu said, "Who cares. Let's go."
"Right, let's join in the fun. Whether we participate or not can be decided when the time comes." Hou Ge also encouraged him, "This is a literary feast. It's much grander than your Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet. Not everyone can obtain the qualifications to participate. You might not even be able to get the admission tickets to the audience." Saying that, he smiled, "Teacher Little Zhang, didn't you come for the fame? This suits you. The entire process is streamed live on the internet. There won't be many people watching, but it's definitely not few. If you can enter the finals and show your face, it will increase your fame. If your popularity goes up, it will also help our new program. "
That was true.
But … I don't f * * king know couplets!
It wasn't that he didn't know, but he only knew the couplets from his world. He did not understand the situation and heritage of this world's couplets!
Zhang Ye suddenly had a thought. F * * k, could it be that the bunch of people from the Beijing Writers' Association knew that he did not know couplets, so they added him to the invitation list without asking? Previously, they had lost to Zhang Ye in the poetry competition. The entire Beijing Writers' Association had lost to Zhang Ye. They were indignant, so they wanted to take revenge? They wanted to use this opportunity to humiliate Zhang Ye in a field of literature that he did not know? Humiliate him? Get back their face?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed!
With the nature of the Beijing Writers' Association's Vice President, Meng Dongguo, there was nothing they couldn't do!
Ring, ring, ring. A phone call came in.
Zhang Ye picked it up, "Hello, who is this?"
"Is this Teacher Zhang Ye?" It was a middle-aged woman's voice, "I'm a staff member from the Couplet Organization. I want to confirm with you the invitation for tomorrow's Beijing Couplet Competition. Do you have time to participate? If you do, I'll inform our comrades from the Beijing Writers' Association to print a competition pass and a competition pass for you. You were recommended by them, so you can go directly to Peking University. There will be people from the Writers' Association to receive you. "
Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment before saying, "Alright then."
If he wanted to participate, then so be it. He would observe the situation first. If the Beijing Writers' Association really wanted to scam him, or if this world's couplet culture was something that Zhang Ye did not understand, then he could just forfeit. There was no need to humiliate himself. Of course, if there was a chance to showcase his skills, Zhang Ye would definitely not let go of this opportunity to make a name for himself. An E-list celebrity was not something he could satisfy. His goals were higher and further. Hence, he would grab hold of any opportunity that could make him famous. Writing novels? Writing poems? Telling stories? Writing essays? Advertisements? Matching couplets? He was never picky! Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. As long as he had a mouth, he would dare to eat it!
Outside.
Hu Fei, who was carrying a pile of things, came in.
Hou Ge was the closest, so he quickly took it, "Brother Hu, let me do it."
"Alright, thank you." Hu Fei passed the box to him. It was filled with information and documents needed for work. However, after Hou Ge took it away, Hu Fei took out a few tickets from the top of the box. He then said to everyone, "Tomorrow, there will be a Couplet Competition with Peking University. It's very grand. The Couplet Organization has already invited our television station to participate. The tickets are in the front row of the first floor. It's very difficult to get tickets, so I managed to get five tickets. Tomorrow is Saturday, so let's go together."
"Five tickets?" Xiao Lu was puzzled, "Isn't there one less? Including Brother Hu, we have a total of six people. "
Hu Fei pointed at Zhang Ye, "Little Zhang, there's no need for that, right? I heard that the Beijing Writers' Association has already recommended Little Zhang to participate. The participants all have passes, so they don't need tickets to enter. Is that right, Little Zhang? "
Zhang Ye nodded, "Yes, someone from the Couplet Organization just called me."
Xiao Lu was amused, "That's good. Let's go take a look tomorrow. Anyway, there's nothing to do at home."
Hou Di snapped his fingers and said, "Right, let's go tomorrow to cheer for Teacher Little Zhang. Do you think I should get a sign? Write 'Teacher Zhang, I love you'? Let's pretend to be fans? If everyone has one, it will show that Teacher Little Zhang is very popular and has many fans! "
Dafei wiped his sweat, "… You are too boring."
Hou Ge also smacked his brother on the back of his neck, "Does Little Zhang need to fake it? He has quite a number of fans to begin with! "
All were chatting merrily, making suggestions and jokes. Well, actually, it was because they had too much time on their hands. They had been employed for many days, but the program had yet to be broadcast. The program's planning was almost done, so even though they were working, they did not have much to do. Hence, when they encountered something interesting, they were extremely enthusiastic. If not, they would feel uncomfortable being idle all day, so they naturally had to find something to do!
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